Chapter 15: Merry Christmas
Christmas in Storybrooke was magical. Mary Margaret had worked hard over the years to make it the best time of the year. She wanted Diana to have fond feelings about the season and wanted to make her daughter's every wish come true. This year, though, that felt extra important given everything that had happened in the past few months. Mary Margaret hoped this would remind Diana just how much she loved her.
She knocked on Diana's door on Christmas Eve. "It's Mom, I have something for you. Can I come in?"
"Sure!" Diana called out, her voice muffled by the door. "It's unlocked."
Mary Margaret opened the door and stepped inside the room, finding Diana sitting at her vanity while watching a video on her tablet. It seemed to have something to do with hair and Mary Margaret's heart skipped a beat as she worried it had to do with her curls again. But she remained calm as she asked: "What are you watching?"
"It's a video tutorial to style my hair like one of my favorite characters," Diana said, picking up the book as she turned to Mary Margaret and held it out to her. "I wanted to wear my hair like it tonight."
"Oh," Mary Margaret replied, taking the book. Relief filled her when she saw it was one of the American Girl books and not a book of fairy tales. It felt like a good sign that Diana now wanted to imitate this Kirsten character and not Regina Mills.
She set the book down. "Let me see if I can help."
Diana's eyes lit up. "Thanks, Mom!"
"You're welcome," Mary Margaret replied, sitting down on Diana's bed. "Give me your brush and I'll see what I can do."
"Here you go," Diana said, passing the brush to Mary Margaret over her shoulder before sitting still while facing forward.
Mary Margaret brushed her daughter's hair, happy to see it was already straightened. She divided it in half and began braiding one side. "So, are you looking forward to the Christmas Eve festival?" she asked.
Diana started to nod before Mary Margaret stilled her head. She then said: "Yes, I am. I love the festival."
"I do too," Mary Margaret replied. "I think this might be the best one yet."
"You say that every year."
Mary Margaret chuckled as she managed to form a loop with the braid and secure it in place. "Because it's true every year. I make sure we make it better each year."
"Why?" Diana asked.
"For you," Mary Margaret replied, braiding the other half of Diana's hair. "I want to make sure it's perfect for you."
She looked up and saw Diana's reflection smiling in the mirror. "Thanks, Mom."
"You're welcome," she replied, securing the other braid in a loop. "There. I think that looks like the character in your book."
"Thanks, Mom," Diana said, looking excited. "This is perfect."
Joy spread through Mary Margaret and she set the brush down. "Do you want me to tie ribbons in your hair too?"
Diana nodded. "I'm wearing a green dress so can we use green ribbons?"
"Sounds good," Mary Margaret replied, opening the drawer where Diana kept her hair ribbons. She pulled out two green ones and tied them on each braided loop. "There."
"Awesome," Diana said, grinning. She then turned and hugged Mary Margaret, thanking her again. Mary Margaret leaned into the hug, again hoping that this meant their relationship had finally turned back toward being what it was.
Still, the reset at New Year's would really guarantee it.
Releasing Diana, she stepped back with a smile. "Why don't you get your dress on and I'll go get changed too. We'll leave once we're ready."
"Okay, Mom," she replied, heading toward her closet.
"Just don't take too long," Mary Margaret warned her, heading toward the door. "We can't be late."
Diana sighed. "Yes, Mom."
Mary Margaret nodded, stepping out into the hallway. She closed the door behind her and breathed out a sigh of relief. Everything was going well so far.
It was a Christmas miracle.
Regina stood in front of her full-length mirror, admiring her reflection. She wore a bright red dress that fell just below her knees and had sheer sleeves with pearl buttons on the cuffs wrapped tightly around her wrists. Black tights and black boots completed her look along with her hair falling in soft curls. She had also done her makeup, feeling more beautiful than she had in a long time.
She also felt more confident too. Maybe that helped even more than the makeup and new clothes.
"I should write that down," she said to herself, pulling out her notebook. She wrote that statement down to discuss with Dr. Hopper at her next appointment in the New Year. It showed she was making strides in improving her self-esteem.
Putting her notebook away, she left her room and put on her coat as she looked at her Christmas tree. It shone in her dark living room, casting a beautiful glow over the presents she had under it for the party tomorrow with her friends. Her Christmas was going to be amazing. No eating a meal for one while she watched a movie on TV by herself.
It was the perfect end to a year that had proven to be her best one yet.
She couldn't wait to see what the new year brought.
Regina buttoned her coat before wrapping her scarf around her neck. She pulled on one glove but left her other hand bare as she closed the door behind her, locking her house. Pulling her other glove on, she also placed earmuffs over her ears before walking away from the front door. Unable to help herself, she looked back and smiled when she saw her Christmas tree in the window.
It still amazed her.
She walked toward Main Street with a spring to her step. Regina had avoided Storybrooke's Christmas Eve tradition for years as it just reminded her that she was alone for the holidays. Now, though, she was meeting up with her friends and she had every reason to celebrate this year. And so she was going to enjoy herself.
Main Street was filled with people and she joined the crowds heading toward Town Hall. She looked around, hoping to spot any of her friends. They had all agreed to meet outside Town Hall so she wondered if they would pass by each other before they got there. If not, that was okay. They would all be together in the end and that mattered the most.
"Regina!"
She looked over and saw Miriam fighting through the crowd to get to her. Regina reached out a hand and Miriam took it, letting Regina pull her toward her. "Whoa, I think I know what a salmon feels like now," Miriam said.
Regina laughed, looping her arm with Miriam. "Well, we're going with the tide now. And we're together. So I think we'll be okay."
"Me too," Miriam said, nodding. "We just have to find the others in this crowd."
"We found each other so I have hope we'll find them," Regina said as they inched closer to Town Hall.
Miriam nodded. "Besides, Rob seems to have a sixth sense when it comes to you."
That surprised Regina and made her heart skip a beat. "What do you mean?"
"Rob always seems to just find you," Miriam said. "It's like he just knows where you are. It's really sweet."
"I like the sound of that," Regina said as her cheeks started to hurt from how wide her smile was.
Miriam chuckled. "You have it bad."
Confusion filled Regina. "I have what bad?"
"I would say the hots for Rob but that doesn't feel adequate," Miriam said. "So I'm going to say that you're in love with Rob."
"I wouldn't say love," Regina replied, surprised Miriam had picked up on her feelings for Rob. "But I do care a great deal for him and have wondered about turning our relationship into something more."
Miriam smiled, her eyes shining. "So what's stopping you?"
Regina sighed. "I don't know how he feels about me and I don't want to ruin our friendship if he doesn't feel as strongly as me."
"You must be the most oblivious person on the planet," Miriam said, shaking her head. "I'm pretty sure the astronauts on the International Space Station can see that he likes you more than a friend."
"I doubt that," Regina replied, though her heart sped up. "Maybe you're just hoping something will happen between us."
Miriam shook her head. "Rob is pretty much an open book, even when he thinks he's hiding his feelings. The way he looks at you and the way he smiles…yeah, he likes you more than a friend."
Regina's heart skipped a beat. "Why hasn't he said something?"
"Because he's probably just as scared as you," Miriam said. "You two need to talk to each other."
"Dr. Hopper said the same thing," Regina replied.
Miriam nudged her with her elbow. "Then you know it's really good advice and maybe you should take it."
Regina sighed, recalling her decision to not let anyone or anything like a storybook control her life anymore. "I know. And I will. Just after the holidays. I want to get through the next couple weeks with everything just being normal. Okay?"
"Okay," Miriam said. "I won't tell Rob anything and let you do it on your own time. Just, try to do it sooner rather than later? I think you two will be very happy together and I want to see you two be happy."
"Thank you," Regina said, still amazed that someone cared about her and her happiness. It felt good to have a friend.
She heard her name called out over the din of the crowd. Looking around, she found Rob standing not far from them. He raised his arm and waved, helping her and Miriam know which way they needed to go. As they weaved past the others gathered by Town Hall, Miriam shot Regina a triumphant look. "See? He always knows where to find you," she said.
"I guess," Regina replied, waving back at Rob. She then tugged Miriam's hand. "Come on, let's not keep him waiting."
They reached Rob, who grinned. "There you are! I was afraid you wouldn't be able to find us in this sea of people."
"We wouldn't have given up," Regina told him. "Right, Miriam?"
"Absolutely," Miriam agreed. "We are two determined gals."
Reed stepped closer to them, tilting his head. "Did you just call yourselves gals? Who even uses that word anymore?"
Miriam raised an eyebrow. "Me. Got a problem with that?"
"It's Christmas," Lan said, joining the group with Ian. "Let's not fight on Christmas, okay?"
"Fine," Miriam and Reed said in unison. They then also sighed heavily at the same time, causing Regina to hide her laughter using her scarf. She glanced up at Rob, whose lips twitched as he tried not to laugh. He met her gaze and winked, sending warmth pooling deep inside her.
Miriam was right. She did have it bad for him.
But she could figure that out once the holidays were over.
"There's the mayor," Lan said, pointing toward Town Hall. "I think it's about to begin."
Regina saw Mayor Nolan step out of Town Hall with Leopold Blanchard and Diana by her side. Diana looked adorable with her hair in two braided loops and a long black coat that puffed out due to the layers of tulle under her Christmas dress. She wore white tights paired with black boots, looking very festive. Diana smiled widely as she stood next to Mary Margaret, which made Regina's heart hurt for a moment.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Even though she believed more and more that the book was real, there was still no concrete proof that Diana was her daughter. Diana's mother was Mary Margaret Blanchard Nolan and it was a good thing that their relationship was getting better.
"Hello, Storybrooke," Mary Margaret said as Regina opened her eyes again. "Merry Christmas!"
Everyone clapped and Regina did the same. Mary Margaret waited for the applause to die down before she continued. "I know you're all eager to get your holiday plans started so I won't hold you much longer. Let's light our Christmas tree and get the holiday started!"
"Yeah!" Miriam cheered. "This is the best part!"
"Let's begin the countdown," Mary Margaret said as she and Diana grabbed the lever. "Five! Four!"
Regina counted down with the others and when they reached one, Mary Margaret and Diana pulled the lever. The tree lit up as did strings of light overhead that originated from the tree and spread out across the plaza. Everyone applauded before Mary Margaret leaned closer to the microphone. "We wish you a Merry Christmas, we wish you a Merry Christmas, we wish you a Merry Christmas and a happy New Year," she sang.
Everyone joined in with her, singing the rest of the song. Regina felt a little self-conscious singing with others, especially when she heard how good Rob's voice was. She hoped he didn't hear hers, that it was drowned out by Ian's booming voice behind her. But as Miriam took her arm as well as Lan's, swaying with them, Regina decided to just have fun and not care what anyone thought of her voice.
The song ended and Mary Margaret wrapped her arm around Diana. Leo Blanchard stood closer to them as Mary Margaret said: "From my family to yours, we wish you a Merry Christmas. Enjoy the holidays!"
"Merry Christmas!" the crowd chanted before they resumed their other conversations again as they went their separate ways.
"Alright," Reed said, clapping his hands. "Shall we go to the Merry Hour at the Rabbit Hole?"
That confused Regina. "Merry Hour?"
Miriam nodded. "Instead of Happy Hour, they call it Merry Hour on Christmas Eve. It's their way of getting into the holiday spirit."
"Oh," Regina said. "Then I'm all for going to the Merry Hour."
"That's the spirit," Reed said, grinning. He pointed in a random direction. "To the Rabbit Hole!"
Ian rolled his eyes as he adjusted Reed's arm in the direction of the Rabbit Hole. "It's that way," he said.
Reed nodded. "Right. To the Rabbit Hole!"
"I think I'll lead the way," Lan said, stepping forward as she smirked. "Reed will just lead us off a cliff."
"Very funny," Reed replied, scowling. "There aren't any cliffs in Storybrooke."
He followed Lan as she led them to the crowd with Miriam and Ian walking after them. Regina and Rob brought up the rear as she chuckled. "Is Reed's sense of direction that bad?" she asked him.
"It's not the greatest," he said. "But I wouldn't say it's horrible. He just needs directions more than he would like to admit."
"So it's more of a pride thing," she said, understanding it now.
He nodded. "Pretty much. But he always gets where he's going in the end. It's just better if he has a navigator."
"Makes sense," she replied, trying not to bump into the people around her as they also left the square in front of Town Hall. One man did not show her the same courtesy and knocked into her, pushing her against Rob.
"Hey!" Rob called out, wrapping his arm around her and holding her close. "Watch out!"
The man turned around and glared at them. But his companion pushed him forward, yelling that he was drunk and a danger to everyone. Regina tried not to laugh as she buried her face against Rob's shoulder.
"At least there's a designated something with him," Rob said. "But still, that was very rude."
"I'm sure Santa will leave plenty of coal in his stocking," Regina replied, lifting her head again. "Don't worry."
Rob chuckled. "I hope so."
They broke free from the main crush of the crowd and found the others waiting for them. Reed crossed his arms as he raised an eyebrow. "What happened to you two?" he asked.
"We got a little lost in the crush of the crowd," Rob said. "And a drunk man slowed us down even more."
"Well, we're all together now," Lan said. "And the Rabbit Hole is just down the street. Stay together, avoid drunk idiots and let's go."
They started walking together down the street and Regina took a deep breath. With the crowd gone, the air felt lighter and fresher. She also didn't have to worry about someone bumping into them and that helped her relax even more.
Miriam looked back at them, her eyes dropping down before they met Regina's eyes. She raised her eyebrow before turning back. Confused, Regina looked down at her hand and realized it was tucked safely into Rob's. She didn't remember when they took each other's hand but she imagined it probably had been to get through the crowd together. Even though they were now through the crowd, she saw no reason to release his hand. It felt right to walk hand-in-hand with him.
Even if they were only friends.
"Here we are," Reed said as they approached the Rabbit Hole. "Time for Merry Hour!"
"Are all the drinks Christmas-themed?" Regina asked, really hoping the answer was yes. She wanted to enjoy the full experience of going to a Christmas-themed happy hour, including possibly punny drink names.
Rob nodded. "Yes, they are. And they get cheesier and cheesier each year."
"I would advise staying away from the Rudolph," Lan said as Reed opened the door. "It's a bunch of alcohol mixed together and so it's supposed to make your nose red from being drunk."
"Advice heard and will be taken," Regina replied, nodding. "Thank you."
Miriam leaned closer to her. "I think you'll like the Grinch. It's an apple martini."
Regina chuckled, entering the Rabbit Hole with her and Rob. "That definitely sounds up my alley. What will you be drinking, Rob?"
"I need to see," he replied. "I'm hoping they have the Scrooge Sour on the menu again. But I might try the Old Fashioned Christmas."
"I wish they would come up with a better name for that," Reed said. "It's like they ran out of steam when they got to it."
Ian chuckled. "Reed has very strong Opinions about the seasonal names."
Regina smiled. "I can tell."
"And yet he's going to happily drink them," Lan said, rolling her eyes. "Don't let him fool you."
They reached the bar and Rob stood close to her again, his hand now on her back as he reached for the drink menu. He nodded. "Pretty much the same as last year so I'm starting with a Scrooge Sour," he said.
He handed it to Regina. "What do you want?"
"Well, the Grinch sounded good," she said, scanning the menu. One drink caught her eye and she gasped. "A gingerbread martini?"
"What?" Miriam asked, leaning closer to her to see the menu. "That's new!"
Regina tilted the menu so Miriam and Lan could see it better. "Well, it sounds delicious. I think I may try that."
Miriam nodded. "I am going to try it too."
"Alright," Reed said, leaning against the bar. "I'll get the bartender and open a tab for us. This is my Christmas treat."
"Thank you," Regina replied, handing the menu to Ian. "That's so sweet."
Lan, though, frowned. "Maybe. Or maybe we're about to find out he forgot to get us Christmas presents and this is going to be his gift to us."
Reed looked insulted. "Have I ever done that?"
"Yes," everyone but Regina said quickly. Miriam gave him a pointed look. "You did it for Rob's birthday."
"Okay, that's true," Reed admitted, nodding. "But I promise you that I am not repeating that now."
Ian chuckled. "I guess we'll find out tomorrow, eh?"
The bartender finally got to their end as Reed nodded. "Now, place your orders. Drinks are still on me," he said.
"Well, I appreciate that so thank you, Reed," Regina said. "And I'll have a gingerbread martini, please."
"I'll have the same," Miriam said, leaning against Regina. "Please and thank you."
Lan, Rob and Ian also placed their orders before Reed did. The bartender prepared them all and placed each one on the bar top for them to take. Once they all had their drinks and Reed's tab was confirmed as open, they found an open booth and slid inside it together.
Rob raised his glass. "Merry Christmas, everyone."
"Merry Christmas," they chorused, clinking their glasses together before taking a sip. Regina nearly moaned as she swallowed her gingerbread martini. It was probably the best thing she had tasted.
"I agree with that moan," Miriam said, setting her glass down. "This is amazing."
Lan reached for Miriam's glass. "Do you mind if I have a sip?"
Miriam shook her head, pushing her glass closer to Lan. "Go ahead."
"Thank you," Lan said, taking a sip before handing the glass back. She nodded as her eyes widened. "Not necessarily my cup of tea but it really does taste like gingerbread. That's impressive."
"I have to agree," Regina replied, taking another sip. "I wonder if I can figure out how they did it."
Reed raised an eyebrow. "Why? Want to offer drinks with your treats?"
"I wanted to make it so I can enjoy it at home," she told him. "But maybe I could expand to drinks as well."
"I think you would need a liquor license for that," Ian said.
Regina sighed, realizing he was right. "Yeah. And since I can't even get a business license, I doubt I would get one of those."
"Not necessarily," Lan replied. "Liquor licenses are issued by the state, not the town. You could potentially get one but I doubt they would give one to a business run out of someone's kitchen. There are a lot of regulations you would need to follow to get one."
"It was just a thought," Regina said, shrugging. "I'm good just baking a lot of delicious desserts."
Rob, though, looked thoughtful. "I'd say put a pin in that thought. I think with how successful your business is so far, it's only a matter of time before you get a business license and can open your own place."
Miriam nodded. "Then you could get a liquor license if you want. I think a place that serves delicious treats and alcohol would be a big hit."
"I know I would go," Ian replied, nodding as well.
"I think you can do anything you set your mind to," Rob said, rubbing her arm. "So let yourself dream big."
Her cheeks grew warm and she drank in the support she was getting from her friends. "I will," she told him.
Rob leaned down and kissed her cheek. "Good. I can't wait to have a drink and a slice of pie in your new place."
"Here's to dreams and making them come true," Reed said, raising his glass again. Everyone did the same, clinking them over the middle of the table before taking sips of their drinks.
"So, Rob, you ready to host all of us for Christmas tomorrow?" Lan asked, setting her drink down.
He nodded. "I am. I have the turkey all ready and plenty of drinks. I also have the perfect Christmas playlist ready to go. Everything is going to be great."
"And what about desserts?" Ian asked, focusing on Regina.
"Those are ready too," she said, chuckling. "I've made two pies and some brownies as well."
Ian looked ready to drool. "Everything sounds amazing."
She laughed. "I hope it tastes amazing too!"
"Oh, I'm sure it will," Lan said. "Everything you make tastes amazing. Tomorrow's desserts aren't going to be any different."
"Thanks," Regina said, touched by their support. "You guys are my biggest fans."
Miriam nodded. "Of course. That's what friends are - your biggest fans."
Regina took her hand and squeezed. "You all are my favorite Christmas gift," she said. "I'm so happy you're in my life."
"We're happy you're in our lives too," Rob replied, gently kissing the side of her head. "Never doubt that."
"Okay, we've gotten too mushy," Reed said, shaking his head. "Can we stop now, please?"
Lan rolled her eyes. "Yes, we can stop if your masculinity is that fragile it can't handle emotions."
Reed glared at her but said: "Thank you."
"So what do you want to discuss instead?" Ian asked, looking at Reed. "Since you wanted to change the subject and all."
"Anything that's not sappy or mushy," he replied. "That's all I ask."
Ian rolled his eyes, shaking his head. But music began to play before they could start a conversation and Rob grinned. "Looks like they've started dancing," he said.
Regina nodded, noticing a few people on the dance floor. She finished the rest of her drink before nudging Miriam. "Wanna dance?"
"Always," Miriam said. "Lan, you coming?"
"Not yet," Lan replied. "I want to make Reed sweat a little more."
He rolled his eyes. "Thanks, Lan."
"I would like to dance," Rob said, following Regina as she slid out of the booth. "If you two don't mind?"
"I don't," Regina replied, eager to dance with him. She then hesitated before looking at Miriam. "Do you?"
She shook her head. "Of course not! Let's go."
They headed to the dance floor and found a spot big enough for all of them. Miriam raised her hands over her head as she started dancing, smiling. "This is perfect!" she yelled over the music.
"Agreed!" Regina yelled back, dancing closer to Rob. It was the perfect way to start her first proper Christmas.
She couldn't wait to see what else the holiday brought.
Christmas was perfect.
Mary Margaret woke up before Diana and Daddy, making them pancakes and bacon. They ate it together and she even let Diana have chocolate milk since it was Christmas. She also let her use the fun straw, which made her daughter even happier. There was no mention of Regina Mills and Diana didn't look sullen or moody. She was Mary Margaret's happy and loving daughter again.
After breakfast, they moved from the kitchen to the living room to sit around the Christmas tree. They opened their presents - the same ones they got every year, though only Mary Margaret knew that - and wrapping paper covered the floor. Diana loved her new bow and hugged Mary Margaret, thanking her profusely. And Mary Margaret was pleasantly surprised and pleased to see a lovely necklace from her daughter under the tree.
Daddy then handed her and Diana two familiar boxes. "I've been holding onto this. He may not be here but David still made sure you both had something to open on Christmas. Go ahead."
"How?" Diana asked, looking confused.
"He bought them earlier this year before the accident," Daddy explained. "He asked me to hold onto them for safekeeping so he wasn't tempted to give them to you two early."
Mary Margaret chuckled even as a lump formed in her throat. "That sounds like him."
He nodded. "I know. So open them. He already wrapped them so I have no idea what he got you and I'm eager to find out."
"Alright," she said, leaning toward Diana. "Let's put your grandfather out of his misery."
"Okay," Diana said, unwrapping the gift and opening the box. She smiled as she lifted out a bag from it. "My own purse!"
Mary Margaret chuckled. "You're growing up. It's time you had one of your own."
Diana hugged it. "I love it."
"Your turn," Daddy said. "Open your gift."
"Alright," Mary Margaret replied, though she knew what it was. She unwrapped her gift and opened a small jewelry box, revealing a pair of jewel-encrusted earrings that looked like flowers. "I was admiring these earrings. I can't believe he bought them."
Daddy chuckled. "You know David. He always wants to make his girls smile."
She nodded, closing the box. "Yes, he does."
"I'm sure whenever you wear them, you'll smile," he said. "And somewhere, David will know and it will make him happy."
"I'll wear them today," she replied, knowing she would only wear them one more time on New Year's Eve. Then they would disappear again, wrapped once more as the year began all over again. She would open them again next Christmas as they followed the same script.
After the past few months, it now felt comforting and reassured her that everything would be fine.
Daddy nodded. "Good."
"Now, let's clean up and get ready," Mary Margaret said, closing the earring box. "Our guests will be here soon."
"Yes," Daddy replied, standing. "I'll go get a bag while you and Diana gather up the wrapping paper."
She nodded. "Sounds good. Right, Diana?"
"I guess," Diana said, setting her things down. "It'll go quicker with us all working together, right?"
"Exactly, princess," Daddy replied. "Teamwork makes the dream work."
She giggled before picking up the wrapping paper that had accumulated around her spot by the tree. Daddy passed by Mary Margaret and winked as she tried not to laugh. She was glad he was on her side and had what seemed like a magic touch with Diana.
Maybe it was just something grandfathers knew.
They got the living room cleaned and Mary Margaret nodded, pleased with how it looked. "I think it's time for us to get ready before all our guests show up," she said. "Let's go."
"Okay," Diana said, leaving the living room. "Will you braid my hair when I'm done?"
"I would love to," Mary Margaret replied, pleased with her daughter's request. "I'll see you in a little bit."
Diana nodded, heading upstairs. Mary Margaret took a deep breath. Everything was going so well and she believed this would be their best Christmas in a long time.
She was going to enjoy every minute of it.
Food? Check.
Drinks? Check.
Tree lights on? Check.
Christmas music? Check.
Everything was ready for their Christmas celebrations. All he needed was his friends and he knew they were on their way. He did live pretty far from town so it would take them some time to get to his house.
Rob clapped his hands together as he let out a deep breath. "Okay, you can find something to do until they come," he told himself. "Maybe double check dinner."
He turned to leave his living room and as he crossed his foyer, his doorbell echoed. Relief filled him and he hurried to the door, eager to see who had arrived first for the party.
It was Regina.
"Merry Christmas," she said, balancing a bag full of gifts and several dishes in her hand. Still, she smiled widely as she stepped into Rob's house.
"Merry Christmas," he replied, kissing her cheek. He then frowned. "Let me take something."
She held out the dishes to him. "Thank you. Where should I put the presents?"
He motioned to the living room. "You can put them around the tree while I put these in the kitchen."
"Sounds good," she said, heading to the living room. "See you soon."
"Do I need to refrigerate any of this or is it okay to leave it all on my counter?" he asked her, hovering by the entrance to his kitchen.
She paused, turning to face him. "You can just leave it on the counter. They should be fine."
He nodded. "Good."
"Thanks for checking," she said before stepping into his living room. He turned and walked into his kitchen, setting the dishes on the counter. Rob was tempted to lift the covering to see what kind of pies she had brought but decided it didn't matter. All of Regina's desserts were delicious.
Rob left his kitchen and crossed over to the living room, ready to enjoy some time alone with Regina before the others came. She was placing gifts in the stockings he had hung up along his fireplace when he entered, giving him a chance to study her.
She wore a red satin dress with short sleeves that was paired with black tights and matching boots. Her dark hair fell in loose curls he longed to wrap around his fingers. Rob clasped his hands behind his back as he admired the holly hair clips holding her hair away from her face. Her lips curved into a soft smile and the fire's glow made her shine even more.
Regina was just so beautiful.
"Can I get you anything to drink?" Rob asked, not wanting her to think he was staring at her.
Even if he was.
She smiled, turning from the stockings and facing him. "What do you have?"
"Honestly, I have a lot. I like to prepare for every possibility," he said. "So, I guess we can start with a few questions. Do you want alcoholic or non-alcoholic?"
"I think I'll start with something non-alcoholic for now," she said, grinning. "Next question?"
"Soda, juice or water?" he asked.
She considered her options before saying: "It's Christmas, so I'll have some soda."
He nodded. "Alright. I have Coke, Diet Coke, Sprite, Dr. Pepper…"
"I think I'll have a Sprite," she replied. "Feels a little more refreshing than the other options."
"Alright," he said, amused by her reasoning. "I'll go get you a Sprite. Do you want me to add grenadine to it and make you a Shirley Temple?"
She tilted her head, scowling. "Do I look like I'm five years old?"
He chuckled. "Adults can enjoy Shirley Temples too. Besides, it's Christmas. Have a little whimsy."
"Whimsy?" she asked, her eyes sparkling as she smiled. "Really?"
"Yes," he replied. "So, is that yes to the Shirley Temple?"
She sighed but continued to smile as she nodded. "You win. You can make me a Shirley Temple," she said.
He grinned. "Excellent. One Shirley Temple coming up. Feel free to make yourself comfortable."
Rob motioned to his couch but she shook her head. "I'll come with you and keep you company," she said.
"Alright," he replied, never passing on an opportunity to spend time with her. "Follow me then."
"Coming," she said, walking with him to the kitchen. "So, what do you do now that people no longer need Christmas trees? Do you have any left over?"
He shook his head. "Not this year. If I do have any leftover, I donate them to be turned into lumber to build homes for those who need them."
"That's so sweet of you," she said. "Though I'm not surprised. That is the type of person you are."
"Thank you," he replied. "Anyway, now I plant some more trees to replace the ones I cut down and I will nurture them all as I try to figure out which ones will be ready for next Christmas."
She nodded. "Makes sense. If you need help planting, let me know. I'll be happy to get my hands dirty."
He smiled as he grabbed a glass for her drink. "I'll keep that in mind. I appreciate the company. Reed and Ian have helped in the past and it does make a difference."
"Then you can definitely give me a call," she said, leaning against his counter. "I'll come."
"Alright then," he said, opening a can of Sprite and pouring it into the glass. "I will call you."
He took the bottle of grenadine and twisted off the cap. "How much flavor do you want for your Shirley Temple?"
She grinned. "Since I'm embracing the whimsy, make it pretty flavorful."
"That's the spirit," he said, pouring a generous helping of grenadine into the glass. "I hope you don't mind that it's shaken, not stirred."
"I'm not James Bond," she told him. "I'm fine."
He nodded, stirring the drink before placing a straw into the glass and holding it out to her. "For you."
She took the glass with a smile. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," he said, opening a bottle of beer for himself. He then held it out. "Cheers?"
"Cheers," she replied, tapping her glass against his bottle. She then took a sip of her Shirely Temple, her eyes widening. "This is pretty good."
He grinned. "I knew you would love it."
She nodded. "So, are you going to also have spiked eggnog later?"
"I am," he replied. "Everyone is welcome to crash here if they don't feel comfortable driving home."
"That's sweet," she said. "I didn't bring an overnight bag so I'll probably head home. So don't bring that spiked eggnog out too late."
Pushing down the disappointment that flared inside him, Rob nodded. "I'll keep that in mind."
She thanked him as the doorbell echoed around them. Regina motioned toward the door with her head. "Looks like someone else has arrived," she said. "You should probably go let them in."
"Yeah," he replied, even more disappointed. He wished he could just spend the entire time with Regina. But they had other friends and she was excited for her first real Christmas. Rob couldn't deny her that.
And so he went to the door, letting Reed and Ian in. They were loud and boisterous, joking as they put their gifts under Rob's tree. Regina smiled as she sipped her Shirley Temple, clearly pleased with their festivities.
That would have to do for now.
Maybe next year, he and Regina could have their own private holiday together and then celebrate with their friends.
It would be his perfect Christmas.
"This is amazing," Ruby told Mary Margaret. "Thank you again for inviting me for Christmas."
"You're family," Mary Margaret told her, placing her hand on her friend's arm. "You're always invited for Christmas."
Ruby smiled, leaning closer to Mary Margaret. "And thank you for inviting Archie too."
They both turned to where he stood with a glass of wine in his hand, talking with Daddy and Graham. Diana sat on the floor, playing with Pongo. She tossed a ball and he happily went to fetch it, bringing it back to her with his tag wagging happily. It felt like a great improvement to past Christmases and she was glad that Ruby had brought Archie to their party.
She was glad Ruby had found someone like Archie. After everything she had been through, Ruby deserved a good man like him.
"He clearly makes you happy," Mary Margaret said. "And that makes me happy too."
"Yeah," Ruby agreed, her eyes and tone softening. "He does make me happy, much like David makes you happy."
"Good," Mary Margaret replied. She raised her glass and realized it was empty. "I'm going to get some more wine. Do you want some?"
Ruby shook her head. "Not now. I think I'll wait for dinner."
Mary Margaret nodded, excusing herself. She crossed her foyer and walked through her dining room until she arrived at her kitchen. After setting down her glass, she braced herself against the counter and took a deep breath as she closed her eyes.
For years, she never really cared about the curse resetting. Nothing really changed except everyone's memories. Only she remembered the year they had experienced while it was erased for those around her. There was some comfort in that, especially in the early years. If she made any mistakes, they were erased on New Year's Day and she was able to avoid them. She loved it.
She was especially looking forward to the upcoming New Year's, knowing it would restore her relationship with her daughter and would wipe away Regina's success. Diana would again be the loving daughter Mary Margaret remembered and Regina would be the mediocre failure with no friends, exactly what she deserved.
But it would also mean that Ruby's relationship with Archie would end and she would be back with Billy, who didn't appreciate her. This was the first year that happened and Mary Margaret couldn't guarantee it would happen again. She would hate to ruin such a positive relationship for her friend and sister.
Mary Margaret really didn't understand how the reset worked but she knew she couldn't control it. She couldn't ask it to leave Ruby's relationship intact but reset everything else. It was all or nothing.
So she was going to make the next week of Ruby's life the best one possible to hopefully make up for the fact she was going to lose such an amazing relationship in the New Year. Then maybe she would see if she could find a way to get Ruby and Archie back together in the coming months.
It was the least she could do.
After pouring herself some more wine, she pulled out a tray of deviled eggs from the refrigerator and returned to the living room. Daddy noticed her entering and smiled. "There you are!" he said.
"Sorry," she replied, realizing she had been gone long enough for her absence to be noticeable. "Got a bit distracted in the kitchen so I brought some treats to make up for it. Enjoy."
"Thank you," Daddy said, taking the tray from him. "These look amazing."
Pleased with his reaction, she then turned to Diana. "I think dinner will be served soon. Why don't you have one deviled egg and then play us some Christmas carols?"
Diana nodded with a smile, a much different reaction from Thanksgiving. "Sure, Mom," she said.
"Thank you," she said, kissing the top of Diana's head. Maybe the spell was already working to reset everything. Diana didn't seem as obsessed with Regina Mills and wasn't so moody all the time. And if that was the case, maybe Ruby would be able to stay with Archie after all.
Maybe she could change things for the better for the people who deserved happiness.
And change things for the worst for those who didn't.
She smiled, pleased with the thought. Maybe this change could work to her advantage after all and make everything stronger rather than weaker. Perhaps she could finally wake David and complete her happy ending at last.
It would be perfect.
"You look happy," Daddy said, standing next to her now. "What are you thinking about?"
"All of us," she replied, motioning to everyone else in the room - Graham, Ruby, Archie and Diana. "And how I believe the coming year will be our best one yet."
Daddy nodded, taking her hand. "I believe you are right."
She took a deep breath and let out a contented sigh as Diana sat down on the piano bench. After stretching out her fingers, she turned to the others with a big smile. "Any requests?" she asked.
"Yes," Graham said. "I always love Jingle Bells."
"It's also a perfect song for all of us to warm up to," Ruby agreed, smiling. "I second Jingle Bells."
Diana nodded. "Jingle Bells it is."
She began playing and Graham started to sing along. Ruby and Archie joined in as did Diana. Daddy nudged Mary Margaret, grinning. "Shall we join in?" he asked.
"Yes," she said, smiling as well. "Let's do it."
They walked closer to the piano and began singing along with their family. Mary Margaret relaxed, deciding she could finally enjoy her Christmas. She didn't have to worry that everything was about to fall apart.
Her happy ending never felt stronger than it did now.
"Thank you, Regina," Ian said, grinning as he held up the coupon book she had placed on top of the sweater she had also bought him. "I'm definitely going to be cashing these in."
Reed chuckled. "You might regret giving him those coupons. He's probably going to eat all your treats."
Ian tossed some crumpled up wrapping paper at him while Regina giggled. "I doubt he'll do that," she said. "Especially because those coupons are for me to make him something personally, not for him to take something I've already made."
"Regina is very smart," Miriam said, grinning. She then turned to Regina. "Now you need to open your presents."
"Okay," Regina replied, looking at the small pile of boxes next to her. She was still getting used to having people in her life who wanted to celebrate her and give her gifts this holiday season.
She picked up a bag first, smiling as she read the tag, announcing it was from Ian. Regina opened the bag and pulled out an apron with the name of her company written on it. Cupcakes and pies were embroidered on it as well.
Hugging it to her chest, she turned back to Ian. "I love it," she said. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," he replied grinning. "Every good baker needs an apron."
"Yes, we do," she agreed, folding the apron back up and setting it aside. She then picked up a small box. "This is also from Ian."
Regina opened the box and lifted up the gift card inside. "It's another gift card!" she declared after everyone else had also gotten one from him.
They all chuckled as she set those gifts aside. "Thank you again, Ian," she said. "I really appreciate them."
"You're welcome," he replied. "Whose presents are you going to open next?"
"Let's see," she said, pulling out the next two boxes and checking the tag. She smiled as she said: "These are from Miriam."
Miriam grinned from where she sat on the floor. "I think you're really going to like them," she said.
Regina smiled as she unwrapped the smaller gift first. The paper fell away to reveal a makeup palette she had admired earlier that month. She gasped, surprised she was holding it. "You bought this for me?" she asked.
"I did," Miriam replied, grinning. "I know you really liked it so when I saw they were having a sale, I knew I had to get it for you."
"Thank you," Regina said, setting the palette aside. "You'll have to come over and help me with it."
Miriam nodded. "I will happily do that. Maybe for New Year's Eve?"
Regina shrugged as she picked up Miriam's second gift. "I don't really have plans for New Year's Eve," she said.
"Well, I think that can change," Miriam said, her eyes shifting to Rob for a second before focusing on Regina again. "But even if it doesn't, we can ring in the New Year together and give each other makeovers like we're back in high school."
"That sounds fun," Regina replied, opening the second gift. She set the wrapping paper aside and lifted the lid off the box. Gasping, she pulled out a beautiful red velvet dress with cap sleeves and a black sash. "This is beautiful!"
Miriam's smile widened. "I saw it and knew it would look amazing on you. Maybe you can wear it on New Year's Eve."
"Maybe," Regina said, setting the dress aside as well. "Thank you so much. I love everything. You know me so well."
"That's what friends are for," Miriam replied. "Whose gifts are next?"
Regina picked up a box and a tiny gift bag, reading the tags. "Reed's."
He groaned. "Great. I have to follow that," he said.
"Don't be so hard on yourself," Regina told him. "I'm sure I'm going to love your gifts too."
"Well, you don't have to pretend to if you feel otherwise," he said. "I'm a big boy."
She opened the little bag first and pulled out a gift card to the local bookstore. "Oh, Reed, thank you! There's a book I've had my eye on and now I have an excuse to buy it," she said, waving the gift card.
He smiled. "Glad to hear that."
"Good," she said. "Stop putting yourself down, okay?"
"Okay," he replied. "Especially since Rob is next and I know I've nailed his gifts."
Rob raised his eyebrow. "Did you? Well, I can't wait to open mine but I can't wait to see the rest of Regina's presents first."
Ian chuckled. "Of course. Because she still hasn't opened yours yet."
"She also hasn't opened Lan's," Rob pointed out, shooting Ian a glare. "I don't want her to rush."
"Sure," Ian replied, rolling his eyes. "That's it."
Regina chuckled as she opened Reed's second gift. She pulled out a beautiful blue sweater shirt and held it to her body. "This is perfect," she told him. "Thank you so much."
He grinned. "You're welcome."
"And now Lan's gifts are next," she said, picking up the wrapped gift with an envelope attached.
"Wait," Lan said. "Open that one last."
That intrigued Regina as she placed the envelope down. "Alright."
She unwrapped the larger present and pulled out a messenger bag. "This is lovely," she said, though she was confused. She wasn't sure when she would use such a bag.
"Okay, now open the envelope," Lan said, smiling. "Everything will make sense."
"Alright," Regina replied, breaking the seal on the envelope. She lifted the flap and pulled the paper inside out. Unfolding it, she noted that it was written on Storybrooke University letterhead. Regina read the letter and her heart skipped a beat as her mouth fell open.
She lowered the letter, staring at a grinning Lan. "I got accepted to Storybrooke University?" she asked.
Lan nodded. "Yes, you did. You got accepted back when you were in high school so it really was a no-brainer that they would accept you again. So the bag is for your schoolbooks," she said.
"I'm actually going to go to college," Regina said, hugging the bag to her chest. "For real?"
"For real," Lan replied. "You deserve it."
Tears filled Regina's eyes. "Thank you so much."
Lan held up her hands. "This was really all you. I'm just the messenger."
"You encouraged me to re-apply," Regina pointed out. "So you do get some of the credit."
"Well, when you graduate with honors, that will be all you," Lan said. "And we'll be cheering you on the entire time. Right, guys?"
Everyone else nodded, assuring her that they would be there for her. She set her messenger bag aside, tucking her acceptance letter inside it. "Thank you, all," she said. "I couldn't ask for better friends."
She picked up the last set of wrapped gifts, taking a deep breath. "And last but not least, Rob."
"Great," he said, grinning. "I now have to follow that."
"Sorry not sorry," Lan told him, smirking.
Regina chuckled as she opened the smaller present first. She opened the box and smiled as she lifted the ledger from inside it. "How did you know I needed a new one?" she asked him, almost cradling the ledger.
He grinned. "I heard you mention it once and made a note of it."
"You have a memory like an elephant," she said, amused. "Thank you so much for this."
"You're welcome," he said. "I hope you like the second gift as well."
She set the ledger aside and picked up the little bag, expecting a gift card inside. But instead, she pulled out a business card and read the name on it. "Tucker Monk, photographer," she said, confused.
Rob chuckled. "Tuck's a good client of mine and says he would love to take some professional shots of you to use to promote your business."
"Wait, really?" she asked, her heart skipping a beat. "How much?"
"It's your Christmas gift from me," he told her, smiling softly. "Merry Christmas."
Her heart skipped another beat as she considered how much such a session and photographs could cost. "Rob, no. It's too much," she said.
"It's not," he insisted. "Tuck owes me and besides, I do a good business both with my farm and as a locksmith. Trust me when I say I can afford it."
"Still," she said, unable to believe that he would be willing to spend so much on her.
He moved closer to her and placed his hand over hers. "I believe in you and your business, Regina, and I want to support you. This is one of the ways I can do that. It's what friends do," he said. "You're not alone."
A lump formed in her throat as tears filled her eyes. "I know I'm not," she said, grateful for him and everyone in that room.
"Good," he replied, rising onto his knees to kiss her forehead. "Because now you're stuck with us."
"Too late now to run," Reed agreed.
She chuckled. "I have no intention of running. You all are the best friends anyone could've asked for."
Lan pressed her hand over her heart. "This is getting really mushy," she said.
"Sorry," Regina said, tucking some hair behind her ear. "I didn't mean to ruin the mood."
"You haven't," Rob assured her.
She appreciated his reassurances, but she knew it was up to her to move them forward. "Thanks, but maybe it's time to move on? After all, you have to open your presents," she told him.
He chuckled, returning to his spot on the floor by the tree. "Alright."
"You can open mine last," Reed said. "I know I've nailed it so it wouldn't be fair to the others for you to open theirs after it."
"You're really playing up this gift," Rob replied, raising an eyebrow. "But alright. I'll open yours last."
Reed preened as Rob picked up another gift, announcing it was from Ian. "Don't worry," Ian told everyone else. "This isn't going to outshine any of your gifts. It's pretty boring."
Everyone chuckled as Rob tore into the wrapping paper. He opened the lid on the box and chuckled, lifting out a green shirt similar to the ones he usually wore. "How did you ever know?" he asked teasingly.
"It just called to me," Ian replied. "So I took a chance."
"Well, it paid off," Rob said, setting the gift aside and picking up Ian's second gift to him. "Thank you."
He opened the other gift to reveal a gift card to his favorite tool store. Nodding, Rob thanked Ian before moving onto the next set of gifts. Picking one up, he grinned. "This one is from Lan," he said.
She chuckled as he unwrapped it. "I don't think you'll be surprised by my gift."
"I am not," he said, pulling out another shirt. This one was red. "Is this a way of telling me I need to vary my wardrobe?"
"No," Miriam replied. "We would've done that by getting you different items instead of the same shirt."
He eyed the other presents. "So I guess I know what's in those?"
Miriam nodded. "You probably do."
"Except mine," Reed said. "As I said, I've nailed it."
"Mine is different too," Regina added. "Though there's no subliminal message with it. I just thought you'd like it."
Rob chuckled. "Good to know."
He opened Lan's second gift, which was a gift card to one of his favorite restaurants in town, before moving on to Miriam's. She got him the same shirt but in blue and some new razors.
"Thank you," Rob said, setting her gifts aside. "Now, time for Regina's!"
"I hope you like them," she replied. "As I said, they really aren't the same as everyone else's."
He grinned as he pulled one box onto his lap. "I'm sure I'll love them."
She still worried as he unwrapped the gift. His eyes widened as he removed the lid. "Is this a new watch?" he asked.
"It is," she replied. "I remembered you said your old one broke when I saw this."
"This is amazing, Regina," he said, putting the watch on with a smile. "Thank you."
He took the other box and held it up. "I'm guessing this is the one that doesn't have any subliminal messages attached?" he asked.
She nodded. "Yes, it is."
"Alright," he said, unwrapping the gift and opening the box. He smiled as he pulled out the blue sweater she had bought him because it reminded her of his eyes. Rob put it on, running his hands over it. "I love it."
"You do?" she asked, wondering if he was just being polite. "I have the receipt if you want to exchange it."
He shook his head. "I mean it. It's different and I like it. Maybe I'll start wearing sweaters now."
Miriam chuckled. "You'll become the next Mr. Rogers."
"Let's not go that far," he replied before turning back to Regina. "Really, though, I love it. Stop doubting yourself."
"Okay," she said, taking a calming breath and deciding to trust him. He hadn't lied to her yet.
Why would he start at Christmas?
He smiled. "Good. Now, I think I can finally open Reed's presents and prove whether the hype is real or not."
"Oh, the hype is very real," Reed said, grinning. "Trust me."
"Alright," Rob said, motioning between the two remaining gifts. "Do I need to open them in a specific order?"
Reed shook his head. "Any order is fine."
Humming, Rob picked up one and started to unwrap it. "Alright, here we go."
"Should we have a drumroll?" Lan asked. "Since these gifts are so amazing."
"Yes," Reed said. "I think they deserve a drumroll."
Regina joined the others in hitting her hands on her lap as they simulated a drumroll. She chuckled as Rob finished unwrapping the gift and opened the box. He pulled out a jersey and raised an eyebrow. "It's my team's kit," Rob said. "While I appreciate it, not really much to blow me away."
"Turn it around," Reed told him. "And let me know if you still feel that way."
"Fine," Rob said, turning the shirt around to look at the back. His eyes then widened before he said: "No way."
Reed nodded, grinning. "Way."
Miriam frowned. "Okay, now I'm curious. What is this amazing gift?"
"It's not just a kit from my favorite team but it's also signed by my favorite player," Rob explained, holding up the kit to show the back. "How the hell did you pull this off?"
"I have some connections back in England," Reed said, grinning. "They pulled some strings and got that signed and sent it to me."
Rob nodded, holding the kit. "You're right. You really nailed this year's gift."
Pleased with him, Reed smirked. "Thank you very much. But there's still one more gift for you to open."
"Right," he said, picking up the other box. He tore off the wrapping paper and gasped. "You got signed a football too?"
"I did," Reed replied, even more pleased with himself. "And that one has been signed by the entire team."
Rob set the box down and held out his hand to Reed. "You really did top yourself," he said.
Miriam nodded as Reed shook Rob's hand. "Yep. You won Christmas," she said. "Congratulations."
"Thank you," Reed said, standing up and bowing. "I'd like to thank my mates back in England for making this all possible."
"I hope you send them something nice as a thank you," Lan added, standing. She shook out her legs. "Okay, I think I need to go for a walk. Anyone else care to join me in a casual stroll to Rob's kitchen?"
Ian nodded as he stood as well. "I'll join you too."
Miriam stood next. "Same. My legs need to be stretched out."
"Okay," Rob said, standing and holding out his hand to help Regina up from her spot. "I think we all need to stretch our legs. So let's enjoy some appetizers in my kitchen and then we can see about dinner."
"Sounds good," Ian said. "I think the Christmas winner should lead the way."
Reed grinned, walking toward the door. "Happily. Everyone follow me!"
The others followed him with Rob and Regina bringing up the rear. He patted her hand. "I want you to know that even though Reed won Christmas, I do appreciate your gifts," he said. "Especially the new watch."
"I'm glad," she replied, touched that he wanted to assure her that he loved her gifts. "I love what you gave me. Being able to market my business…I don't know, if I didn't need healthcare, I would almost feel like I could quit working at the factory."
"Well, as a small business owner, I have my own insurance," he told her. "I find it very reasonable. So if you do want to quit the factory, I will let you know where I get mine."
Warmth spread through her at how much he wanted to help her and support her dreams. "Thank you. I'll see where I am in a year and let you know if I want to take up your offer then," she said.
He nodded. "Alright. I'll check in with you in a year."
"Sounds good," she replied. "And who knows? Maybe I'll change my mind before that. If this year taught me anything, it's that everything can change in only a few months."
"Hopefully for the better," he said, looking at her while biting his lip.
She nodded, her heart skipping a beat. "Definitely for the better. And I think only good things await all of us."
He smiled. "Me too."
"Are you two coming?" Miriam asked, smirking. "Or do you want some alone time?"
"We're coming," Rob said, rolling his eyes. "Besides, if we wanted some alone time, I could just throw you all out of my house."
Miriam chuckled. "True, but you wouldn't do that on Christmas."
He sighed. "I'm too good for my own good."
"Yes, you are," Miriam replied, grinning. "Now come on before Ian and Reed eat everything."
"We're coming," Rob said, rolling his eyes. "Don't worry."
She nodded before walking back into his kitchen. Rob sighed. "I love our friends but sometimes they can be a little much."
Regina shrugged. "They just care."
"I know," he replied as they approached the kitchen. "Still, it would be nice for them to turn it down a notch or two."
"Never," Ian said, clapping him on the back. "And you wouldn't have it any other way, be honest."
Rob rolled his eyes again as Regina pulled away, taking one of the mini quiches Miriam had brought. "I love your mini quiches," she said, taking a bite and relishing the taste. "They are so good."
Miriam grinned. "Thanks! They are my specialty."
"You should also try Ian's chili," Lan said. "He won't brag about it but I'm pretty sure if Storybrooke ever had a cookoff, his would win."
"We should totally have a town cookoff," Miriam agreed, her eyes lighting up. "Someone should recommend it to Mayor Nolan."
Regina held up her hands. "She definitely won't listen to me."
Ian shrugged. "Don't take it personally this time. I doubt she will listen to anyone," he said.
"Right," Miriam said, scowling now. "I forgot what a bitch she is."
"Isn't it an election year coming up?" Lan asked. "Is anyone running against her?"
Reed shook his head. "Not that I've heard. I don't think anyone has ever run against her. It's like she's queen rather than mayor."
Lan frowned. "Honestly, I can't remember the last time anyone not named 'Blanchard' ran this town."
"Damn, I was joking about her being a queen but it really sounds like a monarchy disguised as democracy," Reed replied, shaking his head. "Something has got to change. Mayor Nolan needs to learn that she works for us and that we aren't just her subjects she can order around."
"You should run, Rob," Ian said. "I've always said you're a great leader. And you care about people."
Lan nodded. "You've also been naturalized, right?"
"I have," Rob replied. He tugged on his right sleeve. "But I'm not one for politics beyond voting and maybe signing a petition or two. I'll let someone else handle that."
"We'll find someone who will want to run against Mayor Nolan," Miriam said. "Public sentiment is against her right now."
Reed nodded. "Yeah, I hear people whispering about her all the time now."
Lan glanced over at Regina. "Maybe we shouldn't discuss that."
"What are people saying now?" Regina asked, sighing. "You can tell me. I've heard it all before."
Everyone was quiet for a moment, looking at each other before Ian sighed. "They say Mayor Nolan hates you so much and treats you so horribly because she knows that her father is also your father, that he had an affair with your mother."
Regina rolled her eyes. "Every man in Storybrooke has been rumored to be my father. I'm almost convinced that he probably just spent one night in Storybrooke and left in the morning and my mother just enjoyed the power she had in making people guess who was the father," she said.
"But Mayor Nolan could really believe it," Lan said. "It does explain why she treats you so badly."
"Everyone treated me badly," Regina replied. "It was practically tradition."
Ian rubbed the back of his neck. "Most people just ignored you and whispered behind your back. She's apparently been sabotaging your life. That's more than just an entire town deciding to be dick to someone, which is sadly common in small towns like Storybrooke if movies and TV are anything to go by."
Lan nodded. "Mayor Nolan goes beyond that. It's clearly personal for her, which makes no sense given your age difference. If she has heard the rumors that her father is your father…"
"Or maybe even knows," Reed interjected after swallowing a sip of beer. "She could be worried about splitting the Blanchard fortune with Regina. Rich people like her are usually worried about those things."
"If your theory is true, I don't think Mayor Nolan is worried about the money," Regina said. "I think she's more worried about her family's reputation and the fairy tale they've sold about her parents for years. The happily married and very loyal couple who raised a beautiful and perfect daughter."
Miriam sighed. "Well, I think we can all agree that no matter what Mayor Nolan's issue is with Regina, she's still a bitch and needs to be stopped."
Rob nodded, raising his beer. "Here, here."
"Enough about Mayor Nolan," Regina said, done with the conversation. The mayor was the last person she wanted to think about now. "It's Christmas. Let's focus on happier things."
"Like food?" Ian asked. "The finger foods are great but I think it's time for dinner."
Rob chuckled, pointing to the stove. "We've got about a half hour until the turkey is ready. Think you can hold on until then?"
Ian sighed. "I suppose so."
"There are plenty of finger foods," Miriam said. "I made a lot. And if you ask nicely, I might pull out the shrimp cocktails I brought."
"Please, may I have some of your delicious, delicious shrimp cocktails?" Ian asked, setting down his beer to clasp his hands. "Please?"
Miriam chuckled, opening the fridge. "Yes, you may."
She brought out the shrimp cocktails and Regina took one, hungry as well. As they enjoyed their shrimp, she relaxed. Whatever gossip Storybrooke was spreading about her now didn't matter. She had good friends who took care of her and supported her and who she supported and cared for as well.
They were family.
And she couldn't have asked for a better one.
"Goodnight, sweetheart," Mary Margaret said, kissing Diana's forehead. "Did you have a good Christmas?"
Diana nodded. "I did. Thanks, Mom."
Mary Margaret smiled. "You're welcome. Now, sweet dreams, sweetheart. I'll see you in the morning."
"Okay," Diana replied, closing her eyes. "Goodnight."
"Sweet dreams," Mary Margaret said, turning off the light and leaving her daughter's room. She sighed as she returned downstairs, ready for bed but knowing she had one more thing to do before then.
Daddy and Ruby stood at the bottom of the stairs. Mary Margaret frowned. "I thought you went home?" she asked Ruby.
She shook her head. "Not yet. I thought I could stay here with Diana and your father can drive you to the hospital to see David," she said.
"No, no," Mary Margaret replied, not wanting to inconvenience anyone. "You go home. I can go on my own."
"Mary Margaret, I can see the exhaustion in your eyes," Daddy said, stepping forward. "You've been such a great hostess and I know that's not easy. So, please, let me be your father and take care of you by driving you to the hospital and back. Okay?"
She felt her resolve crumble and she nodded, a lump forming in her throat. "Okay."
He pulled her closer and hugged her. She leaned into it, closing her eyes as she relished having someone who cared about her and loved her like this again. It was something she needed to remember not to take for granted.
"Go get your coat," Daddy said, releasing her. "I'm going to start the car and warm it up for you."
"Thanks, Daddy," she replied, heading to the closet. She pulled out her coat and put it on, turning to Ruby. "And thanks for staying with Diana."
Ruby smiled. "It's what godmothers do."
Mary Margaret chuckled as she wrapped her scarf around her neck. "I suppose so," she replied. "But I still appreciate it."
"Good," Ruby said, gently pushing her to the door. "Now go."
"I'm going," Mary Margaret replied, opening the door. "I'm sure I don't have to tell you that you can make yourself at home."
Ruby chuckled. "You do not. See you soon! Tell David I said hi."
Mary Margaret nodded, touched by her friend's words. "I will. See you soon."
"No rush," Ruby said. "I have all night but the hospital doesn't. So go!"
"I'm going, I'm going," Mary Margaret said, laughing as she closed the door behind her. She carefully walked down the sidewalk, not sure if it had iced over, and approached her father's car. Climbing into the passenger seat, she buckled herself up as the warmth in the car chased away the chill that had claimed her even during her short trek to the car.
Leaning back, she turned to her father. "Okay, I'm ready."
Daddy nodded, putting the car in reverse. "Alright, then, here we go," he said, turning to watch as he backed out of the driveway.
"I'm going to close my eyes," she said. "If I fall asleep, wake me up when we get there."
"I will," Daddy said as she felt the car straighten out. "You rest. You deserve it."
She sighed as her body relaxed and her mind drifted away. Mary Margaret felt as if she was floating toward the hospital, recharging herself to last for another hour or two. Then she could go to bed and get some much needed sleep.
Time stopped so she didn't know how long she hovered between sleep and consciousness before the car came to a stop. Daddy gently shook her. "We're here," he said.
"Okay," she replied, opening her eyes to see Storybrooke General out her window. She unbuckled herself and sighed. "Here we go."
"I tried to get us as close as possible," Daddy said, opening the door. "We shouldn't have far to walk."
She nodded, climbing out of the car. "Thank you."
They walked into the hospital together and found it quiet. Christmas decorations filled the lobby and festive music played over the speakers but the only other person in the room besides them was the night security guard. He lowered his book long enough to acknowledge them before going back to reading.
It was why Mary Margaret loved to visit David at night on Christmas. No one was around and so she was able to speak freely to him without fear anyone would overhear her. She could just pour her heart out ahead of the New Year.
Ahead of the reset.
Reaching David's floor, the nurse on duty smiled as she and Daddy got off the elevator. "Merry Christmas, Madam Mayor," she said.
"Merry Christmas," she replied, nodding to the nurse. "We won't be long."
"Don't worry," Nurse Ratchet replied. "You can take as long as you want. No one is going to mind."
Daddy smiled. "Thank you."
They walked over to David's room and Mary Margaret paused outside it. "Why don't you go in first? And then I'll go in," she said.
"Okay," he replied. "I won't be long."
She watched as he walked into David's room. Daddy sat by David's bedside, smiling as he talked to the prone man in the bed. He likely was telling David all about their Christmas and about how much she and Diana had loved the gifts he had gotten before his accident. That he hoped David would be awake by next Christmas so they could all celebrate together.
Mary Margaret could only hope as well.
Daddy then patted David's hand before standing. He walked back to the door, stepping out into the hallway. "Your turn," he said. "I'm going to see if Nurse Ratchet knows where I can find some good coffee."
"Okay," Mary Margaret replied. "I'll see you in a little bit."
As he walked back to the nurse's station, Mary Margaret slipped into David's room. She closed the door behind her and approached the bed. Taking his hand, she sat down next to him and smiled. "Merry Christmas, Charming," she said.
Her only response was the beeping of the machine measuring his vitals.
"Diana loved your present," she told him. "Of course, you knew that. She loves it every year.
"I'm not going to lie, it's been a tough year. Diana has really rebelled this year and even sought out Regina, who has found Robin and the others. It makes me wonder if my magic is as strong as I thought it was," she continued, pouring out her anxieties to him. "Or if Regina's is just stronger."
She paused, shaking her head. "No, no. I can't think that way. I can't let her win. Because if that happens, we all lose."
Mary Margaret cleared her throat. "The reset is in one week. And I believe everything will go back to normal. Diana will be our obedient daughter again, Regina will be miserable and everyone will stop whispering behind my back.
"I really can't wait for that," she said, closing her eyes and sighing. "I just want everything to go back to normal."
She then squeezed his hand, tears filling her eyes. "Well, I do wish for one change. I wish you would wake up this time and we can finally have the life and family we always talked about."
Mary Margaret stood, leaning over to kiss his forehead. "I love you, Charming. Merry Christmas," she said.
"Alright," she told Daddy as she stepped out of the room. "I'm ready to go."
"Good," he said, standing. "I think it's time we all went to bed and dreamt of sugarplums dancing in our heads."
She chuckled, nodding. "I agree."
They said goodnight to Nurse Ratchet before taking the elevator down to the lobby. Leaving the hotel, they climbed back into Daddy's car and he started it up, turning up the heat to ward off the December night's cold. "I am looking forward to the spring," he said, shivering.
"Me too," she replied, eager for warmer weather and a time when everything would be back to normal. "It can't come soon enough."
"Agreed," he said, putting the car into drive. "Now, off to home."
He left the hospital parking lot and Daddy drove down Main Street, which was deserted as everyone settled in after a joyful Christmas. Mary Margaret sighed, ready to close her eyes and get some rest.
The year - and her nightmare - was almost over.
Just six more days.
Made it home safely. Thanks again for an amazing Christmas.
Regina sat on her bed after sending the text to Rob, waiting for his response. He had been adamant that she text him once she got home so she knew he was awake and likely to respond quickly.
Glad to hear it. And you're very welcome. Get some sleep and I'll see you soon. X
She smiled at his response before she plugged her phone into her charger. Regina curled on her bed, still grinning. This was the best Christmas she had ever had. For the first time, she really understood why everyone loved this holiday.
Regina now loved it as well.
Forcing herself to get off her bed, she changed into her pajamas and hung up her dress. She undid her hair style and brushed her hair before heading into the bathroom to wash her face as well as brush her teeth.
She dried her face with a towel and padded back into her bedroom, turning off the bathroom light as she walked out. Regina pulled back her blankets and climbed underneath them. Turning off the light, she snuggled under her blankets and closed her eyes, ready for a good night's sleep.
As she drifted off, one line echoed throughout her head:
Merry Christmas to all and to all a Good Night.
A/N: I had hoped to have this ready for Christmas but that clearly didn't happen. So I hope you enjoy this little Christmas gift a few months late.
We'll go back to the Enchanted Forest in the next chapter to see more of Robin and Regina's story there. And we'll see what happens on New Year's Eve. Make your guesses now!
I hope you enjoyed this chapter! And I promise more Outlaw Queen coming up…as well as a chance Robin sees Diana again!
Have a good week!
-Mac