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Regina sat in her daughter Imani’s cozy bedroom, surrounded by stuffed animals and colorful drawings on the walls. Imani, a bright-eyed five-year-old with a head full of curls, looked up at her adoptive mother with a curious gaze.

Regina took a deep breath, a mixture of love and anticipation filling the room. She patted the bed next to her, inviting Imani to join her. As they sat down, Regina could feel the warmth of the moment, a delicate balance between honesty and reassurance.

She was about to explain to her precious little girl how their family came to be.

"Imani," Regina began, her voice gentle, "there's something important I want to talk to you about. "Do you remember how we always say you come from my heart?

"Of course, mommy. I know that!" With a Duh! expression on her face seconds before she giggles.     

“Alright, smarty-pants. Do you know what it means to be adopted?"

Imani tilted her head, her eyes wide with curiosity. "Adopted? Like, when you get a new teddy bear?"

Regina smiled, appreciating the innocence of Imani's analogy. "Well, sort of. When people adopt, it means that they choose to bring a child into their family and love them 

just like their own."

Imani's eyes sparkled with understanding, and she nodded.

Regina continued, "You, my sweet Imani, are adopted. But let me tell you something very special. You didn't come from my belly but you came from my heart. Just like I’ve always told you."

Imani furrowed her brow, trying to grasp the concept. Regina reached for a heart-shaped locket she wore around her neck, carefully opening it to reveal a small photo of the two of them.

"Do you see this heart, Imani?" Regina asked, pointing to the locket.

Imani nodded, her fingers reaching out to touch the delicate pendant.

"This heart is where you came from. Not from my tummy, but from right here." Regina gently tapped her chest, just above her own heart.

Imani's eyes widened with understanding, and a warm smile spread across her face.

Regina continued, "When Daniel and I wanted a child, we looked and looked until we found you. And when I saw you, I knew you were the one I had been waiting for. So, we adopted you, and you became our very own special girl. You may not have my eyes or my laugh, but you have my heart, and that's what makes us a family."

Imani's face lit up with joy, and she threw her arms around Regina in a tight hug. "I came from your heart, Mommy!"

Regina hugged her back, feeling a deep sense of connection and love. "That's right, sweetheart. And you will always have a special place right here, in my heart. There’s more… I have a photo of the woman that made it possible for you to come from my heart. Would you like to see her?"

“Did she come from your heart too?” 

“No, baby.” Regina squeezes her daughter to her chest. “Like you, she has a place in it. You came from her tummy. Remember when Auntie Tiana was pregnant with Olivia?”

“Uh huh, she was in Auntie T’s belly?” 

“Exactly like that. You were in this woman’s belly.”

Regina held Imani close, feeling the small heartbeat against her chest. As they sat in the cozy embrace, Regina decided to share a little more about Imani's birthmother, whose presence lingered in a letter Regina had cherished.

“What’s her name?” Imani looks up and back at her mother with wide hazel eyes that Regina so adores. 

“Her name is Emma.”

“That is a pretty name.” 

"It is. Imani, there's something very special I want to tell you. Before you came to live with us, your birthmother wrote a letter for you. She wanted you to know how much she loves you and why she made the decision she did."

Imani looked up, her eyes wide with curiosity. Regina reached for a small, well-worn envelope on the bedside table, and she handed it to Imani.

"This is a letter from Emma. She wrote it with a lot of love and care. Would you like me to read it to you?"

Imani nodded, her eyes fixed on the envelope in her hands.

Regina opened the letter and began to read aloud, her voice gentle and filled with the emotion that the words conveyed. "Dear Imani, from the moment I knew you were growing inside me, I felt an overwhelming love and protectiveness for you. But I also knew that I couldn't give you the life you deserved. So, I made the difficult decision to find you a family who could love and care for you in ways I couldn't."

Imani listened intently, her eyes absorbing every word.

Regina continued, "Your laughter, your dreams, and your spirit captured my heart, and I wanted the very best for you. My wish for you is that your adoptive parents, can provide the love and opportunities I wished for you."

As Regina read the words, she noticed the mix of emotions playing across Imani's face—curiosity, understanding, and a touch of sadness.

"She thinks about you often and hopes you're growing up surrounded by love and happiness," Regina explained, her voice soft and reassuring.

Imani looked up at Regina, her eyes shining with a mixture of emotions. "Mommy, why didn't Emma keep me?"

Regina hugged Imani tightly, feeling the weight of the question. "Sweetheart, sometimes people face difficult challenges, and making decisions out of love means doing what they believe is best for the ones they care about. She loved you so much that she wanted to make sure you had the best life possible, even if it meant making a tough choice."

Imani nodded, her small hand holding onto the letter.

Regina smiled warmly. "You are loved by so many, Imani—by Emma, by us, and by the people who are a part of your life. And no matter what, you will always have a place in my heart, just like your she wanted."

As they sat together, enveloped in the love that spanned across different chapters of Imani's life, Regina knew that their unique family story would continue to unfold with each shared moment and conversation. 

As they sat together, enveloped in the love that spanned across different chapters of Imani's life, Regina knew that their unique family story would continue to unfold with each shared moment and conversation. 

“Can I see her?” 

Regina sensed the curiosity in Imani's voice as she looked at a photo of her birth mother, which was included in the envelope. The photo was of a young Caucasian woman, a teenager. 

"Here she is," Regina said, showing her the picture. It was one she had looked upon often over the years. Feeling a sincere gratitude towards the young woman she had never met. Based on what Emma had put in her letter, Regina knew her to be 18 years old in the current photo. With wavy blonde hair, stunning Green eyes that she passed onto her child, and a small smile mustered for the sake of the photo. Her pale hands protectively placed over the growing bump.

It was the closest thing Regina possessed to having ultrasounds of their shared daughter. 

Imani's eyes widened as she studied the photograph. “Mama, her skin white! Emma is vanilla like Daniel.”

Regina smiled, recognizing the innocence in Imani's observation. Imani often made people ice cream flavors and Regina thought it was adorable. Regina noted however, that her child opted to not refer to Daniel as Daddy or Dad. This relationship disconnection broke Regina’s heart.  "Her skin IS white babygirl. And yes, sweetheart, she is.”

“But I’m not vanilla like her.” Looking down at her own small arm and swinging those eyes that looked at Regina as though she had every answer. 

Buying herself a few seconds, Regina presses a kiss to her daughter’s temple. “Not exactly. What do you think Auntie T is?” 

“Chocolate!” Imani says, prompting a smile on her mother’s lips. 

“Well, in your case, you are vanilla like Emma and Daddy, and your birthfather is chocolate like Auntie T.” 

“What’s his name, Mama?” 

At this, Regina faltered. Emma had not shared that particular piece of information in her letter. Nor given any reason as to why she left the information out. 

“I’m not sure sweetie.” 

“Can we ask Emma?” 

“I wish we could.”

“I ask her later” Imani stated while considering Regina's words, her gaze shifting back to the photo. "She looks nice but sad. Is her sad that she not keep me?"

Regina sighed softly, recognizing the depth of Imani's empathy. "Emma decided out of love. She wanted what she believed was best for you. And while I am sure it would have been a hard decision, she chose to find you a family that could give you all the love and care you needed."

Imani nodded, her small fingers tracing the edges of the photograph. "I love you, Mama."

Regina's heart swelled with love. "And I love you, sweetheart, more than words can say. Families are made in many different ways, but what's most important is the love we share."

As they continued to explore the contents of the envelope and talk about Emma, Regina knew that their family story was evolving—a unique blend and a journey that brought them together.

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After Imani finished having breakfast with Tiana and her girls, their dad Naveen drove her home, dropping her off just outside the driveway on Mifflin Street. Just like with his girls and wife, he opened the door and watched her until she unlocked the side door to enter. She waited as he gave a final wave and pulled away. 

Luckily, her mother’s best friend Kathryn was already over for their brunch judging by her Range Rover in the driveway. She unknowingly provides Imani with a needed distraction to execute her next step. Maneuvering into the garage to snag her bicycle and head in the opposite direction of town. There were too many people who knew her within the center to make a clean break. Any number of them could get in touch with her mom directly. 

And this was the main downside to being the daughter of Storybrooke’s mayor. 

She had more than enough time to bike the 4 miles to the only other Greyhound station. Armed with adrenaline even her shaky breath stood no chance. She’s been plotting this for a month, going over every single detail until she could shred the original notes. Her hand went to her slightly upset stomach. 

Something her mother Regina did when anxious. Turns out, blood relation was not required to absorb mannerisms from one's parents. Right now, Imani wished for anything but the tummy ache presenting itself. A reminder of the hundreds, no thousands, of decisions leading up to this one. 

Imani was not running from Regina but she was moving towards someone. Her biological mother. A woman whom Regina never kept a secret. She can still remember that day when she was five years old. 

Tonight, Imani Mills would be meeting her birth mother.

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In her lap the phone rang, with “mom” written across the screen once again.

Her stomach clenched as it had a dozen times since beginning this journey. Every ignored call ignited feelings of guilt. A feeling her mother told her people often felt when they knew something they were doing was wrong. 

If you must ask yourself if something is right or wrong, you have your answer.

An answer to which Imani responded by disabling her location and shutting down her phone. The pang struck again. It was too late to turn back about seven and a half hours too late.

According to the carefully plotted timeline, Imani deduced that she had a little under a half-hour before she and Emma would be face to face. A kind elderly woman glanced at her from across the bus aisle, leaning a bit closer. “Running from or running too?” 

Those warm blue eyes reminded her so dearly of Granny. “I’m meeting my mom. Just running a bit late.” 

“Oh!” She chuckles. “I’m headed to spend two weeks with my daughter. She tried to stick me in the sky if you can believe that, dear. I told her the bus was just fine with me.” 

“Where are you headed?” 

“If you can believe it, 212 Fifth Avenue, New York City. She’s what I believe young folks would refer to as a big deal.” 

The pain in her stomach subsides a bit. “That’s where my mom is!”

“How delightful we should take this journey together then. If you’ll have an old lady.” 

Imani smiles at that. “I should be delighted.” 

“Women must look out for one another.” 

A sentiment her mother made time and again. Making conversation with the woman beside her put her more at ease. “My mom says that.” 

“It’s true. My friends and family call me Meg. What’s your name, dear?” 

“Imani. You remind me of someone back home. Her name’s Granny. She runs a diner and bed and breakfast.” 

“Such a beautiful name. Does she now? That sounds lovely, dear. I recently lost my husband of forty years…” She choked up a bit and her eyes glistened but she swallowed over the feelings, forcing a smile. “Enough about me. Tell me about home.”

Storybrooke was a safe topic. One Imani could easily pass the time sharing how it was like a fairytale. 

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Departing the bus, Imani waits patiently with the elderly woman to retrieve her rolling luggage. She smiles to see the girl waiting. “Thank you kindly for being patient with an old woman such as myself. Now there will be quite the rush to hail a cab. Have you ever done so before?”  Imani shakes her head. “Stay close to me. We may share if you wish.” 

“Could we?” She did not want to admit it but as beautiful as New York was thus far, the sheer amount of people and unfamiliarity left her unsettled. 

There was no place like home.

“As a mother myself, I’d want someone to do the same for my children.” 

This particularly broad stroke of luck proves fruitful in several ways. The first was that the cab ride ended up costing conversation alone. Its second wave was that Meg just so happened to be granted entrance into 212 Fifth Avenue. One thing that Imani could not have counted on. 

“Thank you for the cab ride, Miss Meg.” 

She smiles at the girl. “Your mother will be pleased to see you. You’re welcome, dear. Here,” Reaching into her purse to find a small notepad and pen, Meg scrawls her name and phone number. “Should you find yourself in need, call me. What floor?” 

“To the top.” Imani smiles as Meg shoots her an approving expression. 

“Up, up, and away.” 

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Her breath became shaky at the sight of the door. The sight of a beautiful script is an entrancing design. Much like the idea of the woman who hopefully lies behind it and the impact on Imani’s life. Oh, how she was both wishing Meg was still here and yet glad she was not. Imani could hardly imagine the elderly woman would have been pleased with being ever so slightly manipulated. 

Since turning off her phone, she could only imagine the amount how much trouble she would be in back home. Still, what she sacrificed to be here. All the planning is locked away in her head to avoid detection. Even with the elevator just behind her. 

There was still time to turn back. 

Only that was not the way Imani’s story would play out. Her first knock would easily be ignored. Her palms are sweaty and the longer it takes for a response her knees become a bit weaker. Gathering the courage that brought her to this place, she knocks solidly. 

A minute passes, then two. Her plan did not have a contingency for her birth mother not being home. 

Then it happens. The script-covered door to the penthouse opens. Behind it revealed what Imani can only describe as the most intimidating presence she has ever come across. Greeting her with the most annoyed expression, the athletically built and silk pajama-wearing blonde woman is met with an open-mouthed stare. 

Of course, thanks to her mother’s help, Imani had the advantage of seeing her birth mother before her impromptu trip. To see a picture was one thing but now the woman responsible for giving her life was taking breaths right in front of her. The thousands of questions running through Imani’s mind silent at the sight of her birth mother. 

She asks the only thing she can think of. “Are you, Emma Swan?” 

“Yeah. Who are you?”

Spit dries in her mouth. 

This was different from how Imani pictured it. She imagined it as more of a love at first sight, knowing who she was without even having to ask. It was silly, she realizes. She was putting so much faith in shared DNA. “Imani. I’m,” She squares her shoulders like her mom did during meetings.

“I’m your daughter.”

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Before the big announcement, Emma appeared every bit annoyed. 

As the words slowly sank in, Emma stepped from behind it. Her eyes so green held a brightness to them. “Do you know what Imani means?” 

“Belief or faith. My mom was asked not to change it and she loved it so… I guess you got your wish.”

Leaning lazily against the ajar door Emma continuously studies her. “Have you traveled far?” 

“Eight hours. I took a bus.” 

“By yourself?” Emma’s face is unreadable but her daughter squirms under the direct attention. 

“Yes.” 

“Come inside.” The door opened further and the lavish lifestyle of her birth mother could not be ignored. Marble floors, and pristine white walls decorated with curated art. Everything had a place. Something her other mother would appreciate. “Do your parents know you’re here?” 

“Not exactly.” She shrinks a bit into the not so comfortable black couch, seeing that Emma's presence seemed displeased. No this was not the way it was meant to go. The depth to which Emma studies her is a bit intense. Her eyes never moved from Imani's face and Emma's recovered from the initial shock to flat-lined, not a clue as to her thoughts. “I turned off my phone and location.” 

“Call them. Let them know you are safe and where you are.” She rises from the coffee table and heads behind the living room to the kitchen. “Would you like water or juice?” 

Imani turns, absorbing every move Emma Swan makes. Each movement is poised and perfectly executed. Right now Emma reminds Imani a lot of Regina. Curly blonde hair dusted just beneath her shoulders. “Do you have any apple juice? It’s my favorite.” 

There’s a flicker of something that disappears quickly with Emma pouring two glasses. Her gaze pours over every feature of Imani’s face as she returns to her seat on the coffee table. Handing the glass to the girl with shaky hands. “You must have questions.”

“So many!”

Imani’s enthusiasm brings about a smirk to the corner of Emma’s mouth.“You remind me of your biological father.” 

A matching set of hazel eyes open with the excitement only a child possesses. “First question, what is his name?”

“Enyinna.”

“Enyinna,” Imani repeats. “I’ve never heard that name before.” 

Pressing a few buttons on her smartwatch Emma glances at it before returning her gaze to the girl before her. “He’s not here IF you’re wondering. Looks like California at the moment.” 

“I’ve read A LOT about you online.” This surprises Emma from the looks of it.  “You gave your name in the letter.” 

“Don’t believe everything you read.” Emma downs her beverage before clasping her hands over the lower portion of her face. In retrospect, she knew Imani had questions only she or Enyinna could provide. “Your birth father and I were only together once. If you were wondering.” 

Imani swallows heavily. “That’s when I was made.” 

“Yeah.” Emma’s answer is quiet. “Make no mistake, Enyinna is my oldest confidante. We met in a group home and though we each crafted our own lives since, I trust him.” 

“They weren’t very nice. The group homes.”

“No, they were not. Off and on until I was adopted at twelve.” There is a glimmer of sparkle in Emma’s eyes as she continues to gaze at her daughter. “I was eighteen  when I had you.” 

“Still a kid,” Imani responds, perking up. “I’m twelve.” 

“I know.” Emma’s not what she pictured at all. Resting her forearms on her thighs. All of her attention with a narrow-minded focus on the girl before her. “What are your parents like?” 

“It’s just me and my mom, Regina. It’s been just us for a long time now. We’re close but I-I couldn’t wait until I was eighteen to meet you.” 

“I think you should make that call to your mother.”

Reaching into her pocket, Imani powers on her phone. The notifications begin to go wild. 

“You shouldn’t make her worry.” Then the girl's phone dies and she is left meeting a slightly disappointed expression. “I’ll fetch my phone from the bedroom.”

When Emma returns from deeper inside the condominium phone in hand, she unlocks it and hands it over to her daughter. Her stomach threatens to evacuate every single thing in her system yet she forces herself to remain rooted to the spot in front of the girl. She imagined having more time. Or at least that is what she imagined Regina to believe.  

The number input takes place and then Emma taps the speakerphone icon.

“H-Hello?” The shaky tone on the other end is urgent and all the evidence needed to convince Emma of Regina’s heart. 

“Hello is this, Regina?” Emma asks, glancing at a notification on her watch. 

“Yes,” Regina speaks to someone in the background, hand covering the mouthpiece as it is muffled. Seconds tick by and then her voice is steadier but filled with dread. “This is?” 

“Emma Swan.” 

Absolute silence on the other end. 

In truth, Emma felt like her heart was about to beat through her rib cage and explode. She was no more ready than Regina for this moment. On that, Emma would bet money.  Several more seconds pass before a shuddered breath passes through the phone line. 

“Hello, Miss Swan. Please tell me that you have her there with you?” 

Emma appears surprised but quickly schools it into place. Then she gives their daughter a pointed look. “Yes. Imani is right here. She’s right here, Regina.”

“Hi, Mama.” Imani’s breath shakes. It becomes clear from her shrinking demeanor that guilt rules her. “I made it to meet Emma.”

“Oh thank God. Thank. God.” They can hear Regina, unable to mask the anxieties ruling her. “I-I if something…anything happened. Young lady, you are in so much trouble.” 

A briefly crooked grin flashes across Imani’s lips. “It kinda did. I met her.” 

“You know I promised to go with you.” The fear in her voice was fading.

“I couldn’t wait anymore. I’m sorry.” 

Regina clearing her throat floats through the phone. “Miss Swan, am I welcome to join my daughter?” 

So caught up in studying Imani again, Emma barely registers she’s being spoken to until her daughter is staring at her expectantly. “No need. I can drive her in a few hours if it’s all the same?” 

“I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you.” 

“Consider it my gift to you.” 

“I’ll text you the address.” 

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

No sooner does Emma put her vehicle into park than Regina out of the front door and races down the sidewalk. Imani is embraced in the fiercest of hugs, complete with happy tears. Her mother peppers her face with kisses holding her as closely as humanly possible. Backing off time and again to get a good look at her daughter’s face. As though there was nothing more precious in the world.

“I found Emma!” Imani declares triumphantly. 

Drying her eyes and then straightening her dress Regina has one arm still around her daughter. Emma leans casually against her vehicle watching the entire scene unfold. Her body was perfectly accentuated by the tailored dress shirt and slacks. “Miss. Mills.” 

Dropping her arm from Imani’s shoulder, Regina strides forward purposefully. “Miss Swan. It is a pleasure to meet you at long last. I apologize if her arrival was ill-timed. I believed myself to have a few more years yet before making contact.” 

Cupping Regina’s hands assuringly, Emma revels in their gentleness. In the warmth emanating her direction from a woman who four hours ago she never met. “So your daughter tells me.” 

“Please,” Regina interrupts. “All due respect, without you neither of us would have a daughter. Imani has and always will be ‘ours’.”

Emma’s eyes study Regina in the light of the house. “She speaks highly of you.” 

It is just the confirmation Regina needs to unleash her beautiful smile. “I’m pleased to hear that. Come on in. Imani, it is far past your bedtime. Have you eaten?”

“Emma took me to Wendy’s. Isn’t her car awesome?!”

Regina glances at it unsurprised due to her prior research into Emma that it is a screaming yellow Audi of some kind. Even as unfamiliar with cars as she is, she bets it is lightning fast. “I’m glad. Now, go prepare yourself for bed. I’ll be in there momentarily.” 

Several times in a few seconds the phone clutched in Regina’s hands comes alive with activity. “Sheriff Graham, yes Imani is home. Thank everyone for their efforts for me. I’ll be there sometime this week to do the same.” She nods and discontinues the conversation on her end. 

Their daughter has not moved a centimeter and realization washes over her. “Mama, does Tiana know what I did?” An arched brow seems to be the only reply the girl requires. “Okay.” 

Cupping her cheek. “Darling, what you did, I understand why you felt as though you had to. But the way you went about it is not something I raised you to do. You lied and manipulated the trust of those closest to you. You’ll have some explaining to do.” 

“Ooh, mama.” 

“Do not ooh mama me. This is so far beyond acceptable behavior. Now say goodnight to Emma and go on in the house.” 

Bright hazel eyes swing toward Emma’s and Imani pads closer. “Would it be cool if we hug?” At that Emma pushes off her car, awkwardly opening her arms to allow the girl inside of them. Imani does not let go right away. In the background, Regina shoots Emma a smile laden with emotion. “Maybe…I could talk to you on the phone?” 

Emma and Regina stare at one another over Imani’s head. “Emma and I will handle the details darling, go on.” 

Whirling, Imani tackle-hugs Regina, burrowing her nose in her mother’s neck. “I love you, mama.” 

“You’re still in so much trouble.” Murmurs Regina, kissing her temple. Lingering her lips against Imani’s warm skin. “My heart.” 

“Forever?” 

“And always.” They unfurl from one another as Imani makes it to the front door, looking back with a final wave. One returned by Emma. A weariness seems to settle in that sags Regina’s perfect posture. Yet she studies Emma and makes her next move. “How would you like a glass of the best apple cider?”

A bright smile flashes Regina’s way. “Lead the way.” 

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Lead Regina does. 

Right up the stairway to the second floor. Her home is an immaculate display of love and warmth despite her black and white colorways. Adorning the walls are photographs of the duo. Occasionally, a piece of artwork is in its place. A gentle knock on a closed door garners, “Come in.” 

Taking a seat near the middle of the bed, Regina caresses their daughter's face. Fighting back tears she swallows thickly. “I don’t want to discuss today with you at this moment. I-,” Another wave of emotions purses her lips. “I am glad you’re safe. I was so scared.” 

Rightfully so, Imani averts her eyes from Emma who lingers in the doorway. The one person she cannot look away from is her mother. The strongest woman that she knows is fighting and failing to hold back tears. Imani was certain she never saw tears like this fall down her mother’s face. 

Not since the divorce. 

A shiver racks the girl and she lurches forward to embrace her struggling mother. Pouring from an overwhelming cup of love. She becomes enraptured in her mother’s arms as the dam of tears finally breaks Regina down. 

From her perch in the doorway, the love between mother and daughter is clear. Imani was not, as she stated multiple times on the drive to Storybrooke, Maine, running away from home. Not in the way, Emma did so many times as a youth in foster care. Rather, to understand where she came from. Finding that only two people in the entire world held the answer. 

The answer which Emma made available via an aptly named, whosyourmama.org.

Moments tick by and just like that, Regina finishes tucking Imani in with assurances that they have a serious talk planned for the following morning. 

“Night, Emma.” Imani croons with a hopeful smile. 

Tipping her head in the girl’s direction. “Goodnight.”

One final kiss to her daughter’s cheek and Regina pulls herself away. 

Now she is one-on-one with the slightly taller blonde and the day hits her as hard as it can with weariness. Emma smells entirely too good for Regina to remain this close to her. She gives herself the task of smoothing down the front of her dress as she nears the assessing woman. Regina knows she shouldn’t yet the magnetism proves too great a challenge to resist. “If you aren’t too tired, I’ll prepare that cider for us now.” 

A flicker of a disarming smile flashes across thin lips. “I would like that. IF, you aren’t too tired.” 

“I wish there were something stronger.” Regina’s smirk possesses just the right amount of devilish charm.

It doesn’t matter that she shouldn’t be toeing this line. This is the mother of her child their bond began three weeks before either of them ever heard the other’s name. It would continue so long as they both should live. 

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“You knew me before this evening because of my letter. Or the version of me that existed then. Still, you must have questions.”  Emma states coolly, enjoying the cider Regina served. Having spotted an apple tree on the grounds and the crispness of the cider she put two and two together. This was homemade. Perfectly nuanced for a bold beginning and balanced finish. Much like their meeting in the driveway. Pair that along with how calm and composed the woman before her was now and one could color Emma curious.

All was right in Regina’s world now that Imani had returned safely.

This Regina Mills was proving more multifaceted than a cursory glance granted her credit. Reading other people came easily to Emma so this delectable surprise had her curious. 

Then there was the matter of how Regina’s eyes drank Emma in with fervor. 

“I did.” Regina flattens her skirt and takes a generous drink from her glass. “When I adopted Imani, I knew I wanted the relationship that I had with my mother. Warm, loving, supporting. We speak often about how much you love her.” 

Emma tilts her head.  “How would you know something like that?” 

This takes Regina aback. She turns, picking up a book at her side. Within its pages is a slightly yellowing letter. “Your letter. I have never once thought of anything else.” 

For the first time, Emma’s sharpness softens. She swallows and it lessens the sharp pain in her stomach the entire evening. At last a bit of the woman came through. “Imani says you read it to her.”

Regina rises and does something she never thought she’d do if it weren’t for the flashes of absolute agony crossing Jade eyes. She sits on her coffee table. "Her first family returned her and the letter back unopened three weeks after she was born. I was still reeling from the fact that I thought being her mother was lost to me. Imagine my joy when they asked if I was still willing."

"I never knew they did that." Emma’s heart breaks for the girl upstairs. Being given back was a feeling all too familiar. She never wanted… but before her thoughts could spiral Regina’s voice breaks through.

Reflectively Regina asks. "So you have looked into her?"

"Yes." Emma's arm slides along the back of the couch. The pose is for herself to fight the demons on the inside. 

"Are you here as her mother or out of curiosity?"

"I was merely a vessel that gave her life. You are her mother." Emma picks at an invisible lint and then resumes her position.

Regina doesn't bother hiding her shaky breath. "I am."

"I'm not here to fight for her, Regina. I'll admit, Imani got in my head and my wish is to see that her questions are answered. To meet the woman who loves her so much."

"It won't be as simple as you're making it. You'll never be able to return to your life as you knew it only hours ago."

"That was not a life." When Regina reaches out to hold her hand, Emma’s eyes dart quickly to find rich shades of amber staring back at her. 

“You’ve been in a great deal of pain for a long time from the way your letter read. Even when I began getting the notifications as your name was linked to Google searches. I don’t think anyone’s ever taken the time to truly care for you. And I am so sorry that has been your experience in this life.” 

“It was never the girl’s.” 

This brightens Regina’s features considerably. Her thumb traced over the soft skin at the back of Emma’s hand. The one she was grasping ever so gently.  “You can say her name, you know. Without guilt or shame. Did she tell you that?” 

“Yes,” Emma offers, eyes dropping to the tracing of Regina’s thumb against the back of her hand. Shouldn’t she be the one comforting Regina after the evening they had? “I’d like to discuss what tomorrow looks like so there is a minimal amount of awkwardness between us.” 

Amber eyes twinkle. “I’d like you to stay. All of my appointments and meetings have been moved to accommodate time off. If you have time as well we would love nothing more than to have you be a part of that time together.” 

Their eyes continue softening in intensity and Regina’s thumb continues its soothing rhythm. A light comes on behind Emma’s. “How about breakfast tomorrow? With the exciting day you’ve had, I think it is the least I can do.” 

“I know just the place.” 

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Imani is bouncing with excitement as Emma and her mother descend the stairs. The lightness in her aura and smile reminds Emma of all the questions on their drive to Storybrooke. This was what children should look like. Free from all that taints their world. 

Stripping them of innocence. 

Free from everything that took her own.

“Good morning.” Imani greets Regina with a kiss on the cheek. One that sees Regina’s arms encompass her fully. 

“Good morning, my heart.” 

Has Regina already forgiven her for stealing and making the possibly incredibly dangerous trip to New York? 

That bright smile turns to the blonde. “Hi, Emma.” 

“Good morning.” Her eyes study the girl and the more she sees the lighter her heart feels. However, it remains difficult to put her feelings into words. “What do the two of you say about grabbing breakfast? My treat.” 

Regina’s lips bear an incredible smile. Amber eyes drift toward the hazel of their daughter. “I could go for something. How about Granny?”

“Really? Even though I should probably be grounded until I’m thirty.” 

“We will discuss your punishment later this afternoon. For now, I’m famished.” 

“Granny’s sounds perfect.” Emma falls into place with the family of two.  

Imani’s surprise turns into a blossoming grin. “Granny’s is my favorite.”

The silent assessment Emma’s been giving her prompts a small smile of her own. “You have your father’s smile.” 

Imani’s grows larger still. “Mama says it’s her favorite smile to see.” 

“I imagine that must be true.” 

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

“Welcome to Granny’s.” 

"Hi, Granny!" Imani jumps onto the barstool facing Emma and Regina with a bright smile. Already having asked if she could tell people Emma was her birth mother.

"Hello to you, Miss Imani. What can we get for you today?"

"My usual. Mom and I brought a friend. Can you guess who it is?"

An accessing gaze went straight to Emma. "A special day indeed." Extending her hand. "Eugenia Lucas. Most everyone calls me Granny."

“A pleasure, Miss Lucas. A lovely establishment you have here.”

“A charmer are you?” Granny’s thin lips boast a broad smile for all her usual stern facades.

“When I was little, mom led a campaign to save Granny’s for me,” Imani says matter-of-factly as the elderly woman behind the counter. 

The amount of adoration Imani has for Regina makes Emma’s eyes glance toward the blushing brunette. “That’s a tall tale you’re weaving.” Regina lightly grasps Eugenia’s hands over the counter. “There was someone else I wanted to help as well and it was not all me.” 

“Don’t make me get all teary-eyed before I’ve finished my first cup of coffee.” 

Still, sharp blue eyes meet Emma’s and a knowing look passes between them as well. Minus all the dressings of love and devotion to be found in a small town. She turns away and provides the two regulars with their beverages before waiting on the blonde. 

“Coffee, black. Wheat toast with butter.” 

Leaning around Regina, Imani’s face is comical. “That’s not a very healthy breakfast.” 

“Do you have Greek yogurt?” Emma asks without missing a beat. 

“Indeed.” 

“Please add that to my order.” Turning towards the gangly twelve-year-old, “Satisfied?” 

“I want you around as long as possible.” 

“We just met.” Emma receives an odd look from Regina and softens a bit. “How do you even know if you like me or not?” 

“You're my mom,” Imani says as if that solved all the world's problems. "You at least have to stick around long enough for me to get to know you." Emma bristles at all the tenderness Imani ascribes to her actions. Pausing before her first bite of french toast. “You said my dad was important to you. Can I see him? A picture or anything.” 

On this, Emma defers to the arch of Regina’s brow. “Are you curious as well?” 

“Seeing as your surprise was ruined years ago, yes. Especially to see where she gets her smile as you said. I would never keep her from establishing a relationship with you or her biological father unless there was some kind of danger.” 

Flipping through her phone, Emma places the device between them all. Imani goes to flip to another set of images when Regina stays in her hand, glancing at Emma. “It’s safe.” 

The photos continue until there is one of a much younger version of both biological parents. A softer smile paints Emma’s strict body language. “Enyinna was adopted shortly after me. My adoptive mother saw to it personally.” 

“So you grew up together?” 

“Yeah. One of the ways I gradually began to trust my adoptive mother was that despite being adopted into a wealthy family, she let me keep my group home friends around. We had them over a lot. Made sure they had everything they needed. Helped them get adopted or gave them employment.”

“She seems nice,” Imani says with a trusting smile. 

Emma takes her phone back and flips through a few more pictures before settling on a fresh-faced Enyinna with a broad smile. Regina snatches up the phone, holding it beside their daughter.

“You do have his smile, and his eye shape” she turns. “Your mother’s eye color and the  mischievousness behind both.” 

“I’m glad I could give her something,” Emma says over her coffee which she seems to enjoy. 

“What is he like?” Comes from Imani

“Protective.” 

“Young lady, you need to eat some of your breakfast and allow Emma to do the same. She’s been very generous with her time. I know you have more but let her catch her breath, alright?” 

“Yes ma’am.” A kiss passes between the two. All parties resume eating though Regina finds Emma’s eyes on her more than once. While she appears anything but lost in thought, the one and only Albert Spencer enters the diner. 

No doubt still reeling from the humiliation suffered at her hand during their last City Council meeting. “Madame Mayor, a word in private please?” 

Regina takes her time dabbing at her lips with a napkin before giving Imani’s knee a gentle squeeze. “We’ll be right back sweetheart.” 

“Okay,” she answers dutifully but right away her eyes track her mother and this man through the back door. They can still be seen through the sounds of patrons and the kitchen drowns out what appears to be a lively conversation. 

One sees him get within an inch of Regina’s face and she barely retreats. 

At that, Imani becomes visibly anxious. Emma seeks understanding. "Does this man mean anything to you?"

"He keeps running against my mom but always loses. Then...he calls her names. Threatens to expose her. Sometimes it's a long time from now. Other times it’s soon."

 "Promise me you’ll stay right here?"

“I promise.” 

Checking her cufflinks Emma waltzes into the not-so-private area out back where Spencer is bringing about hellfire. "You think you can do what you want because you bed the Sheriff. That day is coming to an end. Your whore ways won't ..."

He has not taken a breath but Emma’s command reaches through to the other woman easily. "Regina. Inside. Now."

Albert barely registers the additional visitor. "Sluts like you..."

"If you're quite done. Regina and I have actual business we need to attend." A crooked smile meets the brunette and after several tense beats, Regina straightens herself and gratefully reenters the diner.

Emma does not follow.

Instead, her attention is on the still blubbering man. "Does the name Swan Song mean anything to you?"

"Everyone knows them. I'm not a fool. I follow happenings well beyond this little town."

"Emma," She holds her hand out and is not surprised when he grips hers tightly albeit in his confusion so she pulls him in. Gripping him even more so. "Swan. You ever speak to Regina that way again and I will not rest until everything you love is but ashes. Do you understand?"

“I- what are you doing here?” Straightening his jacket he released the painful grip on her hand. “Miss Swan, I have an idea….” 

“Send it to my people.” 

She leaves him floundering outside, taking note that Regina is not at the island next to Imani finishing her breakfast. When hazel eyes track one of the women’s returns at last Imani smiles.  Glancing to her left Emma spots a bathroom.

Burgeoning anger fills the mirror above the sink as Regina struggles to reign in her emotions.

Emma locks the door after ensuring there are no other patrons within. Steering Regina’s eyes to her own. “Who was that?” 

“That was Councilman Albert Spencer. I humiliated him last week in front of his golfing buddies. You don’t think he is still upset, do you?”

“The audacity,” Emma smirks, leaning into the sink and facing Regina. “He won’t be a problem for long.” 

Regina clears her throat. “I’m sorry you had to hear that.”

“You’re sorry?” Questions Emma, perplexed at Regina’s apology. “So you are sleeping with the Sheriff?”

Color paints Regina’s face. “We’ve had a friend-with-benefits arrangement for a few years.”

“That doesn’t make you a slut. You’re human and you have needs beyond that which being a mother and career can provide. I get it. You don’t deserve to be talked to that way. Your breakfast grows cold and I know, Imani is worried that we’re both not back yet.”

“I need a few more minutes.” 

The bit of silence stretches but it was the dancing vein at Regina’s forehead giving the blonde pause. “Very well. If you aren’t back in five I’ll come check on you.” 

Regina’s hand finds Emma’s and she squeezes it in quiet thanks. 

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Upon return home the way Regina leads them to her study it is clear this is an area used between mother and daughter often. Both ladies take a seat on the sofa before a fire is started. Emma sitting in the chair off to the side but still near enough to appreciate the warmth it gives. 

Turning toward her daughter, it is Regina who speaks. “Would you like to lead this discussion?” 

Her head hangs. "What I did was dangerous, and irresponsible, and I let my wants lead me down the road to trouble."

"Honey," Regina reaches to hold her daughter's hands. "I understand that you wanted, maybe even felt like you could not wait one more second to meet Emma. I've always told you that you can come to me when things become overwhelming. I would have made proper arrangements and taken you. After asking her permission."

Imani looks down and away. Not making eye contact with either woman. "What if she didn't want to meet me?"

"Oh my heart, you've read the letter with me so many times. You know that will never be true."

Emotions threaten to overwhelm the girl despite the tenderness of their shared words. "She could have changed her mind."

"As is her right. Or yours, for that matter. Where did you get the money for your ticket?"

"Allowance. Doing chores for you and Granny when she needs it."

"I won't fault you for working hard toward your goals." Imani gives her a quick smile. “I know that you're a daredevil but when you didn't come home from your sleepover every headline about missing children went through my mind. Every fear I've ever had realized when your phone went to voicemail. Your last location is just outside of Storybrooke. I had no way to find you..."

“I’m home now.”

“You ran away, and despite that, you were returned safely. I did not know that would be the case. I did everything in my power and it was not enough to bring you home.” 

Without a moment to spare Imani plowed into her with a hug. Pushing her mother back onto the plush couch as she cradled the lanky girl. "I'm sorry Mama. Meg said she would keep me safe."

Regina completely relinquished herself to this moment. A new fear presenting itself. A voice edged with trembling. "I've got you baby... Who is Meg?"

“I met her on the bus just before the station. She helped me get a cab and rode with me to Emma’s building where her daughter lives.” It takes several seconds for the widened amber eyes to regain some semblance of control. “Uh oh.” 

“You-you met a woman on the bus, and got into a car with her in a strange city.” 

“She knew where I was going before I said anything. She couldn’t have been lying.” 

Imani is cradled in Regina’s arms again and a fresh wave of anxiety creeps from the brunette. A verbal chant created from fear. “Okay. You’re okay. You made it back home safely.” 

A phone number is produced from Imani’s pocket. “Here is her number.” 

Amber eyes close and Regina gratefully accepts the number. Holding her daughter against her securely. “I shall reach out to her.”

It all leaves Emma very much on the outside looking in. The way Regina cradles Imani’s head, pressing kisses to her forehead and cheek. Imani wrapped around her in such tenderness. Needing her mother’s love. Seeking a much-needed comfort. Receiving it unabashedly. 

The weight of Imani’s actions finally hits home. 

Their eyes connect over their daughter. With Regina mouthing yet another thank you. All Emma does is tip her head and continue to observe the tenderness. “You still owe Emma an apology.” 

There are the brief seconds where their daughter dries her tears before plopping onto the couch closest to Emma. "I'm sorry that I burst into your home, uninvited and drug you to Maine. I- really wanted to meet you.”

Even the slight pause from Emma was not enough to break the girl's spirit. “It may not seem like it but I’ve wanted to meet you too.”

Regina casts a bittersweet glance over the two. "You did give your full name in the letter. So that she could find you whenever she was ready."

“Well, it wasn’t the letter that led me to New York. It was the website Emma put her information on. Even Storybrooke has the internet.” Imani’s pleased look mimics her brunette mother. 

“The woman you see there is not me. Not really.” 

"She kinda seemed real," Imani said with a crooked little grin.

“Emma Swan, CEO is a public image. A little like Bruce Wayne or Clark Kent.” 

Imani scoffs. “More like Bruce Wayne.”

“Do you know what was so important about yesterday?” Beside her, Imani shakes her head. Emma takes a breath. "It was my birthday and I wished that I didn't have to be alone."

"You weren't alone. You had me!"

A glance spared at Regina finds the woman tucking her lips between her teeth in amusement. “I did have you. I'm probably not what you thought."

Imani smiles brightly, embracing Emma for all she's worth. "You're better."

She's slower to respond but notes the pleased expression Regina now wears at the sight of them embracing. Truthfully, it is one of their first times. Emma does her best to mimic a bit of the affection she witnessed earlier. It felt stiff but the beaming smile from the girl showed she didn’t mind. “If I’d have known I would have made you something.” 

“You had far more important things to concentrate on.” Emma shrugs behind their daughter. 

“Darling, why don’t you get changed and we can take Emma to our favorite spot in town?” Imani nods and is off before another word can be spoken. Regina fills her vacant seat nearest the blonde. “We can only move forward.” 

Her hand reaches out. Offering a buoy to the woman who unknowingly twelve years ago sent one to Storybrooke.

“Forward. What a scary place to be.” Emma assesses rawly. 

Regina’s smile stops Emma midway. “This time though, we have something we’ve never had before. The three of us together.” 

For a brief moment a feeling unfamiliar strikes Emma’s chest as she watches Regina exit the room. Tapping lightly against the arm of her chair. So in control in every facet of her life but the moment they were alone the walls came down. She wants to accept the three of them together. 

There is that feeling again. Foreign but a word she’s heard thousands of times. 

It feels strikingly like hope. 

That little moment prompts Emma to follow the sound of their footsteps to the two most important ladies in her life. “I’ll drive.” 

“Though impressive, yours only seats two.” 

“You’ve had enough excitement,” The passenger door to the Mercedes opens. Imani scrambles into the backseat and it remains held until Regina takes the passenger. Rounding her way to the driver's side and taking the seat. “Now, where to?” 

OOOOOOOOOOOOOO

It is at the docks that Emma finally loosens up a little. Watching the waves crash into the pier. Their daughter removed her shoes to feel the sand between her toes. Glancing up at them every so often. More mesmerized by the ducks than whatever brewed between her mothers.

Everything is going well and then Emma steps up beside Regina at the railing. “I don’t know what kind of spell you’ve cast. I don’t normally trust people.”

“I will have you know I’ve done nothing of the sort.” They both watch as Imani practices cartwheels. 

There is a moment where Regina feels the intensity of Emma’s gaze on her, turning the brunette into mush. Making her hold her breath as if to extend the moment further. One of Emma’s hands finds Regina’s on the railing. “You’re everything I dreamed of when I penned that letter.”

A shiver of pride ripples through the brunette. “I never could quite reconcile the girl you were with the woman we tried to follow in the news.” 

“As I’ve said, they are not the same person.”

“How could they be?” Muses Regina. “You’ve never truly been allowed to be who you are.” 

“Have you?” 

“Mom, Emma look!” Imani barely pays them any mind as a passing pirate ship floats along the water nearby. “Captain Jones!”

At the helm is an eccentric man who waves enthusiastically. “Does he…?”

“A tragic accident took one of his hands. He’s played it up ever since. During the fishing season, his boat still boasts all the Halloween-like garb but he makes an honest living with a small crew.” 

“He is Captain Hook, I take it?” Regina snorts a bit. 

“Indeed. I rented the entire thing for the last weekend of October. It was impossible to tell who loved it more, the good captain, the parents, or Storybrooke’s future.” 

“Something they will never forget.” The intensity of Emma returns in such close quarters. 

Regina turns, the wind sending her hair in every direction. “Like this weekend.” 

There is a second where Emma imagines kissing Regina and the urge is overwhelmingly driven by the gratitude in her heart. Instead of echoing Regina, “Like this weekend.”

The space grows between them with Emma descending the steps to be closer to Imani, the ducks, and the pirate ship passing through. Designer shoes were removed at the bottom of the stairs, taking the place beside her in the sands. 

Time passes quickly at the docks. Eventually, they return topside to a well-worn, sturdy bench. “Mom used to bring me here all the time.” 

Taking a deep breath of Maine air, Emma gives a gentle squeeze to the girl's shoulders. “Maybe it’s time we got back to that.” 

Youthful eyes shine brightly their way. “I’m still grounded.”

Emma kneels a bit, meeting eyes becoming more familiar. “Rightfully so. I need you to promise not to run away again.” 

She swallows, lips pursing in a much too mature expression for her young face. “I wasn’t running away.” 

“Alright. Then promise me you won’t come to New York without your mother or I’s express permission? She wants you to arrive safely and neither of us can ensure that if we don’t know that you’re heading in my direction.” 

There is a small nod. “Okay.” 

Tipping up her chin, Emma forces a smile. “I meant everything I said in that letter, Imani. I’m sorry if I am not able to show you that.” 

“When I’m older will you tell me what it is you were protecting me from?” 

“One day.” Emma’s eyes seek the softness in Regina’s. There is a touch of many things when their eyes meet. Relief at their united front, for one. “For now will you trust us when we say we know best?”

“One condition,” her hand goes to her hip and Emma finds herself straightening to her full height. “Will you come to my birthday party? I know it’s a long time from now but I’m not asking for anything. Just you.” 

It pings against the armor the years have built. All she can do is nod. “Thirteen is a big deal.” 

“It sure is taking its sweet time.” 

“Don’t rush it.” Emma faces the waves and her companions do the same. The pirate boat stands out as a shadow against the waters. 

“That isn’t a yes or no.” 

“We do not speak to adults that way.” Regina chides quietly having made her way down beside them. “Emma may already have things in place that she cannot rearrange.” 

“You’re the mayor and you always make time for us.”

“Hey,” Emma’s drawn her attention once more. “If you can keep your end of the deal, no more surprise trips without your mother or I’s permission. I promise to be here. Do we have a deal?”

Skipping the extended hand, Imani wraps Emma’s frame in a hug. 

“It looks like we have a deal, Miss Swan.” Regina’s smile is quickly becoming one of Emma’s favorite sights in Storybrooke.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Seeing Regina in her natural element garnered every bit of Emma’s attention. Add to that the way Imani lit up at the sight of her mother leading. Something she no doubt grew up seeing. Now and then she would cease her school work to take in the rather mundane material being covered. 

A smile too large for what was taking place appears. Emma leans nearer so as not to disrupt. “What’s the secret?” 

Bright eyes and a brighter smile met her. “Mom and I have a secret signal. After Daniel left I was afraid she’d want to leave too. So she gives me a signal. She'll do it whenever things get scary or she wants me to know she knows I’m there. It reminds me that she’s never going to willingly leave me.” 

Emma leans forward, pretending to look over her homework. Casting another glance the Mayor’s way. “What is the signal?” 

While committee members break into smaller groups to discuss the project for Storybrooke’s youth, Imani signals back to Regina. A signal that garners a blinding smile and a wink over the heads of several members. 

Then, from the hip comes her response. 

“It means I love you in sign language.” 

The telltale thumping in Emma’s chest signals silently that it too can recognize love. 

Chapter Text

The evening sees them enjoying homemade pizza Regina prepared the crust for earlier. She and Imani decorated it with a variety of toppings, about to add more when Regina remembered their guest. “We should have asked…” 

“No.” Emma grabs a handful of cheese and sprinkles it across the top. “I’m your guest.” 

“Do you still play tennis?” Imani asks, snagging a pepperoni from the plate. 

“Not as often.” 

“Can we play before you go?” 

There are times Emma sees a bit of herself reflected and now under the powers of Imani’s expectations emotions slam against her firm control. Her eyes gravitate towards Regina who seems to be waiting as curiously as their daughter. 

“If it’s okay with your mom.” 

Matching hazel eyes catch amber in their line of sight. “Of course, it’s okay.” 

That childlike joy beams back at them both. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” 

Before Emma can brace, Imani plows into the blonde in a move that shows she has not been around children in some time. There is a bit of a learning curve when it comes to their daughter but she slowly encapsulates her in a return hug. 

“I take it you didn’t get many hugs?” 

“Not many.” Emma’s a little flushed as Imani looks up to her. What kind of mother did not know how to hug her child?

“We’ll get you full-on hugs before you go.”  Regina arches in her daughter's direction. “If that’s okay with you.” 

Regina pours herself and Emma a glass of red wine. Her hand briefly rests against the back of the blonde's shoulder. “You’re doing great.” 

“Give me a boardroom of men and it’s no trouble. Have my twelve-year-old show up on my thirtieth birthday and it’s all nerves.” 

“As long as you understand that you did the very best thing you could given the circumstances.” Regina’s hands cup her face. “I would not wish that pain on anyone.”

There is a suspicious amount of moisture in jade eyes that when she closes them a single tear falls. Emma does not open them when she speaks.“The greatest gift I could have given her is to have a mother who loves her as fiercely as you.” 

All too happily the pizza is slid into the oven. Emma hears that despite keeping her eyes tightly closed. Her flexed jaw meets the light stroking of Regina’s fingers. “Imani, can you go pick out a movie for after dinner?” 

“Are you…” 

“Now please sweetheart.” She takes Emma’s arms and pulls them around her. Staring at closed eyelids and the grimace in elegant features. Grounding the woman back to earth. “Stay with me, Emma.” 

“Sorry, I’m…sorry.” Her jaw flexes again. The feel of Regina’s body is so warm that Emma loses herself in their embrace. An undercurrent as their bodies form perfectly to one another. Allowing her hands to keep Regina near.  She swallows at the sound of returning footsteps. “Thank you.” 

“Was it me?” Imani asks, having returned quietly. 

“Of course not,” Emma says garnering a Mills brow raise. She does something that comes rarely. Explaining herself. “It’s one thing to imagine what you’ve been like and another to be reminded that the beautiful little girl I imagined does not exist.” 

“Kinda like me with you.” 

“Yes. I imagine exactly that.” 

“It’s because you didn’t want to give me away.” She states matter of factly and all her blonde mother can do is nod. 

“Yeah.” 

“The thing is, I love my mom. And I love you. She told me that was okay and it did not mean I love her any less.” 

Emma’s arms cross and she grins. “Your mother is among the finest of women.” 

“I thought you might think that. If Harry Potter were real what house would you be in?” 

“Slytherin.” Red wine finds its way between her lips after Regina pours them both a glass. “Yourself?” 

“Hufflepuff. Mom is a Ravenclaw.” 

“Hm.” 

The remaining time for the pizza passes easily once Regina allows Imani to prepare popcorn on the stove. At once her hazel eyes come more alive and she exhibits control over her task. They leave her to it and find refuge on the waiting couch. 

Rejoining them with two bowls of popcorn

The lights are turned down and gradually Regina joins Emma on the reclining couch. Regina’s touch is so light as she leans over Emma to show her where the buttons are to adjust her portion of the couch. Every warning bell Emma possesses begins to go off as the brunette’s soft skin whispers over Emma’s own.  Now though, Emma is not touching the woman next to her. They are near enough to feel the coolness Regina radiates against her warm arm. The bowl of freshly popped popcorn rests in between them.

“You’re so warm.” Regina murmurs so as not to distract from the movie. This prompts Emma to begin unfurling the blanket placed along the back of the couch over them. Drawing nearer to the blonde, Regina all but melts at the slightest brush of Emma’s fingers through the ends of her hair. 

“Sorry.” Emma coughs out, pulling away with no idea what was getting into her. Why her iron control was malleable when it pertained to Regina? It was the last thing she needed and yet all she seemed to require. 

“Don’t apologize. This is nice.” 

Luckily, Imani is so focused on the movie she pays them no mind. 

Now and again Emma feels the eyes of Regina on her and glances over to find them watching. A small smile played at her lips. It is then Emma realizes that for all of her people's reading skills, Regina’s thoughts are lost to her. 

More than that, Emma desires to know Regina’s thoughts. 

As surely as she knows her perfume and its leathery, smokey, and musky notes. Regina already knows Emma, or the Emma that is portrayed in the papers and online. She wouldn’t classify herself as a billionaire bad girl but Emma has to wonder if Regina would and what that means for her future contact with Imani. 

Your life will never be the same as it was hours ago. 

That was the last thing Emma wished for. Being a woman who could snap her fingers and others do the bidding meant so few needs were ever unmet. This one, right here with Imani she never imagined. Dared to dream on the anniversary of giving her away, yes. Money could do much but the what-ifs and wondering left Emma paralyzed. A rare feat indeed. 

Her shoulder grows heavier and it is then that lost in the labyrinth of her thoughts that Regina had taken to sleep. Her body leaned into the coolness of Emma rather comfortably. This is exactly the type of thing Emma should avoid but clearly, her mind and body are at war with one another. There is a dull ache in her chest to discover all there is to know about one Regina Mills.

Nearing the end of the movie Emma realized that lines weren’t being repeated by her daughter. Rather, Imani had fallen asleep. Harry Potter robe on and one hand in the popcorn on the other couch. Her wand lies off to the side getting a rest from all the swishing and flicking. 

It was in the silence Emma realized that to truly have it all, involves a good deal of surrender. Surrendering to the quiet. Allowing what is to develop in the space between words. The space that terrifies Emma everywhere else in the world save for Storybrooke, Maine. 

Regina snores softly beside her and Emma’s fingertips graze against the dark strands framing her face. Taking in her cute nose as her eyes draw a line down it before falling to Regina’s mouth. The small scar she bears gives birth to ideas that should not be swirling around in Emma’s mind. Emma really shouldn’t be doing this. 

Thinking of Regina like this. 

And yet, Emma allows her mind to wander over the what-ifs. In this home, she would have everything. The daughter she birthed, the love and partnerships of a beautifully intriguing woman, and the beauty that can exist in small towns. 

Dark lashes flutter and Regina blinks back into consciousness. “Oh, no. I fell asleep, didn’t I?” 

Smiling Emma drops her hand hoping not to have disturbed Regina. “Not for long. Imani was the first to succumb to the sleep monster.” 

Regina laughs quietly. “We do enjoy a good nap around here.” 

“No one blames you after the scare you had.” 

“Hm.” Regina gives a leisurely stretch. Breathing out contentedly. “I didn’t slobber on you. Did I?” 

“Oh yes, a great deal.” Emma teases to the wrinkle of Regina’s nose. 

Sense and sensibility be damned when it comes to resisting this. 

Even in the low light of rolling credits a blush delightfully darkens Regina’s face. “Send me the dry cleaning bill.” 

“I wouldn’t dare,” Emma says with a crooked grin and a shake of her head. 

“Why not?” 

Emma blinks a few times the words slow in coming. “There are things which you have done that I can never repay you.” 

In a swift movement, Regina has Emma’s hands in her own. “Likewise.” 

There it is again. The tracing from the pad of Regina’s thumb against her hand. “You must think I’m weak with…” 

“Shhh,” Regina releases one of Emma’s hands to wipe a tear that escaped her iron will. “Emma, I could never think of your actions as weak. These past few days have been enlightening. We’ve always shared a little girl.” 

“She’s not so little.” 

“No.” Regina breathes out taking hold of Emma’s hand again. “She loves me but right now her heart needs you.”

Another set of tears falls. “But- I’m not…” 

“I’m her mother and so are you.” Regina traces Emma’s cheek and she smiles. “You can have more than one.” 

More tears threaten to escape as Regina pulls Emma to her. Whispering soothing words when she pulls Emma’s arms around her. Punching a hole in the armor Emma’s worn since she was eighteen years old holding that baby girl for the first time.  

The tears leave as quickly as they come in Regina’s calmness but Emma holds her closely. “You are everything I prayed for.” 

“You don’t strike me as religious.” 

“Everyone prays in the end.” 

“Hm.” Regina flashes her a smile as they part and wipes Emma’s tears. “You even manage to cry pretty.” 

“Gee, thanks.” 

“You make a comfortable pillow.” Regina is teasing her and Emma is ever grateful for the reprieve. It is not common for her to slip into her softer side.

Life did not allow that. Everything she did, said, or was controlled by billions of dollars. Hundreds of thousands of jobs. Families she would never meet were impacted by any wayward actions. 

Yet, here with Regina and Imani, there was little else to do but be softer. 

“What do you say to another movie then? You can come closer this time.” 

Something is flashing in Regina’s open expression that is not crystal clear. Seconds pass before she occupies the spot at Emma’s side and pulls up the menu for the streaming service.

Their gazes never drop from one another and momentarily Emma believes she pressed too far. And then, hope is restored in the way Regina rests against her side. Clearing her throat in an attempt at covering. Emma shoots her a reassuring smile. 

About midway Regina succumbs to Emma. Exhaustion takes her into the land of slumber. 

Unlike any other time with another woman, Emma does not wish to pull herself free. Rather, basking in every note of Regina’s perfume. How her breathing is incredibly steady, and soothing when carried out against her chest now. Emma’s fingertips found warmth in the flesh of Regina’s lower back. Soft and supple. 

Damn.

Emma closes her eyes as she rests against the arm of the couch.  This was arguably her most foolhardy idea and yet, she rushes to carry it out. She takes a few more breaths before committing. Regina, she reasoned, was equally making this choice. 

With a shiver of her own, Emma understands much of her attraction to the brunette. Regina held Intelligence, success, resilience, and an overabundance of love waiting to be given. That and she does not need Emma. 

The life built in Storybrooke is proof of that. 

Emma briefly wonders if Regina knew how simply she unlocked the pieces of her armor. One by one and with them igniting dangerous desires. 

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Upon waking the following morning, Emma heads into town to order a small feast for her ladies. En route, beginning to tackle a few pesky business-related matters. A waitress from Granny’s is all too happy to load up the food in Emma’s car. Eyeing the Audi with wonder.

Since words are unavailable as the incompetence back home is punctuated by one folly after another requiring her direct input, Emma hands over cold hard cash as well as a nod for assistance.  

She arrives back at Regina’s around 7:30 a.m. and finds paper to make a time-stamped note that details that she is taking care of a few business matters and that they may begin eating as soon as they like. 

Shortly thereafter comes Regina’s text message, Thank you for breakfast. If you’ve concluded your business we will gladly wait for you to begin eating. 

Emma: Five more minutes. 

Regina: We will see you shortly. 

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When she exits Regina’s study, Emma finds that Imani is just beginning to get a bit antsy and is in the process of making her breakfast selections. She beams the instant Emma comes into view. 

“Good morning, Emma.” A piece of crispy bacon dangles from Imani’s lips. 

Emma carries with her the black coffee Granny poured herself. “I see you’ve recovered from your early night slumber.” 

Mother and daughter beam. Regina picks up her phone tapping quickly before placing it screen down on the table. “You purchased a small feast.” 

Suddenly, Emma becomes aware of her tendency to go overboard and blushes furiously. “When I was growing up before the Swan’s adopted me, food was a luxury.” 

Regina comes to her side, full of warmth, and wraps an arm around Emma’s waist. “We will eat our fill and the rest can go to Storybrooke’s Pantry. I’m sure they will be more than willing to accept this bounty.” 

“There is nothing to be ashamed of. Mama and I volunteer monthly.” Imani states proudly. 

“May I speak to you?” Requests Emma and she picks up Regina’s plate, in addition to her own, leading them back to her study. 

Whatever the reason Regina appears to be awaiting some type of lecture. Her body is rigid, poised for a bit of a fight. Something that impacts Emma far beyond what it should. “Albert Spencer. He’s been a royal pain in your ass for some time, yes?” 

Regina’s shoulders relax. “Yes. There is nothing he can do to me as I have not committed any unlawful acts.”

“I’ve looked into him since that morning at Granny’s. He is currently waging a character assassination. Little whispers here and there about your dealings with the Sheriff. The type of things that derail public careers all the time.” 

“Have you found anything?” Regina asks, and the smile Emma shoots her fills her with a soft flame of hope. 

“Not in the way you might think. Albert is incredibly good at covering his tracks. My people are working on that part. However, I've already come up with an offer Spencer won't resist."

"May I know?"

"Nothing that puts the mayor at risk. Especially as after his dealings with you he all but threw himself at me to make a deal."

"Everything comes at a price." Regina wisely states and doesn’t back away when Emma comes nearer to where she sits atop the arm of an office chair. 

"It will not be yours to pay."

"Please do not put yourself at risk for us." 

Emma's eyes darken considerably. "I am protecting you."

“Who protects you?” 

The smirk that drives Regina to near insanity appears and Emma desires nothing more than to capture her lips. She refrains indigently. “It’s adorable to think you’re in a position to do so.”

“As you stated earlier, these things often create folly for those in the public spotlight. You’re far more in the spotlight than a Mayor from Storybrooke.”

A winning smirk forms at the corner of Emma’s mouth. She mirrors Regina, sitting on the arm of the chair next to her. “I have a dress coming for you. If you’ll wear it to your City Council Meeting.” 

“Emma, you don’t need to do that.” 

“It’s already on its way here.” Without thought, she gently takes Regina’s hand by the fingertips. Brushing her thumb across smooth knuckles. “Let me take care of you. If you feel so strongly about it you may thank me however you wish.” 

“How is it that you wish?”

The flame of hope ignites in Emma’s chest. “Have dinner with me?”

“That I can easily deliver.” Regina’s head tilts. 

“I look forward to it.” 

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Within two days the amethyst, boatneck dress arrived. 

Seeing it on Reigna, highlighting her collarbone wonderfully. It lays stunningly against her skin. Moving through her selection of earrings Regina selects golden hoops and a turquoise ring.  

She cannot resist studying every inch of Regina as she slides into her black stilettos. 

“It looks better than I imagined,” Emma says at last. 

“Thank you. You imagined this?” 

“I knew it would be perfect,” Emma confesses quietly. 

Regina’s eyes shine and she does not refrain from laughing as she affixes her second golden hoop earring. “If I didn’t know better I’d say you’re being a flirt.” 

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you seem open to it.” 

Gazing at Emma through the mirror's reflection, Regina smiles softly. “It’s been a while since I’ve felt desirable.”

“Even with your Sherriff?”

Flushing pink, and an averting gaze. “Merely an arrangement. Intimacy and vulnerability are not a part of the package.” 

“May I…” Emma motions toward the gold chain, Regina places it into Emma’s hands. Brushing dark hair aside, Emma trails her fingertips along the back of Regina’s neck. Bringing the two ends of the chain together to attach them. Admiring her handiwork as the look is complete. “Thank you.” 

Regina adjusts her hair in the mirror. “I am, open to it.” 

“You look stunning.” She stands appreciatively behind Regina in the vanity mirror. “I cannot wait to hear how you knock them all dead.” 

“You make it sound so effortless.” 

“I won’t have him making things difficult for you when Spencer so nearly bent the knee behind Granny’s.” 

“That would be the woman behind me that won’t allow me to prepare myself for my meeting.” Emma spins her. “Not that I’m complaining.” 

“May I deliver you?” 

Selecting her purse Regina’s brow arches. “You ask, yet I do not believe you care about the answer.” 

“Of course, I care. Tell me no.” 

As their eyes meet, Regina hums. “I’ll allow it.” 

“Why?” Emma presses. 

“I haven’t been able to ‘just be the woman’ in some time.” She says while reaching for and applying her lipstick. 

Watching Regina apply her lipstick turned out to be the first mistake. Emma’s second mistake quickly followed when she appreciatively took Regina in as she rose. A familiar flicker of desire licks at Emma’s insides. 

Threatening to consume her.

Chapter Text

Albert Spencer.

His tale is one of caution of the dangers of unchecked ambition and the destructive power of an all-consuming quest for power. From the files, Emma’s information network was able to obtain he was a wealthy and influential businessman who viewed Regina’s power as the town mayor as one that should be his by birthright.

Or so it would seem.

Their daughter was not lying when she mentioned his numerous attempts to unseat Regina resulting in Albert consistently being on the losing side of the mayoral race. The last few attempts alone his campaigns were marked by aggressive tactics and relentless smear strategies. The townspeople were weary of his underhanded methods and dubious intentions. Each defeat only fueled his obsession further, deepening his resentment towards Regina.

The mayoral office became a dark shadow over his ambitions. He doubled down on his efforts, delving deeper into the town’s secrets, seeking any leverage he could use against Regina. His frustration grew as he watched her maintain her grip on the town. Her position was seemingly unassailable.

Emma couldn’t lie she was smiling when the words of his relentless pursuit of power alienated many in Storybrooke, isolating him from the community….blind to the changing dynamics of the town crossed over the screen of her laptop.

Knowing Regina as she did Emma was vaguely aware that she would not be asking for help. Who could blame her? Regina handled this man for years but it was clear he would not be stopped. Not by losing the mayoral races, nor the isolation his tactics self-imposed. He was a big fish in a little pond here in Storybrooke.

He knew how to play the game and if given enough chances…who knows what might happen.

Thinking back to the conversation behind Granny’s every protective instinct Emma has flares up. Dutifully, she pours over the documentation studying Albert Spencer with a microscope precision. He was a brilliant businessman having made a name for himself in his twenties.

Albert began by purchasing struggling businesses at a low cost, revitalizing them through strategic investments and shrewd management. It was easy to pinpoint that he saw opportunities where others saw obstacles and gave him access to a small fortune.

On Emma’s laptop, she tracked Albert expanding his influence through real estate throughout Storybrooke. He leveraged his growing wealth to secure key positions in community organizations and local governance, save the one position eluding him. He used a cocktail of charm, intimidation, and calculated generosity to become a pillar of the community. Or at least, that’s the image he cultivated.

This is where things became interesting to Emma.

Any would-be competitors that stood in Spencer's way often found themselves outmaneuvered, bankrupt, or quietly pushed out of town. He wasn’t above using blackmail, under-the-table deals, and other unethical practices to get what he wanted. His connections in higher circles of business and politics provided him with a safety net that protected him from legal repercussions.

In Storybrooke Albert Spencer was a wealthy and influential figure, controlling a significant portion of the town’s economy and political landscape. His public persona is that of a benevolent businessman and community leader, but those who dare to cross him know the darker side of his ambition.

Picking up her cell phone Emma waits patiently as it rings. “Mr. Mathews, Emma Swan.”

“Yes, Miss Swan. How can I assist you?”

She smiles, “I’m interested in buying up shares in a quaint little town called Storybrooke, Maine. Ever heard of it?”

“Can’t say that I have. Maine is beautiful though isn’t she?”

“That she is.” Emma looks at one of the many photos on Regina’s desk. In it, she and Imani are boasting great big grins and Regina has her arms wrapped around their daughter. “I have some specific shares in mind I can send you the details.”

“Of course, Miss Swan. Any specific instructions aside from these shares?”

“Purchase anything belonging to Ascendence Corporation or Albert Spencer.”

“Very well.”

Your move, Al.

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There is the strangest feeling of loss that settles itself in the pit of Regina’s stomach where Emma is concerned. Something she has no right to feel. Something that was missing since Daniel up and left shortly before Imani’s fifth birthday. The correlation that this was Emma’s final evening in Storybrooke made it no easier.

"Your life is never going to be what it was before your birthday."

Emma's steady speech gives away nothing. "I do not wish for it to be so."

"I suppose it's back to New York City."

"Yes. For now. Have I bored you?"

"Hardly. You still owe me dinner." Regina's body rests a bit possessively against Emma's on the porch swing. Pretending that the inevitable is delayed somehow. So many things about this week turned her world upside down and right up all at the same time.

Fingertips graze the backside of Regina’s arm. "Consider it a date."

"Say that to all the women, do you?" Regina's head rises and she's peering down at Emma for one of the few times thus far.

"My interest in you is one-on-one in nature.”

“Mmm.” Regina leans into her more heavily. “Tell me one wish you had on your birthday.”

“Not to be as alone as I feel.”

Regina smiles. “You haven’t been alone since. Consider your wish granted. ”

Using her legs Emma gives them another firm push keeping their rhythm going. “I’m not ready to go.”

“Oh Em-” Regina is just about to embrace the woman when she spies their not-so little girl’s hair bobbing just over the bushes.

Long arms wrap around her in a tackle-hug as their daughter returns from her apology tour. “You stayed long enough for me to get back.”

“I promised.” Emma’s hand closes over Imani’s arm around her shoulder, squeezing gently.

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Her penthouse was precisely the way Emma left it the week prior. A bit cleaner as the only hint that her daughter ever arrived was the washed and air-drying glass that remained on the drying rack. It was the only thing she was getting.

Not for the first time the overwhelming feeling of loneliness struck deep into her core.

Having spent the past days observing what a loving family the two of them made up. Old, unfavorable feelings re-emerged. Swallowing over the happiness and joy. First, she needed to go lift the weights. Drown out these most unwelcome emotions. Kill the weakness that always lies festering beneath her breast.

The watch vibrated against her wrist.

Hope you have arrived safely. We are thinking of you. ~ Regina

This fluttering of hope felt nice as demons lay in wait to drag Emma to the very bowels of Hell. To drown them in a river all on their own, she changes and does what she sets out to do.

Not before responding, The heir has returned. Thank you for checking.

Remember our conversation. Do not be a stranger to us.

She couldn’t help it. Emma already wanted to return to Storybrooke. To be with the daughter she only wondered about every single day since her birth. To be with Regina who already displayed such open love and warmth. 

Yet, only warmth floods her chest when she thinks of her short stay in Storybrooke. Those days were a taste of having it all. It was glaringly obvious that New York City was many things but home it was not.

Not for the first time in Emma’s life was home a place that was entirely too far away.

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Don’t be a stranger to us. Regina’s text floated through Emma’s mind as she pursued her workout with zest. Clawing her mind for ways to not let the conversation die there. To find a reason or excuse to message them back.

About anything. About nothing at all.

Fear was something Emma rarely battled yet now it presented itself in the form of rejection. She wanted nothing more than to be in constant contact. To protect Regina and Imani and those desires were devouring her from the inside out. After the workout which left her soaked with sweat was completed.

Even in the shower, where she sought cleansing and clarity.

The Lost Girl was rising.

It was a fight she would lose as Emma removed herself from the shower and an alert temporarily quieted her music.

Regina: Our daughter would like to wish you goodnight. Would you happen to be free?

Immediately the sour mood upon returning home lifts ever so slightly. Quickly redressing. Absolutely.

Moments later her phone rings and the name Regina Mills is displayed. She allows it to ring a few notes before accepting the call. Not because she didn’t want to answer. No, it was not that at all.

It was because she had Regina flashing over her screen and she wanted to savor it.

“Hi, Emma!”

“Hey.”

Imani flipped on their camera but made no push for the blonde to follow suit. “We’re just getting ready for bed.”

“I see that.” She is tucked into Regina who just so happens to be wearing a thin, black pajama top. “How was the rest of your evening?”

The girl shrugs a bit. Emma certainly knows where she inherited that move. Her head hangs ever so much. Betraying her before words follow. “A little sad. I know you weren’t here long but I liked having you around.”

“Storybrooke is a nice town. Your mother’s done well for it.”

Your mother’s done well for it…every twelve-year-old adoptive kids dream to hear. Emma rolls her eyes at herself internally.

Luckily for her, Imani seems to be having her own external battle. “It’s just- when you were here I couldn’t find my words. Mama will tell you that is never a problem.”

Heaviness takes its place in Emma’s chest. Bringing with it a certain amount of weight but the fondness from her recent adventures will not be stolen. “I enjoyed being there. It was different from what I’m used to.”

“What do you mean?”

Shifting on the California King-sized bed Emma stacks her pillows as she requires and turns on her camera at last. “You both only wanted me.”

“We still do. I hope your stay was acceptable.” Regina butts in as Imani struggles to form words.

Same, kid. The ache Emma sees in her daughter’s eyes tears at her heart. She never wanted to see that look on Imani’s face again. Not if she could help it.

“Thanks to your hospitality, Madame Mayor.” Her eyes soften when they land on the bright ones of her daughters. Staring back at her in a mirror-like fashion. “Though I do not condone your methods, I am grateful that you came to New York.”

This prompts a beaming smile. Sleepy eyes blink slowly in spite of Imani’s attempts to hide her yawn. “Say your goodnights, dear.”

“Night, Em.” Then she turns to place a quick kiss on Regina’s cheek.

Emma is transported to their daughter’s room via the phone. Regina places a kiss to Imani’s temple making quick work of tucking her in. “I know you’ll be too old for this soon. Thank you for humoring me.”

“Thanks for letting me bring Emma home.”

With Regina’s exit to her own room, she suddenly remembers that the blonde is not a mirage. Also realized at that time that the phone had dangled near the edge of her night dress and Emma was currently getting quite the view.

“Good thing we made a deal with her earlier in the week or she may well have snuck back with me.” Emma’s commentary creates a momentary shudder in the brunette.

“I’d prefer not to think of her lying, and manipulating others to make her way to you again.”

She and Emma share mutually understood expressions. “You were really going to come with her when she turned eighteen?”

“I made that deal after reading your letter to her. You both deserved so much. If only she mentioned it to me sooner I would have made the appropriate arrangements.”

“Before eighteen you mean?”

Twinkling amber eyes shine brightly Emma’s way. “There are few things I would not do for my pride and joy. If I’d reached out to you would you have accepted?”

“Yes.”

“Maternity test first, I imagine.”

“Unnecessary. So few people even knew I was pregnant that no one else would know to claim such a title as my daughter.”

“You’d do anything for her. I know this because of how far you’re considering going to protect me. Someone you know only by proxy.”

There is the softness again in Emma’s chest. “I have a contingency plan in place should Spencer not mind his.”

“You seem so certain it will be a success.”

“My team moves mountains at my behest. Spencer is a big fish in a little pond in your town. I will systematically dismantle him and send you the ashes to do with what you will.”

“Deliver them to me yourself, Miss Swan. It seems only right that I be able to thank you appropriately.”

Emma’s eyes roam the screen greedily drinking in the woman before her. “Oh, I believe I owe you far more than this deal.”

“How could you possibly owe me anything?” She watches the way Emma’s lips tighten, pressing themselves into a thin line. “I think I understand how to settle this. Emma Swan, you made me a mother after years of infertility struggles. We can continue going round and round. In fact, I think you’d enjoy that. In my eyes, we are even.”

“I never had a say in the matter.” She states impossibly quiet. The hardness in her features did not match the maelstrom behind Emma’s eyes.

“I know.” It softens Regina further so her next words are flooded with love. “We only have now and now we have each other. No one is keeping our daughter from knowing you or loving you. They couldn’t even if they tried.”

“She’s a great kid.”

This illuminates a beautiful, full smile. One that makes Emma’s insides fill with warmth as it grows. “I see so much of you in one another. She certainly has your rebellious spirit.”

“Guilty as charged.” Her eyes dance over Regina still. Every urge in her presence presented itself anew. Those big, beautiful brown eyes. Kissable skin that Emma wanted nothing more than to be kissing at this moment. God this was the last thing Emma should think about Regina.

“I’d say a penny for your thoughts but I know they would never cost so little.”

“I might be persuaded.” Emma’s head tilts and she takes her time with the tantalizing breath expelling from her lungs just about now. Spying the illuminated clock. “If you fall asleep now that should give you about eight hours of rest.”

Sinking beneath the comforter Regina rests her phone on the nightstand so she can still video chat. “Whoever gets eight hours of rest?”

“You can reach me anytime.”

A brief yawn starts and though sleep is the furthest thing from Regina’s mind she relents. “Talk to you tomorrow?”

Damn, that smirk. “If you wish.”

“We share a child we’re going to be tethered together for the rest of our lives.”

“So it shall be. Sweet dreams, Regina.”

“Likewise.”

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She does not disconnect right away, instead enjoying the view of Regina at peace. The weekend's events take their toll as evidenced in the complete surrender of the brunette to sleep. This feeling of longing was rarer indeed. Emma’s growing cravings for the brunette left her wanting. Directing her eyes to the ceiling she slowly counts down from ten.

Reflexively her palm twitches. This would not do.

Moving from the bed toward the window overlooking the city. It was more or less the entire reason that she bought this place. Mentally kicking herself for not showing Imani while she was here.

Maybe...no, Emma pushed thoughts such as that away. It would only cause her pain, in the long run, to begin thinking she can truly ever be a part of the girl's life. Her daughter’s life. Imani already had a mother. One that loved her, protected her, and guided her through all facets of life.

There was no need or place for Emma.

She disconnects, hoping the sound does not awaken Regina. As fate would have it there was no rest for the wicked when her alerts went off again.

Hey, I haven't heard from you in several days. Did the birthday presents I sent over keep you busy?

In truth, this was the last conversation Emma wanted to have. Even though she should have called Enyinna back by now. A text, or some form of communication. She’d been busy, she reasoned.

There had barely been time to think, let alone have this discussion.

Hitting the dial, Emma waits barely a ring before getting it picked up. “She graces us with her presence at last.” Every blasted emotion from the past week comes bubbling forth. Like bile, nausea, and the crashing of anxiety overload. “Em?”

“I have to tell you something.”

“You aren’t marrying one of your birthday presents, right?” He chuckles from the other end of the line. He was sure of himself as always.

“No. I met our daughter.”

The line falls silent but she hears Enyinna, shifting from his position wherever in the world he is. California, still perhaps. “Oh.”

“We need to talk.”

“About? She’s safe, right? That’s all we wanted.”

Emma is not used to biting her tongue but does so because they never felt the same way about their daughter. It wasn’t his fault either, they were just kids. She had only wanted to prove something to herself. Something that inevitably cost her everything.

“I’m not asking you to swoop in and play the doting father. Please. I need you.”

His gruff tone has softened but is still slow on the uptake. “My place or yours?”

“Neither. We can meet at Swan Song.”

“I can be there tomorrow.”

“Perfect.”

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Emma texts Regina first thing in the morning.

May your dreams have been pleasant. I am on my way to work out.

Headphones came on and within the first five miles, the real world began melting away. Awakening to the desire for a specific brunette helped push Emma through mile eight. A good run had always been her weakness. She hated every second of it. Something that made it the perfect punishment for wanting someone she should not. Wanting Regina with such ferocity that merely days apart left her filled with burgeoning longing.

And then there was the matter of her daughter.

It felt odd to feel a piece of her heart walking around beyond her body. Someone to cherish and protect to the fullest of her abilities. Oddly, thanks to the one person who ensured that was not Emma, it now could be. Imani flourished thanks to the ready and waiting woman eager to be a mother.

Emma had not felt ready and initially the trepidation of being a mom when she had nothing to compare it to until twelve was overwhelming. After the initial panic settled thanks to Mother, a wistful hopefulness began to fill her.

She did everything to graduate early. This was made easier thanks to the mother having her assessed when she came to live with the Swans. Emma made arrangements to work in the family business and assume the role that Grant always had hoped that she would. As the rightful heir since he and his mother were unable to conceive. However, Emma suspects it has more to do with a desire to keep her mother in television interview-ready condition.

Everything is arranged to begin after she gives birth. Plus time to acclimate to being a new mother. Enyinna was not interested in being a father at eighteen and made that clear. He seemed hesitant that Emma should keep the child to begin with but relented after seeing her speaking to her belly. Like it or not, they created a life together.

Unintentional as it may be.

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As the clock in the conference room strikes 7:30 Emma’s phone chimes.

If you aren’t busy, our daughter would like to speak with you before school.

“Excuse me,” she says in the middle of her secretary's long list of desires to ‘serve her’. The woman flushes bright pink but excuses herself accordingly. Within two rings it ceases. And the velvet voice of Storybrooke’s Mayor seduces Emma’s ear.

“Good morning, Miss Swan.”

“Madame Mayor, hello.” Emma leans back in her plush leather chair, feeling completely at ease. “You said Imani wished to speak with me.”

“She’s brushing her teeth. I wanted to give you time to respond in the event you may decline.”

The breath Emma didn't know she was holding escaped. “Perks of being CEO, they’ll wait as long as I need them to.”

“You need to have control, don’t you?”

“Yes. How is she adjusting to life as usual?”

“She misses having you around. Not unhappy but I can just tell she’s got you on her mind. As have I.”

“Are you still alone?”

The sound of a small huff floats between the telephone waves. “I haven’t been with the Sheriff if you’re asking.”

“I wasn’t. I spoke with her biological father.”

"Does he want to meet her?"

“No," Emma says and even in that single syllable Regina hears so much sadness. “My birth parents passed away when I was only a few months old. So meeting them was never an option. Imani deserved for me to try on her behalf.”

"You were both fairly young."

"She’s like any other adopted child. I know you had my letter but it’s only one part of a complicated story. I thought- I should have asked if you wanted me to reach out to him.”

“Did he even look at her?”

“Regina…” Through the microphone, she can hear Regina pacing and muttering in spanish. It sends a thrill of energy through Emma’s body. “Yes, I showed him.”

More muttering drifts through the line until she hears the breath Regina takes to compose herself. “Thank you for trying.”

"I understand if you don't want me around."

"On the contrary, I want you to be back as soon as possible.”

Emma groans. “Any chance I could persuade you to New York sometime?”

Rich laughter is in the air. “There is the matter of properly thanking Meg. I reached out to her this morning. She’s invited us to brunch one day. My gal pals love New York this time of year so we were thinking of taking a group trip. Perhaps I could schedule an appointment?”

“Any day. Any time.”

“Noted. I’d like to keep it a surprise for her. Here comes our daughter now…”

“Good morning, Emma!”

“Hello. Your mother tells me you’re getting ready for school.”

Instantly a smiling, bright-eyed child fills her phone screen. Urging Emma to silently follow suit. “Did you have a favorite subject in school?”

Emma turns on her camera displaying the pristine conference glass conference room. “Math.” A wide grin grows impossibly large displaying well-kept teeth. “Is that yours?”

“I take advanced math and history for high school credit. Numbers are my favorite though.”

Out of view of the camera, Emma makes note of this in the notebook she began keeping of her daughter. Slowly filling it with little details of a life she missed up to this point. Her eyes drift back to the phone where Imani still grins like a kid at Christmas. Waiting on her. “You’re a bright young woman.”

“Maybe one day I could work for you.” The surprise bubbling in Emma’s chest must show on her face because there is a slight falter in the expression Imani wears.

“I would like that.”

Smiling firmly fixed, Emma catches sight of her daughter’s brunette mother in the background slipping into her stilettos. “Come along, darling. You can continue chatting with Emma on the way to school if she has time.”

“Do you?” Imani immediately asks and the overwhelming evidence on her part points to the fact that she wants Emma around.

A feeling she is unfamiliar with floods her chest. “I’ll push everything back.”

From the peripheral of the phone camera, she sees the budding smile on painted lips. “Do you have any more pictures of you when you were my age?”

“Not a lot,” Confesses Emma, leaning back in her office chair. “That’s around the time I was adopted. I can ask about them. Perhaps Mother has a few I imagine.”

“Do you think they’d ever want to meet me?” Off-screen she hears Regina clear her throat and it’s clear that Imani picks up on the warning. Though the fight behind hazel eyes intensifies.

“I’m not sure. My mother went through a lot to conceal her teenage daughter being pregnant and then made me put you up for adoption.”

“Did she make you put me up for adoption because I’m a chocolate and vanilla swirl and not just white like all of you?”

“No. I don’t think that had anything to do with it. Chocolate and vanilla swirl, huh?” ” She laughs a bit at Imani’s analogy.

“Yeah,” Imani smirks and Emma’s struck by how much like her the girl looks. “It’s what I used to say as a kid. Mama’s a fancy coffee because she and Abuelo aren’t chocolate and we both have vanilla moms.”

Emma glances at Regina who is partially in view thanks to their daughter wanting to involve her in the conversation.

“I was a fancy coffee for years and grandma was whipped cream instead of vanilla.” Regina bites her bottom lip between her teeth as she ribs her daughter.

“Hey now! I was a kid trying to figure it out.”

You still are.” Emma teases, shaking her head though her eyes averted and she rises from the chair taking her video chatters with her across the office to the one photo of the family available. It was one of the non-staged Christmas photos in Enyinna and Emma boasted great big smiles. Both have been adopted in time for the holidays. Surrounding them were their friends from the group home.

“Are those your group home friends?”

“We’re as good as siblings. You go through that much together and make it on the other side it’s thicker than blood. Your father is the kid beside me. In front of us are; Mazikeen and August, the little goth kid is Merlin.”

It prompts a bit of a chuckle from her daughter. “He’s trying so hard.”

A small smile forms on Emma’s lips at that. “He really did.” She points to the other side of her. “This is my best friend Adeyemi.”

“That’s a cool name.”

“We all called him Yemi for short. He was the person who I first heard your name from.”

“Do you still talk to any of them?”

“Regularly. August, Yemi, Mazikeen and I work together. They ensure I’m kept safe at all times.”

“Wow. Your life is like a movie.” Imani still grins and never falters even as Emma does. The background slows until it becomes clear. “I gotta go. Maybe...we can talk later?”

“You got it.” When she is face-to-face with Regina again her smile returns a bit. “Hello, Miss Mills.”

“Miss Swan,” she says briefly, leaning over to press a kiss to their daughter’s cheek. “Make good choices sweetheart.”

“Bye Mama. Bye, Emma.” She follows with the slightest imitation of Swan's smirk. With the shut of her car door, the girl is gone.

Even over the phone, she can feel Emma giving her the once over. “You look stunning.”

“Eugenia was right, you are a charmer.” Teases the brunette who still looks off-screen.

“My head knows she wasn’t running away but…”

“She broke your trust in a huge way and you’re watching to make sure she goes inside school.”

“Precisely.” There is a pause when Regina’s eyes return to the phone and with it she says, “I’ve got you on my mind.”

“And your phone.”

“Already at the office?”

“I’m usually here around 5 a.m.”

“What do you do after work?”

“Usually work with my trainer for an hour or two. Hit the shower and read a bit before dinner.”

“You cook?” Regina asks and the swan smirk is in full effect.

“I pay someone.” Her eyes seem to darken even in the well-lit conference room. “I’d like to meet Meg with you. If I may.”

“Of course. God, Emma, she could have been anyone.”

“She wasn’t though and we have to thank her for that. I’d like to present her with a check for her safe return to Imani if that is all the same to you.”

“Yes, of course. Let me know how much you make it out for. I’d be happy to pay you back.” Emma laughs heartily. “What?”

“I’m not accepting any money from you Regina. Invest anything in our daughter. Please.”

“She already has a healthy college fund.”

Leaning into the camera, Emma presents the briefest peak into her dress shirt before shifting just as Regina’s eyes drink her in. “There is something you can do for me.”

“I’m listening.”

“Have dinner with me one night when you’re in town. Something just us.”

“Won’t your home chef have questions about a strange woman coming to your door?”

Emma’s smile grows. “She knows better than to question it.”

“You’re incorrigible.”

She gets the front-row tour of City Hall as Regina briefly greets her secretary taking her inside the expansive office. Emma rests on the corner of her desk and watches greedily as the blazer goes to a hook just behind the desk. When a drawer opens and an earbud pairs to Regina’s ear her grin expands.

“Am I a dirty little secret?” Emma teases, thrilled at the obscenely large eye roll taking place four hours away.

“Absolutely not, Miss Swan. Though I do want to keep you all to myself if we’re being completely honest.”

“Likewise.” Regina’s chest flushes ever so slightly as she feels Emma’s eyes on her as if they were in the same room. “You look perfectly covered in a blush.”

One which grows darker at its mention. “Thank you.”

“I’ll see you soon.”

“Have a good day, Miss Swan.”

Perfectly mimicking Regina’s earlier instructions before the phone call disconnects. “Make good choices.”

Chapter Text

From her place in the corner booth, Emma had an elevated visual on the front door. Thanks to her brothers, August and Yemi she knew the women were safely retrieved and en route to this very spot. Still, she tracked the vehicle they were in to see them proceeding carefully through her city on her cell phone. 

It would be any minute now.

Initially, Regina presented a challenge when asked by Emma to fly in her private plane but thanks to Emma’s new ally in Regina’s friend, Kathryn the deal went through. A feat which she would properly reward when they met at last. As the looming of this week began, they spoke nightly. More often than not Emma had to end the calls otherwise it was likely Regina would end up asleep on the phone. Which meant overtime for work. 

Something that would not do. 

Regina was bold and brilliant. Just stubborn enough that Emma only appreciates her more. She’s drawn to Regina’s resilience and quiet shows of strength. Every glimpse behind the veil of her in motherhood. Those glimpses of her in the evening left Emma to feel as though she’d been starving her entire life. 

To possess beauty was one thing. Time and again there were examples that beauty did not present depth. Sometimes there was nothing underneath. Regina was certainly not nothing. 

Every once in a while Emma’s mind reminds her quietly to tread carefully. 

Something she remembers until she sees them again. Then wave after wave of unexplored and deeply complicated emotions drive through her walls. One at a time leaving the bricks of a castle built for self-imprisonment in shambles.

Upon the door’s next opening, a hostess proceeded in Emma’s direction. “Miss Swan, your table is arriving.” 

“Send them over, Nyoika.” 

“Right away, Miss Swan.” Nyoika’s retreating form comes to a stop by the one Emma recognizes as Kathryn Nolan. Her blonde hair cascades in gentle waves past her shoulders, she exudes a classic beauty. Her eyes a  warm and inviting blue, reflect a depth of kindness and intelligence, softening when she smiles.

The woman entering behind her rings familiar but her features are hidden as other patrons pass between members of the group. Immediately behind her is a leggy, raven-haired with a smile so striking the light only brightened her features more. Her laughter rang out as she clutched the hand of her friend. Both of their expressions display a sense of appreciation for their surroundings. The third woman whose hand she was holding rocked a black and white bodycon dress. Not a hair out of place with big bouncy curls of dark hair. Wearing minimal jewelry, only hoops, and a ruby ring on her left hand. 

The most important of the group were not yet seen.

Suddenly, two more shuffled in behind the trio of women, and confusion cleared. Imani took cautious steps forward as Regina held her hands over the girl's eyes. Not so easy as her child was about to surpass her in height. Her mothers immediately locked eyes. 

Regina’s gal pals reach Emma first as she puts on her best smile. Quietly uttering. “Good afternoon ladies.” 

“It’s nice to meet you in person. I have to say flying private is the only way to go.” Kathryn throws a wink in Emma’s direction. No stranger to the finer things in life as the daughter of one of the founding families of Storybrooke. 

Then the familiarity of the second woman comes through loud and clear as Mallory Drake slides into the booth staring at the slack-jawed blonde. “It is nice to see you again, Emma.” 

Truth be told her heart was hammering away in her chest. Mal, as Regina referred to her, was one of her best friends. It was more than that which caused her heart to act in such a way. Emma snapped her mouth shut, changing it out for a smile. “Hello again.” 

Ruby and Tiana both offer wide grins as Imani and her other mother are close enough that it may ruin the surprise. “Alright, we’re going to slide into a booth, okay?” 

“Okay.” Their daughter froze just as she got in front of Emma a slight pause as she delicately took in a deep breath. Her hands slowly reach out to blindly brush against the silk forearm of her blonde mother’s blouse. Fingers trembling with excitement. “It IS you.” 

Regina’s hands fall from her daughter’s eyes and gratefully drinks up the joy of their reunion. The little smile resting in the corner of her mouth makes Emma’s stomach flip ever so slightly. 

Their daughter rests happily in her arms. “We meet again.” 

Turning to their traveling companions. “Did you guys know the whole time?” 

“We may have held a slight clue,” Mal confesses coyly.

Heartfelt honesty falls from the woman with red streaks in her hair beside Mal. “Couldn’t resist the opportunity to be nosey.”

When Emma’s eyes fall to another woman she’s met with a most curious gaze. “I may have had an idea.” 

“Please, sit, eat. It’s my pleasure to see that Imani and Regina’s village are well cared for.” At once the wait staff appears to serve each woman’s whim. 

“Wow.” Ruby swallows looking over the menu but Mal’s hand quickly finds purchase on her thigh. 

“I’ve told you too many times in this life, I have you.” 

“I can’t-”

Emma is more than happy to interrupt.  “None of you shall be paying. This establishment belongs to me. I hope you find it to your liking.” 

“We can get anything?!” Imani has scooted in beside Emma who can hardly keep herself from smiling. She glances at Regina to find a barely perceptible nod. 

“The boss says yes.” Emma winks and immediately Imani shoots Regina a conspiratorial grin with only the slightest hint of pre-teen attitude. 

“Miss Swan,” Nyoika has appeared at her side and shifts uneasily. Not a standard behavior for the tall woman. She leaned in so her words were lost on the group.

She shifts again and whispers further. Emma’s jaw clenches as more information is exchanged.“Did he threaten you? August and Yemi will see to it that he is dealt with and they happen to be nearby.” 

“Thank you, Miss Swan.”

Her child’s eyes held a bit of wild wonder as the event unfolded. “Is she going to be alright?” 

“My brothers will see to it. Nyoika is one of my most tenured employees. She’s very protective of this place and its little family. As am I.”  Emma smiles broadly in reassurance. 

“Okay.” Still worry creases the area between Imani’s eyebrows. 

Regina observes the way Emma’s words hang the moon but doesn’t exactly reassure their young daughter. “It’s going to be okay, sweetie. We’re all here and watching over her.” 

This prompts Imani to her side. Now that the surprise is up, Regina has one thing she’s forgotten to do. “I’m afraid I’ve been neglectful in introductions. Emma this is Mal, Ruby, and Tiana. Your secret dealings with Kathryn leave no need for her greeting. Ladies, this is Emma.” 

While Emma gives them her more social smile her focus is on their daughter and the way she hasn’t taken her eyes from Nyoika just across the way. “Hey, I won’t allow anything to happen to her.” 

“How do you know he’ll just leave?” 

Two familiar figures were already darkening the doorway and disappeared into the primary dining area. “Do you recognize those men?”

“Yeah. August and Yemi. They drove us here.”

“That is correct. I wouldn’t entrust just anyone to courier you around the city. You’re too precious to me. Those men are my brothers. We were in group homes together and we’ve been together ever since.”

“They were both marines,” Imani says.

“Did he talk your ear off? I’ve been looking for a reason to fire him.” Emma’s eyes twinkle with mischievousness. 

“Noooo! He’s really funny.” 

Regina leans into the conversation. “He promised her all the gossip on teenage you.” 

“He’s definitely fired.” Emma carries on.

“That’s funny because they said they don’t work for you.” Imani crosses her arms over her chest and shoots a mix of Regina’s arched brow and Emma’s smirk right at the blonde. 

“This conversation certainly seals his fate. “ Emma smirks as Wesker shrugs off August’s hand on his bicep roughly, straightening his black leather jacket afterward. Yemi motions without touching the upset patron towards the door.  “Everything is as I promised.” 

Nyoika quickly sees their needs tended and in this moment  Emma reassures her that it will be the final time Albert Wesker ever graces Arcadia. Nyoika excuses herself without fanfare. There is a look that crosses from Mallory to Emma that cannot be helped. Emma’s eyes traced the familiar contour of the woman’s face. 

“You did follow in your mother’s footsteps after all,” Emma comments sipping on her ice water. 

“It was the only way out something you can relate to.” 

The tension at the table has risen and Emma diverts her attention to Ruby. There is a fondness between her and Mal that the blonde recognizes anywhere. One among lovers.  “Imani says you’re taking night classes on Business Administration for when Granny retires.” 

“Which will be about twenty more years,” Ruby muses. “Relaxing to her is sleeping in until 6 am.” 

Mal smirks at her lover. “Whatever would she do with all that free time?” 

“Nag me, of course.” 

While the rest of them keep one another busy, Emma more than once finds herself in amazement at her predicament. She wanted this outcome more than anything in existence. Having it become a reality was stirring emotions that were buried far in the past. 

Imani was a living, breathing young lady sitting beside her. With that, a piece of Emma’s heart outside of her body. Stirring a protectiveness inside of it. When a grin flashes her way from the girl, Emma manages to get out of her head and return it with a small smile. “I like your new braids.”

Her child ducks her shoulders shyly. “Mama said I could choose something special. Auntie T did it.” 

Immediately Emma focused on Tiana. “ Your work speaks for itself. It’s beautiful.”

“Thank you. Regina and Imani go to such lengths to give me such a good foundation.”

Her girls glow basking in the light of one another. “Someone taught us how.” 

“Now who could that be I wonder?” Teases Mallory, delighting in her glass of red wine. When her attention turns to Emma that playful smile remains. “You understand I had to tell her I knew you.”

“Of course. Why would you hide that?” Emma tucks her napkin into her lap to hide what she can of her surprise. Yet when she looks up both Regina and her friend Ruby hold curiosity in their gaze. 

There will come a time when the questions brewing there be answered. 

Mallory smiles sadly. “I had no idea, Emma.” 

“I know.” Emma matches her expression.

“Like friends?” Imani asks, and the ante kicks up another notch. 

“Frenemies when we were a little older than you.” Mallory swoops in to save the day.

“You’ve known each other for that long?” 

“Emma didn’t much care for me.” Mallory sips her wine, savoring every drop. 

“That feeling was mutual.” Emma clarifies realizing too late she fell into Mal’s well-laid trap. 

“We weren’t friends until years later when she realized I wasn’t who she thought, and I realized neither was she.” 

This brings the energy back down a bit and Emma smiles fondly. “On that, we agree.” 

“I’m always right, Swan.” 

“So you’ve met all her brothers and sisters?” Imani bursts in, her energy off the charts. Gobbling up every bit of information as it unlocks. Leaving Emma feeling as though her carefully crafted image was seconds from falling apart. 

Everything she truly wished for was right here in these moments. 

Terrifying. 

“I have.” 

“And?” 

Mallory looks to Emma before answering. “The boys are great but Mazikeen will be your favorite.” 

 “I want to meet her next,” Imani says as Emma looks to Regina. 

“Why are you looking at me? It’s your sister.” 

Emma expels a breath of air, “You might never let me near Imani again.” 

“She can’t be that bad.” Regina’s eyes twinkle as she reaches beside her to squeeze Emma’s hand. 

Across the table, Emma notes the surprise written in Mallory’s blue eyes. “She errs on the side of morally ambiguous. She’s my sister and I love her. Once she considers you her person that’s it. It’s ‘til death do you part.” 

“I trust your judgement.” Regina squeezes Emma’s hand reassuringly, hoping the matter is settled. “Mal says she’ll be our favorite, and I trust her judgement too.” 

Mallory snorts into her glass. “I said she’d be Imani’s, I’m not so sure about yours.” 

Bright hazel eyes look up to Emma and the overwhelming feeling of never wanting to deny her anything rears its ugly head. “Alright, fine. I’ll see if she’s available.” 

“Yes!”

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On the ride from Arcadia to her home, Emma feels a nervousness rising. Mazikeen was an amazing sister. Not someone to be deterred from fitting any kind of mold in society. She defied all expectations and was loyal to the death. 

Glancing to her right, Imani’s face takes in every ounce of New York she can during the drive. With their meeting, Emma will need to come clean to her sister about those months she spent hidden away from the family. She can only hope that Mazikeen is in a forgiving mood. Even though she is not the forgiving sort. 

Now she is meeting Emma’s daughter. Emma and Enyinna’s daughter and that was another conversation entirely. 

They slide into Emma’s parking spot before making their way to the elevator. “Mazikeen will be along shortly. She’s bringing her wife.” 

“What’s her name?” 

“Eve.” 

“Pretty name.” Imani muses, nonplussed. 

“Yeah.”

“Are you nervous about me meeting them or them meeting me?” 

Emma presses her button and leans against the back of the elevator. “I don’t want to give your mom any reason to keep us apart.” 

“She’s your sister,” Imani says as if that resolves everything. 

“When we were kids Mazikeen was the first person I’d felt safe with.”

Imani’s smile was so sweet and hopeful. “Mom will love her then.” 

Fear pulses through Emma’s heart. Mazikeen’s arrival would be a test that much was certain. Being revealed in such a manner made her anxious though Emma did all she could to rise above it. 

Thankfully the guests kept her attention distracted as the front door opened. Emma had opened a wine for the group as Mazikeen and Eve entered. The usual mix of form-fitting leather pants, combat boots, and leather crop tops that display a wealth of beautiful brown skin. Her hair was as sleek as the blades she preferred in combat. Each element underscored her tough demeanor. 

Behind her is her wife Eve. A completely vibrant and charismatic woman. She has soft, flowing rich chestnut waves of hair. Today she wears a well-tailored dress. Her overall look is soft in comparison to Mazikeen and as ever the warmth of her smile is a balm. 

They belong together. 

“You disappear for weeks and now I get the message that I must come visit.” Mazikeens sharp tongue hits it’s mark when Emma flinches. 

She hated it but Mazikeen spoke the truth. Still, Emma embraces Eve and even grabs her sister at the elbow. “Words are but air, I know. Thank you for coming.” 

“Thank you for coming,” Mazikeen mocks sing-songy before an annoyed huff. “So what is it that was so important? The boys have been radio silent so I couldn’t torture it out of them either.” 

Emma straightens herself despite the rush of her heartbeat. “Two things. You remember Mallory?” 

“I’ll be damned.” Mazikeen moves by Emma swiftly to take her in. Brown eyes getting reacquainted. “Hello, Maleficent.” 

With the eye roll, Mallory unleashes a smile. “Maze.”

“You were always so cruel,” Mazikeen remembers fondly. 

“Meet my girlfriend, Ruby.” 

Undaunted, Mazikeen takes in Ruby with no shame. “I can see you’ve upgraded since Emma.” 

If a sinkhole could swallow Emma whole that would be ideal. Between the shock at the table and Mazikeens twinkling eyes, she has not been the butt of a joke in some time. Imani drinks in this new information and if Emma had one guess, she was going to be cross-examined about it soon. 

She opens her arm so that Imani comes over. Imani has all of Mazikeen's attention as she looks between mother and daughter. All the playfulness falls away as she pulls from the table of women to take in the girl. 

“How old are you?” Mazikeen asks. 

“Twelve.” 

“Twelve,” Mazikeen repeats. “You better thank Morningstar you look like a mini Enyinna. You can call me Maze.”

“You knew?” Emma asks, astonished.

Mazikeen rolls her eyes at the question. “You disappeared for a specific timeframe and came back changed. How could we not?”

Interrupting them, Imani butts in. “You know my bio dad?” 

Mazikeen’s smile grows. “When you’re ready to rebel let me know. I have stories for days about those two.” She spies Regina listening in and meets her eyes intently. “Hello there. Emma, why didn’t you tell me about your new friend?” 

Sticking out her hand, Regina performs her introduction, “Regina Mills. Imani’s mother.” 

Sucking her teeth, Mazikeen lets out a displeased grunt. “Damn. Sorry, Eve.”

As expected Eve had already made herself just as at home as her wife. A fresh, chilled glass of wine was in hand and joined their guests. “Don’t listen to her. It’s so nice to meet all of you.” 

“She’s…” Regina pauses to sip her wine. “An interesting character.” 

Imani turns on her mother. “I like her!”

Mallory intones, “Told you.” 

“This is just a taste.” Emma feels her anxiety calm as Eve and Maze begin to mingle. Regaling them with tales from every corner of the earth. Mazikeen is her flirtier self yet, always watching her sister from the corner of her eye. 

“My mom would never let me wear something like that.” Imani’s shoulder slump though she looks at Emma hopefully.  

“That makes two of us.” Emma winks at her daughter’s eye roll. “Perhaps when she’s gained your mom’s trust we can get you some self-defense lessons with her. Let’s just say she fights like a demon from Hell.” 

“Kinda flirts like one too.” Imani comments, snorting afterwards.

“Perceptive.”

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

“Thank you for doing all of this.” Imani looks nervous and uncomfortable so Emma gives her a bit of space to sort her thoughts. Leaning back against the railing of her balcony. “You know I just want to get to know you right? All this stuff…this isn’t what I want. We don’t have to do anything.”

Fear took root in Emma’s nervous system. “I want our time together to be special.” 

“And it is. A month ago the only things I knew about you was how you were forced to give me up for adoption, eighteen, white, and you wanted my name to be Imani Bisi. Although I wasn’t planned or you weren’t in love with my father, you loved me. So much.”

This is usually where a wall or two goes up but Emma softens at her passion. “I don’t know how to love very well. I haven’t practiced it in a long time. Not since I was pregnant with you.” 

“Don’t tell my mom I said this but…” she comes closer and glances back into the room where her mother and company are getting tipsy off expensive wine. Boisterous laughs fill the air. “I call bullshit.” 

“Do you?” 

“That and you like my mom too. You have a family, you had them since you were my age. Maybe it’s not perfect. Mom and I aren’t either. We fight. Sometimes it’s because I’m just like her. Other times…I’m probably more like you or Enyinna than you think.” 

“Be good to your mother.” 

“You’re my mother too,” Imani says and hearing it still makes Emma a little unsteady. “Just so you know I call you Ma in my head. Mom said you may not be ready for that yet and I need to respect your pace.” 

Her eyes averted to the skyline, a rogue tear falls from her eyes. “Your mother is an amazing woman.” A shaky breath fills the air with a cloud of light smoke. “One day, this will all be yours should you want it.” 

“I know you’re changing the subject but I’ll allow it. Sometimes I can be aggressive.” 

A twitch of amused thin lips takes place. “Despite what society deems appropriate for women it is a trait you will require more than once.” 

“Me, you, and Mom can be our type of family.” 

Hazel eyes take a glance into the windows at the hilariously distracted women within. There was a familiar spark shared between Ruby and Mallory that Emma recognized anywhere. Certainly more than friendly. Tiana was mid-eye roll before tossing a pillow at the love birds. Mazikeen and Eve were cuddled in the corner taking it all in. Then Regina’s eyes captured Emma and her daughter staring and she gave her best attempt at an encouraging smile. 

“I’m sorry if I’m not the mother you dreamed of.” Emma quickly says, palms sweaty and at her admission.

Her daughter hits her with a look far beyond her years. “Why did you come back to Storybrooke with me?” 

It catches Emma off-balance. “I- you had to be taken home. Safely.”

“You could have sent me with Maze.” 

“She’s investigations. Not a babysitter.” 

“I’m not a baby.” 

“Of course not, I just meant….” Imani’s hand touches her forearm. 

“It was a joke.” Still, she crosses her arms over her chest and hits Emma with a grin. “You want to keep me safe.” 

“Yes,” Emma eagerly agrees. 

“You don’t have to be perfect to be a part of my life. I just want you in it. There is one thing I want to know though…how do you know Auntie Mal?” 

“That is a tale.” 

“We have time,” Imani says cooly, sipping her beverage and not backing down one bit. 

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Not long after everyone began to turn in and Imani did the same, Emma’s cracked open doorway opened and closed with haste. It was in the light of the city that Regina pulled Emma’s attention from her latest book. One button pressed later and the light dimmed to allow their view the true respect it deserved. 

As Emma hoped, Regina paused in awe at the sight. 

Regina takes in the city. Emma finds all she wishes is to take in Regina. 

Emma abandons her bed in favor of standing slightly beside the brunette to drink her in as she does the view. Her eyes are as hungry for Regina as Regina appears for New York. Still, she keeps her hand from running so much as a fingertip down the back of Regina’s arm. 

“Do you ever get used to it?” Regina asks absently.

“Startingly easy, yes.” 

“At least you’re honest.” 

“My worst trait,” Emma answers and they share a grin. 

“The girls are still awake…” When Regina’s words trail off Emma’s brow arches and she can feel the smirk forming on her lips. “You owe me dinner.” 

“What was earlier?” 

“Lunch.” 

“Ah,” Emma’s grin grows even still. “And what do you call the meal after that if not dinner?” 

“After that?” Regina repeats and Emma draws nearer to her. Amber eyes took their time at Emma’s lips. “We were in a group. You surely do not expect me to count that as our dinner. Do you?” 

“Surely not.” Emma steps closer still. Near enough that Regina can feel the heat between them. “The next dinner, what could I do to make that one count?” 

Damn, those eyes gazing up at her. “It should be one-on-one in nature.” 

Emma’s jaw flexes with the effort of holding herself in check. “As you wish.” 

“One more thing.” 

“Oh?” 

Haughty brown eyes fill with mirth. “First I need you to tell me about Mal.”   

The soft exhale Emma releases makes the demons in Regina hold their breath. “Mallory and myself were involved for a time. Frankly, she pissed off my mother and that made her a young woman I should very much get to know.” 

“That’s what Maze was indicating earlier. Involved…” 

“Intimately.” She sees the distress in Regina's features. Being able to soothe that would be nice but not with dishonesty. “Should I have lied?” 

Regina’s head shakes. “Please don’t for my sake. I’ve already married and divorced a world-class liar. I would not like to know I’m about to begin seeing another one.” 

Her chin is tipped up. Emma cups her face and everything beyond her bedroom fades into the background. “I’d love to be considered the one seeing you. After our dinner.”  

“It was my understanding that you wanted me in nothing but a trench coat.” A silly comment made via one of their many telephone calls and now using it playfully against Emma.

“Somehow I feel as though seeing you in anything would prove just as thrilling.” 

“As is nothing?” 

“As is,” Emma answers with Regina rising into her orbit until Emma tucks raven tresses behind Regina’s ear, away from her face. Fingertips run the path of Regina’s jawline pulling her into the path Emma created.

One where their lips met while they were bathed in the glow of New York City.

Regina falls into the security that being in the blonde’s arms produces. Emma’s body sets out to mold them into one. A task made easier by how accommodating Regina is to silent suggestions. Her body melds as much as it can to Emma. 

The very woman wishing to consume Regina. Mind, body, and soul.  

How something so simple felt this intensely that Emma’s body was wracked by waves of arousal. She aches to ease such distraction. Such thoughts are not helped by the press of Regina’s body.

 Heated as it is. 

When they break apart Regina dares a cheeky smile to coincide with her blush. Only when her eyes avert does Emma dare lift her face by the chin. Brushing their lips to a soft, “Please.” 

“You don’t have to worry. I’d not like to stop kissing you. Not so soon.” Emma revels in the way Regina comes alive a bit more at every turn. Her hands are being led to less than-polite places. “With all your friends here?”

Emma delights in the feel her of fingertips dancing along the silk pajama top delighting in the sharp exhale. The feeling of Regina’s nipples hardened against her lacy bra as Emma’s hands trailed seconds before she deepened the kiss. Oh, how Emma aches to consume this woman. 

Piece by piece. 

To understand all that makes Regina come alive.  “What was that?”

Amber eyes flutter open. “I didn’t say anything.” 

Twinkling hazel eyes beg to differ. Her lips nuzzle against Regina’s sweet spot on her neck. Her head was cupped by the mayor, ever so lightly held into place. “Please what?” 

An echo of her earlier request she meant not to voice repeated itself via Regina’s mouth. “Don’t hold back.” 

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Early to rise as ever Emma steps into the living room of the condominium. At the window, her daughter sits reading a book and sparing the occasional glance at New York City. When she spies Emma padding nearer her radiant smile beams. 

“Morning.” She says, setting the book on her lap. 

There was something to be said about having your own eyes staring back at you from another’s face. Even if they are your child. Emma takes a cushion from a nearby chair tossing it on the floor to join Imani. “Good morning. How did you sleep?” 

“Mom woke me up when she crawled in bed with me.” 

“That I can’t help.” Emma teases playfully. 

“She said you two were talking.” 

Emma’s not had much use for lying these days but is more than happy Regina covered for them. Not even being a truth-teller would she ever reveal the previous night's activities. “We have much to talk about. What happened over the last twelve years. What we think the future holds.” 

“Are you two becoming friends?” 

“I hope so.” Emma manages a smile during this recovery as she takes in her daughter's new protective hairstyle again. “I met you so shortly ago but you look so grown up right now.” 

Imani beams. “Thanks!” 

“The gold cuffs are like tiny treasures. Just like you.” 

Before either of them can carry on an alert Emma’s watch interrupts and the front door opens. Entering the domain is the sweetheart of an older woman, Carolyn. With her jet black dyed hair fresh out of rollers, and kindly blue eyes full of mischief. She takes in all of the guests and her smile doubles. 

“Hello,” She sings padding into the living quarters until she finds Emma. 

“Imani, I want you to meet someone very special to me. This is Carolyn. I’ve known her ever since I came to live with the Swans.” Emma wraps the older woman in a hug. “Carolyn, this is Imani.” 

Steely blue eyes bounce from mother to daughter and back again. Her smile never falters even through her chuckle. “This is Imani?” 

“It’s Imani.” Emma’s voice breaks and Carolyn hugs her closer, running hands weathered by the ravages of time through Emma’s hair. 

“My babies, baby.” Emma’s breath is shuttered but even as Carolyn releases her from the hug she seems to be so taken with Imani. “Hello, Sweet Child.” 

“Hello.” Imani goes into the hug and Carolyn releases only after the girl does. 

“How about we get you fed, hm? Or has Emma already ordered half of New York for you?” 

“I could use something.” Imani shares her easy smile readily. 

“How long are you in town dear?” 

“A few days,” Imani says and in that happiness is the tinge of longing. Emma swallows over her sadness on the matter as they proceed to the kitchen. 

“It’s been a while since I’ve been tasked with cooking for a large group.” Carolyn fusses.

“We have a lot of people, Miss Carolyn.” 

“Do tell, dear. Follow me to the kitchen and we can begin planning the remaining days. How about breakfast?”

Imani is stuck to Carolyn like glue as they make their way to the kitchen. “French Toast? Then for dinner can I have pizza rolls?” 

Carolyn tilts her head with a broad smile. “Oh my, it’s like I’m speaking to the past. Let’s make some together, hm?” 

“Okay!”

“I suspect a hefty food order in our future.” The words are directed at Emma but Emma is so taken with how quickly the pair were working together. “Now what would you like for dessert? I suspect Emma will not be turning you down on that.” 

Chills strike Emma at her core. “Do you think we can make your famous, Reese’s Ice Cream cake?” 

“Oh my. We are celebrating are we?” 

“I’ll let you know how much in a few days when our guests return home. For now, whatever she’d like is fine.” Regina draws nearer to the blonde. “Carolyn, this is Regina Mills. Imani’s mother.” 

“Promise me something, dear? Take care of my girls when I’m gone.”

Emma scoffs in the background. “We made a deal. You aren’t allowed…” 

“To die until you learn how to cook.” Carolyn shoots Emma a glare but then smiles and winks at Regina. 

“So that explains it…” Regina wraps Carolyn in a hug as the woman's laughter rings through the kitchen. 

Carolyn rounds the kitchen island to take hold of Regina’s hands and look her over. Kindly blue eyes meeting brown eagerly. “You just may have what it takes Regina Mills.” 

“I do hope so. Emma, can I see you privately for a moment?” 

Both Imani and Carolyn look conspiratorially at one another. 

Emma follows, feeling every bit a scolded child even as she tugs at Regina’s elbow to lead her into the home office. “I’m-”

Her words are met with lips rather unexpectedly but happily so. “Now that I have your attention.” Pristine teeth nip at Emma’s lower lip. “Our daughter is well cared for and needs no special treatment.”

“I-”, Regina grasps her chin strongly enough that Emma focuses on the beauty that is her gaze. 

“All she requires is all that you already are.” 

Come whatever may, Emma’s jaw sets itself. “Someone I promise she deserves more than.” 

“You gave her life.” Emma feels Regina pulling her into a shared orbit, stroking through her hair with love.“Be with us flaws and all.” 

If only Regina held a clue as to what that entailed.

“As you wish.” 

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On their second evening, Emma hosts the other three ladies privately. Upon their return to her home laughter proceeds them entering. Mother and daughter sat near the window. Regina has little remained of her book and Imani stares wistfully into the distance. 

Tiana enters first, unequivocally ringing with laughter. “I have NEVER in all my years seen Mallory Drake embarrassed. You barely even said anything and she was rendered silent.” 

“Do not think to repeat the experience, T.” Mal digs, hanging from the arm of her paramour. Fingers linked as they often did when the dragon felt wounded. Finding refuge in her fiercely protective lover. 

“It wasn’t even that bad, Mal.” Soothes Ruby, a gentle kiss to the corner of her mouth before the dragoness pulls away.

Mal seeks and finds a bottle of wine. Pulling it free and taking note of the label, approving it once over as she read. “Saving this for a special occasion?” 

“Help yourself.” Emma offers to open the bottle but Mallory brushes by her with little fanfare.

Opening the bottle with a grunt serving up her glass and swirling the bottle around. “That is the plan, DEAR.” 

Rising to the unspoken challenge, Emma takes the bottle and pours another two glasses. Handing both off to their companions. “I did apologize. I will not do so a second time for the same grievance.” 

“I miss the gangly, blushing, reckless, awkward girl that you were.” 

“Many do.” The wine glass dangles precariously between pale fingers. “She was easier to control.” 

After a generous sip, Mallory takes a long glance at the slightly sulking blonde. A move betrayed by the pressing of thin lips through her eyes helps a bit of jovialness remain in them still. “Not…entirely true.” 

“True enough.” 

Imani moves calmly through the kitchen fetching herself a glass of chocolate milk with a slice of her Reeses treat from the previous evening. She paused at Emma’s side. “Would you like a slice?” 

Leaning in to whisper something, Imani sets down her treats and wraps the blonde in a hug. One in which her eyes noticeably grow wider and her speech pauses. Temporarily stunning her other mother, Emma wraps one arm around the girl in a silent response. 

“May I?” Regina mouths to Emma, camera phone at the ready. The change over the blonde is instantaneous. Morphing from awkward mother to model. Relaxing her body language and replacing the smirk with a genuine smile Imani rested against her. 

The sound of her shutter pulls Imani away from Emma but with a mirrored smirk of her biological mom. One which sets off another sound of the shutter as she’s met with matching sets of eyes. Making her way toward the brunette, Emma steers her out of earshot. 

“Please keep any photos of her and me together to yourself.” 

“Okay.” 

This does not please Emma and she feels the need to illuminate it for Regina. “I don’t want her to grow up in the spotlight as I did. To be followed and never know if it’s friend or foe. Someone looking to hurt her or extort her for a safe return. I know this must sound craz-”

Brown eyes soften. “It almost sounds like you’re being a mother.” 

“Please, Regina.” 

Hazel's eyes search and find a place of trust and peace in amber eyes returned gaze. “That isn’t a word you’re familiar with.” 

“Do not ask me to repeat it.” She swallows. 

Reaching out, Regina soothes a lone random blonde flyaway back to its place amongst golden curls. “As you protected her, I shall help protect you both.” 

“Thank you.” 

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That evening when Regina sneaks into Emma’s bedroom she is greeted with a kiss upon entry. A most welcome surprise as their first week knowing one another led to daily phone calls and mornings that came too early. Emma’s kisses were different when on her home turf but this was even different still. 

A softness permeated the coolness of her touch. 

“I have something for you.” 

With Emma’s words, the usual dread began to climb through Regina’s system. Taking hold of Regina’s hand and tugging her toward the bed. In between the ebony comforter and sheets, Emma tucked her in before handing her a well-worn black leather binder. 

Her hand stands out against the darkness as she prevents the initial opening. “Promise me this has nothing to do with money.” 

There is a shine to Emma’s eyes and a nervousness Regina has never witnessed. She blinks slowly, shaking her head. Voice dropping to softly say. “Nothing so unimportant as that.” 

Her hand is fetched and a kiss is delivered to the backside as Regina pulls it around her shoulders. The first page is a photograph of Emma and what Regina recognizes as her friends from the group home. The same one from her office. Bright, shining, holiday cheered-filled wholesomeness. Taken in a place not different from that which they resided in this week. Regina's tongue moves to wet her lips. “She truly does take after…” 

“Enyinna.” Emma fills in for her, guiding her eyes to the names.  “Like it’s spelled.” 

Repeating confidently. “Enyinna.”

“Thankful for that every day. Imani possesses his easy charisma. People are drawn to her and want to help her. She will do well whatever her endeavors. Turn the page.” 

And so Regina does find a flannel-wearing, fresh-faced Emma Swan in a black baseball cap staring back at her with perfectly straightened hair. “I began to suspect I was pregnant about the time this photo was taken. Look how chunky my cheeks were.”

An arched brow greets hazel eyes and then the warm fractals of light shining in brown eyes dropped to Emma’s face. Her hand feels warm against the coolness of Emma’s cheek. “Ask my sister, I got a little cheeky myself around that time. She was always blessed with superior genetics. Mother’s svelte frame, her father’s height, rich auburn hair, and fiery blue eyes. My father and I might as well be mirrors.” 

“Are they all still with us?” 

“Yes. Honestly, you remind me so much of them where Imani is concerned. Did she tell you in any of your talks that she had a pony before she could crawl?” 

This amuses the blonde greatly judging from the appearance of rounded cheeks. “She neglected such details.” 

“No doubt due to the distraction of your ‘cool’ car.” 

“Our daughter has excellent taste.” Emma reaches over and flips the page for her. 

There is a copy of the letter Imani and Regina read on the left page and on the right is the young blonde again. Her clothes are a bit more filled out and a hint of a rounding abdomen at her midsection. “I had no idea what mothers did but Enyinna took and saved these for me. He knew I might want to keep her.”

The following few pages show the blonde growing in size and withering in silent despair. Emma recalls the intensity of every passing day. There was a pinch to her eyes and a tight-lipped expression. 

“Did you know then your mother's plan for her?” Regina leans into Emma, eyes glued to every picture. 

“I regret that she was not born from love.” 

The book rests atop the tanned thighs between them. “That is not true she was loved by you. Then she was born into love when she came to me. That cannot be wrong.” 

“I have,” Emma’s eyes shift around the room her thoughts racing. “Never been able to share her with anyone else.” 

“Know that she is cherished, and so adored. From the first mention of her until I brought her home.” Regina nuzzles lightly against Emma’s cheek. “Thanks to you I became mommy, mama, and occasionally mom when she’s feeling spicy.” 

She’s cupped in Emma’s embrace but relaxes into it. “I’m afraid the rebellion will belong squarely on my shoulders.” 

“I wasn’t too terrible.” Regina shrugs and together they flip to the next page. There is a small clipping of dark hair, Imani’s birth certificate, and several photos where Emma looks worse for wear but determined. Within her arms is a beautiful albeit chunky, light-skinned baby girl. 

Theirs, even before they knew it. 

From just over Regina’s shoulders Emma watches Regina run her fingers over the photo of their baby girl. It takes a second but the waterworks kick in. Regina nestles in closer. Then she intertwines their fingers, bringing Emma’s hand to her mouth, and placing another kiss. “I made the copies myself for your book when you return home.” 

“You shouldn’t have needed to be so strong.” Her eyes drifted to the young woman Emma. Seeing that something haunted her and the determination that took on a harder edge these days. She is not as stiff beneath Regina as the brunette would have thought. 

Emma steers her chin up to steal a kiss. “She found me.” 

A kiss returned and a beaming smile formed on painted lips. “That’s the thing about children, they will always find you. Stay with me.” The shimmering of hazel eyes betrays her emotions. She can feel it in the sting of tears in her eyes. Still, Regina rises to Emma’s call, the book propped open between them. Fingers tracing over the bit of hair locked away within the page. 

“How soon after this was she taken from you? I know when I held her for the first time she was just turning three weeks old.”

“We had one week.” Emma’s voice rings out softly, breaking along the final word. Shivering before her next set. “The things I had to do to gain that bit of time.” 

Closing the book, Regina sets it on the nightstand pulling herself beyond the blonde's grasp. “Come here.” She receives the strangest look and has to fluff the pillows behind her before pulling the blonde atop her chest. Warmth floods Emma at the onset of Regina’s skin on her face. She feels peace flood her senses as tan fingers stroke along the back of her arms. “I am so sorry that my greatest blessing came at great personal cost.” 

Emma does not say a word, she lies there not making a sound. The weight of her past settles. Several minutes later she still lies awake. Though Regina has the blonde in her embrace, it is Emma who clings to her tightly. 

Silent tears meeting warm skin.

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Wearing the azure dress Emma had sent her home with, Regina couldn’t help but feel every bit the Madame Mayor that the blonde loved to joke about. Even if said in jest, she knew Emma considered it a title worth repeating. The compliments from the diner patrons and the brief walk to City Hall only strengthened her resolve to see this meeting through to the end.

Sans any theatrics.

“If there is nothing further, Councilman Spencer has requested the floor.” Regina gestures his way and sees him rise. 

“Thank you Madame Mayor.” He glances at the paperwork before him, rising as he so likes to walk about the room. “As many of you are aware, I have faithfully served this community for over two decades. Without a doubt, you have bore witness to the struggles between our reigning Mayor and myself.” He pauses, icy blue eyes bearing nothing short of joy. 

Which sets Regina on edge like nothing else. “We have certainly had our moments, Councilman.” 

“Typically this time of year is especially difficult for us. Being that I lost my son and wife, your marriage failed just as you began your first term and became a first-time mother.” Her jaw sets as he moves around the room. “Yet you soldiered on with the poise and composure of nothing short of royalty.”

She blinks in disbelief. 

His smarmy smile never goes completely away still he continues. “Mayor Mills has brought out the best in this town. She has never backed away from a good fight. It is under her continued guidance that Storybrooke should only look to her to embody its best values. Kindness, neighborliness, and strength. That is why I will not be running in the winter term. Rather, I should look to back Mayor Mills during the election.” 

An audible pause reverberates around the room.

 As so often happens the council members look to their leader but find her slack-jawed where normally they should see nothing less than the vein in her forehead and a quiet, concealed rage that only few were able to discern from the mask slipped atop it. Now, she feels completely at their mercy. Exposed in equal measure to confusion pulsing through her veins. The same confusion in varying shades she sees reflected among the council body.

“Here, here.” Sheriff Graham heartily cheers. Whatever wounds he suffered at her hand via the breaking off of their arrangement were seemingly disregarded. He hated Albert Spencer nearly as much as she did. For reasons between the two of them alone. 

Regina’s phone buzzes with a text notification from Emma. Does my gift please you, Madame Mayor?

Quickly she fires off a response. This was your doing?  

I gave you my word he would not be a problem for you much longer.

“If that is all, the council and I have prepared a small gift as a token of our appreciation for your decades of service. Storybrooke truly won’t be the same without you.”  Beside Regina, fellow councilwoman Mary Margaret Nolan presents Spencer with a gift basket.

The council presents their gifts to which Albert shows a rare bit of appreciation. Even so far as to tear up when he and his allies embrace wholly. The room begins to clear for a sponsored event at Granny’s and soon it is only the Sheriff lingering, Albert, Regina, and a member of the school board, Johanna Nicols. 

He approaches Regina, gift basket under his arm. “My sources tell me that you gave a rather highly sought-after recommendation. Had this person not been initiating the deal of a lifetime I’d have called them a liar.” 

Rising from the head of the conference table Regina bows her head slightly. “I trust you to use your influence well, Councilman.” 

Icicles stare at her, seemingly searching for one last barb. “I will share this one final thing with you Madame Mayor. I regret not being more of an ally in the past. A mistake I shall not make moving forward. The work we could have completed had I not been so blind.” 

“In the end, it wasn’t too late for you to do the right thing.” 

He tips his head to her. “To a most successful future.” 

“To the future.” 

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At the council meeting after party, Regina rests easily off to the side. Enjoying a cold beverage and the long-distance company of a chatty blonde. That is until Councilwoman Johanna made her way to Regina's miniature paradise. 

Appearing cheery as ever. 

“I heard a rumor…” 

“Don’t you find it interesting that everyone shares information with you, Miss Nicols?” 

The auburn-haired woman gives a warm giggle. Far beneath her age. “People want to tell me things. All but you Madame Mayor.” 

“Lest it fall into the wrong hands.” 

Taking a hearty drink of some fruity little thing Johanna soldiers on. “Rumor has it Albert Spencer is in alignment with Swan Song. She is paying him two million dollars to represent her interests.” 

A bit of Regina’s frosty beverage escaped painted lips, bringing about a dimpled smirk from the school teacher. Coming to her rescue was Sheriff Graham, napkin in hand. 

“I imagine Spencer felt the same. No easy feat to surprise that man.” 

“Is that all?” Regina asks, knowing full well the blonde will shield her from any information about their deal. This rare exchange among them delighted her not quite ally. 

Johanna awaits Regina to swallow her sip this time. “Rumor has it Miss Swan has an eye on Storybrooke thanks to Spencer. I imagine it won’t be long if my suspicions are correct that we’ll be seeing her soon.” 

“IF that is true I’ll be quick to remind her this is Storybrooke. Not everything needs to change.” 

“From the sounds of it Madame Mayor we may have little choice in the coming years. This could be an opportunity for all of us should we embrace it.” 

“Speculation at best.” 

“Perhaps Storybrooke could use a change after all.” 

An old familiar threat Regina smiled kindly too. “Enjoy the party.” 

Making her way through the crowd to fetch a refreshed beverage she’s met by long arms wrapping around her. For a moment there was an electricity that fizzled out realizing Tiana held her. “A little thirsty tonight?” 

“T,” Regina relaxes in the safety and security of her oldest friend. “Care for a drink?” 

“I will have one.” She grins as Regina’s order doubles. “You seem sullen since we left New York. Is everything all right?” 

“How can I complain?”

Dark eyes take in all of the women before her before whispering. “Did we dampen your long-distance booty call?” Instantaneously, Regina’s face flushes brightly. “We did!”

“Shh, please. It is not a booty call.” Brown eyes avert briefly. 

“Okay, okay. Seriously though…” Tiana gratefully accepts her beer, still snickering. “That woman is fine as Hell.” 

“In what way?” 

An arched brow on her companion deepens Regina’s flush. Mockingly stating. “In what way, she asks.” 

“Not here.” 

Now that Spencer has had his fill of Granny’s finest courtesy of his new dealings with Swan Song. His buddies that littered the diner began a slow chant. 

“Speech, speech, speech.” 

He proceeds with feigned disinterest before raising a toast. “None of this is possible without the considerable efforts of Swan Song and the' heroic ‘Golden Child’, Emma Swan! Let us not forget her money !” 

An arm encompasses Regina as disgust floods her being. “C’mon, let’s finish our drinks. The sooner we do, the sooner you can be rid of him and give your regards to your new lover.” 

It was precisely the push our brunette required to make a quick work of her beer. “How is it I’ve survived nearly a decade of this and yet one more evening seems unbearable?” 

“So close. Tip up your glass Madame Mayor there is no reason we cannot celebrate this most glorious event ourselves.” 

“To that, we drink.” Clinking their glasses and a trade of smirks the women enjoy another hour in one another’s company. Tiana arrives to deliver Regina safely and soundly back to her daughter.

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What greets her upon return home is her daughter on video chat with the so-dubbed ‘Golden Child’. Feelings of uncertainty dance around the brunette but the smile on their daughter's face pushes them to the farthest recess of her mind. 

Emma is the first to spot her. “Good evening, Madame Mayor.” 

This pulls Imani from their conversation and a bigger smile. “It’s nearly your bedtime. Have you completed your homework?” 

Off goes the child as Regina takes her seat in front of the monitor. 

Emma remarks, “This doesn’t look promising.” 

They are briefly interrupted by Imani’s return as Regina overlooks her homework. “Wonderful job, dear. You’re almost to the point where you’ll be teaching me some of this math soon.” 

It prompts a smile. “I’ll leave you two to talk. Night Emma!”

“Night.” Emma squares herself at the receding image of her daughter. “You are a vision.” 

“Do not compliment me when I’m upset with you.” 

“Earlier you seemed thrilled.” Emma rests easily against the tan couch taking in the beauty of a passionate Regina Mills.

Even while sighing, Emma finds she cannot get enough of seeing Regina. Though her preference was in person as Regina confesses. “I never wanted you to go to such lengths for us.” 

“What lengths would that be?” 

“I-I thought you’d offered Spencer a job. That’s how you made it sound. Not…” 

“I did offer him a job. Regina, there is one thing you will come to love and dare I say hate about me, and it is that I will not lie. Not to you. The other is that I can spot one from miles away.”

Though breath comes a bit easier for Regina at that still, she charges forward. “But you didn’t just offer him a job.” 

“Albert Spencer is heading up a segment of law for Swan Song. As such he is at my beck and call 24/7, 365. I will be testing him extensively both with and without his knowledge. Not surprisingly, he is incredibly useful in persuading very niche groups into following his lead.” 

“How did you know about my tone?” 

A dazzling Emma Swan smile transfixes Regina. “At my behest, he wore a device allowing me to experience your meeting. I like to make sure my investments behave appropriately. Particularly new ones. He made me weary when almost immediately upon signing our contract he went out and bought two luxury vehicles and several Rolexes.”

“If you wanted that man to behave I don’t think I’d have given him two million dollars.” 

“Fortunately for Spencer, he can say whatever he wants to about the money part of our deal.” 

A shadow crosses Regina’s face from her place atop the computer screen Emma notes she stares hard at the desk. “That he did. I didn’t particularly enjoy him using you that way.” 

“I am allowing him to believe he is for the moment because that keeps him where I need him.” 

“Who manipulates who?” 

This prompts a bittersweet smile. 

“It’s just money.” Noting the curl of Regina’s lip she sits up a little bit straighter. “It is in his best interest to please me. I informed him that you are an incredibly dear friend of mine. As hard as he’s made your tenure as Mayor…should he feel the need to utter a single word out of place Spencer will feel the fullness of what I can do to him.” 

“You would do that to a man you just invested two million dollars in?” 

Hazel's eyes sparkle. “Yes.”

“You are impossible.” 

“That much is true.” Regina rolls her eyes at the blonde creating a rather amused, dimpled smile. “Have you and Mallory made up yet?” 

“We’re fine.” 

“You aren’t but say I believe it. Tell me more.” Emma sees that her laser focus is on something as Regina’s lips purse into a thin line. An impressive feat for a woman in possession of such lovely lips. 

“I have no right to be cross with her, or you for that matter. You were and always have been upfront with me. Truth be told I’ve probably heard about you years pbefore” 

“If you have, I can assure you my real name was never in play.” Emma reclines a bit into the tan couch.

“I must have-.”

“What Mallory and myself had and what we’ve been sharing up to this point is rather different.”

“Whips, chains, handcuffs?” 

Emma’s face never changes from its slight smirk and barely there dimple. “The deal we struck goes both ways. As you are aware I am incredibly protective.” 

“But she isn’t now.” 

“What is once may always be in some ways. The time we spent together is private. Should you find you need further clarification, arrange a time and place. If Mallory agrees, I’ll be more than complicit in providing a thorough explanation.” 

“Something tells me you always deliver on your promises.”

Playful hazel eyes observe Regina examining her fingernails. “I do not answer too many.” 

“Whatprayery tell makes me so special?” 

Eyes adept at seeing Regina’s innermost desires take her in so slowly, that she can track their movements via the screen. Taking in Emma, taking her inch by inch. The flames of desire burn Emma up inside. “I find that I would do anything for the mother of my child.”

“You’re her mother too. Are you in New York for the next few days?” 

“Portland, Maine.” Emma’s head leans against her hand. “Would I be able to take you to dinner in the next few days?”

“Yes.” 

“I sense a but headed my way.”

“On the condition that we continue to explore what this thing between us could be.” 

An impressed Emma smiles and Regina feels as though she may have just walked into this. “I agree to your terms. Are you free on Wednesday, 6 pm?” 

“I will be now.” 

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After what felt like fifteen outfit changes Regina settled on matching red heels, fitted slacks that perfectly encaptured the shape of her legs, and a blazer that was shirtless beneath it. Her shoulder-length bob received the blowout treatment thanks to Tiana with a harshly parted line that transformed her.

When Tiana whistled Regina knew. “If I weren’t married with three daughters…” 

Brown eyes drifted across the room to find that Kathryn and Mal seemed in agreement. “I daresay you’ve set your heart to seduction.” Mal muses into her stemless wine glass. 

In reality, Regina was aware their relationship had shifted due in part to her nature. Emma seems so on guard with everyone else, at times including their daughter. There was something familiar between Mallory and Emma that the thought of them not that long ago in bed with one another fills her stomach with knots.

When their eyes meet, Regina finally finds the courage to ask. “Why are you helping me?” 

A series of blinks take place before Mal’s voice returns. Regina’s eyes avert before Mal picks her up by the chin. “Could we have a moment?” 

Tiana, Kathryn,  and her darling Ruby vacate the room in search of additional cheeses downstairs. 

“I’m sorry.” 

Mal sits back on the bench at the end of Regina’s bed. “I don’t want you to be sorry. I want one of my dearest friends to trust me again.” 

“It isn’t that.” 

Jovial eyes and a sardonic smile meet Regina’s through the mirror as Mal rises to assist her with the circular necklace that kisses the top of her cleavage. “You’re protective. This is the first time you’ve attempted an adult relationship with an outsider at that. It is also safe to say it’s the first time you’ve been with someone and feel a great deal about them that someone in your inner circle has as well.” 

“I’m not just a little out of practice. I have not been in this particular field. Ever.” 

The briefest of smirks accompany Mal’s next words. “Now, now, I know the look of a woman Emma Swan has had her hands on. And, I know the look of you with a lover. I’m sorry I wasn’t forthcoming. I didn’t want to get in the way. Hell, I wasn’t even sure until we got on that plane that it was THE Emma Swan.” 

“You said you weren’t sure if it was her or not.” 

“Emma Swan isn’t exactly a name only that particular blonde from New York City can use.” One glance over Regina’s outfit. “She is going to eat you up, dear.” 

Closing her eyes along with her deep inhalation and holding of breath, Regina does not open them until her nerves ease somewhat. When she does she is met with nothing short of support and love. That which has always been found between them. 

“That is the idea.” 

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As the girls leave the scene, removing any evidence as well as Imani. Regina finds there are about twenty minutes to spare. The things Emma could do with those twenty minutes, she imagines wistfully as she puts on her face. 

With every second that passes she feels a familiar mix of heady arousal and the newer addition of nerves running their course. This is as sure as she has ever been of something and yet, entirely new territory. That is something she feels 100% certain about.  Willing herself to breathe she turns on a bit of music to steal what nervous energy it can before Emma’s arrival. Dancing out some of it as the time wound down. They had not even spent that much time together but the invisible tether tightened. With it, the shadow of a figure graced her front door. 

A certain gratefulness filled her being. 

Together again. 

Within Emma’s arms is a clear, glass vase filled with multi-levels of crimson, pink, and light red roses.  As Regina’s eyes rose, her breath courtesy of the Maine wind filled her lungs with the blonde’s delectable scent. Everything that was not made up of the two of them fell away. 

A soft gasp that belonged to Emma filled the space between them. 

What follows is an enraptured blonde standing stock still with the most hungry expression known to a woman on her face. “Might I come in?” 

“Please.” Regina moves to the side, delighting in the flower arrangement. Directing them to a table where their full glory would be most appreciated. The moment her hands are free, Emma pulls Regina flush against her. “These are gorgeous.” 

“Nothing compares to you.” Just when Regina anticipates Emma kissing her she’s back at arm’s length, shaking her head and enjoying every single inch of the brunette on display. “For me?” 

When Regina smiles, Emma only broadens. “I wasn’t entirely certain myself but the girls…” 

Twinkling hazel eyes and lips that belong to her dreams place a kiss upon each cheek. “Well played, ladies. You should be certain of any such endeavors in the future. Miss Mills, your Audi R8 awaits.” 

The most joyful laugh escapes Emma as they step down Regina’s porch when the brunette spots the bright yellow supercar in her driveway. “You didn’t.” 

“I didn’t. The look on your face was worth it though.” Emma escorts her to the passenger side, opening the door and seeing that Regina is nestled safely in the seat. Backing away a step, she pauses the door in hand. “Are you sure I cannot persuade you to allow me…” 

“No.” Regina’s tone is firm as she only barely resists the urge to pull Emma in by her tie and kiss her in full view of the neighbors. “However you may certainly continue this evening.” 

“At your request.” 

Once Emma is seated, with her door closed she resists the urge to accost Regina then and there. Their time in New York was rushed, and quiet. That much the blonde gleaned from the offside comments Regina made on their phone calls following. Still, she was happy to spend the evenings disappearing into her swan’s bed even so. 

That certainly never kept anyone’s attention. 

Backing from the driveway, Emma feathers the gas pedal as her windows roll up. Clearing Mifflin and down the main drag she pulls over just before ‘Leaving Storybrooke.’

She notes the look of panic rising in Regina, “Is something wrong with the vehicle or have you changed your mind?” 

Emma huffs lightly. “On the contrary, I was merely wondering if you’d enjoy something a little…more.” 

“More?” 

“I find it difficult to concentrate on the road with such beauty beside me. Would you be interested in driving this machine?”

“To drive I’d need to know where we’re going.” Challenges Regina and an enraptured Emma leans over, stealing her breath and a kiss. The part of Emma thrumming alive quiets to a bearable level. She wants this without rhyme or reason. 

None will suffice. 

“A few towns over there’s another fishing village.” 

“You’re taking us to Stevenson?”

Another much slower kiss is followed by a nod. “Is that alright?” 

“I love how quiet it is there.” 

“For now. Back to the driving scenario?” Emma wiggles her eyebrows and Regina bursts into laughter at the unexpected motion. 

“Yes, Emma. I’ll take over.” Any attempt to not appear overeager fails as soon as the growing smile wins out when Regina gets behind the wheel. The tinge of nerves peaks through as Regina glances her way. 

“You look even better behind the wheel.” 

No camera can accurately capture the devastating magnitude of a Mill’s eye-roll. “Save it for later, Swan.” 

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“It pleases me to know that you aren’t horrified with your surprise.” Regina breaks the silence once they are sat and wine flows over her tongue. 

Emma partakes in a glass as well. It spreads warmth and relaxation throughout her eager body. She needed something to ground her and it is doing precisely that. Over the blonde’s glass of wine, she lightly tutts her tongue. “I'm thinking of about forty different scenarios for how I'd enjoy showing you how much I appreciate an outfit that is well put together."

"Is that why you've been so quiet?"

Emma's eyes had repeatedly needed to pry themselves from the cleavage of her shirtlessness beneath her blazer. She adjusts the cufflinks at her wrist. "From this moment forth I plan to be a most engaging date and not some..."

“Schoolgirl with a crush?" This felt nice. Being the one to render Emma completely at her mercy. A feat that Regina would not have guessed a simple outfit capable of.

"Yes. That." Her blinding smile paints Regina a heated pink. "You know a touch embarrassed is my favorite look on you."

"It is nice to be appreciated."

Movement off to Emma's right draws her eyes to a man pointedly and slack-jawed taking Regina in.  With no fanfare, Emma asks him, "Do we have a problem?"

"No. No problem." He rubs at the back of his neck, quickly shifting his weight. Eyes still rather enamored with the brunette. Not that Emma blames him. She also fights a losing battle while remaining focused."It's been a while, Regina."

Brown eyes cut sharply to the man. "We still have a lifetime longer to go."

"I deserve that."

The ice queen Regina stood in stark contrast to her fiery ensemble. "If you don't mind..."

"You look fantastic. Are you seeing anyone?"

Emma chortles a bit in her wine before she finds Regina looking at her, pausing before answering. "What I'm doing no longer concerns you in any capacity."

Daniel doesn't read between the lines. "You look stunning."

"Emma," Her hand comes out, and ever the gentlelady, the brown-haired man of seemingly some deal of importance shakes her hand.

"Daniel Colter. A pleasure to meet yo,u Miss..."

"Swan."

"Miss Swan," He nods, his repetition complete. "You're lovely as well."

"I'd thank you but I'm not sure who you are."

"Emma, meet my ex-husband." Regina beats him to the punch.

"Ah." Taking a long look behind her Emma's smile never falters and she even heartily shakes his hand. "So I should be thanking you for making this evening possible."

He's shaking her hand and confused. "This evening?"

"I imagine you wouldn't have allowed anyone, let alone another woman, to take your wife for a date."

When it's clear Emma has Regina's rapt attention as well as Daniel's she releases him. "No. I don't suppose I would."

"Smarter than you appear, Mr. Colter. Not too smart though, and I like that in men." Her hundred-watt smile makes him feel about three feet tall. "I appreciate whatever it was that you did to set my Regina free so that I may enjoy her company."

"Wow." He mouths mostly to himself before expelling a harsh breath of air. "You ladies have a lovely evening."

By the time Emma sits back down, Regina muses aloud. "Here you nearly had me believing you never discuss anything about your partners."

"Had I an inkling of his existence beforehand I'd have stopped him earlier." Regina's heeled foot brushes against the back of Emma's calf. "Let me know if I need to take care of him as well."

To this, Regina snorts in the most unladylike fashion. "I assure you he's going home with his tail tucked between his legs."

"If he knows what's good for him."

"You must have questions."

"Five W's."

"Daniel Colter. We were high school sweethearts. Married much to my parent’s dissatisfaction shortly after high school completely dead-set on beginning a family soon thereafter...or I was. He was happy to 'shoot his shot' as many times as we could. I'm not the most patient woman so when that didn't work I began going through all the motions of adoption. My mother is well-connected far beyond our little town and when she retired from the government, even served as the Mayor of Storybrooke. She put me in touch with an agency and helped me secure letters of recommendation. It still took a while but I would not have it any other way looking back."

“Neither would I. Imani is your entire world."

Regina smiles at her mention. "That quickly became a problem in my marriage. Well, that and the fact that I began pursuing politics after my mother. I didn't have the time and devotion a man required.That and…” Regina pauses and Emma leans forward. 

“That and?” She picks up.

“It turns out I didn’t know my husband all that well.” Regina traces over her wine glass with her pointer finger. Eyes hard and glued to the liquids surface.  “Daniel told me he could never see her as his daughter just before her fifth birthday party. And he’d never be able to because she is biracial. After that, every action or inaction since she came into our lives snapped into focus.”

The tinge of color to Emma’s features tells the story of her heartache and frustration. "He is not worthy of either of you.”

"Thank you for not being ashamed of me."

Emma blinks hard before taking the hand across from her to place a soft kiss across Regina’s knuckles. "There is no shame to be had. Let us finish dinner then take a stroll at dusk?"

Once more the blonde refuses Regina’s attempts to pay though her mindset has shifted a bit. Emma threads their fingers together as they walk along the quiet, moonlight path of a nearby parkway. Though they cross paths with a few townsfolk the quiet cacophony of animal and insect alike make it easy to fall into a rhythm. 

“Tonight has been amazing.” Regina shivers as the words flow out.

Shedding her coat, Emma wraps it around Regina. “Please forgive me for not having you dress for the weather. You deserve more nights like this, Miss Mills.” 

“Won’t you catch a chill?” 

“I have the thought of you to keep me warm.” 

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After picking up the Audi, Regina follows the GPS command to the Air BNB nearby.

Emma pours what will be the last of their beverages for the conversation ahead while turning on the fireplace. The heat it generates and the beauty of it dancing across Regina’s features consume Emma. Taking her place next to the brunette dampens that naught as she hands off the second glass of red wine. 

“Tonight has been lovely.” Regina comments, eyes dropping to Emma’s lips time and again. 

Still, Emma abstains. The warmth of the fireplace quickly replaced the chill in her bones from their brief walk through the park.

Emma’s hand finds her own again and she finally pulls her glance upwards to an ultra-serious expression. “I must ask you something.”

“Alright.” Regina brushes a thumb over Emma’s knuckles. 

“Do you feel safe with me?” 

“Yes.” She appears on the verge of brief laughter and aroused curiosity. “I will admit what’s happened between us caught me off-guard. Knowing who you were and getting to know you… has been the gift that continues to give. I know our daughter feels the   missing piece of her heart was found.” 

“And you feel that way?” 

“I feel strongly for you, yes.” 

Emma was steering blind.

This was beyond what she hoped already though Regina was about to get up close and personal with the truth of Emma. There was no way forward without it, as terrifying a prospect as it was. What Regina opted to do with this information was anyone’s guess. 

So Emma stalls only a few seconds longer to take her into her senses. “I’m going to tell you something and I want you to be completely honest with yourself and me. Can you do that?” 

“I’m not one to mince words.”

“As you may or may not suspect, I am not like everyone else in personal or professional arrangements.” Emma turns to face Regina completely. "Still, I find myself drawn to you. More than as a friend. I want to explore what lies beneath the surface."

As the words left Emma’s lips, she saw a flicker of emotion pass across Regina’s face. Her expression remained largely unreadable, the familiar mask of composure settling back into place. But at the edges of her lips, the briefest of smiles appeared—a smile so small, so subtle, it could have easily been dismissed by anyone not paying close attention.

Regina’s eyes, however, told a different story. They locked onto Emma’s with an intensity that made her breath hitch. It was as though Regina’s thoughts were a tangible force, pressing against her. She didn’t react immediately, which only heightened the tension between them. She seemed to be calculating, assessing—perhaps even deciding whether she could allow herself to be drawn in, to let her guard slip even slightly.

The silence between them stretched out, thick and heavy, yet charged with something magnetic. There was an undeniable pull, an unspoken invitation in the way Regina leaned in just enough to suggest she was drawn toward Emma despite herself. But just as quickly, the moment shifted, replaced by a glint in Regina’s eyes—something Emma couldn’t quite identify. Amusement? Interest? It was impossible to be certain.

Finally, Regina’s voice broke the silence, soft but tinged with an edge of challenge.

“You’re bold, aren’t you?”

Though phrased as a question, it carried the weight of a statement—an acknowledgment. That faint smile, lingering at the corners of Regina’s lips, sent a jolt through Emma. She could tell that Regina was intrigued, her words almost daring Emma to push further, to see if she could hold her ground.

But it wasn’t just the words; it was everything about the way Regina held herself. Her posture betrayed nothing yet radiated quiet authority. Even in the smallest gestures—the slight tilt of her head, the unwavering gaze—Regina remained in control.

And yet, beneath that control, Emma caught a glimpse of something else. It was fleeting, almost imperceptible, but it was there—a flicker of vulnerability, carefully concealed behind the walls Regina had built. Emma knew, instinctively, that if she pressed forward, if she dared to take the next step, she might uncover more of what lay beneath.

So she waited. The tension hung in the air, thick and unyielding. Emma couldn’t help but wonder if Regina was waiting too, silently challenging her to make the next move. Would she rise to the challenge? Or would she, like so many others, falter in the face of Regina’s guarded demeanor?

Regardless, Emma couldn’t tear her eyes away. Regina had her exactly where she wanted her. And despite all the defenses, all the reserve, Emma couldn’t shake the feeling that Regina was letting her in—just enough to hint at the depths hidden beneath the surface.

Emma's lips curled into a playful smile, her confidence unwavering despite the tension between them. She tilted her head slightly, her eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and sincerity.

"Only when it’s worth it," she replied, her voice steady but laced with warmth. "And something tells me this is."

She let the words hang in the air, meeting Regina’s gaze head-on, silently daring her to respond.

“Please, continue.” 

Emma’s smile lingered as she studied Regina, the air between them charged with unspoken possibilities. She leaned forward slightly, her tone still warm but layered with a quiet confidence.

“Have you ever thought about Dominance and Submission?” Emma asked, her voice low, and measured, yet leaving no room for misunderstanding.

Regina blinked, her mask of composure flickering for the briefest moment before she regained it. “I’ve heard of it,” she said evenly, her lips curving into a small, teasing smile. “But my knowledge is… elementary, at best. Why? Are you planning to educate me?”

Emma chuckled softly, the sound rich and unhurried. “Maybe,” she replied, her gaze steady, openly appraising Regina’s reaction.

Regina leaned back in her chair, her fingers brushing lightly along the edge of her wine glass. “Hmm,” she mused, her tone playful, yet carrying an undertone of challenge. “I suppose you’d expect me to be the dominant one. You do strike me as someone who likes a bit of control, after all.”

Emma’s breath caught for the briefest second, but her smile only widened. She let the teasing jab linger before responding, her voice softer, almost coaxing. “Would that be your preference?”

Regina’s eyes narrowed slightly, amusement dancing within them. “I think the real question is whether you could handle that.”

Emma’s laugh came easily, but there was a glimmer of heat in her gaze now, her interest unmistakable. She leaned forward just enough to close some of the space between them. “Oh, Regina,” she said, her tone carrying the weight of unshakable certainty, “you’d be surprised what I can handle. But you might also be surprised by what I’d prefer.”

Emma let her words settle, her gaze locked with Regina’s as she watched for any reaction. When Regina’s lips quirked into a small, intrigued smile, Emma decided to leap, her voice warm but firm as she began to explain.

“Dominance and Submission,” she started, her tone conversational, “is about trust and power exchange. It’s not just about who’s in control; it’s about understanding each other’s limits, needs, and desires. For me, it’s about creating a safe space where both people feel free to explore who they are.”

Regina’s brow arched slightly, her interest piqued. “So, it’s not just… bossing someone around?”

Emma chuckled softly, shaking her head. “Not at all. It’s about connection. For a submissive, it’s about letting go and surrendering control to someone they trust completely. And for a dominant, it’s about guiding that experience with care and respect. It’s not something you rush into—it’s something you build, step by step.”

Regina leaned back in her chair, her fingers brushing absently against the stem of her wineglass. She seemed to be weighing Emma’s words carefully before speaking. “That sounds... intimate,” she admitted, her voice quieter now, contemplative.

“It is,” Emma agreed, her tone softening. “But it can also be as light or as deep as you want it to be. It’s not one-size-fits-all. Everyone’s dynamic is different.”

Regina tilted her head, curiosity glinting in her dark eyes. “And where do you fall in all of this?”

Emma didn’t hesitate. “I’m a dominant,” she said simply, her gaze steady. “It’s who I am. I thrive in that role—leading, protecting, creating structure. But it only works if the other person is just as invested, just as willing to explore.”

Regina studied her for a long moment, then smiled—a real, genuine smile this time. “You’re very passionate about it.”

Emma shrugged lightly, her own smile tugging at her lips. “I am. But it’s not for everyone, and that’s okay.”

Regina’s fingers stilled on the glass, and she leaned forward slightly, her voice dropping into something more thoughtful. “And if someone… wanted to explore? Say, the idea of being a submissive? What would that look like?”

Emma’s heart skipped at the question, but she kept her composure, her voice steady as she replied. “It starts with communication. We’d talk about your boundaries, your curiosities, and what you’re comfortable with. It could be as simple as following a few directions, or it could be more structured. It’s all about mutual consent and trust.”

Regina’s lips pressed together, her gaze thoughtful. Finally, she spoke, her voice lighter but carrying a hint of vulnerability. “I can’t promise I’d be any good at it, but… I might be curious enough to try.”

Emma’s smile softened, her eyes warm as she leaned forward slightly, bridging the space between them. “Curiosity is a good start,” she said gently. “And trust me, Regina—you don’t have to be ‘good’ at anything. It’s about discovering what feels right for you.”

Regina’s smile grew, and for the first time that evening, Emma saw a flicker of something unguarded in her expression—something hopeful, maybe even excited. “Well,” Regina murmured, her voice playful again but laced with sincerity, “you might just have your hands full with me, Miss Swan.”

Emma laughed, the sound rich and genuine, her heart racing with the promise of what lay ahead. “I’m counting on it,” she replied, her tone warm and full of quiet certainty.

Regina’s fingers idly traced the delicate gold chain of her bracelet. “What makes you think I’d make a good submissive?” she asked, her tone curious but measured.

Emma’s gaze softened, her smile thoughtful. “A few things,” she began. “Your poise and composure, for starters. You carry yourself with such confidence and control, but I’ve noticed moments where you’re willing to defer to others, to step back when it feels right. And from what I’ve heard, you’re quite meticulous about following rules and protocols—Imani even said you’re a stickler for them. That kind of respect for structure and authority tells me you see the value in guidance and direction.”

She paused, her voice softening further as her eyes met Regina’s. “But more than that, there’s a sense of controlled vulnerability about you. It’s subtle, but it suggests you’re open—open to being cared for, to letting someone else lead when the moment calls for it. It’s a rare balance, and I think it makes you uniquely suited for something like this.”

Emma tips up Regina’s chin so their eyes meet. “It’s the way you automatically lower your gaze when I’m near and show me particular attention. Even when others are around.”

There is a beat of breath hanging between them. 

It is completely charged by the endless curiosity in brown eyes. There was no fight when Emma made their eyes meet. 

There is a beat of a breath hanging between them. “Have you already accepted what happens between us if I cannot agree to this?”

Emma leaned back slightly, her expression soft but serious. “Then it isn’t. This isn’t about forcing anything or fitting into a mold. It’s about the discovery of what feels right for you. If that doesn’t resonate that’s okay.” 

She paused, her gaze steady and reassuring. “But if you’re curious enough to explore, we can take it one step at a time. No pressure, no expectations. Just a conversation about what you want—or don’t want. Either way, it’s your choice, Regina. Always.”

Regina’s next question cuts right to the chase. “Is Mallory a contact I can expect to find?” 

At that, Emma blinks a few times. “I can see why you may think but no. I meant my training under other Dominants.”

“Clearly, the two of you ended on good terms. She thinks highly of you.”

“Likewise. What Mallory and I had ended years ago. Amicably.”

“I do understand.” Regina drops her hand to top Emma’s. “I enjoy being with you.” 

“And I with you.” Emma tucks a stray few hairs back behind Regina’s ear. “If I have not made this clear, you are under no obligations.”

“May I make one promise now?” 

“Only if it is one you can keep.” 

A soft kiss breaks through the heaviness between them. “Whatever we decide, it will not impact your relationship with our daughter. I want your word that you won’t cut her off either because of me. She would be devastated.” 

Emma blinks roughly a time or two. “Never.” Her eyes fall to Regina’s lips. Kissing Regina as slowly as she desires. Reveling in the taste of her lips and the electricity building. 

She thought burning up was likely to decrease and it may well have subsided until Regina undoes the simple two-buttons on her blazer. It falls open to reveal tan flesh but maintains modesty. Somehow carefully remaining over each breast. Taunting Emma to sit up straighter. 

Kissing a fine line down Regina’s neck. 

Tan hands cup the back of Emma’s head, cradling her where the services are desired. Quite clearly speaking up. “I’d like to go to bed with you but I understand if you don’t- because I haven’t agreed to living fully in your world.”  Right then Regina felt Emma’s smile between her breasts. 

“It would be our world in every sense of the word.” 

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The warmth of all that Regina is surrounds Emma. She murmures into Regina’s shoulder a promise of, “Not being done with her yet.” 

“Yet?” Regina inhales the scent of freshly washed linens and sex that now permeates the air. Her cheek came to rest on the pillowcase in front of her.

Yet was now the singularly most dangerous word in the English language. 

The back of Regina’s fingertips trails down one of Emma’s arms. She smiles at the toughness of it. She was strong both mentally and physically. “Both a promise and a threat if I ever heard one.” 

Emma’s head rises from her perch between tanned thighs. “If yes has become no we stop immediately.” 

“No,” Regina’s strokes along Emma’s cheek. “I might fetch a glass of water though. Would you like one?” Regina is up from beneath her and feels Emma’s eyes tracking her. Snagging the robe hung up by the door and wrapping it around herself. 

“Yes.” 

Her return sees Emma watching her as Regina unties the robe to rejoin her in bed. “May I help you?” 

“Are you enjoying yourself?” 

Regina dares to laugh. “I had forgotten what it felt like to be with a woman.” 

“You could have anyone you desire.” 

Regina takes a gingerly sip of her water. “It’s different being a single mother and the mayor in a small town compared to  somewhere like New York where not everybody knows your name.” 

“Point taken.” Emma feels her lips tilt unhappily.  

The feeling of Regina lowering herself onto Emma’s chest, tracing lightly against her abdomen. “I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth but I’ve wanted to taste you all evening.” 

Emma’s heart hammers in her chest. Bingo. “Not tonight.” 

The slight deflation at that did kick up Emma's heart rate. Nothing short of a crooked grin answered the brunette. The very one taking Emma’s water and placing it beside her on the bedside table. Seemingly drawn to the darkness in Emma’s eyes. “Caught your breath yet, Swan?” 

Oh, the sight of Regina wearing nothing more than a smile. 

Emma captures her passionately in a kiss. Pinning her beneath which honestly seemed like the one place Regina was happiest. “Glib, Miss Mills.” Regina inhales sharply. Emma’s fingertips dance along rapidly re-slickening thighs.

“I don’t believe you’re going to change that.” 

The barb hits Emma right in her smirk. “Such a smart mouth.” 

“What a shame you won’t allow me to use it.” Majestic eyes take in every twitch of Emma’s expressions, as that smirking mouth dips to her nipple. The perfect combination of tender, and rough, playing out to her symphony. Drawing each moment to its height, and pushing that line farther. 

“Yes.” Emma agrees tauntingly from Regina’s chest. “What a shame indeed.” Her rise sees Regina follow. The brunette’s body is eager to give in to another wave of pleasure after their brief rest period. She shudders on the cusp. “You can let go, Regina.” 

She inhales quickly, followed by pelvic muscles clamping down on every beautifully stroking digit Emma offered. Following the rhythm and maximizing the blissed-out, misty-eyed expression the brunette bore. Regina nuzzled against her neck as the last wave washed over her. 

Feeling the hard swallow Emma did as her lips followed behind the nuzzling. “I don’t want to let go one more time if you aren’t letting go with me.” 

“I can only go once. Which I used about your third orgasm.” 

Regina shakes her head, resuming her trail to Emma’s collarbone. She strokes along Emma’s sex to a sharp inhale. “Letting go can be beautiful for both of us.” 

“I’m telling you…” but her words fall short as Regina feverishly works against her. The amount of surprise behind Emma’s eyes and the haughty look they create in Regina’s as Emma fights. 

She fights until she isn’t. 

Until both her and Regina’s moans answer to one another. Emma’s eyes seal themselves shut but the brunette nips at her much to her displeasure. “Be with me.” 

Nearly appearing as though she were about to withdraw from the moment completely, Emma doubles down. Her quiet moans and soft panting create a renewed need within her partner. “I already want you again.” 

Regina does the damndest thing and smiles. “Show me.” 

And Emma does. Coming undone beautifully and collapsing with the brunette beauty.

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Before her eyes open, Regina is in Emma’s arms. She lost count of how many orgasms were gifted her way. Her fingertips ran across the goddess-like beauty beneath them. The blonde shuddered. 

“Tickle?” She husks. 

“I- don’t know.” Regina kisses the column of her throat. “What are you doing?” 

The brunette pops up with a bit of side-eye at her bed companion. “I’m kissing you. Is that still okay?” 

“Why?” 

“You were extremely generous last night. May I not show you a similar kindness?” 

Emma’s chin drops so she can meet Regina’s eyes. More alluring even in the sunlight. “I need to have you again.” 

Regina glances over her at the alarm clock. Giving a stretch to awaken her body. Pressing a kiss to Emma’s collarbone. She is off the bed with not a single look back as she enters the master bathroom. “Come along, dear.” 

The sight of cream-colored sheets pulling down Regina’s body inspired a fresh wave of arousal through Emma. The gentle prompting to follow was heeded instantly. Curiosity and arousal swirl into one. 

Her eyes drink at the sight of the brunette eagerly. 

It was unusual in the way that Emma found herself wanting more. More at the sight of Regina pushing her hair back to wet it. More at the sight of those hands running down the back of her neck and trailing over her breasts. Even still when green eyes rise to find a knowing smile upon unpainted lips. 

“Allow me.” Stepping into the gentle spray of warm water. 

Giving a cursory glance to the shower and a bit of approval filled her. Regina enjoyed order as much as she did.  Almost as much as the impromptu neck massage leading into her scalp. “That feels nice.” 

No response comes as Emma continues to tend to her every whim. Fully ensnaring her into a blissed-out state. One where she is pliable to nonverbal suggestions to open wide. One where she trembles from their first touch to their last. 

Emma leaves the shower first but there is a fresh towel awaiting Regina. The blonde moves through the bathroom as though she owns the entire house. Quickly dressed in her designer clothing. “Have you given thought to your outfit for today?” 

Regina is still completely enamored with watching the other woman dress. It was an artform. Everything fits the blonde. Perfectly accentuating the feminine and leaving nothing by the way of wondering. “In the closet.” 

Toweling her hair along the way, Regina opens another door and allows Emma inside. “Valentino? Nice. I have the same one.” There was more than one outfit tucked away in the closet on a hanger. Emma pauses at a red dress with a black and gold belt. “Oh my.” 

There is a small smile on Regina’s lips. “I think I’ll wear the red dress. I packed stockings just in case and there is a blazer in front of the Valentino. My stilettos are by the front door.” 

“The weather did suggest it would be cool today.” 

“Is that what made you pause at the dress?” Regina’s eyes shine brightly as she begins to undo the towel. Emma slows her with a hand on her wrist. 

“It was not the only thing. If you have no objections.” 

“If I did, you would be the first to hear about it.” 

“There is that smart mouth again.” 

Yet Emma’s smile leaves nothing in the way of wondering if she is pleased by such a thing. 

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Breakfast was ready when Regina made her way downstairs. 

A platter of biscuits and gravy with a side of bacon and scrambled eggs. Topping it all off was a radiant Emma Swan. The sun's rays alight her hair in gold. Before Regina got a word out edgewise, a cup of coffee was placed by the blonde beside her. “I hope you don’t mind my pitiful attempt to cook for you. Imani may have tipped me off that it was your favorite breakfast.”

The last time she slept this good, Emma had put her to bed. Now, this. Coffee met her with precisely the amount of sugar and creamer as she hooked an arm about Emma’s waist. Head resting against the back of her shoulder and the heated coffee resting against the granite countertop. “I’m not-”

“A morning person. I know.” Her Swan seemed as playful as ever. “I thought I would make you breakfast.” 

“I’d love that.”

“Perhaps we could revisit the walk from the other night if it pleases you.”

“I’m afraid to admit that I miss you when you’re gone. It makes our time together seem like a dream. I want to spend every second that we have to live that way.” 

“Together then.” Emma kisses her temple. “I’ll fix your plate. Go on. Enjoy your coffee.” 

Deciding to do just that Regina sits and is served. Even with the bravada Emma displayed she could see nerves just beneath that. Nerves are directly connected to the preparation of breakfast. While Emma typically observed her with eyes most keen on the inner questions and working of her mind, this time tapped her fingers along the table. 

Waiting and watching with bated breath. 

“Did Imani tell you about the chipped beef?” 

“Mmm. She did.” 

Regina shakes her head. “Do you think she has any idea?” 

“Honestly, I’m not certain. She is both perceptive and still fairly naive. Sometimes it isn’t as obvious as others. Do you think she thinks anything of our friendship?” 

Blowing lightly on her coffee Regina watches Emma over the heated beverage. “I don’t believe so. We speak openly about nearly all things. She’s asked if I ever had a crush on a friend before. A female friend. I shared that I have. We had a pretty in-depth conversation about it before I realized she may be speaking more about herself than me.” 

“Have you had a relationship with a woman?” 

“Once. Briefly after my marriage. It too ended amicably.” 

A twinkling-eyed blonde merely smiled and tilted her head. “Part of the inner circle?” 

“Yes.” 

“Hm.” Emma sipped her coffee, enjoying wheat toast and eggs. “Not Mallory.” 

“No.  Kathryn is one of my oldest friends. We had low-level experimentation as girls. Briefly rekindling it after many glasses of wine and my divorce.”

“Kathryn…she’s the other blonde, right?” 

“Yes. Why?” 

To this, Emma merely grins. “Merely curious.” 

The atmosphere between them was warm, quiet, and intimate, the kind of setting that invited vulnerability. Emma sat back, her cup of coffee resting in her hand as she looked at Regina across the small space. The flicker of curiosity in Regina’s own eyes told Emma this was the right time to broach the subject.

“I guess the biggest thing for me,” Emma began, her voice steady but soft, “is understanding what you want out of this. Not just what you’re curious about, but what would make you feel safe and excited. What draws you to the idea of letting someone else take the reins?”

Regina paused, her fingers lightly grazing the warmth of her mug. She seemed to be searching for the right words, and when she finally spoke, her tone was thoughtful. “It’s… hard to put into words. I’ve spent so much of my life in control, making decisions, taking charge. The idea of stepping back, of being able to trust someone else with that… it feels freeing. Scary, but freeing.”

Emma nodded, her lips curving into a small, encouraging smile. “That’s a good place to start. For me, being dominant isn’t about taking power from someone. It’s about sharing it—building a dynamic where you feel seen and cared for, where you can let go without feeling vulnerable in a bad way.”

Regina leaned slightly forward, her gaze steady but tinged with curiosity. “And for you? What does it mean to lead in that way?”

Emma hesitated for a moment, choosing her words carefully. “For me, it’s about responsibility,” she said, her voice warm but firm. “I don’t just want to take control—I want to earn it. I want you to feel like you can trust me like I’m guiding us both in a direction that feels right. It’s about balance, not one of us overshadowing the other.”

Regina tilted her head, her lips curving into a small smile that Emma recognized as equal parts intrigue and shyness. “And what would you want from me?”

Emma chuckled softly, the sound filling the quiet space between them. “Honesty, first and foremost. If something feels good, say it. If something doesn’t, say that too. And… openness. I want to see the parts of you you don’t show everyone else. That’s where the connection is for me.”

Regina’s smile lingered, her eyes dropping briefly before meeting Emma’s again. “You make it sound so... personal.”

Emma reached out then, her hand brushing lightly against Regina’s, her touch gentle but sure. “It is personal. For both of us,” she said, her voice dropping slightly. “And that’s why it’s worth taking the time to figure out what this could look like for us—no rules we don’t agree on, no expectations we don’t set together.”

Regina’s hand remained where it was, her fingers curling ever so slightly in response. Emma could see the hesitation and hope mingling in her expression, and it made her heart ache in the best way. She had no intention of rushing this, not with someone as remarkable as Regina.

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Emma has gone out for a brief run leaving Regina to her thoughts. Thoughts that were full of the blonde, and all that the future might hold for them. What she fails to realize is that Emma has just entered the home behind her and leans over the back of the couch to press a kiss on her cheek. 

“You’re probably annoyed by all my questions but I have another.” 

“Not in the least. Go on.” The blonde takes the space beside Regina happier that what is developing between them promises to be more fruitful than she ever dared imagine. 

“Am I the first person you’ve been with outside of the lifestyle?” 

Running her hands along her thighs Emma calmly answers. “No. The first woman I was ever with certainly was not. Or if she was she failed tenets.” 

“And you didn’t enjoy it?” 

“Does anyone ever really know what to think their first time at anything? I certainly did not. Did you?”

“It felt like a natural progression although nothing really prepared me. My mother simply did not speak of it. I learned everything from my girlfriend's and sister's experiences. I was the last one to lose it but the first to have a boyfriend if you can believe that.” 

Emma’s fingertips play at the back of Regina’s shoulder. “Was Daniel as gentle as he seemed?” 

“He was as gentle as we were clumsy as anyone else.” 

“So I was right in thanking him.” 

“In a way.” Regina’s smile is softer than normal but not worrying. “Emma you’re entrusting me with a great deal. I wish there was some way I could show you that I appreciate the gift you’ve given me in that.” 

“There is.” 

“Will you tell me?” 

There were not enough words in the English language to describe the fire behind Emma’s eyes or the way her smile warmed Regina’s core. “Prepare dinner with me if you would.” 

“Is that all?” 

The oncoming kiss was heavily laced with the aphrodisiac that was Emma Swan. “You seem so disappointed.” 

Regina flushes at the accuracy of that particular call-out looking away. “I’m not. I promise.” 

“No act of submission is ever small,” Emma repeats in the shell of Regina’s ear. 

Kissing just below Regina’s ear, Emma is up, up, and away before she can even react. 

When Regina joins her a few minutes later, Emma has oil in the skillet and the steaks they selected after their mid-morning walk through Stevenson come to room temperature.  

“If you want neither of us to be potentially poisoned it’s probably best for you to take the lead here.” Emma’s honesty is just enough that the brunette takes the place in front of her after washing her hands. Immensely delighted in the blonde resting her chin on top of her shoulder. 

“Gladly, in that case.” Regina takes over preparations. “I have a surprise for you.”

“Don’t tell me. Show me.” She murmurs into dark hair. This reaction is slower but Regina borrows one of Emma’s hands around her waist, trailing it up her dress. Shivering at the tentative touch. “Madame Mayor, you’re positively scandalous out of your natural habitat.”

“Oh.” Regina knew Emma excited her greatly but while talented fingers stroked against her increasingly wet center only upped everything she felt. “Normally? No.” 

“Hm, what’s changed?” 

“I met someone who sees all I am and knows there is so much more to discover.” 

Emma leaves a trail of kisses along Regina’s neck. Nudging hair along the back out of her way as needed. Stroking tauntingly around a clit that begged for attention. “I need you, again.” 

“Yes.” Regina agrees before Emma even finishes her statement. 

“I need to know that you feel comfortable telling me no. Do you understand?” 

“Yes.” Her hips jumped forward in an attempt to create friction as the effort on Emma’s part slowed to nearly non-existent. 

“Tell me no.” 

Instruction or not, Regina was already so lost in what she felt it was difficult to concentrate. Emma’s proximity, the perfect amount of torturous pressure as if pale digits owned her body at every touch. Particularly the southern hemisphere in these precious few seconds. 

What happens next is Emma’s free-hand fists in wavy raven tresses. Not enough to hurt but it garners attention at once from the moan it creates alone.  “As beautiful as a symphony, that is, you need to concentrate.” She nips near Regina’s jugular. Soothing the hiss with the flat of her tongue along the transgression. “Let us try again.” 

“Believe it or not Miss Swan I can tell you no just fine. I don’t want to.” Regina’s hand fell on top of Emma’s encouraging more pressure where it was craved. Satisfied when it increased and reached back to encourage Emma to remain close. 

“You, my dear, are responsible for dinner. I prefer medium-rare on mine,” Her voice tickles the sensitive area behind Regina’s ear now, and oh how the obvious amusement does other things to add to Emma’s flame. “You stop. I stop.” 

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One thing Emma does not allow is the chef to be the last one to eat. Plating risotto and filets, she ushers a slightly shaky Regina into her chair. Pulling it out for the brunette and helping to adjust it to comfort. Then presenting her meal first eagerly rounding the table 

to partake in the heavenly-appearing meal so carefully prepared. 

Regina hurries to supply. “It may be a bit over medium-rare.”

Silverware finds its way back down onto the table at the shakiness of Regina’s tone. “Give me your hand please.” Once supplied, Emma takes it within herself and kisses it slowly. And then again. “I don’t care if it’s overdone. I’d much rather enjoy this meal with a woman whose company I enjoy immensely.” 

This seems to settle Regina. “Earlier…you mentioned that I wasn’t the first relationship outside of how you conduct your relationships now. That if she was she failed the tenets. May I know which of them she failed?” 

“Consensual.” 

The hand within her grasps around pale digits. It is the first time an inkling of shame has glossed over Emma’s features. The nervousness is prevalent in her trembling fingertips but she has yet to tell Regina she is unwilling to answer even a single question.

“You were how old?” 

Averting her eyes, “Thirteen.”

“I’m sorry?” 

A completely false smile tinges on Emma’s features. “It was a long time ago.”

“Emma, I am so-” There were many things Regina was so right now. One of them was angry as hell. 

“There is nothing for you to apologize for. It’s one of the many reasons that I am the way I am but I’m an adult and I’m in control now.” 

It was clear this was a demon Emma battled.

“Do your parents not know? Or was it kept quiet?” 

Emma’s head snaps in Regina’s direction her voice dropping. “It was kept quiet.” 

“I don’t know that there would be anything left to find if someone ever…” Regina trails off as a wave of emotion floods through her. “No. There wouldn’t be. They would find no regret from me either. Not a single ounce.” 

As heavy as this was, seeing the fire in Regina flooded Emma with warmth. The atmosphere was completely charged with words spoken and those not. Emma draws her attention by putting her hand overtop Regina’s. 

“Let us move on from this I don’t want to waste time dwelling in the past.” 

“I’m literally talking about murder, Emma.” 

“Only if they can prove it.” Emma winks and just like that she has captured Regina and quelled her emotions. 

“Emma, this isn’t funny.” 

The blonde nods, adding a quiet.  “I know.” 

Regina’s thumbs trace over Emma’s soft hands. “Sorry.” 

“What for?” 

“I don’t know. Snapping at you for how you chose to move forward after something like that in conversation. Using humor to deflect and protect.” 

“For the record, you aren’t snapping at me. As a mother with a daughter about the same age, I think your response is warranted. I would smile in my mugshot.” 

“Thank you for sharing it with me.” Regina squeezes Emma’s hands.

From this moment forward there was nothing Emma would not do to see herself and Regina write-over their pasts. Forging a bond that allows them to battle the darkest of demons. 

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Returning to Storybrooke knowing it was she who sated Regina’s secret urges caused the CEO to be in a most delightful mood. Even more so was the beaming smile Regina shot her way. Looking more relaxed than when their weekend began. Add to that the fact that their daughter greeted them the instant they made it to the mansion's doorway. 

Slamming into the blonde with the enthusiasm of an oversized puppy. “You’re back!”

“As are you. How was your time with Mallory and Ruby?” Emma’s hugging has improved but there remains a stiffness to all her acts of affection.

“Well, Ruby lets me do whatever I want. Until Mal catches us. Then while she’s giving us the ‘mom’ look, we go back to doing what we want. Usually, it ends with Ruby batting her long eyelashes and Mal is mush.”

“As if Rubes isn’t enough to keep Mal busy.” Regina is met with the same enthusiasm. Embracing her girl and realizing day by day that they are nearing eye level. Melancholy briefly tries to steal the show but she pushes it away. “You can slow down any time now.” 

Speaking in a language only they understood, Imani replies. “You wish, mama. Emma, are you staying for a little bit?” 

“If it’s alright with your mother.” 

The girl’s arms crossed before them both and she hit Emma squarely with some teenage attitude. “So you’ll be overnight. Got it.” 

“Is that alright with you?” Emma asks, pausing just inside the doorway.

“I’d keep you forever if I could.” She tosses behind her, leading them deeper into the house. Toward the kitchen specifically. What ensues is a bit of a snack party followed by homework and then a movie. 

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Standing in the doorway Emma observes the mother-daughter duo taking turns reading the small chapters from a book. When the shining hazel eyes of her mini-me raise to meet her own she beckons the still-standing blonde forward. “I don’t want to intrude on your thing.” 

“It’s a thing between me and my mom, it just so happens I have two moms.” 

A mirth-filled Regina barely has time to disguise her laugh as a cough in the crook of her elbow. “Nice try.” 

“Have you read this?” To that, Imani flashes the book cover as Emma turns her vanity stool into a chair to be closer to both woman and daughter. 

Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children.

“Young adult novels are my guilty pleasure.” Admits the blonde, accepting the book only when those tasks are complete.

“Em?” 

“Hm?” 

“Next time we go to New York, could I see your building in person?” 

“You may. We should treat Miss Meg and her daughter to lunch or dinner of their choosing.”

“Will Mazikeen be there?” She asks and something Regina told Emma during their brief getaway comes back to the blonde. 

“I believe they will be gone a while yet.” Imani snuggles into her other mother as Emma has yet to begin reading her section of passages. Skimming over the pages she is to read. A bit shy in that she absorbed the book the day it was released.

“-Em? If you’re tired we can read another time.” 

“No.” Emma snaps back into focus, breathing the word out quietly. 

Her voice enraptured mother and child bringing delicious energy to the story of Miss Peregrine and her children. The dynamic energy she calls forth brings her two captive listeners closer to where she sits though there is no need. Delighting in the mystical energy that is Emma Swan.

As the chapter draws to a close, Emma turns to find her captive audience wearing equal shades of awe. “How did I fare?” 

“I fear I’ll not live up to that performance.” Teases the mayor, an approving gleam in her eye. 

Before there can be an announcement of the end, Imani is quick to ask. “One more chapter?” 

Twin sets of hazel eyes look to Regina for a blessing. “If Emma feels up to it.” 

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Sliding beneath the sheets there is a distance between them. Perhaps a bit of paranoia was bringing it on but Regina felt it nonetheless. Until that absolute Goddess of a woman turned to her. “I’m sorry that you had to hear that earlier but it is necessary if you want to understand why I am the way I am.” 

Regina’s kiss is lightly against her cheek. “Do not apologize, not to me.” 

When Emma turns her way Regina sees so much uncertainty behind hazel eyes. “I’d like to do something.” 

“Okay…” Fluffing up the brunette’s pillow, Emma hunkers into her arms and a bit beneath the comforter. Allowing Regina to hold her even though the binder is propped up on her legs. 

“I will still answer anything you ask if you could ask it another day.” 

“Would you like me to put the binder away?” 

“No.” Emma’s fingertips run around the outside edge. “It’s comforting.” 

And so she reads. 

Trying as the blonde seems to find comfort in the words. Where curiosity abounds for herself. She becomes so entranced in the book that Emma’s arm going across her midsection nearly brings her out of her skin. Garnering a raised blonde brow. 

“You surprised me.” 

“Sorry.” Nuzzling back into Regina’s gentle embrace, Emma does appear especially so. She practically purrs at the onset of manicured nails through blonde hair.  With her body becoming heavier in bliss. “See anything of note?” 

“One of the first lines.” She feels Emma smiling. “Do women typically have more or fewer reservations when you approach them with this type of thing?”

“Fewer but it’s not a competition. I have not trained someone to serve me. Not a completely new submissive.” 

“You must like a challenge.” Regina’s felt the heat on her face ever since she read one of the earliest lines but now she has gone and drawn Emma’s attention to it as well. 

“I like you.” 

“Under fundamental terms, it lines up with everything you’ve already been doing. Allowing me to explore my sensuality. Checking in with me and I cannot help but think that this with you should I be brave enough to leap could be just about the best damn decision I’ve ever made.”

“It is important to me that you read this over several times. Write on it. Draw arrows, cross things off if you need to.” 

The book comes to a close and Regina tucks it into her nightstand. Her lips find Emma’s. Something she used to convey precisely how valued Emma already made her feel. Settling into the way the cool body beside her felt. Meeting hazel eyes and falling into the magnetic pools they were. 

“Though I suspect this is a rare occasion, I’m enjoying holding you.”

“You feel amazing.” 

First, the tension flees Emma’s jaw. Slowly down her shoulders as if the touch of Regina’s hands steals it away with every stroke. These are the last words Emma manages before sleep takes her.

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Chapter 7

In the two hours since Emma left, she was all Regina could focus on it seemed. 

It was ill-timed given that it was Zelena’s turn to host the Mills family for dinner. Vaguely, she recalled her elder sister threatening to cook at her cottage on this day last month. On the list of positives, it meant there would be salad as a tasty alternative to whatever the elder Mills sister found on Pinterest. On the opposite side, it meant she and Imani would find a reason to leave a little before everyone else and snag a pizza. 

Before Emma left Regina approached her as she sat on the edge of Regina’s bed.  “Thank you for- whatever modified version of this we’re doing.” 

The light of sunset glimmers in Emma’s eyes. “It is our version, Regina.” 

“I’m surprised you don’t need to have me again.” 

Pulling Regina to her the shift in Emma’s demeanor is immediate. Her lips hovering just shy of the brunette’s tauntingly so. Hazel eyes delight in the tinge of color gaining on Regina’s face.  “If you must know there never seems to be an ‘enough’, with you. In any sense of the word.” 

Rounding out that thought Emma seals the statement with a kiss. Feeling completely at peace Regina presses in closely. “We shall see.” 

Emma melts Regina by kissing her knuckles. “I have business in Portland this weekend but I have some things in the works for you and Imani. We can discuss it on Monday.” 

“We won’t speak before Monday?” 

“I should hope that won’t be the case, Ms Mills. Unless you and our daughter have other plans.” 

Amber eyes become glossy and Regina’s smile competes with a layer of pain. “I’m sorry.” 

Quick to cup Regina’s cheek and wipe the stray tear from it, Emma rests her palm against it. “For what?” 

Pulling away from Emma, Regina begins a slow pacing of her bedroom. “You say it so easily. Our daughter, while Daniel…” Words lodge thickly in Regina’s throat. The strain of her neck revealed just how difficult it was to put the emotions behind the feelings into words. 

On her feet but still allowing Regina the freedom to roam the room, Emma pads nearer. “He rejected her and you live with the truth of that every single day so Imani doesn’t have to. I know you didn’t picture your life this way but the two of you are so much better off being free of a man that cannot comprehend family beyond the color of skin. Families don’t have to match. You are Imani’s mother in every sense of the word. And so am I.” 

“I didn’t have to cry about my ex-husband with you on my bingo card this year.” Regina wipes frustratedly at the tears. 

“I don’t imagine you had your pre-teen daughter running away to New York City either but we’re here now.” Emma kisses her and it tastes better than anything. 

“Life has a way of getting us where we need to be.” When Regina looks up, Emma’s dimple is on full display. “Don’t look at me that way.” 

“What way would that be?” 

“With those dimples. Our daughter knows she is cute too and weaponizes them as needed.” 

“You think I’m cute?” Emma teases, an even bigger smile coming to her face.

“Like you didn’t know.”  

“I’ve drawn up a sample itinerary for us. Look it over and let me know what you think. Real life happens so I’ve shared it with you to adjust as we need.”

Moving to her phone Regina sees the itinerary and the tension that began to form at the impending departure dissipates. “Thank you.” 

Mischief swims in hazel eyes. “I will see you tonight at 8:30?”

“Not a moment later.”

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“We will see you soon?” Imani asked at the doorway, and Emma tipped her head. 

Jesting, Emma takes one look to the girl's left and takes in those saddened if nothing else, amber eyes. “If it’s alright with your mother.”

“So you’ll be back tomorrow then?”

Scrolling through her calendar they’re met with a brief bit of amusement. “Sadly not tomorrow. It won’t be long. I’ll have you both with me. You have my word.” 

“You’d better go if you don’t want to meet Gram and Gramps. Auntie Z is liable to chase you down the road to get the inside scoop.” 

Echoing a sentiment in support of the brunette, Emma follows up their hug with. “Make good decisions.”

“Okay, Ma’.” With that, she disappears inside the mansion leaving a breathless blonde in her wake. 

When her companion made no move to turn or vacate the premises though their time was quickly dwindling if they wanted no questions. “Emma?” Her touch draws the blonde back to reality. “I- I spoke to her about making sure it was alright with you before calling you that. If it isn't, I can ask her not to.” 

“I don’t want to hurt you.” 

Regina takes this chance to run her hand along a pale bicep. “You have no idea how much you mean to both of us. Do you?”

“I plan to find out.” Her words are quickly met with a kiss on her cheek. “Enjoy the time with family.” 

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The instant she and Zelena’s eyes make contact, Regina realizes she is in for one hell of a surprise if she thought she could get by her sister. The woman holding her at arm's length as the intensity of the past month has kept them apart. 

“Well someone has been well, truly, and dare I say freshly fu- Imani darling, I nearly didn’t see you there My Pretty.” 

“We did have a lot of fun!” Imani’s engulfed in pale arms and gives her aunt the tightest of hugs. 

“Oh, that is so wonderful. Why don’t you help Grandmummy in the kitchen? Then tell us all about it?” The instant Imani was out of earshot she swiveled on her sister. “Tell me everything now.” 

A slow flush crawled over Regina’s skin. “Perhaps later you’ll join me sans mommy and daddy?” 

“So I shall, little sister. Something tells me you’ve quite the tale to tell.” 

Opting to stay behind to indulge in a girls' night, Regina prepares for the moment Zelena is going to pounce. Imani goes to visit with her grandparents a bit longer which aides in covering for the sisters. 

“So help me if it is Daniel…”

“Go to Hell.” 

“Already did. Bought a house, moved in and now I’m remodeling the kitchen.” 

“What is wrong with you?” 

Delighted in the bite of their cider, Zelena’s brows do a quick upshot, and down. “We don't have the time. So it isn’t Captain Vanilla One. I choose door number two, or Captain Vanilla Junior. Let’s be honest you were LONG overdue. You were always so grouchy even with a good shag. And that is just what I heard dining at Granny’s in town one evening.” 

There was no such thing as immunity to town gossip no matter how many years Regina spent in the public eye. First, as the Mayor’s daughter, and later as the Mayor herself. Though it greatly amused her at times that Storybrooke residents found her sex life so interesting. 

“Did it somehow escape your attention that I was shagging Graham?” 

“Oh no, dearie. He was Captain Vanilla Junior. Honestly, woman weren’t you listening? ” Gesturing to her sister, glass in hand. “This dear sister is a new lover.” 

“A new lover indeed.” Regina is cooler than cool and there is a sort of rise she gives herself every time she pulls on the memories of her with Emma. No matter how brief their dalliances seemed they lit an inferno. 

“I want to know everything BUT if it must be kept top-secret I demand to know everything about Imani’s birth mother in its place. And go!”

Tipping her head and savoring the sweet taste of misdirection Regina nods. “You have a deal. Alright, Emma is- every bit as amazing as her letter leads us to believe.” 

Zelena appears to be holding her breath. 

A feat Regina can relate to when it comes to anything the blonde is involved in. Still, it is nice to share with someone she trusts explicitly. The warmth of familiarity with Emma was unlike anything Regina had ever known. Threads weaving the two of them together. 

“And how is she with Imani?” Zelena asks her voice softening. 

“You know how Imani is, she captivates anyone willing to invest in her. I think she tugged right at Emma’s heartstrings and has not let up. As you know, Emma brought her home that night when…” 

A pale hand cups Regina’s knee. “She was not running away, dear sister.” 

“So many things could have happened. Perhaps I didn’t listen closely enough to how much she must have ached to know her mother.” 

“You have done everything in your power to let her know that she is loved, and cherished. The same as Emma did all those years ago.” Clinking their glasses together. “Imani came back and more importantly you used that world-class Mills charm to keep Swan coming back. Is it true she got rid of Spencer?” 

Huffing. “He’s not dead!”

“Well, he bloody well isn’t lording around Storybrooke anymore. Spreading utter tosh about you or the way you run this town. I say we name a day after her. You’re the Mayor, perhaps a key to the city?” 

“You’re an idiot.” 

“You are if you don’t make it a holiday. Right, do you have a picture then?” 

“We’re trying to keep Imani out of the spotlight so I won’t be sharing it but…” Regina slides her phone between them and does not miss the way Zelena’s eyes grow. 

“I thought you said Imani looks like her father?” 

“That’s what Emma says.” 

“Perhaps. Seeing them together all I can see is a full-grow swan and a baby swan. Flawless skin. Matching eyes. Just look at how happy Imani is.” 

 “I didn’t realize how happy she’s been until I compared it with how sad she was becoming.” Setting her glass on the table, Regina is steered by her sister to place her head in her lap. Allowing her sister's fingers to separate her waves as they did when they were girls. “What kind of mother am I?” 

“Darling there is no doubt in my mind that you would have rectified the situation. She may not have had the words to tell you.” 

Her eyes fall back to the picture of Emma and their daughter. “Perhaps not.” 

There is a beat of silence before her sister aims again. “She is even hotter than the interwebs made it seem. And that was incredibly so.” 

“As impossible as that seems.” Regina feels a bit like a schoolgirl herself when she thinks about it. 

Whatever peculiarity Zelena may have detected she dismisses with soft hmph. “

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8:30 P.M.

At promptly seven the aforementioned laptop is delivered. Everything was uploaded as promised. Prior to leaving Emma had already given her the chosen outfit for the evening. A simple slip and an amethyst robe for modesty in the presence of their daughter. 

By the time eight rolled around, Regina was dressed and presentable. Sitting at her vanity and removing the day's make-up. Curious as to how well the web camera would pick up on her blush. Butterflies filled her stomach and a certain degree of tightness filled her chest. 

There was one more responsibility she was given before the blonde’s departure. One she hoped her answers would fulfill. Though she had written them down lest she get tongue-tied or forget. Not in detail, of course. Seven bullet points that were about to change her life. 

The Skype ringtone fires off and she quickly places her headphones on and answers while climbing into bed. 

Assessing eyes crawl over the brunette eagerly. One thing Regina credits Emma for is never pretending to approve of something when she does not. On the other end of the call, Emma wears a white button-down with a hint of onyx beneath it. A bra, perhaps.“Il mio tesoro.” 

“Good evening, Cuore mio.” 

“Have you completed your assignment?” 

“I have.” Regina eyes her index card and a brief flicker of a smile appears. 

“You have my attention.” 

If someone had told Regina those four words would create a fearsome heat one day that was not followed by shame and shyness she would have called them a liar.

“First, there’s curiosity and exploration. Discovering a part of myself that I haven’t explored before. It’s like a part of me that I never met.” 

“I understand that completely. Go on.” 

“A relief from responsibility. You know how much pressure comes with being in control, always having to make decisions—being the one in charge. For someone like me, constantly dealing with the town's issues, and my duties as a mother, a sister, and a daughter,  it would feel nice to let go. To let someone else take the reins."

“Do you want to let go of control?”

“I do.” Regina swallows nervously. “I never truly realized that because I didn’t have emotional safety. With some more than others but the majority of my partners it wasn’t present.” 

“What about that appeals to you?” 

“Trusting someone else to handle things. I picture it almost liberating, not having to be the one always on top of everything. You let someone else take charge because you trust them. It’s not about being weak; it’s about knowing you're in good hands."

“Submitting in the right relationship can teach you things about yourself, your limits, and your desires. It’s a way of setting boundaries and learning how far you're willing to go—and how far you're willing to trust."

“You read my mind. It’s the personal growth and self-awareness with someone's guidance. I also like the adaptability and structure. Rules, boundaries, knowing what’s expected of me- it’s oddly calming.”

"Then there’s something even more important: deep emotional connection . The trust and vulnerability that come with that dynamic—it’s powerful, Regina. Letting someone in on that level means you're building a bond most people can’t imagine. The dynamic isn’t about physical control; it’s about trust, intimacy, understanding."

“You trust me?” Regina asks 

“I’m learning to.” Comes Emma’s answer. “We both hear the call of one another's deepest desires. The reason I’m taking my time is because being vulnerable with the right person is not weakness- it’s empowering.”

“Emma, I want to explore this with you. As you can imagine I do have more questions.” 

“I thought you might.” 

“The examination, I have a primary care physician and can make an appointment fairly quickly. I see, however, that you have one and her contact information listed. Do you wish for me to see her?” 

“Her information is provided because she provides top-of-the-line care and discreetness. Your comfort and protection are my top priority.” 

After several seconds of pause, Regina acquiesced. “Thank you for that.” 

“What we are building. The bedroom aspect is a small piece of that. It may not feel like that now but I’ll help you learn about so much more than your body.” 

There is a flare of a blush coupled with a light shiver. “I was wondering…would you be willing to give me a prompt for my journal entry?” 

“Certainly.” Emma continues with an appreciative smile. “Detail for me of those whys you listed earlier which you are most interested to explore. Take as much space as you require.” 

Taking that down, she bears a smile at the journal Emma chose with care for her. Brown leather that beautifully encapsulates the electronic notebook within. Give it a touch of class and elegance in a direct line to Emma. “We’ll be together again soon.” 

“I look forward to it, Tesoro mio.” 

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Allowing her natural curls to rule the day, Imani turns at her mother’s vanity. Something appears to be weighing her down that has nothing to do with hair. “Is there enough product in the back?”

Regina quickly looks over her work, applying a small dab to her own hands before applying to a missed spot. Drying her hands before they settle on her daughter’s shoulders.“Not bad, Miss Mills. You’re getting better. Are you missing Emma?”

Her shoulders sag. “Talking to her every day just isn’t the same. When she’s here it’s like…” 

“A missing piece?” Hugging her girl from behind, Regina wraps her in all the love she holds. “I know what you mean.”

“She likes you.” Imani watches her mother’s expression give way to unconcealed joy. 

“I hope so. We’re both your mother.”

“Sometimes Ma helps me see that I might be a little bit of a brat.”

“But you’re my brat.” She’s embraced by her mother’s arms again and held closely. “You’re becoming a young woman. We’re going to have some tough times ahead of us with hormones and boys…” 

“Or girls.” Imani provides and there is a beat between her words and Regina’s brain computing what her daughter is saying. 

“Or girls.” She smiles, cupping her daughter's cheek and kissing her temple. “Why don’t you finish getting ready and I’ll make breakfast?” 

“Okay.” Pausing in the doorway she turns back to her mother. “You aren’t mad?” 

“No darling. Why on earth would I be mad?” 

Watching her daughter wilt before her eyes and shrug broke her heart. “No reason.” 

Before she could press for more Imani disappeared and the footsteps carried her down the stairs. Regina’s own carried her to where her cell phone was still attached to the power chord. Quickly she presses the image of Imani and Emma. 

Three rings later. 

“Good morning, il mio tesoro.” Emma’s voice has the authority to calm her. 

“Cuore mio.” Regina smiles and steadies herself. “Your daughter and I had an interesting conversation just now.” 

“She thinks she likes girls.” 

“You knew?” 

“How are you faring?” 

“Good. I mean… it’s fine.” 

“I hear hesitation.” 

Breathing out the sucked-in breath and allowing herself to be read by Emma. “She’s growing up. You always think you have more time.” 

“That anxiety you’re having it’s alright. I thought I had a lifetime of wondering ahead of me. Now I’m meeting the amazing young woman you’ve raised and I cannot imagine wanting anything more than all that she is.” 

“She is pretty amazing.” Regina agrees readily. Years flash by Regina’s mind's eye. “This is going to take some getting used to.” 

“What is?” 

“Being in something like this that isn’t merely an arrangement to scratch an itch. Or to try.”

“The last one was Kathryn, technically, do I have that right?” 

“Yes.”

“What happened there? You sound almost sad.” 

Her breath betrays her via a sigh. “It was too soon after Daniel. After his betrayal, I needed something to cling to. Plus, we had that schoolgirl crush from years before. Kathryn became that person. It was seamless.” 

“And then?” 

“Daniel appeared on the front step. He threatened us. That he would take everything I loved away from me. Kathryn, my career, Imani. He didn’t want us but he certainly didn’t want to be replaced by a woman.” 

“That does explain the coldness at the restaurant.”

“He told me he didn’t want Imani. He never wanted her but he knew I’d never give up wanting to be a mother. So he allowed it.” 

The warmth of Emma’s chuckle floated through the phone. “Mama bear Regina did not take that well.” 

“She is my daughter. I knew from the moment I held her my life would never be the same.” 

Emma straightens up and her jovialness dies. “My first family gave me back when I turned three and they had a biological child of their own.” 

“Imani never called him dad, always Daniel. Even when I had him work with her, she just always seemed uneasy. As though she could tell he didn’t care for her.”

“Il mio tesoro?” Regina ceases to speak and her breathing even if the sound of it is to be believed. “She knew where the love was, and that it came from her mother.”

“I should have known better when dinner at his mother’s salt and pepper was the only bit of ‘flavor’ to be found.” 

“Hopefully he has health insurance.” 

“I’m sorry. You didn’t call me to hear this. How is-” 

“Pause.” Emma coaches, taking Regina’s mind and forcing it to stop. “There are a great deal of things I don’t know or understand yet. When you open yourself to me, you allow me to help carry a little bit of that weight.  You can share the weight of your life with me, Regina.”

“How do you do that?”

“Do what?” 

“Calm me down like it’s the easiest thing in the world.” 

“I’m learning a great deal about you and put simply, I care enough to use what I’ve learned to ease your anxiety. I’d like to see you both soon. Our schedules appear to lighten a great deal around next Wednesday. I could be there in time for dinner.” 

“Of course.” Her sour mood lifts at the prospect of being reunited.  “What would you like me to serve for dinner?” 

“You have enough on your plate and I want to treat you both. Maggiano’s?” 

“The waitlist…” 

“We have a standing reservation.” Emma supplies, delighting in the chuckle that is produced by the brunette. 

“How dare I question you.” 

“I like it when you dare.” It is just enough that the pause on Regina’s end makes Emma question if they’ve become disconnected. “Regina?” 

“I haven’t the slightest idea why that excited me. I suspect it’s because of how much I adore you.” 

“Likewise.” The sound of a rolling chair across the flooring comes through from Emma’s end of the phone. “Thank you for including me in her life.” 

“You’ll always be included.” 

“She’s growing up too fast.” 

At this, Regina grins though Emma cannot see it. “It doesn’t seem like long ago Tiana was educating me on the finer points of caring for black hair. She allowed me to practice with her girls before Imani came to me. Then her mother made all of the cutest little silk head scarves.”

“I love that you both are surrounded by other strong women. The way you love our daughter… it is everything I wanted if it couldn’t come from me.” 

“It did come from you, straight to me. Now, thanks to that very child we’re both about to create a beautiful beginning.” 

Emma settles on the other side of the screen and Regina feels the blush creeping over her skin. Tonight, she bared pieces of her soul to this woman. Pieces that Regina was only just beginning to discover. The same ones that Emma seemed open to receiving. 

More than anything those pieces felt safe. 

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Wednesday Evening

When Emma pulls into the driveway at 108 Mifflin there is no sign that her girls are anywhere nearby. The Mercedes was missing and the porchlight was on. Using the time to stretch after the long drive, she made herself comfortable in the rocking chair off to the side. In matching vases were Double Delight roses that her quick pit stop into Game of Thornes provided. 

Storybrooke, Emma shook her head, what a magical slice of small-town Americana. Fond of playing with words and in ways that brought a smirk to her lips. Quickly firing off a text message, she settled into the comfortable rocking chair for her wait. 

Opening the location sharing application on her phone it was easy to see that the girls weren’t terribly far away. Perhaps picking up something for after dinner. Each of them liked to provide Emma with a plethora of good surprises. Like the fact that they were to be dressing up this evening. 

Perhaps the stop at Tiana’s salon for a fresh hairstyle ran over. 

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Checking their location again, it is increasingly clear that her girls are in the same spot they were in upon her arrival thirty minutes ago. They were not late but it was curious that their location was the same. Earlier Regina taunted her with some sly camerawork regarding her dress for this evening. It made the rather boring board-meeting the blonde was a part of bearable. 

Pressing Regina’s number, her phone went straight to voicemail. 

The text-message Emma fired off that was usually read within a few minutes of being sent remained on delivery. This evening was shaping up oddly if nothing else. When another fifteen minutes passed without much ado or a response, another call went straight to voicemail . 

A far cry from the I’m missing you, of this morning. 

Unease began trickling through her system. This was not like Regina. It was not like any amount of time she experienced in this fantasy of a home away from home. One without the threat of cameras of having to be on one hundred percent of the time.

When a number that had not graced her screen in ages appeared she had one possible explanation. “Hello, Miss Drake.”

“Hello, Emma. I imagine you’ve been trying to get a hold of Regina.”

“Yes.” 

“I am so sorry to tell you this over the phone but Regina and Imani were involved in a car accident. Both conscious. Imani’s wrist is broken and she has a mild concussion. Regina is a bit worse for wear but otherwise healthy. The accident took place on her side of the vehicle. She came into the Emergency Room getting sick, foggy memory, and ewas xtremely anxious. They could both use you here.” 

“I’m on my way.” 

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If there was one thing she despised was being made to wait. No amount of posturing at the front desk appeared to help matters. Even as she walked away running her fingers through straightened hair it did nothing to dampen her anxiousness. Checking her phone again it was clear that she was at the right place. 

As Mallory confirmed before Emma made her way to the hospital. 

Trying and failing to hold in her anger at being denied.

"Excuse me, I know you..." Spoke a British voice from off in the wings.

In no mood for playing heiress, Emma quickly shuts her down. "I'm certain that is not the case."

Emma walks away from the nurse's booth upset.

"You're here for Regina and Imani Mills are you not?"

Her eyes snap to attention on the auburn-haired woman. "Yes… I can’t get in."

"Come with me."

"Thank you!" Emma steps quickly to keep up with the taller woman. "Are they alright?" Emma gets tripped up trying to get around a chair she misjudged her distance from.

"Well, they're both suffering from concussions at the moment. The car is a goner. Regina is more than a little confused. She was resting well before she shot up, worried that someone should fetch you. How did you find us?"

"Her phone. We share our locations...I just didn't, it had the address. I didn't realize it until Mallory called.” 

“Ah, you know The Dragoness. My sister abhors being late. I'll have you know now that she's about to apologize to you four-hundred times. Perhaps you might be able to quiet her mind?"

Crossing the threshold into room 801, Emma is instantly between the two beds. "Ma!"

Her cold hand closed around Imani's, gently as the girl's cast stood out in neon pink against her skin. "Hello again."

"I'm so-," Regina would get the words out, only Emma is quicker. That soft glow in her eyes extended to the brunette.

Wrapping her in an expensive-smelling embrace. "I need no apologies. Just knowing you both are safe."

"Um- Emma."

"Too tight?" She loosens immediately, shooting Imani a warm smile. "You've given me quite the scare."

"You've met Auntie Zelena," Imani says, gesturing toward the red-headed woman cupping her foam coffee container. 

“Not exactly.” Slow to release either of her girls, Emma does so only to cross the small room. “I’m sorry about downstairs.” 

“Spoken like a woman who knew where her priorities should lie.” Zelena accepts the hand she is extended. “I’m pretty certain Ratchet pissed herself and anyone who can crack that egg deserves the utmost respect. I can buy you a little time if you’d like some.” 

Following that a short-statured brunette female who demanded respect entered with a similarly aged man at her side. Regina groaned, arm wrapping around Emma to keep her at her side. 

Her mother crossed the room eagerly greeting the blonde. “Miss Swan, I’m sorry we met under such unfortunate circumstances. Coraline Mills.” 

“Mrs. Mills,” Emma quickly shakes the hands of Henry and Coraline Mills. “Mr. Mills.” 

“Please dear, Cora and Henry will serve us just as well. We’re going to be in one another’s lives indefinitely.”  

“Apologies.” Emma feels the light squeeze Regina performs against her hip. 

“Truly,” Pulling a smashed phone from his blazer pocket. One she recognized as Regina’s. “Had we been able to contact you…” 

“It’s no one’s fault.” Her easygoing smile lit up every feature. Peering down at Regina she sees how small and fragile she appears. Instantly her eyes drift to their girl across the way. The way it makes her heart squeeze in pain at the thought of anything happening to them. “You stay right here.” 

It is only when she is a few steps down the hallway toward the nearest vending machines does she realizes Zelena has followed. “You’re all Regina could talk about when she was rolled into the room.” 

“The other driver?”

“Mrs Nolan, a woman in her mid-fifties had a heart attack behind the wheel. Not to worry you but they cut Regina out of her beloved Mercedes. You had a rather eventful evening planned judging by the dress I saw this afternoon.” 

“It was only dinner.” Emma’s hands cup the edge of the vending machine for balance. “How is the other driver? Is she alright?” 

“Yes. She’s just down the hall with her husband. This may be Storybrooke but they do take care of their own.” 

Pulling out her wallet Emma locates her stash of low bills and plugs a ten-dollar bill into the machine. Quickly ascertaining that it did have Imani and Regina’s favorites among its contents she makes her selections. Turning towards the taller woman. “Does anything strike your fancy?” 

“Your chivalry is admirable, darling but no thank you. I know two lovely lasses who very much need their Emma Swan time right about now. I’ll give the family about twenty more minutes before I provide the perfect escape so that you can take care of our girls.”

“Perceptive, aren’t you?” 

The smirk that had been growing ceases as she leans down to match Emma. “Right after ensuring my niece was in good shape all Regina could talk about was someone going to get Emma. She spouted off some nonsense about Maggiano’s.” 

“Oh.” A full Swan smile formed. “Is that…that’s why everyone thinks she’s confused? No, we had reservations.” 

“Oh! Nicely done, Swan. We best be returning, otherwise Regina will worry that I’ve run you off.” 

“Are you sure I can’t…?” She gestures with her head to the vending machine. 

“Most people are rendered powerless over those eyes or that wallet, I imagine. Not me. I’ll take the big sister tax as I always have.” With one wink, Zelena turns, leading them both back to the room. 

Gently tosses the Reeses Cup onto her daughter’s lap and slides the Almond Joy into Regina’s hand. “The flowers are back at the house.” 

The dreamy-eyed expression on Regina’s face was enough to give Emma a burst of relief. They’re okay. Both of them. Taking a steadying breath she opens her eyes to see that Regina’s have drifted closed. 

“Right, well, we best get the house set up for their return. Bubble-wrap all the sharp corners in case of a fall and all that.” Zelena suggests but Cora’s bright amber eyes move quickly between the group before her. 

“On that note, why don’t you join your father and I? We can pick up Maggiano’s and have it ready for when the girls are released. I trust you’ll deliver them home.” Her eyes find Emma’s and they share a warm nod. 

“It would be my pleasure. Please, enjoy Maggiano’s on me. Whatever you like.” The elder woman rises to place a kiss on Emma’s cheek. 

“That will not be necessary. Thank you, darling. You have your assignment and I have a side quest for you as well,” She says, seeing that she holds Emma’s attention captive. “Keep a mother updated.” 

“Of course,” Emma places an air kiss on Cora's cheek before shaking Henry’s hand. “Would you be so kind as to add your phone number?”

Her attention turns to Regina and Imani as soon as the information is transferred. Once they are alone in the room it takes everything inside of Emma not to gather them tightly to her. This feeling only radiates throughout the blonde as she pulls a chair between the two beds. Able to be of service whatever their needs.

“I hope Mrs. Nolan is alright.” Mumbles their daughter, leaning back against the sat-up bed. The appearance of sadness makes Emma wish for nothing more than magic to cheer her up. Or reassure her at best. 

Money could move mountains but even it, like most things, was powerless against death.

“As soon as we’re released we’ll stop by her room on our way out.” 

Quickly slipping a question between the mother and daughter Emma asks. “Is Mrs. Nolan the other driver?” 

A tired Imani sighs. “My teacher too.”

“Her husband, David, has been battling cancer. Was. He recently went into remission. Now this…” Regina trails off, wincing eyes and taking a slow, steady breath. She is guided back against the bed.

“What you need is rest.” Emma’s phone goes off and with it a broad smile. “Our escort is ready as soon as we’re released.” 

“Yemi and August?” Her daughter sounds hopeful. 

Scooting closer to the girl, Emma intertwines her fingers. “You remember them?”

“They were really nice.” A little more shyly. “Sorry, tonight sucks.” 

“It doesn’t suck. I’m with my two favorite ladies.” 

“Maggiano’s.” Imani mumbles. Slowly the casted neon pink wrist slides closer toward her biological mother’s hand until they gently close around her fingers. 

For a moment, all the sounds in the hospital surround Emma. She loses herself in the steady rhythms. All but the sight of a small hand and skinny fingers wrapping around the few of her own that they could manage.

It was in this trance she remained until there was a knock at the door.

 In it stood a blonde and slowly graying gentleman in a plaid button-up, straight-legged jeans and though he wore a concerned smile, he didn’t enter until Imani excitedly exclaimed. “Mr. Nolan!”

“Miss Mills,” He teases, moving steadily into the room with his sandy blonde and gray hair. “How do you feel kiddo?” 

Raising her casted hand, Imani shrugs. “Not so bad now. How is Mrs. Nolan?” 

“She’s going to be alright. I came here to check on you two.” 

“Ever the Prince Charming.” Comes the teasing bit from Regina’s bed. “You’re looking well.” 

“I should have made her get looked over. She’s spent the last few years taking everything on her own. I guess it was easy for her to forget she was important too.” 

“If I know your wife, and I believe that taking care of other people is her passion. Nurturing young minds. You know she hates when anyone makes a fuss over her.” 

His eyes shine with unbidden tears. “I know. I just want you to know how sorr-”

A raised hand on Regina’s part is all it takes to stop his words. “What is important is that everyone will make full recoveries.” 

“You loved that car.” 

At this, Regina grimaced. “I loved my father and he loved that car. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings.” 

Mr. Nolan’s lips brace for a full hundred-watt smile. “Do you remember when you accidentally took out a mailbox?” 

“You gave me your word.” Regina sounds stunningly like the mayor. 

Charming blue eyes move back to Imani, as he half-sits on the end of her bed. “Your father is not here. Your mother was a few years older than you are now. All fresh-faced and wide-eyed. Her version of events is that a dog…” 

“It was a wolf!”

“A wolf,” He corrects. “Ran across the street in broad daylight, causing her to jump the curb and strike the mailbox with the front of the Mercedes.”

“It just so happens, Mr. Nolan was headed in my direction and is pretty handy.” 

“After ensuring your mother was alright, I was able to use what I had in the truck to right the mailbox. The Mercedes needed a little TLC to be sure but with a few zip ties, a battery-operated drill and some nuts and bolts I had in the bed it was passable.” His eyes land on Emma and he offers up his best smile. “Apologies, I didn’t mean to be rude. David Nolan.” 

“Emma Swan,” They shake at the name exchange even as his kind blue eyes continue to study her. 

“You remind me of someone.” 

Flashing her own charming smile. “I’m not from around here.”   

His eyes trail over her face once more and he shakes his head. “Sorry, it’s been an eventful day.” 

Another knock sounds against the doorframe and it is none other than Mallory Drake.  “Ladies, I come bearing good news. You’re free to return home. Emma, might I see you in the hallway?” 

Squeezing her daughter’s fingertips lightly, she followed The Dragoness as Zelena referred to her into the hall. “How far we’ve come depends on who summons whom.” Emma teases. 

“I know you’re joking right now because that’s easier than facing your fears. I actually wanted to make sure you were alright.” 

“I’m fine. You saw them yourself?” 

“Yes. The only reason I called was because they couldn’t and I seem to recall you hate being left in the dark.”

“I know.” Emma swallows over what she has been able to ignore most of this evening. “Thank you for taking care of my ladies.” 

A thin-lipped smile greets hazel eyes. “They are my ladies too, Emma.” 

Nodding because words have become lodged beneath the lump in her throat. 

Mallory motions the nurses to tend to room 801. 

There is the briefest moment when the ladies are cleared where Regina clings to Emma a bit. Slightly unsteady on her feet. “I have you.” 

On the other side, Imani wrapped an arm around her mother’s equally happy to do so. “We’ve got you. Sorry, we didn’t get to show you our dresses.” 

“That is quite alright. I wouldn’t trade your health to see you in dresses.”

As luck would have it, the Aston Martin DBX awaited them at the exit. When the blonde was spotted, August leaped from the passenger seat to open the rear passenger door. 

“We meet again,” he says, smiling brightly to the girl and her mother. 

Both smile in his direction as Emma is overly helpful in getting them into the SUV. “Straight home. 108 Mifflin. I’ve made arrangements for you both at Granny’s Bed and Breakfast. I believe you’ll find it agreeable. Rooms facing the square.” 

“What a good big sister you are.” August teases and it is the first time Regina can recall anyone ribbing the blonde. 

“Can it Booth or I’ll fire your sorry-”

“Ass quicker than I can blink. Yeah, yeah.” Glancing inside at his new occupants. “Ladies, it would be my pleasure to deliver you safely home.” 

From the driver-seat Yemi shakes his head. For what it was worth, his siblings always poked and prodded one another in challenge. A concept that was truly lost on him. He and Emma, they were the same. Protectors in their group. Now he lived a life that Emma always promised them all once she was adopted. 

Wanting for nothing. 

“Get in the car, Booth. I am certain young Imani and Miss Regina would like nothing more than to rest.” 

“This guy,” August thumbs up at his brother. “Always so serious.” 

“Straight home.” Directs his sister once more, buckling both women in. The urge to kiss Regina the instant she withdraws from her self-appointed task nearly overtaking her. She can see the thought has crossed the brunette's mind as her eyes lower to Emma’s lips. “I’ll be along shortly.” 

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Rambunctious laughter floats to Emma’s position at the front door of Regina’s home. Though both should be resting she hears August regaling a tale of their youth. Even knowing each other in and out of foster homes it was good to hear a small reminder of the children they once were. 

The one thing that remained the same all these years was August Boothe’s ability to tell a great story. 

“They’re supposed to be resting, August.” Yemi admonishes. 

Immediately Emma knows what August will say next. “You, Emma, and Enyinna are the fun police. Has anyone ever told you?” 

“Only you, all our lives that we’ve known one another.” 

A trailed-off chuckle escapes her daughter. “Was my mom always so serious?” 

There is quiet for a beat and Emma nearly makes herself known. Yemi replies first. “No. Not always. We faced many demons as children.” 

“She doesn’t talk about any demons.” 

“That’s enough. We really should speak with Emma, not about her.” Regina’s cuddling their daughter into her side as the dimly reflected image from a hallway mirror shows the blonde herself. 

Yemi sips some tea the brunette whipped up hurriedly while awaiting Emma’s return. “What I can share is that there is nothing she will not do to protect what is hers.” 

“Does that mean you’re going to live with us?” Asks the girl and Yemi gives her a broad smile. 

“That is doubtful but should you require anything at all it is most likely Emma, ourselves or Maze will deliver. Whoever can be here the fastest and depending upon the need.” 

Leaning back in the chair, a wily August shoots his brother a grin. “That little demon would turn this town into her personal playground.” 

Even Yemi returns the smirk. “That she would.” 

Both rise to assist Emma with the goodies she picked out as she rounds the corner. “These are for you boys. I wasn’t sure how late things in town were open but I grabbed all the classics.” 

“Best boss ever!” August drones before turning to the ladies he’s watched over and bowing “Happy healing.”

“One of these days I will beat him so severely.” Yemi gives a curt nod to their hosts before hugging his blonde sister.

“Yeah, yeah. Brotherly love would never stand for it. There’s a lovely spot by the pier and woods for hiking if you two would like to scope out the area.”

“Granny’s is open late.” Imani supplies from the couch. 

“Thank you.” With one more tip of his bald head, Yemi exits the house leaving them alone at last. 

Entering the living room and seeing the snuggled-up mother-daughter duo warms her heart. They truly were alright. Something money put no price on as she strode toward them. The overwhelming urge to kiss Regina was back and called to the brunette herself as she untucked from their daughter. 

“Do either of you require anything?” She asks, nearly stopping Regina from continuing her path toward the kitchen. 

“I was just going to show you where my parents left the Maggiano’s. It’s still warm given the time-lapse.” The look of annoyance briefly flashes in amber eyes before weariness takes its place. Bracing a hand on the small of her back, Emma follows until they round the corner and she finds herself pressed against the wall. 

The kiss is not desperate but it is wanting. A sigh of relief from Regina brings a smile into the mix. Regina rests against her and happily hums at the embrace she feels returned. “You scared me.” 

“I was scared too.” 

“Come. I hope neither of you waited for me to eat.” 

“We did.” She confesses as Emma assembles their meals. “The coffee table converts into a raised position. 

They spend their evening just like that. A small family cuddled on the couch being waited on hand and foot by their very own, Emma Swan. She refills their drink, and barely sleeps a wink keeping an eye on her girls. 

One of which leans heavily against her chest the instant the lights are dimmed and wakes not once throughout the evening. Though her hand strokes against the loaned Storybrooke High School tee shirt in a comforting rhythm. 

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Throughout their time together Regina more or less informed Emma at every turn she was not a morning person. This morning, it seemed that even grogginess was not enough to keep her from tip-toeing around the resting blonde. Until her familiar form pressed gently into her from behind as Imani informed them she was off to shower.

“How does something so simple make you feel so nice?” Asks the brunette seemingly prepared to make breakfast. 

Purring just behind Regina’s ear. “What do you think you’re doing, il mio tesoro?” 

“Breakfast?” 

“Mhmm. No. You are under strict doctors' orders to rest. I’ll take care of breakfast.” 

“Might I show you something first?” Leading Emma by the hand and opening a door off of the stairway, leading into a rather impressive home gym space. “If you need to keep up your routine.” 

Turning, Emma cups Regina’s face gently, supplying her with a much-needed kiss. Something each of them came to crave as the past twenty-four hours went nothing like their initial itinerary. “I’ll take advantage of this later.” 

“The gym or…me?” 

“As tempting an offer as that is, your health is more important.” She feels Regina’s irritability grow. Instantly her tone drops as it brushes against the shell of her ear. “Be good for me.” 

Regina’s hands flex against Emma’s forearms. “I’m sorry.” 

A kiss greets her temple. “Don’t be sorry. Fix it.” 

“Tesoro mio,” Regina finishes her statement with a nod and shake of her head. One which finds Emma cupping her face. 

“Yes?” 

Shaking her head again clears none of the cloudiness from her mind. “Would you mind if I…” She grows heavier in Emma’s arms. Leaning on her but seemingly needing a great deal of support.

“Come on,” Emma bridal style carries her up the stairs and places her back onto the loveseat. “I’ll make you breakfast and get you something for your headache hm?” 

She is about to place a kiss on Regina's forehead when Imani rejoins them. “Me next.” 

Quickly moving to place kisses for both of her ladies, Emma is pleased to find everything has its place in Regina’s kitchen. Placing an earbud in and lining up her phone she does a video chat with Carolyn and after explaining the circumstances finds the woman most eager to join her. 

“Are you certain?” 

“As much as I love you, I would very much enjoy having them back in New York in the future. I’ll head that way directly. With the boys out of town, someone has to help drive the replacements to Storybrooke.” 

“Only if you insist.” 

“That I do, Miss Swan.” 

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Regina’s second phone never missed a beat. It was as if the entire town was not already aware of her accident and hospital the day prior. Only after a series of knee-melting kisses did the brunette even consider rescheduling all events for the following week. Something she could feel Emma strongly disapproved of. 

Which resulted in a tearful meltdown. 

Waterworks when coupled with the sudden mood-swing had Emma carrying the brunette to her study. Sitting her on the couch and kneeling in front of her. “Hey, Mallory said this could be a result of your concussion. Can you talk to me?” 

When a tear-soaked shake of the head was all she received, Emma pulled the brunette in close. Until words did form. “I don’t know how to let go.” 

“Let what go?” 

“Everything! I have been alone for a long time. Even before this, in my marriage, most things were my responsibility.” 

Calmly tucking dark hair behind her ear. “You’ve been neglecting your needs for a long time.” 

“I’m a mother. You don’t get to choose-” 

“All I’m asking is that together we find a balance. Between motherhood, womanhood,d and being mayor.” 

Watery eyes briefly flared. “You- didn’t mention.” 

A light kiss is placed on plump lips. “Tesoro mio, fret not. Everything about you, down to your ten toes might be mine soon. If that sounds greedy then rest assured I one hundred percent enjoy the possibility. What are you, Regina?” 

“Your treasure.” Emma rewards this with a kiss.  

“As my treasure, this is why I have our calendars synced. So I can monitor your stress levels. Ensure that you treat yourself as well as I treat you. You don’t have to earn rest.”

Pouty lips ensue. “I wanted to begin our first lesson. We’ve been discussing it and I can’t help it.” 

Rising to eye level this only makes Emma smile broaden. “You are not well enough to make these decisions right now.”

The body-wracking shiver those words induced did delight the blonde. “I don’t know what’s come over me.” 

“A concussion at the least.” Emma’s fingertips trace over the cuts breaking glass produced. “If it’s alright with you I will be extending my stay until both of you are well.”

Where initially there is happiness Emma is also able to sense distress. It’s in the small twitch of tan fingertips against a string at the bottom of her shirt.  “Shall I expect punishment?”

Surprise flashes in hazel eyes. “Punishment? Regina, what are you talking about?” 

Regina’s eyes are anywhere but looking into Emma’s until a gentle grasp on her chin steers her back in. “I ruined dinner, the next 7-10 days of your week. Your siblings relocated Carolyn is coming here so you can ensure you don’t give us food poisoning. I can’t give you anything.” Her tirade trails off at the surprise in Emma’s face. 

“I’m hearing a lot of self-blame for an event that was not your fault.”

“Does that matter?” 

The forehead kiss brings about Regina’s sweet sigh. “Yes.”

“I thought-”

“That’s the problem. Your mind is trying to work out all the things you have yet to learn when it should be resting. Everything in your life you’ve worked for and I think that you’ve taken on a lot of responsibility so that you won’t be disappointed.” 

“But now I’ve disappointed you.” 

“No.” Emma’s next kiss is featherlight. “When you disappoint me, I won’t leave you guessing.”

The next time Regina’s work cell phone goes off her body only briefly twitches and turns to answer it. It was the only phone she had at the moment other than if she chose to use Imani’s. But the girl jumps from her position on the couch, giving a little sway as she does so too fas,t and grabs the phone regardless. 

Once it rings through, she takes one look at her mother’s pained expression and taps the screen a few times. “There, it’s going to your voicemail back at City Hall.” 

“Thank you, dear.” 

She stares between her mother’s for a beat. “SO…” The doorbell rings and interrupts her train of thought. Imani races to the door happily seeing Carolyn on the other side of it. “You made it! Here, let me.”

“Hello! It’s so good to see you again.” Carolyn wrapped Imani in her weathered arms and held on until Imani has let go. 

Even with the primary use of one arm, Imani was all over grabbing several of the bags in Carolyn’s hands. Emma grows quiet but the crook of her lips at the corner as she watches the woman who was like a grandmother to her interacting with her daughter warmed her heart. Two parts of her world collide. 

The bricks that made up Emma’s inner walls tremble. Cracks appearing en masse. Some things are worth breaking for. 

She too, moves to fetch any remaining groceries the woman may have purchased from the rental vehicle. Managing to complete the task in one trip. A random point of pride Emma never outgrew. 

As she passes the living room, Emma peaks in. “I’m going to help-” 

But Regina is absent from the room only to be found in the kitchen with the other two ladies of Emma’s life. Carolyn is getting the rundown of item location as she unpacks her groceries. Mid-sentence, the elderly woman gently touches Regina’s forearm. 

“I will take it from here.” 

Those six words seem to overwhelm Regina beautifully. “Oh-okay.” 

“How do you feel about stew? Any preferences, allergies, that sort of thing before I begin?” Carolyn sets the immediate area with her necessary items and awaits only permission or information. 

“That would be delightful.” It pleases Regina and that in turn makes the old woman’s eyes twinkle. Stews were something near and dear to her heart. It was also one of the first things she made for Emma when Emma came to live with the Swans.  

“Off with you then, dear. You should be resting. Emma?” 

“Yes ma’am?” Emma chimes in. 

“You are responsible for ensuring that rest. Now take her away.” She gives them a little shooing motion.

Before Emma can do any such task Imani is quicker. “Can I stay?”

“Of course, dear.” Carolyn and she share easy smiles. 

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The kitchen smelled like heaven. Garlic, rosemary, and the unmistakable richness of slow-cooked meat wafted through the air, curling into every corner of the house. Imani sat perched on a stool at the island, her cast resting on a cushion while the elderly woman bustled around with the confidence of someone who had spent her life commanding a kitchen. 

Carolyn hummed to herself as she diced carrots with precision. Her white apron, embroidered with tiny sunflowers stood out against her dark blouse. Despite her age her movements were fluid, and there was an energy in the way she worked that seemed to match Imani’s natural curiosity. 

“For the stew. A proper stew must have carrots. Don’t you think?” Carolyn watched Imani with growing affection. 

Imani nodded seriously. “And potatoes?”

“Of course!” Mrs. Harper chuckled. “What kind of stew would it be without potatoes? A disappointing one, that’s what.”

Emma leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold. She hadn’t seen Imani this animated since the accident, her usual energy dampened by the shock and pain of the ordeal. But here, in the kitchen, the young girl’s spirit was sparking back to life.

“Can I help?” Imani asked, her eyes bright.

Carolyn paused, her knife stilling as she turned to regard the girl with a critical yet playful eye. “Hmm. You’re a brave one, aren’t you? Most people wouldn’t dare to step into my kitchen and ask to help.”

Imani giggled, undeterred. “I can stir!”

“Well,” Carolyn said, setting down her knife and wiping her hands on a towel. “I suppose I could use a little stirring assistance. But only if you promise to stir with love. That’s the secret ingredient, you know.”

Imani beamed. “I promise!”

With gentle hands, Carolyn guided Imani to the stove, positioning her carefully so she could reach the pot without straining her injured wrist. She handed her a wooden spoon, and together they began stirring the thick, fragrant stew.

“Easy now,” Carolyn instructed. “We’re coaxing the flavors together, not starting a fight in the pot.”

Emma chuckled softly, the sound drawing their attention. “Looks like you’ve got a new apprentice, Carolyn”

“Ha! Don’t flatter yourself, Miss Swan,” the older woman quipped, her eyes twinkling. “Your young friend here is already a better listener than you ever were in this kitchen.”

“Hey!” Emma protested, feigning indignation. “I was a fantastic sous-chef!”

“You were a terror with a whisk,” Carolyn shot back, a grin spreading across her face.

Imani laughed, glancing between the two. “Did Emma really cook with you?”

Carolyn nodded. “Oh, she tried. But she was much better at sneaking bites when she thought I wasn’t looking.”

“Still am,” Emma said, stepping forward and snatching a slice of carrot from the cutting board.

Carolyn swatted at her hand with a wooden spoon, though her laughter softened the gesture. “Some things never change.”

As the stew simmered and the kitchen filled with warmth and laughter, Emma couldn’t help but feel a sense of peace settle over her. Watching Imani bond with Carolyn felt like a piece of her childhood coming full circle—bridging her past and present in a way that felt comforting and right.

Regina appeared in the doorway then, leaning lightly against the frame, her eyes taking in the scene. Her lips curved into a small smile as she watched Imani’s unrestrained joy.

“Smells wonderful,” she said softly, her voice breaking through the moment.

Carolyn studied the mother for a moment before nodding approvingly. “You’re lucky,” she said, gesturing to Imani. “This one’s got a good heart and an even better appetite.”

“Don’t I know it,” Regina replied, her smile widening as she stepped further into the room.

“Can I stay and help?” Imani interjects quickly and despite the fact that it is in their house she defers to Carolyn straight away. 

“I would love that,” Carolyn answers to a wounded scoff from Emma. 

“Ouch.” 

“Oh, I allowed you to stay in the kitchen more times than I can count. Don’t you dare begin telling stories on me, Emma Swan.”

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The stew is complete and Imani steals the bowls Carolyn fetched to begin setting the table.  “That’s my chore, let me.” 

“You are such a sweet thing. Just like your mother at your age.” 

“What was Ma like back then?” 

A charming laugh of years gone by sounds. “Follow me and I’ll tell you all about it.” 

Reaching for the blonde, Regina’s hand cups her cheek. “It smells really good. Thank you for asking her here.” 

A girlish grin wins the day. “She volunteered. She likes having people to make comfort food for. I met her when I moved in with the Swans.”

“New York's version of Granny.” Brushing their lips lightly, “We should tell her.” 

“We will. Once everything settles and you’re both cleared by our good Doctor Drake.” 

Glancing out of a quickly lowering eyelid Regina boasts a slight grin. Storybrooke High School outline staring back at her. Smoothing down the side of the well-worn article of clothing. “You look good in my shirt.” 

Emma caresses her cheek. “We will eat and then we will have you rest some more.” 

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Today was a day of celebration. 

Her ladies were issued clean bills of health and Regina reluctantly pushed her duties out until the following week at Emma’s behest. Any residual soreness from the accident was met with Advil, hydration, and in the evenings a complete massage by one special Swan. After a brief pouty lip from her daughter, they were treated to ice cream. 

The only thing that pulled Emma away was the arrival of Mazikeen and another brunette woman with long, wavy hair, and oh-so pouty lips. Through the window and from Mazikeen’s smirk it was clear Regina was caught but the woman gave away nothing. Two more vehicles arrived and with two more faces that were quickly becoming associated with Emma. 

“I’ll be right back.” Emma excuses herself and goes to grab her crew. Inviting them inside the establishment and treating them to their choosing of delightful options. Before long they had their own little table. 

“Hey, little Enyinna.” Maze declares, pulling out a chair for the woman beside her before taking the seat and sitting backward so she can be a part of the group. “This is my wife, Eve.” 

“I’ve heard so much about you.” Eve’s voice is warm and filled with happiness as she bends down to hug Imani. “Storybrooke is so quaint.” 

“Thanks.” Imani’s flushes a bit and Emma catches the way Regina must notice as her mouth falls slightly open. 

Disagreeing heartily August piped up. “You must be blind, Maze. She looks JUST like Emma did.” 

“Children,” Yemi booms, quieting his siblings. He and Eve exchange exasperated looks through their little group. Gently resting a hand on Imani’s shoulder. “How do you feel?” 

“Really good.” She grins widely. “Emma’s been taking care of us. Now you guys are all here.” 

His smile replies in kind. “Our little family never stays apart for long.” 

Crashing through the sweet little moment, Maze leans into their conversation. “Have you been suspended from school yet?” 

“No.” Imani makes a bit of a screwed-up face at the thought. “Do you know how much trouble I would be in?” 

Dark brown eyes meet Regina’s head-on. “Emma and I used to get suspended all of the time.” 

“We didn’t belong in those schools and everyone knew it.” Emma retorts, leaning back and enjoying a spoonful of sea salt caramel gelato. Possibly her greatest weakness. Her eyes closed at the delight coating her tongue.

“Well, I am happy to say that Imani does not face those challenges.” Regina smiles around the napkin she dabs her mouth with. 

Maze’s gaze does not shy away in the least. “Challenges are everywhere for people like us.” 

“I understand that.” 

“Oh, do you?” Mazikeen’s gaze pierces through Regina. 

“That is enough,” Emma commands without raising her voice. “Not in front of my daughter.” 

Regina’s mouth snaps shut but the eye roll from Maze makes her realize who it was meant for. That and the light squeeze of her hand as Emma’s hand covered it. 

“She’s like abuelo,” Imani whispers and her and Regina share matching soft smiles. 

“Mhmm.” 

Judging from the raised brows on Emma, she and Maze were having a silent exchange. One in which Maze was losing. She briefly drops her eyes and hangs her head just as her wife soothes any hurt feelings with a gentle squeezing of her shoulders. 

“Has she chosen yet?” Mazes asks, not even raising her head giving in fully to Eve’s charms. Body sagging at the tenderness in her touch.

“Baby, be nice.” Eve lowers her voice and hangs her head to match her wife. 

“Chosen what, exactly?” Asks Regina.

“Forgive our sister,” Yemi cuts in, adding his sharp look to Emma’s. “What she lacks in decorum she makes up for in a fiercely protective nature.”

Maze grumbles, Eve soothes any wounds quietly before they all turn to watch Regina’s reaction. A flush colors her lightly as Imani asks, “Mama, why is everyone looking at us?”

“I have a feeling Emma is about to enlighten us.” 

Shifting in her stool, Emma gestures to the wall of cars and SUVS parked in front of Any Given Sundae. “I’m aware it’s been one car for you your entire life and that was taken in the accident. I thought perhaps I could take the worry out of choosing your next by having my siblings choose four of the safest in our fleet.” 

“I can’t-.” Regina begins but forces herself to take in a bit of oxygen. All of the overwhelming feelings that come with Emma’s level of financial security make it hard to breathe sometimes. “That is incredibly kind of you.” 

“Let’s go look at them!” Imani abandons her chair for the sidewalk outside without skipping a beat.

With one look at her siblings, they begin to vacate the shop, thanking the owner and taking what remains of their treats outside flanking Imani. Maze immediately pulls her to the black-rose-colored Audi R8, a personal favorite of hers. Like Emma, she enjoyed every single look it garnered. Not to mention the ability to zip anywhere, anytime with no effort.

“If you like any of them, it is yours. Should you not, my siblings and I will repeat this trip as many times as necessary to save you the hassle.” Emma says, thumb stroking along Regina’s hand and her eyes oh-so-soft. 

“It’s- Emma I am not destitute but we are talking about a significant gift. Even with my financial savvy, these are a bit beyond my range.” Worry crept in around amber eyes, right down to the hand brushing invisible lint from her dress. 

Leaning in, her voice brushes against Regina’s ear. “I love cars. I already own them all. Now, shall we?” 

Stunned by that bomb, Regina gratefully follows the blonde to where their daughter has all the doors open to each vehicle. “I know that smile anywhere. That is the smile of a little girl who already knows which one she wants.” 

Imani’s arms open wide and gesture towards the Audi R8. 

Wrapping an arm around her daughter, Regina already has the no on her lips. “Beautiful but not practical, darling.” 

Imani’s shoulders fall but she rebounds quickly. “Maze said she’ll take me for a ride in it.” 

“She will take me for a ride in it first.” Retorts her mother, moving to the pearlescent white BMW X5. Her eyes drink in every curve the vehicle has to offer before stepping up and into the vehicle’s passenger seat. Leaning the seat back to take in the panoramic moon roof. 

From the backseat, Emma comments. “You should really see the night sky in this thing.” 

“Can you even see one in New York?” Their daughter has taken the driver’s seat, adjusting it to her height. 

“Not so much but Storybrooke,” Emma clucks her tongue. “I imagine you can find some pretty open territory to take it all in.” 

Turning quickly from the driver’s seat. “We should take it camping.” 

Matching sets of hazel eyes turn on the brunette and she finds herself warming to the idea of camping. Something about being surrounded by the beauty of nature and imagining Emma camping in the first place nearly made her laugh. “Do not go buy a camper.” 

Thin lips fall open and then close themselves as Emma thinks better of her response. “Fine.” 

“This one is my favorite so far.” Before her heel gets near the ground, she is helped down from the SUV by Yemi who gently takes her hand. 

“Mine as well.” 

Stepping up to take her from his brother, August’s handsome and charming smile greets her next. “You have good taste. However, prepare to have your mind blown with this next beauty. May I introduce you to Stella, otherwise known as the Porsche Cayenne. Stella features luxury styling but she’s also a kick to drive. What were you driving before?”

“An ‘88 Mercedes-Benz 380 SL.” 

He whistles, helping her into the passenger seat of Stella. Rounding the SUV he hops into the driver’s side. “Nice! Can’t go wrong with a classic. Now, this baby features a 12.3-inch touchscreen, a 10-speaker stereo, and a Wi-Fi hotspot. Safety features include adaptive LED headlights, blind-spot monitoring, and hands-free passive entry.” 

“Impressive. Go on.” She glances at all of the options before her on the dash. 

“Sis’ says you’re a bit sore from your fender-bender. Prepare to be amazed.” Turning on the vehicle, August reaches for a feature Regina knew she always wanted in her next vehicle. “Heated front seats, and steering wheel. Perfect for Maine weather.” 

“This is nice.” Regina feels at ease in this vehicle. The sheer size alone made her feel a bit safer than the Mercedes-Benz. 

“Alright, August, you’ve had your turn. Madame, if you would join me we have one more vehicle for you to give a test run to.” Eve has stepped up and chivalrously extends her arm to Regina. 

“Why thank you,” Regina responds to her cheerful demeanor in kind. How lucky was she to be in the presence of what Emma so clearly claimed as her family. Stepping into the S-Class Mercedes-Benz is nothing like its predecessor. “What do we have here?” 

“Only like a personal limo for the ultra-wealthy.” Charming hazel-eyes meet Regina’s and they twinkle with the joy Eve radiates in waves. “Great fuel mileage, loads of technology. You have a tablet at your fingertips from the driver seat and if Imani has her friends over, they can watch whatever they want in the back. Two more screens for passengers.” 

Leaning her head back against the headrest. Her mind reeling with the possibilities but her heart already knew what it wanted. “Thank you for showing this to me.” 

“I only brought this because of your last car. It’s a little too techy for my tastes. Besides, if you don’t like any of them we’ll try again. Emma has a thing for cars and a lot of them.” 

“She really does own all of these already?” Regina’s brow rises of its own accord. 

Eve chuckles, patting Regina’s thigh. “She is a complicated woman. Imani finding her…that meant a lot to Emma. She says she isn’t sure how to love well but knowing her as long as I have I know that’s hooey.” 

Glancing in the passenger-side mirror Regina sees that Emma is rather engaged with their daughter. Hanging from every single syllable as they sit in the SUV parked behind herself and Eve. Once more she finds her daughter in the driver-seat as though trying to usher the future into the present. 

“On that, we agree.” 

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It was time to see the resting place of the 1988 Mercedes Benz and Emma took special care to be behind the wheel. As far as they could manage on the gravel drive until it was time to draw nearer. If Emma is surprised by the grasp of Regina’s hand she doesn’t show it. As they draw nearer the brunette’s legs grow shakier. The scene of the accident is as fresh as ever.

 With that clarity and the absolute shambles of the vehicle, Regina finds strength in Emma’s presence. 

Her hand covers her mouth. 

Emma’s arm snuggly rests along her lower back keeping her steady. Her own heart thudded loudly in her ears. Regina’s door was crumpled inward. The bumper and the quarter panel on her side were missing entirely. Glass was everywhere on the interior.  Reassuring the shaky woman beside her. “It’s okay to have a reaction.”

“I didn’t see what was happening in time.” 

“You mustn’t blame yourself.” 

Besides the Mercedes was Mrs. Nolan’s absolute beast of a vehicle. A paneled wagoneer. It certainly looked nowhere near as bad as the Mercedes and yet it reminded Emma of a car one of her foster parents had. One worn by the years and children it carried to any number of activities or visits. 

An emotionally heavy sigh escapes painted lips. “Mrs. Nolan texts me every day to apologize.” 

“How is she?” Emma asks out of kindness. Something Regina continually exhibits over the people in her town.

“The doctors are hopeful for a full recovery but I worry. She is one of the best teachers Imani’s ever had and it kills me to know her head is so full of worry. As soon as I return to work next week I’ll be arranging a fundraiser.” 

Readjusting the cuff of her navy blazer Emma nods. “Any resources you need are available to you to maximize your efforts.”

“You would go and do something selfless like that. Please know that Imani wanted you, Emma. Her mother.” Regina’s hand cups Emma’s face, steering their eyes to meet. “Had I known how attracted to you I would be, I may have helped her earlier. You don’t need to exercise your influence at every turn.” 

There is mental strife evidenced in Emma’s furrowed brow. “I will work on being more present and in the moment rather than extravagant.”

“Thank you.” 

There in the middle of the junkyard, Regina’s heart picked up the pace as she held onto one of the best damn things in her life.

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Aside from collecting a few old photographs from inside the Mercedes Regina was able to carry what she wished to take. For the return drive back home she requested that Emma get behind the wheel. 

"Tomorrow, I'd like for us to pull your chosen vehicle into the driveway. Then we'll practice for your mornings. I want all your mayor-ing stuff, purse, lunch box, and Imani's things." Emma pats Regina’s knee.

Nodding, Regina’s body loses some of its rigidity. “Alright.” 

“I can stick around until you feel comfortable driving again yourself.” 

Shaking her head. “After dinner, I need to face my fear and get back behind the wheel. I have been thinking…”

“Uh oh.” Emma teases playfully. 

“As much as our daughter may sense something is transpiring between us, perhaps we should wait to reveal ourselves to her.” 

“Alright. What made you go there just now?”

“Several things, the first being we don’t even know if I’ll work out. Mentally, you take me to a place where I can let go but I haven’t truly been at your mercy. If I cannot be that for you, eventually liking me and being Imani’s mother will not be enough.” 

“Go on.” 

“Our daughter may have been four and five years old when my marriage ended but she recalls how that time made her feel. How I felt and reacted very much left an impression. I do not wish to put her through that. What happens between you and, it needs to stay that way. Until we’re sure.” 

 “Okay.” 

“That’s it?” Regina turns toward her to find a mischievous grin.

“Your reasoning is sound. That and I adore the way you acknowledge you have never been at my mercy. Something tells me that you’ve been watching too many cheap imitations.” 

She can see from the way Regina’s eyes widen and her slow swallowing that her words have the desired effect. 

“I am sorry about this weekend.” 

Grasping Regina’s chin and staring deeply into amber pools that magically reflected the sunlight back at her was all it took to steal her attention from dangerous thoughts. “You will cease apologizing for this weekend immediately, il mio tesoro.”

“Yes.” 

A bit of moisture filled those darling eyes. The tear that took the plunge was no match for the pad of Emma’s thumb. “Well done, tesoro mio. There is no need for tears. In fact, I have good news.” 

“Oh?” 

“It is time for our first lesson.”