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Regina set her phone down with a heavy sigh, having just gotten through an hour-long conversation with her estranged mother. Perhaps ‘estranged’ wasn’t the right word. She spoke to her mother at least twice a week, but they hadn’t actually seen each other since her wedding day. That was six years ago. She knew the reason her mother never came to visit, even if it had never been said aloud.

She had married another woman. Her mother was not a religious person, but still incredibly old-fashioned, as the woman often put it. Each time they spoke, the woman would do everything in her power to avoid talking about her daughter’s friend. That was just another one of her little phrases that made Regina’s eye twitch.

Regina’s marriage had kept her mother away for all these years, and she would be lying if she said it didn’t hurt, but she wasn’t about to sacrifice her own happiness for her mother’s. After today’s phone call, however, it seemed the old-fashioned woman had finally decided to put aside her disdain for Regina’s love life and wished to come visit for a week. Regina was stunned by this— shocked, even. A part of her was elated that she would finally get to see her mother again, but at the same time, she was dreading having to relay the news to her wife.

Upon arriving home, Regina pulled her black Mercedes into the garage next to the yellow Volkswagen Beetle. It was vintage, having once belonged to her wife’s beatnik grandmother, but it was well taken care of. She parked the car and stepped out, gathering her purse and briefcase, and closed the garage door.

The moment she walked into the house, she was hit with the smell of baked salmon and the sound of David Byrne’s distinct voice emanating from the kitchen. Accompanying the music was her wife’s soft humming, which she never failed to find endearing. Guilt overcame her as she knew she would have to break the unfortunate news, thus souring the woman’s bright mood.

“…And you may tell yourself, ‘This is not my beautiful house.’ And you may tell yourself, ‘This is not my beautiful wife!’”

Regina walked down the short hallway and into the kitchen with a somewhat-forced smile. It became more genuine when she saw her wife standing near the kitchen sink, humming quietly and staring amicably out the window. The blonde was barefoot, wearing a pair of frayed Daisy Dukes and a white tank top, and of course, no bra. Her wife was not overly fond of wearing clothes, and often walked around the house naked, but if she was dressed, she must have just come home from somewhere.

“Hello, Emma,” Regina said fondly as she set her purse on the counter.

The blonde turned to her with a wide smile and gleaming eyes, green as the nearby sea. Regina quickly found herself in her wife’s bone-crushing embrace. She returned the gesture in a much softer manner and chuckled.

“You’re wearing clothes,” she noted, “Did you go somewhere?”

Emma nodded and kissed Regina with fervor. “Yeah, I just got back from the store. I wanted to make salmon tonight. I figured we could have it over rice, so I’ve got the water boiling.”

“How lucky I am to be married to such a wonderful cook,” Regina beamed.

Emma’s smile somehow grew wider. “I’m the lucky one,” she declared, “I married the baddest bitch on the East Coast.”

Regina let out a rich laugh. “I can’t argue with that.” She kissed Emma’s cheek affectionately and turned to walk away. “I’ll be right back. I need to put my things away,” she said, peering back at her wife over her shoulder, “and put on something more comfortable.”

Emma smirked. “Or you could just wear nothing at all,” she said.

Again, Regina laughed. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.”

She headed into the bedroom and placed her briefcase on the desk in the corner. The walls in the room were red, coated with a special type of paint that allowed one to draw and write on it, but could be easily wiped clean afterwards. The ceiling, on the other hand, was adorned with a permanent mandala, which Emma had painted entirely by hand, all on her own.

Changing out of her pantsuit and blouse, Regina donned a sleeveless Ramones shirt and a pair of ripped jeans before padding back into the kitchen where the music had already changed. She smiled when she realized it was yet another Talking Heads song.

“And she was lying in the grass. And she could hear the highway breathing….”

Regina chuckled softly. “Don’t you ever get tired of them?” she asked.

Emma turned around and shook her head, grinning. “Never!”

Regina shifted, feeling a bit awkward as she watched Emma add rice to the boiling water. Emma noticed her sudden demeanor and looked at her with concern.

“Gina? What’s the matter?”

“I wouldn’t want to corrupt your positive aura,” said Regina.

“Whatever it is, I’m sure I can handle it,” Emma told her with a slight shrug.

Regina bit her lip. “Well, I was on the phone with my mother today,” she said hesitantly, “and she informed me she would be coming to visit us for a week.”

Emma stared blankly at her. “…What?”

“I know, and I’m sorry. I didn’t know about this until an hour or so ago. She did most of the talking. I hardly got a word in. She said she’ll be here in two days.”

Emma was silent for a moment. “Well, she is your mom,” she said, “You should see her every now and then.”

“But she hasn’t come around since the wedding,” said Regina, “and you know how she feels about us being together. I don’t want her to come here if she’s going to be, well, herself.”

“It’ll only be for a week, right? Maybe she’s changed.”

Regina sighed and brought a hand to her head. “God, I hope you’re right.” She blinked in surprise when Emma took hold of her hand and lowered it ever so gently. The blonde stared deep into her eyes and offered a loving smile.

“Whatever happens, we’ll deal with it together,” said Emma, “just like we always do. Do you know why?”

Regina smiled. “Because we’re a team?” she guessed.

Emma gave a curt nod. “Disco.”

“I believe you mean ‘Bingo,’ darling.”

Emma grinned. “Whatever you say, babe.”

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Cora’s relationship with her daughter was strained, to say the least. She made sure to call Regina at least twice a week, but the last time they’d been face to face was six years ago at that abhorrent excuse for a wedding. She wasn’t exactly a god-fearing woman, but she was certain the union between two women went entirely against the will of whatever higher power it was that pulled the universe’s strings. What was Regina thinking, marrying a woman? Especially that woman. Emma Swan, the beatnik who hardly ever wore anything appropriate.

Cora believed Emma had corrupted her daughter. Regina had been seeing a nice young man named Daniel, and she was sure they would have gotten married if that little blonde tramp hadn’t come along and ruined everything. But things had never really gone the way she wanted them to. At first she believed Regina only married the tramp to spite her for being a strict parent, but now she was certain Emma had somehow brainwashed her darling girl into living an unnatural lifestyle.

By the time she finally found herself in Storybrooke, Maine, Cora had already gotten lost twice. The town was hidden deep in the woods, like some sort of mirage. It was filled with brightly-colored houses and various shops, no doubt an art community. Places like this may have been appealing to some, but not Cora Mills. She was an old-fashioned woman, preferring modesty over flamboyance.

She enjoyed the simple things in life: classical music, soap operas and gardening. Her roses were very dear to her, almost as much as Regina. Reading romance novels and drinking wine by the fire was a nightly routine for her. She found it comforting. The books helped her feel young again. She prayed Regina’s home had a fireplace. If she couldn’t have her peace and quiet, even for a moment, she wasn’t sure she would be able to keep herself composed.

As she reached the house on Mifflin Street, Cora was sure she had the wrong address. She expected a stunning home, perhaps a farmhouse style. Maybe something with decorative stone walls. That would have been suitable. What she saw before her, however, was caught somewhere between Spanish style and contemporary. Not quite a manor, but certainly not small.

There was a big garage door that appeared wooden. She parked outside of it and checked the address on the mailbox, which had been painted to resemble an orange Volkswagen van. On the side of the mailbox was the name Swan-Mills, done elegantly with white paint. The wooden post was painted with twisting vines and bright flowers, and it bore a small sign which indeed read 108.

Cora felt her heart skip at least three beats when she saw her daughter emerge from the front door wearing a pair of tattered jeans and a Rolling Stones t-shirt. She scoffed a bit, but supposed a bit of rock ‘n’ roll wasn’t so terrible, as long as it wasn’t anything too vulgar. She stepped out of her Honda and stood there with her hands folded in front of her, donning a tight smile as her daughter approached. It was then that she noticed Regina was barefoot.

“Regina, darling, where are your shoes?” she asked.

Regina chuckled a bit. “Hello to you too, Mother.” She embraced the older woman and the gesture was returned with mild reluctance.

“It’s been so long,” said Cora.

“Yes, it certainly has,” Regina said flatly, “You never came to visit us before. What’s changed?”

“I just wanted to see my daughter again,” Cora told her, “Is that too much to ask?”

“Of course not,” said Regina, “but it’s been six years. Have you decided you’re ready for us to be a family again?”

“Darling, we’re already family.”

“No. Not until you acknowledge Emma as my wife,” said Regina, “and please, try to be nice. I’m sure you would like her if only you gave her a chance.”

Cora’s smile did not reach her eyes. “Of course,” she said stiffly, “Anything for you, dearest.”

Regina rolled her eyes as she moved past the woman. “Can I help you with your things?”

Cora responded with a curt nod. “That would be much appreciated.”

When the two brunettes made their way into the house, Regina watched her mother closely, gaging the woman’s reaction. Cora’s lips were pursed while her dark eyes scanned the room. The walls were teal, decorated with a myriad of ocean-themed décor and several paintings of aquatic creatures.

“You must really like the ocean.”

“Well, yes,” said Regina, “We do live next to one, after all.”

“We,” Cora murmured. She let out a quiet sigh, though it wasn’t as quiet as she believed it to be. “And where is she? Your,” she hesitated, struggling to utter the dreaded word, “wife?”

“She’s around here somewhere, I’m sure. I’ll put your things upstairs. You just make yourself comfortable.”

Cora nodded. “Thank you, dear. Say, you wouldn’t happen to have a fireplace, would you?”

“Yes, on the patio out back,” said Regina, “I see you still read those old romance novels. Still ogling Fabio?”

Cora let out a dramatic gasp. “I beg your pardon?”

Regina chuckled. “Oh, come on, I’m only teasing.”

She picked up two of the suitcases and was surprised at how light they were. Even for a seven-day trip, it seemed her mother had hardly packed a thing. Maybe they would have to go on a shopping trip. She was sure her mother would like that. As she made her way upstairs, Regina realized her mother was following her. She walked into the guest room and set the suitcases down on the foot of the bed. When she turned around, Cora was standing there, eyeing the room with an unreadable expression.

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

“The walls,” said her mother, “they’re yellow.”

Regina nodded. “Marigold, to be exact. Emma is very particular about her colors.”

“I see.”

Regina folded her arms. “I’m guessing you don’t like it?”

“It wouldn’t have been my first choice.”

“Yes, well, you’re more than welcome to stay in the lavender room,” Regina teased.

Cora sighed. “This will do.”

“Good,” said Regina, “I’ll get the rest of your things. Feel free to look around.”

Regina disappeared downstairs and Cora released the breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. She walked quietly out of the nauseatingly-yellow room and looked around. Peering down the hallway, she saw a door slightly ajar and began to approach it. She pushed the door open without a word and her eyes grew wide with horror.

There, facing the window, was the blonde tramp. She was stark naked, sat before an easel with a large painting in front of her. She didn’t seem to notice Cora’s presence, as there were wireless earbuds filling her head with music. Her body was covered in tattoos. Cora only got a brief glimpse of them, namely the large swan with its wings spread across the blonde’s back, but even that was too much to handle. The gasp that escaped Cora was enough to catch Emma’s attention, and she quickly turned around to look at the woman. Her eyes were equally wide.

“Holy shit,” was the first thing out of her mouth.

Cora promptly backed away and rushed back towards the stairs, nearly crashing into Regina. Her daughter bore a puzzled expression.

“What’s the matter?”

“Y-Your wife,” Cora stammered, “she’s— she’s naked! Why on earth would she be naked?!”

Regina gaped at her mother for a moment, but then began to laugh heartily. “Ah, yes,” she said, “Please excuse her. She prefers to work that way. It helps her stay in the Zone, as she puts it. She says clothes are too distracting.”

“What is she, some sort of nudist?”

“Yes, actually, but I’ll ask her to throw something on while you’re here.”

Cora was aghast. “Let’s hope she doesn’t miss.” She moved quickly past Regina and down the stairs. “I think I’ll just wait out on the patio!” she declared.

Regina shook her head and put the rest of Cora’s things in the guest room. She then walked into the sunroom where she found her startled wife hurriedly pulling on a black tank top and some white hotpants. Emma was red-faced and expressing a look of utter dread.

“Regina! I didn’t realize she was here! You should’ve told me!” the blonde said, mildly panicked, “She visits us for the first time in six years and the first thing she sees is my bare ass!”

“You’ve never cared if anyone else saw your ass,” Regina reminded her with a faint smile.

“Yeah, but she’s your mother! That’s different!” Emma told her.

“Well, just remember to lock the door next time,” said Regina. She took hold of Emma’s pale hand and her smile widened. “Don’t worry, darling. If anything, this will get her out of our hair sooner.”

“If you don’t want her here, why’d you let her come?”

“Like you said, she is my mother. She’ll only be here for the week. I’m sure we can put up with her for that long.”

Emma scratched her head awkwardly. “Did you tell her I’m a nudist?”

Regina nodded. “I did, yes.”

“And how did she take that?”

Regina pursed her lips. “She didn’t.”

Emma sighed. “This is gonna be the longest week of our lives, isn’t it?”

A smile crept onto Regina’s face as she leaned over to whisper into her wife’s ear. “Not as long as our honeymoon,” she husked. She planted a soft kiss upon Emma’s cheek. “Come on. Let’s get dinner started.”

Emma just nodded. “Okay. What’s on the menu?”

“Shrimp tacos,” said Regina.

“But Cora hates shrimp,” Emma said, visibly disturbed by this knowledge, “and tacos.”

Regina’s smile widened into a look of smug satisfaction. “Exactly.”

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Following the uncomfortably-awkward silence that accompanied dinner, Emma began moving her canvases and art supplies into the shed out back. She didn’t paint in there often, but it was certainly big enough to work in, and best of all, she wouldn’t have to worry about offending Cora with her nudity. When she was finished moving her things, she locked the shed door and headed back towards the house. Upon reaching the patio, she noticed Cora sitting by the outdoor fireplace with a book and a glass of wine.

“Fabio, huh?” she asked, “Regina always said you liked ogling him.”

Cora glowered at her. “I have no idea what you’re referring to.”

Emma just chuckled. “Hey, it’s cool. Whatever floats your boat.”

She stepped back into the house and could feel the woman watching her like a hawk as she walked through the kitchen. She soon disappeared around the corner and into the hallway. The first door on the right was the master bedroom, where she found Regina sitting up in bed with a book. She felt her heart melt when she saw her wife wearing a pair of reading glasses. Regina looked up at her with a fond smile.

“I was wondering when you were coming to bed,” said Regina. She cocked her head when she saw the mesmerized look on her wife’s face. “What is it, dear?”

Emma bit her lip as she closed the door. “You look so fucking hot when you wear glasses.”

Regina’s smile morphed into a smirk as she marked her place and set the book aside. She curled her finger slowly, gesturing for her wife to approach. Emma didn’t hesitate to climb up onto the bed and kiss her with fervor. When they pulled back, both of them were left breathless. They panted softly and stared deep into each other’s eyes.

“Fuck me,” they rasped in unison.

Regina swiftly brought her arms around Emma’s shoulders and pulled the blonde into a searing kiss. She moaned when her wife’s hands slipped under her silk camisole, reaching for her breasts. A soft sigh escaped her when Emma’s fingers brushed against her pierced nipples.

“Em-ma,” she breathed.

“God, I love you so much. You and your pierced tits.”

Regina chuckled. “You certainly have a way with words, darling.” She groaned as Emma’s lips enveloped one of her stiff nipples, sucking lightly. She buried her fingers in her wife’s golden tresses. “I love you, too,” she murmured, “We should do something to spice things up a bit.”

“Music,” Emma whispered as she pulled her mouth away, “We’ve got to have music.”

Regina just nodded. “Alright. You pick.”

Emma grinned as her eyes slipped shut. “Alexa, play Our House.”

“Playing ‘Our House’ by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young.”

“Good choice.” Regina moaned when Emma’s lips met the side of her neck. “Get the strap-on,” she husked.

Emma leaned over and fumbled for the bottom drawer of the nightstand to her right. Retrieving the item in question, she eagerly tore off her minimal clothing and fastened the toy to her hips as quickly as she could. Once it was secure, she pulled back the covers and began removing her wife’s lacy black underwear in a torturously-slow manner. When the garment was cast to the foot of the bed, she smiled and moved towards Regina, but suddenly found herself being pushed onto her back. Her heart raced as Regina straddled her lap.

“Regina,” she groaned.

Regina pressed a finger to her wife’s lips and smiled. “Just lie back and relax, dearest,” she murmured, “I’ll take care of the rest.”

The following morning, Cora came downstairs to find a tall, pale man talking to Emma in the kitchen. Emma was wearing nothing but a pale blue robe that appeared to be silk. Not appropriate to wear in front of a guest, especially when said guest was of the opposite sex. They were speaking quietly and the way they hugged one another made Cora suspicious. She looked around for Regina but found no sign of her daughter. She locked eyes with the tall man as he passed by her. He was dressed in a white shirt with a paisley vest and an ascot, seemingly a man of good taste. So then what on earth was he doing here?

“Morning,” he said with a slight nod, “You must be Cora.”

Cora pursed her lips. “I am,” she said, “and you are?”

The man smiled politely. “Jefferson. It’s nice meeting you,” or so he claimed. He turned back towards the kitchen as Emma walked out into the living room. His smile became more genuine. “I’ll see you later, Em. I’ve got a meeting uptown.”

Emma smiled and nodded. “You know where to find me.”

Jefferson left and Cora eyed Emma warily. “Who was that man?” she asked in an accusatory manner, “Is he your secret lover?”

Emma blinked at the woman in surprise, but then began to laugh hysterically until tears slipped down her pale cheeks. “You really think I would— with Jefferson?” she stammered, “Oh God, no! He’s like a brother to me! Besides, I’m not into guys, and the only one for me is Regina.”

Cora grimaced. “Keep your voice down.”

“Or what?” Emma challenged, taking on a mocking tone, “You worried the neighbors might hear?”

“Where is Regina?” Cora demanded.

Before Emma could respond, Regina appeared in the living room from the garage. “What’s going on?” she asked, visibly confused, “I heard shouting.”

Emma wiped the mirthful tears from her eyes. “Your mom thinks I’m cheating on you with Jefferson.”

Regina didn’t hesitate to let out a rich laugh. “Oh, wouldn’t that be something?” she asked, “Mother, Jefferson is an art dealer. He and Emma were friends long before we met. He’s bought many of her paintings. I assure you, there is nothing going on between them beyond exchanges of cash.”

Cora averted her gaze and walked into the kitchen to make some coffee. She would have much rather had a glass of wine, but it was much too early to drink acceptably. She knew what she had seen. The embrace between the hussy and the art dealer was not platonic. She was sure of it. Besides, men and women could never just be friends. It always led to something more. It was only a matter of time before her daughter would catch the two in bed together and leave the tramp.

Regina and Emma entered the kitchen and while the blonde rummaged through the fridge for some juice, Regina joined Cora at the counter to get some coffee.

“Darling, would you like some coffee?”

Emma turned and smiled. “Yes, please.”

The brunette reached up into the cabinet above and retrieved two ceramic mugs. One was black with the cursive letter ‘R’ etched into it. The other was white with an ‘E,’ also written in cursive. She picked up a third mug with a colorful, dotted mandala painted on it and handed it to her mother.

“Thank you, dear,” Cora said softly. She eyed the pattern with mild interest. “What is this? Some sort of flower?”

“It’s a mandala, Mother,” Regina explained, but she could tell it was lost on Cora, “It represents the universe.”

“I see,” said Cora, but she really didn’t, “Did either of you make this?”

“I did, actually,” said Regina, “and we made these mugs for each other on our third anniversary.”

“How thoughtful.” This time, Cora actually seemed to mean it.

A faint smile pulled at Regina’s lips. “Maybe I could help you make one of your own.”

Cora’s eyes gleamed with surprise. “You would do that?”

Regina nodded. “Of course. There’s a pottery class held uptown three times a week. I can try to get us a reservation.”

Cora’s lips curled into a fond smile. “I’d like that.”

“Wonderful. I’ll see if I they have any spots open.” Regina poured each of them some coffee and handed Emma the steaming white mug with a smile. “I’ll be right back,” she said, “then I’ll make breakfast.”

Emma grinned and kissed Regina sweetly. “Can’t wait.”

Cora saw this and turned away, suddenly very interested in the little cactus resting in the windowsill.

“You don’t even know what I’m going to make,” Regina said with a chuckle.

Emma shook her head. “I don’t need to. Whatever it is, I know it’ll be amazing.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere, my darling.”

Regina went to make a call, leaving her wife and mother alone in the kitchen. She prayed they didn’t tear each other apart while she was gone.

As Emma added a bit of cream and sugar to her coffee, she sensed Cora was watching her and looked up at the woman while stirring the hot drink. Cora was indeed looking at her over the rim of the painted mug.

“So,” said Cora, “how long have you known this ‘Jefferson’ fellow?”

“We met in art school, so it’s been about twelve years.”

“Art school. Of course.”

Emma flashed a passive-aggressive smile (something akin to a Daenerys meme she’d once snickered at) before turning back to add a single ice cube to her coffee. She sipped it slowly and gave a hum of satisfaction. It was perfect.

“Regina may believe you two aren’t up to anything, but I don’t,” Cora stated.

Emma took a long, slow drink of her coffee, not meeting the woman’s icy gaze. “Like I said, we’re just good friends.”

“Men and women can never just be friends.”

“Looks like you’ve been reading one too many romance novels,” Emma said flatly, “I would never cheat on Regina, especially not with Jefferson.”

“If that’s true, then why was he being so affectionate?”

“He’s like that with just about everyone.”

“Right,” said Cora, “I don’t know why such a well-dressed man would want to sleep with someone in your condition.”

Emma scoffed. “My condition?” She set her mug down and folded her arms. “Let’s talk about my ‘condition,’” she said, “Just what’s wrong with it?”

“Look at you,” Cora said, gesturing to Emma’s entire body, “You could have been beautiful, but then you went and covered yourself in all those tattoos. You’ve ruined any chances of meeting a decent man. Only criminals and sailors would want you.”

Emma grit her teeth. “Well, it’s a good thing I don’t want a man. Never have.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Every woman goes on dates with a man at least once in her life.”

“Maybe the ones you know,” said Emma, “but not me.”

“Right. You just steal women away from their boyfriends and trick them into marrying you.”

Emma could feel her blood boiling, which wasn’t something that happened often. “You think I stole Regina from Daniel? You don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.”

“She could have married him and had a nice, loving family. She could have given me grandchildren,” Cora said coldly, “but no. Instead, she ran off with some tramp and moved to this gaudy town.”

Emma started to speak, but another voice beat her to it: “That is quite enough.”

Emma and Cora turned to see Regina standing at the entrance of the kitchen with a now-lukewarm cup of coffee and a look of displeasure. She spoke to Emma, but her eyes were locked on Cora, expressing cold anger.

“Emma, would you be a dear and run to the store for me? I just realized we were out of milk,” she said firmly.

Emma didn’t say a word. She just nodded and hurried past her wife, heading to the bedroom. She changed quickly, grabbed her keys and wallet, and left through the front door so as to not pass by the kitchen. She knew perfectly well there was still a gallon of milk in the fridge, but she decided another trip to the store couldn’t hurt. She opened up the garage door with the keypad and climbed into her car. When she sat down, she felt a buzz in her pocket and pulled out her phone to find a text from Regina. She swallowed as she opened it.

‘One hour,’ it read.

Emma breathed a heavy sigh and backed out of the driveway. As she passed by Cora’s red Honda on the curb, she felt a sense of anger creeping back into her mind. She tightened her grip on the steering wheel and clenched her jaw.

“Five more days, Emma,” she told herself, “Just five more days and she’ll be gone.”

Regina was pacing the kitchen, running her fingers through her unkempt hair. “What the hell were you thinking?” she demanded, “You swore you would make an effort to be kind!” Her stress was potent. “Instead, you call my wife a tramp and accuse her not only of cheating, but of stealing me away from Daniel! You’ve been here less than a day, Mother! Less than a goddamn day and you’re already trying to break up my marriage! Is that the real reason you came here? I want the truth.”

Cora struggled to find her voice, having never been spoken to that way by anyone, least of all her own daughter. She took a slow, deep breath and stared into Regina’s eyes with an unreadable expression.

“You’re not entirely wrong,” she said, “I came here to help you come to your senses. Things haven’t been easy for me since your father died, and they became even more difficult when you left Daniel. He was a wonderful man, Regina. You would have made a beautiful family. Tell me, what does Emma have that he doesn’t?” Tears started to well in her eyes, but Regina was having none of it.

“Oh, stop with the waterworks. If by ‘come to my senses’ you mean leave my wife, you can forget about that right now,” Regina stated firmly.

“What did I do wrong, Regina?” Cora asked, not bothering to hide her tears, “What did I ever do to make you lash out like this? Was I truly that bad of a mother?”

Regina now had her hands on her hips, as her mother had often done while reprimanding her. “Mother, if you think for a moment that I only married Emma to spite you, then you might as well head down to the bank,” she said. She was quiet at first, but her voice quickly grew louder. “And ask for a fucking reality check!”

Cora gasped. “Regina! Language!”

“No! I’m thirty-four years-old, Mother, and you are in my home,” Regina snapped, stepping closer to her teary-eyed mother, “The home I share with the love of my fucking life! Do you want to know why I left Daniel? I can assure you, it didn’t have a thing to do with Emma! You were too busy being a hateful bitch to consider that maybe— just maybe— the breakup was mutual! You wanna know something else, Mother? Daniel likes men! He was dating me so that his family wouldn’t get suspicious, but I was the one who convinced him to come out!”

Cora’s eyebrows grew closer together as the wheels turned in her head. “Daniel is a homosexual?” she asked quietly.

“Gay, Mother,” Regina corrected, “He’s gay.”

Cora gave a small nod. “Right,” she rasped, “and where is he now?”

Regina scoffed. “As if I’d tell you,” she said, “For all I know, you’d track him down and wind up getting yourself charged with stalking and harassment— and for the record, that would be a case I wouldn’t take.”

Cora was appalled. “I would never!”

“Maybe not,” said Regina, “but I’m still not going to tell you.” She smirked a bit. “And while we’re on the subject, Jefferson is also a gay man. That is why I’m certain he and Emma are not screwing behind my back.” Her face softened. “Regardless, I know Emma would never cheat on me. She loves me more than anyone else ever has,” she said fondly, “She is everything to me. Sure, she has her little quirks, but they only make me love her that much more. She is my other half. When you insult her, you’re insulting me. Remember that.”

Cora was silent for a moment, staring deep into her daughter’s eyes. “I love you, Regina, I truly do,” she said quietly, “but I cannot accept this union. I can’t accept the nudity, the profanity, or the abhorrent tattoos. This lifestyle of yours, or whatever you wish to call it, simply isn’t right. It isn’t moral. It isn’t natural.”

It took everything in Regina’s power not to end up with charges of her own. She took a slow, deep breath and exhaled in the same manner before turning away and leaving the kitchen. “Then you can just leave,” she said as calmly as possible, “Pack up and go. I’ll give you until noon. There’s a hotel about forty-five minutes away called the Hyperion. I’ll text you the number.”

She walked down the short hallway leading to the garage and closed the door behind her. Only then did she allow herself to break down, crying silently as she pulled out her phone and sent Emma a text. After that, she dialed the number for the pottery class.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Regina again.”

“Oh, did you want to change your reservation? I have another spot open on Friday afternoon.”

“Actually, I was calling to cancel altogether.”

There was a moment of silence on the other end. “Honey, what happened?”

Regina allowed herself to sob openly into the phone. “Let’s just say things aren’t going well with Cora,” she said, “but at least I still have you.”

“You know I’m here whenever you need me, for any reason. Is Emma around?”

“I sent her to the store. We don’t really need anything. I just wanted to speak with Cora in private.”

“Understandable. Why don’t you stop by later? Say, three or so. I’m planning on baking a pie and I could always use a helping hand. I’m sure you remember the ‘incident’ from last Thanksgiving. Charming as he is, I still don’t quite trust David to be within ten feet of the oven.”

Regina smiled despite her tears, chuckling a bit. “Yes, I remember,” she said, “You know, I think that’s exactly what I need right now. Might I ask what kind of pie you’ll be making?”

“Apple, of course.”

Regina was confused. “What? I thought you didn’t like apple pie?”

“Not particularly, but I’m more than happy to put your needs ahead of mine. That’s what the Swan family is all about, darling.”

Hearing this brought Regina a much-needed sense of comfort. “Thank you, Snow,” she murmured.

“My pleasure,” came the beaming voice of her mother-in-law.

Chapter Text

Emma was wandering aimlessly through the seafood market, eyeing the lobster and fish behind the glass with mild interest. Her eyes lit up when she noticed the man at the counter setting out several trays of sushi.

“I didn’t know you sold sushi here.”

The man smiled and nodded. “We just started making it yesterday,” he told her, “Would you like a sample?”

“Oh, absolutely. What kinds do you have?”

“Right now, all we’ve got is the smoked salmon roll, tuna nigiri, and lobster tempura.”

Emma unknowingly bit her lip as she considered her options. “Hmm,” she said, “Um, I think I’ll have the tempura.”

The man retrieved a small plastic cup and some tongs, placing a piece of sushi into the cup and handing it over. “There you go, Miss,” he said jovially.

Emma smiled and closed her eyes as she stuffed the whole piece into her mouth. In her mind, it was the only acceptable way to enjoy sushi. Regina was the opposite, believing it was better to cut the pieces in half and savor them. The sound that escaped Emma was something akin to a moan. She swallowed the morsel with a satisfied sigh.

“Oh, God, that’s amazing.”

The man chuckled. “Glad you think so. You’re among the first to try it.”

“Well, I’ll be sure to get the word out,” Emma beamed.

Just then, she felt another buzz in her pocket and checked her phone to find a new text from her wife. She stepped away from the counter and opened it.

‘That woman is no longer welcome in our home.’

Emma had mixed feelings about this. On one hand, she was grateful to finally be rid of such a toxic person, but on the other, she felt awful that Regina wouldn’t have a positive relationship with Cora that she had with her own mother. She tried to think of an appropriate response, but before she had the chance, her phone started to buzz. Emanating from it was the angelic voice of Kate Bush.

“If I only could, I’d make a deal with God….”

She was surprised to see it was her mother calling, almost as if the woman was psychic. She certainly had her suspicions, as her mother had always seemed more intuitive than most.

“Hey Mom, what’s up?”

“Emma, honey, have you had breakfast yet?”

Emma was taken aback by this question, having not heard it since she and Regina got married. Prior to their wedding, her mother had called each and every day— without fail— to ask that very question, even while she was in college. Most people might have found that frustrating, perhaps even creepy, but Emma was not ‘most people.’

“Uh, no, actually. Cora was being, well, Cora, so Regina asked me to run to the store. I know she just wanted me out of the house so I wouldn’t have to hear them arguing.”

“Yes, I’m aware.”

Emma was confused. “You are?” She began walking down the aisle towards the back of the store. “How? Did Regina talk to you?”

“Yes. She called to cancel her reservation for the pottery class. She was so upset, it broke my heart. I asked her to come by the loft at three-o’clock to help me bake a pie. Would you like to join us?”

Emma couldn’t help but smile. “You know it,” she said.

“Wonderful. Since you haven’t eaten, why don’t you meet me at the diner? I’m in the mood for a nice omelet.”

“Sounds great. I’ll be there in ten.”

They said their goodbyes and Emma hung up the phone. Only then did she remember Regina’s text and went to answer it.

‘Sorry for not responding sooner. I was on the phone with Mom. She wants me to meet her at the diner. Why don’t you come, too?’

It didn’t take long for Regina to text back. ‘I would, but I don’t have much of an appetite right now. Maybe another time, dear.’

Emma read the message somberly. ‘I’m so sorry, Regina.’

‘You have nothing to apologize for.’

When Emma pulled up along the curb in front of the diner, she spotted her father’s old pickup across the street and wondered if he would be having breakfast as well. Hanging in the window was a bright neon sign which read Granny’s. She walked into the diner and the bell chimed overhead. A smile pulled at her lips when she saw her mother at a booth next to a window. They exchanged a small wave and she went to sit across from her mother.

The woman was petite, donning a white tunic blouse and a navy-blue floral skirt that reached her knees. Her dark hair was styled in a pixie cut with wisps of gray throughout it. Her pale face bore traces of age, but her eyes were youthful and green, much like her daughter’s. She seemed to exude a sense of wisdom. She wore little makeup, only a bit of mascara and a touch of lip gloss to accentuate her warm smile.

“Hello, dear.”

Emma smiled as best as she could. “Hey, Mom. How’ve you been?”

“Quite well,” said Snow, “at least, until I heard about Regina’s dilemma.” Her smile became a look of concern and she leaned forward a bit, clasping her hands around a steaming cup of tea. She took a slow sip before setting it aside with a sigh. “What happened, Emma? Didn’t Cora only arrive yesterday?”

Emma nodded. “Yeah. She accused me of cheating on Regina with Jefferson, of all people, then she called me a tramp and pretty much told me I wasn’t worth a damn because of my tattoos.”

It wasn’t often that her mother became angry. Those moments were few and far between. Snow was well-known throughout the town for her optimism and kindhearted nature, but when anyone dared hurt the people she loved— emotional or otherwise— she assumed a quiet, chilling rage, barely hidden behind a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“And where is she now?” she asked in an unnervingly-sweet tone.

Emma shook her head. “I don’t know. I guess she might still be packing. Regina said she wasn’t welcome at the house anymore. Maybe she’ll stay here for a bit."

Snow let out a passive-aggressive laugh, grinning a bit as she shook her head. “No she won’t,” she said cheerfully. She caught the attention of the waitress nearby and took on a much more genuine smile.

The waitress in question was tall with a red streak in her dark hair. She approached the table with a smile.

“Hey Emma,” she greeted, “Can I get you anything?”

Emma started to respond, but Snow spoke up instead. “Actually, that can wait a moment,” said the petite woman, “Ruby, would you be a dear and tell Granny I’d like a word?”

Ruby was noticeably confused but nodded. “Of course. One second.” She headed into the back, unsure what this was about, and found her grandmother flipping pancakes on the griddle. The old woman peered quizzically at her behind round glasses.

“What’re you doing back here, girlie? Your break isn’t for another two hours.”

“Um, Snow’s here with Emma. She said she wanted to speak with you.”

“I see,” said the old woman. She stacked the pancakes quickly onto a plate and handed it to Ruby. “Table three,” she said absently, stepping through the swinging kitchen doors. She spotted Snow and knew right then that something was terribly wrong. Snow was angry. Snow was never angry.

“Hello, Granny,” Snow greeted with a false sense of mirth.

“Good morning,” said Granny, “Ruby said you wanted to see me. Is there something I can do for you?”

“Yes, actually, there is,” said Snow. She stood up and gestured to the back of the restaurant. “Why don’t we talk somewhere quieter?”

Granny just nodded. “Of course.”

The two women disappeared around the corner and loitered near the restrooms. Snow dropped her polite smile as she looked Granny directly in the eye.

“Eugenia, I need a favor,” she said.

This stunned the older woman, as no one ever used her given name. Everyone simply referred to her as ‘Granny.’

“What is it?” she asked.

“Cora Mills is in town,” said Snow, “and until about an hour ago, she was staying with Emma and Regina. If she calls and asks for a room, I need you to tell her you’re all booked up. That woman has insulted not just her own daughter, but mine as well, and I won’t have it. You know I don’t condone violence, so this is the only other way to get rid of her. I’m also asking that you contact the other motel owners and have them turn her away just the same. That woman cannot stay here a moment longer. I don’t use this word often, but she is— pardon my French— a total cunt.”

Granny just nodded slowly. “Alright,” she said, “I’ll do what I can.”

“Thank you very much,” Snow said cordially, leaving Granny there looking befuddled. She made her way back to the booth and saw Emma drinking a glass of orange juice.

Emma looked up at her mother in mild concern. “What just happened?” she asked.

Snow’s smile widened as she took her seat. “I’ve ensured that she who must not be named won’t be staying here,” she said, “or anywhere else in town, either, if Granny can get in touch with the motel owners.”

Emma laughed in surprise and took a sip of her drink. “That’s one way to get her out of our hair,” she said, “I’m honestly impressed.”

Snow sipped her tea in a very calm, ladylike manner. “No one fucks with my family and gets away with it,” she said blithely. She looked over to Ruby and smiled. “Ruby, I believe we’re ready to order now.”

“Sure thing,” said Ruby. She pulled out her pen and pad. “What can I get you?”

“We’d both like omelets,” said Snow.

“The usual?”

Snow nodded. “Of course.”

Ruby smiled. “Alright, two omelets with cheese, mushrooms and ham. I’ll have that out ASAP.”

The moment Cora walked into the Hyperion, her jaw nearly hit the floor. People were casually walking around naked. She locked eyes with the man at the front desk and approached quickly, her face red with embarrassment.

“Excuse me, but why aren’t you doing anything about these people?”

The man seemed confused but retained a polite smile. “I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

“What— don’t understand?” Cora asked incredulously, “They’re naked!”

“Yes, ma’am. This is a nude hotel.”

“What? I was informed of no such thing!”

“My apologies. Is there anything I can do for you?”

Cora pursed her lips. “Yes, I would like you to cancel my reservation.”

“Alright. Can I get your name, please?”

“Cora Mills.”

The man searched the computer and found her information. “Alright, I’m cancelling the reservation,” he said, “but if you’re looking for a place to stay, there are plenty of motels over in Storybrooke. It’s about forty-five min—”

“Yes, I’m well-aware,” Cora snapped, “I’ve just come from there. I would rather not go back, but it seems I don’t have a choice.” She looked at the man expectantly. “Well, aren’t you going to refund me?”

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but the deposit you put down is non-refundable.”

“What?! That is ridiculous!”

“It’s company policy,” said the man.

With a huff, Cora picked up her bags and headed back out through the revolving door. She put her things back in the car and reluctantly began the drive back to Storybrooke. She still had five more days of her vacation time left, and she was going to do everything she could to knock some sense into her daughter.

Reaching into her purse, she retrieved her phone and attempted to call Regina, but no one answered. She was disappointed but far from surprised. She drove in tense silence, growing even more agitated when it suddenly began to rain. It didn’t clear up until she reached the edge of the sickeningly-vibrant town. She tightened her grip on the steering wheel, letting out a heavy sigh, and rolled past the flower-laden sign. Welcome to Storybrooke, it read.

She drove down Main Street until she noticed a diner with a sign out front advertising a bed and breakfast. She parked along the curb and walked into the diner. It was a bit of a dive, but she supposed it would do. Walking up to the counter, she locked eyes with a woman who looked to be about seventy.

“Hello,” said the woman, “Can I get you anything?”

“This is the bed and breakfast, correct?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Do you have any rooms available?”

“I’m very sorry, but we’re all booked up,” said the old woman, “I’m sure the motel on Hunt Street will have something open. It’s north of here, about three blocks.”

Cora nodded. “Thank you,” she said, gathering her purse. She headed back outside with a quiet sigh and began driving until she reached the motel. The place was a complete dump. Its pink walls were chipped and there were shingles missing from the ancient roof. She sure as hell wouldn’t be staying in such a place. It was probably infested with roaches and other unspeakable things.

She continued driving until she spotted another motel. It was called the Frontier Motel and it appeared to have a western theme. Cacti, ropes and old wagon wheels decorated the space outside. Hanging above the office door was a large skull once belonging to a steer. Its horns reached well beyond the doorframe. She found the place to be somewhat tacky, but it would have to do. When she walked inside, she was greeted by a young woman behind the desk.

“Hello, ma’am. What can I do for you today?” The woman’s name tag read Tamara.

“I’d like a room, please.”

“For how many nights?”

“Four.”

Tamara went to check the computer but then a slight frown made its way onto her face. “I’m sorry, but we haven’t got any rooms open at the moment.”

Cora was becoming agitated. “Are you sure? I didn’t see any other cars outside.”

“I’m very sorry, ma’am.”

Cora pursed her lips. “Of course. Are there any other motels nearby?”

“The Seaside Motel is a few blocks east of here, on Durham Street.”

“Thank you.”

Cora found the motel, and of course, it was ocean-themed. Seeing it made her physically ill, as it reminded her of Regina’s house. Even so, she walked into the office, and before the man at the desk could say so much as a word, she beat him to it.

“Please tell me you have rooms available.” There was desperation in her voice. “I’ve been to two other motels and none of them had a single room open.”

The man at the desk was fairly handsome, dressed in a button-down shirt and black pants. He had light brown hair and blue eyes. There was a bit of stubble on his pale face, but he was otherwise well-kept. Cora was certain she had seen him before, but couldn’t quite place him. He offered a plastic smile as she approached the desk.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but I’m afraid we don’t.”

Cora stared at him for what seemed like an eternity, looking deep into his frigid eyes. Finally, realization struck her like a bolt of lightning. A sharp gasp escaped her lips.

“You!” she said, pointing at him in an accusatory manner, “I remember you now! From the wedding! You’re Emma’s father!”

The man’s fake smile fell away. “You’re mistaking me for my brother,” he said coldly, “I was told you spoke to my niece with some very colorful language.” He leaned in and lowered his voice. “If I were you, I’d pack up and leave. You know, you really surprised us, Cora. You’re nothing like Regina. Nothing at all— and I’m glad.”

Without hesitation, Cora ran back outside and found it raining yet again. “Damn this weather!” She flung open the car door and climbed inside, driving quickly out of the parking lot. The moment she pulled onto the road, she picked up her phone and called her daughter. To her immense relief, Regina actually answered it.

“What do you want?” Regina asked bluntly.

Cora let out a sob. “Please, Regina, give me another chance! All I want is to spend time with my daughter! Why did you have to go and pull such a nasty trick, sending me to that sort of hotel? And I don’t know how you managed to get all the motel owners to turn me away, but I’m begging you, let me try again!”

It seemed like forever before Regina responded. “The Hyperion was entirely my doing, but whatever is going on with the motels has nothing to do with me,” she said, “As for giving you another chance, you made it perfectly clear that you were never going to accept my marriage. It would be better for everyone if you just went back to Boston.”

“Not until I make things right again!”

Regina sighed. “Very well. If you truly want to make amends, then come to Snow and David’s. We’re going to have family dinner. I’ll text you the address.”

With that, Regina hung up.

Chapter Text

It was currently half-past-three and Cora had been standing outside the apartment door for what seemed like hours, but couldn’t have been more than a few minutes. At last, she worked up the courage to reach up and knock on the door with a tight fist. Her hand was trembling and her lip was caught between her teeth. She knocked slowly, three times, and before she could lower her hand, the door opened. She blinked quickly when she saw the startlingly-familiar face of a man staring back at her with a look of skepticism.

It was the face of David Swan. His hair was longer than that of the man from the motel, feathered and swept back out of his face. He had a thin beard and the same blue eyes as his twin, but behind glasses, they made him appear wise beyond his years. He was wearing jeans and a gray shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing a sword tattooed on his right forearm.

“Cora,” he said flatly, clearly displeased with her presence. Still he moved aside. “Won’t you come in?”

“Thank you,” Cora rasped as she stepped into the apartment.

David closed the door behind her, not bothering to take her coat as he would for any other woman. She watched him with sad eyes as he walked back to the couch in the living room, focusing all of his attention on his laptop screen while tapping away at the keys. Cora scanned the apartment curiously, taking note of the many clocks of varying shapes and sizes. Someone must have had an unhealthy obsession with time, though there seemed to be more bird-themed décor than anything. Paintings of blue jays, porcelain doves, and so much more. High up on the wall of paintings was a wooden birdhouse with a decorative cardinal poking out.

“Hello, Cora,” came a voice, soft yet somehow rigid.

The voice abruptly pulled Cora from her thoughts. She turned towards the kitchen where she found a middle-aged woman with a pixie cut standing there alongside her daughter, who was deliberately ignoring her while peeling an apple. Regina’s hands worked with grace as she skillfully slid the blade under the glossy red skin of the fruit.

“Hello, Snow,” Cora said awkwardly, “It’s been a while.”

Snow just nodded as she removed her oven mitts and set them on the counter next to the stove. She approached Cora slowly, donning a vintage half-apron with vibrant flowers stitched along the hem. She was a few inches shorter than Cora, but still managed to make the woman feel small with her unwavering gaze.

“It certainly has.”

Cora felt as if the woman was staring deep into her soul, and it unnerved her. “I— I would like to apologize to your daughter,” she said, “Where is she?”

“Emma isn’t here right now,” Snow said matter-of-factly, “She’s out doing, well, who really knows? I’m sure she’ll be here sooner or later. Probably later.” She shook her head with mild amusement but quickly retained a serious expression. “No matter. I think it would be best if you started by apologizing to your own daughter.”

Cora swallowed and nodded, slowly approaching the island where her daughter stood. “Regina,” she rasped, “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said any of those things. All I want is to be a family again.”

Regina lifted her head and regarded her mother with cold eyes. She set the knife and apple aside. “My family consists of Emma, Snow and David. If you want to be a part of that, fine, but if not, then forget about it. You either accept them as family, or you leave Storybrooke for good. Those are your only options, Cora.”

The internal conflict raging behind Cora’s eyes was all-too evident. Her mind might as well have been a war ground. Her brows furrowed as she pursed her lips. She was silent for the longest time, and Regina let out a heavy sigh, believing she wouldn’t say a word, but then she did.

“Alright,” she said.

Regina arched a quizzical eyebrow, an unconscious mannerism picked up from her mother during childhood. “Alright?” she asked.

“As long as you promise to call me ‘Mother.’”

Regina nodded slowly. “Fine,” she said, “but you need to make a real attempt to be kind. I think you’ll come to find that you’ve made a severe lapse in judgment.”

She picked up the apple and began slicing it on the cutting board, which was engraved with the image of a swan floating in a pond. Once again, her hands worked with practiced precision, no doubt the result of one too many nicks on her fingers. She realized Cora was still standing across the counter and looked up expectantly.

“Did you need something?”

Cora shook her head and spoke in a soft voice. “No, I just,” she paused, “I didn’t know you baked.”

Regina gave a tight smile. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

Now it was Cora who arched her eyebrow. “Such as?”

Regina chuckled quietly. “If you stick around, you might just find out.”

Cora started to respond, but then she felt something brush against her leg and looked down to find an orange tabby staring up at her, curious. She shifted uncomfortably.

“Oh my,” she said, “You didn’t tell me there would be a cat. You know I’m allergic.”

“My mistake. Must’ve slipped my mind,” said Regina, “I’ll ask Emma to pick up some Claritin.”

Cora nodded. “Thank you, dear.”

Regina set the apple down and stepped around the island to retrieve the affectionate feline. She stroked the cat’s head and smiled when the little creature began to purr.

“This is Persephone,” she said, “She’s three years-old. We celebrated her birthday about a month ago.”

“…You celebrated an animal’s birthday?”

“Of course. She’s family,” Regina said, carrying the cat over into the living room, “and we’re animals, too, Mother.” She set Persephone down and returned to the kitchen to wash her hands. Retrieving her phone from her pocket, she sent a text to Emma.

‘Could you get some Claritin from the drugstore, please?’

Emma’s response was near-instantaneous. ‘You got it, babe.’

Regina smiled warmly. ‘Thank you ever so much.’

She slipped her phone back in her pocket and continued slicing the apple. Once finished, she picked up another, but paused when she felt a hand on her arm, stopping her. She turned to find Snow standing beside her with a faint smile.

“Why don’t you help me get out the good china?” asked Snow, “It’s upstairs in the display cabinet.”

“Of course.”

The two of them made their way upstairs, but rather than stop at the cabinet, Snow took hold of Regina’s hand and pulled the woman into her art studio, quietly closing the door behind them.

“Snow? What’s going on?”

Snow sighed. “As arduous as Cora can be, she’s still your mother. Maybe she really does want to change.”

Regina was visibly uncertain. “I don’t know,” she said, “She avoided Emma for six years. I gave her a chance and she blew it. I’m trying to be optimistic and give her another, but just having her here is, well, difficult.”

Snow placed a hand on Regina’s shoulder. “Honey, if all goes well tonight, it’ll be a step in the right direction,” she said, “but if not, then you don’t ever have to see her again. I know it’s hard, cutting people out of your life— especially if they’re family— but sometimes we just have to do what’s best for us.” Another sigh escaped her. “I was fifteen when my parents got divorced. My father was not a good man. He was horrible to us. More so to Mother. She eventually decided to leave him, and she took me with her. I went twenty years without seeing or hearing from him. He was the one who eventually reached out, but all he wanted from me was money. He’d wasted his own on alcohol and gambling debts. I cut off contact after that. The next time I saw him was in an open casket. If you don’t give Cora another chance, she may never try to better herself.”

Regina was silent for the longest time. “Alright,” she said, taking a slow, deep breath, “One last chance. That’s all I can afford to give her.”

Snow nodded, giving Regina’s shoulder a light squeeze. “Then that will be enough.” Her eyes gleamed a bit. “Oh, and before I forget, I was the one behind the motel situation.”

“The motel— oh.” Regina chuckled. “You sly fox, you.”

The two brunettes shared a laugh and soon headed back downstairs with the fancy china. Just as they finished setting everything out on the table, the cow-shaped timer next to the stove alerted Snow to check the oven. She pulled on her oven mitts and reached into the hot oven to retrieve the pan of brownies with a smile.

“Those smell wonderful, Snow,” Regina told her.

“Why thank you. I used Ruth’s special recipe,” Snow said with a wink.

Regina bit her lip to stifle a laugh and happened to make eye contact with her mother, who seemed somewhat interested.

“Who is Ruth?” asked Cora.

“David’s mother,” Regina told her, “She gave Emma her Volkswagen.”

“Ah. I had wondered about that.”

“Cora, would you care for a brownie?” Snow offered.

“Maybe later,” said Cora, “I wouldn’t want to spoil my dinner.”

“Of course,” said Snow. Oh, if only she knew.

Cora soon began to sneeze. “Oh my. It seems my allergies are acting up.”

Regina pulled out her phone. “I’ll see what’s keeping Emma.”

Emma left Ruby’s apartment with a wide smile and half-lidded eyes, driving slightly under the speed limit. She glanced down at the cupholder where her phone was resting when it began to ring, emanating glorious music. She saw that it was Regina and didn’t pick up until she reached the stop sign.

“Hey baby,” she said, grinning, “What’s up?”

“I was just wondering if you could drop off the Claritin. It’s for my mother.”

“Huh? Oh, right. My bad. I’ve been hanging out with Graham and Ruby.”

Regina’s voice was reduced to a whisper. “Emma, are you high right now?”

Emma laughed. “Yeah.”

“Well, be careful, dear. I’ll see you soon.” Regina’s voice had returned to its normal volume.

“Not if I see you first,” Emma told her.

When Regina hung up, Emma turned right and parked outside the drugstore. She walked in and moved at a steady pace down the aisles, looking for the right medicine. She licked her dry lips and retrieved the Claritin before heading up to the counter. She was only there for about two minutes, but it felt like so much longer, as if time itself was slowing down. She paid for the medicine and maintained eye contact with the pharmacist for the entirety of the transaction, and at that point, she began to wonder if he suspected anything.

“See ya later, Mr. Clark.”

She left the pharmacy and climbed back into her car. She buckled her seatbelt and started to head over to the loft, but then the sight of the seafood market caught her eye and she knew what needed to be done.

Chapter Text

It was twenty minutes later when Emma walked into the apartment with a bag in each hand. She was oblivious to the presence of her mother-in-law as she set the bags on the kitchen counter.

“I brought sushi,” she announced, visibly pleased with herself.

Regina smiled and greeted her with a kiss. “How thoughtful, darling. Did you get the Claritin?”

“Sure did.”

“Thank you,” came a voice.

Emma turned to find Cora sitting at the table and blinked in surprise, having not noticed the woman sooner. “Uh, you’re welcome,” she said awkwardly.

Cora stood and approached Emma tentatively. “I wanted to apologize,” she said, “for the things I said to you this morning. I want to be a part of Regina’s life, and I know just how important you are to her. I hope you can forgive me, Emma.”

Emma stared deep into Cora’s eyes, struggling to find her voice. She licked her dry lips unknowingly, a nervous habit that lingered from her childhood. “Alright,” she said quietly, “but on one condition.” She smiled widely, and it was beginning to make Cora nervous.

“What is it?”

Emma was now grinning. “Starting first thing in the morning, you have to spend twelve hours with me, doing whatever I want,” she said, “without complaint. I want you to see that I’m not the person you think I am.”

Cora was baffled. “And what exactly will we be doing?”

“You’ll see.”

“Just tell me it won’t be anything indecent.”

“You don’t have to go out streaking in public, if that’s what you’re thinking— but I can’t promise I won’t be.”

Though grateful for the medication in her system, Cora shifted uncomfortably in her seat, feeling apprehensive about whatever plans Emma had in store for her. As of now, however, she was staring at the food laid out before her with unease. The spread consisted of steaming white rice, baked salmon with a brown sugar glaze, mango-avocado salsa, Caesar chicken salad, shrimp scampi, and of course, the sushi Emma had brought.

Cora was most wary of the latter. She detested the very idea of eating uncooked fish. It couldn’t have been healthy. She never understood why it was so popular these days. More importantly, she couldn’t fathom how the people in this town could still bring themselves to eat seafood for every meal. She looked towards the bowl of salad. It seemed like the only thing she was willing to eat. Regina was to her right, whereas Snow was on her left, at the head of the table. Directly across from her was David, and to his left was Emma.

Regina scooped some salad onto her empty plate and passed it to Cora, who suspected she may have been a mind-reader of some sort. Cora got some salad before handing the bowl to Snow. Soon, they each had salad on their plates. She found this a bit odd, as she assumed not everyone would want the same thing, but chose not to question something so miniscule. When Regina offered to get her some of the shrimp scampi, she politely declined.

“Now, Cora,” said Snow, “I understand everyone does things differently, but our family has always upheld the Dinnertime Rules.” She gestured towards the wall behind David and Emma, where a decorative wooden sign was proudly displayed.

Dinnertime Rules:

Everyone eats at the table.
Try a bite of everything.
No political discussions.

“If you decide you don’t like a certain dish, that’s perfectly fine, but I ask that you at least taste it. Just one bite. You might actually like it.”

“Very well,” said Cora. She allowed Regina to put some of the pasta on her plate and stared down at it once it was back in front of her. She reluctantly twirled a few of the noodles around her fork, picking up a shrimp along the way, and brought it to her lips. She felt mildly uncomfortable with the others watching her while she chewed. It seemed like an eternity before she swallowed, but when she did, Snow looked at her expectantly.

“Well? How is it?”

Cora’s answer was genuine. “It’s quite nice,” she said, “I suppose I simply haven’t had proper seafood.”

It continued on like this until she had only the sushi left to try. This did not sit well with her. She tried to make an excuse of her full stomach, but Snow saw right through her.

“Just one piece, Cora,” said the petite woman.

“Isn’t this,” Cora hesitated, “raw fish?”

“Not this kind,” said Emma, “It’s got lobster in it, and it was deep-fried.”

Cora pursed her lips as she stared down at the single piece of sushi in front of her. She took a slow, deep breath and picked it up with her fork reluctantly. Once again, all eyes were on her. The others seemed to be waiting on bated breath as she brought it up to her lips. This only made her more nervous, but still she persisted. The moment she bit into the fried morsel, tears welled in her eyes.

Regina placed a hand on her arm. “What’s wrong?”

In that moment, Cora spoke with her mouth full, something she had never once dreamed of doing. “It’s— It’s divine.”

A pleased smile graced Snow’s lips and she clapped her hands together in delight. “And this is exactly why the Dinnertime Rules exist,” she said, “Now then, would anyone care for dessert? We have apple pie and brownies. Sweets are the one exception to the Rules.”

“Did you use Grandma Ruth’s recipe?” asked Emma.

“I certainly did.”

Emma’s eyes lit up like Christmas. “I will gladly have a brownie,” she said, “but obviously I have to have pie, first.” She grinned cheekily at her wife. “I could never pass up on that, especially when Regina helped make it.”

Regina chuckled softly. “You’re just buttering me up.”

“Guilty as charged.”

“What is so special about this brownie recipe?” asked Cora, “Is there some secret ingredient?”

Snow bore an odd smile. “It’s grass,” she said.

“Grass? You mean from your lawn?”

Snow laughed and shook her head. “No, I mean marijuana.”

“What? Oh my!” Cora said, visibly appalled, “You were going to trick me into doing something illegal!”

“It isn’t illegal. Not here,” said Snow, “and I would never trick someone into ingesting any sort of drug.”

“Would you have told me if I hadn’t asked?”

“Of course. I’m not a monster.”

Cora was clearly apprehensive, but her expression became one of surprise when she felt her daughter’s hand come to rest upon her arm.

“Just try it, Mother. It’ll help take the edge off.”

“Is that your way of telling me I need to let loose?” asked Cora.

Regina smiled faintly. “Something like that.”

Cora was silent for a moment more. “Alright,” she said in a soft voice, “I’ve experienced many new things tonight. I suppose it couldn’t hurt to try again.”

She took slow bites of a brownie when it was offered to her, finding the taste odd, but not exactly unpleasant. She waited there for a few minutes and was starting to become impatient.

“I don’t feel any different,” she said, “How long will this take?”

“Anywhere from thirty minutes to an hour,” Snow told her.

“How will I know when it sets in?”

Snow chuckled. “Trust me, you’ll know.”

Cora stared at David, mystified. “You know, you look just like your brother. How peculiar.” She spoke in a soft voice, a bit slower than usual, and her eyes seemed glazed over.

David chuckled a bit awkwardly. “Well, we are twins,” he said.

“How are you feeling, Mother?” Regina asked.

A smile pulled at Cora’s lips. It was a genuine, happy smile Regina hadn’t seen since before her father’s passing.

“Peachy keen, dear. I can’t fathom why I never tried this sooner. Now I see why all the young people are so fond of it.”

“Not just young people,” Snow said with a knowing smile. Her eyes held the same fog, but she was much more lucid from years of experience. She placed her hand upon David’s, which drew Cora’s eyes to the tattoo on the man’s outer forearm, which read ‘Ride or die’ in Old English script.

“What do you do for work, David?” Cora quizzed.

The man adjusted his glasses a bit. “I teach a mythology class at the community college.”

“How nice,” said Cora, “and you, Snow?”

“I run the pottery class uptown, and I volunteer at the animal shelter every week.”

Cora was surprised. “So you were the one Regina spoke to,” she said. It wasn’t quite a question, but Snow nodded anyhow.

“That’s right. If you’re willing, I can fit you into my next class.”

“I think that would be lovely,” said Cora.

“Wonderful,” said Snow, “Now then, as is tradition, I’d like us all to go around and share something positive that’s happened our lives— or something that will happen. I’ll start by saying just how pleased I am to have us all under one roof, acting civil as a family should. I hope we can continue to get together like this for years to come.” She squeezed David’s hand. “Now you, darling.”

David smiled softly. “I’m getting closer to completing my latest book,” he said, “I think I should have it finished within the next two months. Beyond that, the next semester is starting in a few weeks, and I’ll be happy to get back in the classroom.” He patted Emma’s shoulder. “Now you, kiddo,” he said fondly.

Emma felt her heart swell with pride. “That isn’t the only thing coming up,” she said, “Our seventh anniversary is just around the corner. It’s crazy, ya know? It feels like we only got married yesterday.” She reached across the table and took hold of Regina’s hand, giving it a light squeeze. Tears welled in her eyes. “You don’t know how much it means, having you be a part of this family. Before we met, I wasn’t completely sure if there was such a thing as a soulmate, but the moment I saw you, there wasn’t a doubt in my mind, and any doubts I had about a higher power were out the window. Whatever’s up there, running the cosmos, it brought us together, and I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.”

Now Regina’s eyes had begun to water as well. “Emma,” she breathed, “you truly do have a way with words. I don’t think I could have put it better myself. You make me feel complete. A world without you would be dull and gray. You’re a ray of sunshine, Emma Swan, and by far the most positive aspect of my life. You and your wonderful family. Even if I lost everything— my money, my house, my career— I would still be the richest woman alive, as long as I had you by my side.”

Cora had never felt so moved. There was a tug at her heartstrings. “I’ve been so horrible to you,” she murmured, “Both of you. I don’t understand how you could ever forgive me for the way I’ve behaved all these years, but I’m forever grateful. You are all wonderful people who love each other unconditionally. I was not fortunate enough to be blessed with such a loving family, and I see now that I wasn’t much better when it came to parenting, but even so, I wound up with an exceptional daughter with a heart of gold. It pleases me to know you’re the one who broke that vicious cycle. May the two of you lead long and happy lives.” She looked to Emma with a wide smile. “I look forward to whatever you have in store for me, Emma. I’m certain it won’t be boring.”

Much later, when everyone had grown tired, Snow invited Emma, Regina and Cora to stay for the night.

“No, that’s quite alright,” said Regina, “We wouldn’t want to be a bother.”

“You couldn’t be if you tried,” Snow told her, “You can stay in Emma’s old room. I haven’t touched it since she left home for college, except to dust it. David and I will pull out the sofa bed for Cora.”

“If you insist,” said Regina.

“Oh, I certainly do. It’s very late, and you know you’re always welcome here. That now applies to Cora, as well.”

Regina smiled and hugged the brunette. “Thank you, Snow. You’re too kind.”

“You know I always provide for my family, no matter what,” said Snow, “I’ll go and get David. You three make yourselves comfortable.” She locked the apartment door before heading into the adjacent room.

Regina approached her mother, who was still sitting at the table, starting to doze off a bit. “Mother,” she said softly, “David and Snow have offered to let us stay for the night. They’re going to set up the sofa bed for you, but if you’d rather sleep in a more comfortable bed, Emma and I would be happy to let you have the bed upstairs for the night.”

Cora shook her head. “That’s alright, dear. You take the upstairs room. I have no right to complain, not when Snow was gracious enough to let me stay in her home. I’ll be perfectly fine down here.”

“Alright,” said Regina. She kissed her mother’s temple. “In that case, sweet dreams.”

Cora smiled softly. “Likewise.”

Regina headed upstairs to the bedroom her wife had once occupied, closing the door behind her. Standing in the dim light of the bedside lamp, she found Emma wearing only a gray tank top and a pair of pink underwear. Emma smiled warmly at her.

“Hey, baby,” the blonde said, yawning.

“Tired, darling?”

Emma nodded. “Very. It’s been so long since I slept in this room. Makes me feel like a teenager again. I’m surprised I can still fit into my old clothes.”

Regina chuckled. “You take very good care of yourself,” she said, “I can only imagine what you were like then.”

“The same,” Emma told her with a grin, “just without all my tattoos.”

Regina ran her hands down her wife’s ink-laden arms. “I can’t picture you without them.” They shared a sweet kiss and she cupped Emma’s cheeks gently. “I’m just glad you didn’t tattoo your beautiful face.”

Emma smiled. “I promised you I wouldn’t. My parents, too. I remember when I got my throat tattooed. Dad wasn’t too thrilled,” she said, doing her best impression of her father, “‘Well, at least it wasn’t your face.’”

The two of them shared a laugh before falling into bed together and curling up beneath the covers. Regina pulled Emma into her arms, holding the blonde close and smiling as she felt Emma’s head upon her chest. Soon, very soon, they both drifted into a deep sleep, and Regina began to dream of the day she met the love of her life.

Chapter Text

It was eight years ago, in the summer of 2013, that Regina learned of a week-long retreat up in Maine. She knew right then that she had to tell Daniel all about it.

“It’s an LGBT retreat,” she said, “I think it would be good for both of us.”

Daniel was apprehensive. “I don’t know, Regina. What if I run into someone I know?”

“If you do, then you’ll both be there for the same reason,” said Regina, “It’s a private event at a place called the Hyperion. I’d love to attend, but I’m not going unless you go with me.”

“You really think I’ll meet someone?”

“I’m sure you’ll meet lots of people.”

Daniel hesitated. “What do I say if someone asks me where we are?”

“Just tell them we’re on vacation. It wouldn’t be a lie.”

“But not the whole truth.”

“Maybe not,” said Regina, “but this could help you come out to your family.”

Silence fell between them, but Daniel eventually spoke. “Okay,” he said at last, “but I can’t promise I’ll come out right away.”

“You don’t need to if you aren’t ready,” Regina told him, “but I’ll be there every step of the way.”

Daniel smiled. “Thank you,” he said softly, “I’m lucky to have you as a friend.”

“Likewise.”

It was roughly three hours from Massachusetts to Maine, and by the time they reached the Hyperion, it was getting dark, and the two of them were exhausted. After checking in, they went up to their room and set their suitcases at the foot of their respective beds.

“So,” said Daniel, “what now?”

“Well, I noticed a bar downstairs,” said Regina, “I think I could use a drink. How about you?”

“I guess so.”

“You don’t have to, if you don’t want to, but it might help take the edge off.”

Daniel nodded. “You’re right,” he said, “but how will we meet other people if it looks like we’re together?”

“I’ll go on ahead,” Regina told him, “You can come down if and when you’re ready.”

“Okay. See you in a bit.”

Regina left the room, not worrying about being locked out as there was a key-code to get in. When she stepped out of the elevator, she headed towards the bar area and was stunned to find a multitude of naked people walking about casually. She knew it was a nude hotel, but even so, she wasn’t quite used to such unabashed nudity.

A smile graced her lips as she took in the number of people comfortable enough with their bodies to flaunt themselves a bit. She admired that courage, perhaps even envied it, but she simply didn’t have it in her to strut around so freely. As she sat down at the bar, she eyed the drink menu and asked for an appletini. While sipping it, she sensed movement to her left and expected to see Daniel, but instead she found a woman leaning against the glass counter.

“Hey, Gideon, can I get a fuzzy navel?”

“Sure thing,” said the bartender.

The woman was blonde with pale skin, most of which was decorated with stunning tattoos. Though she was naked, the markings were almost like a full-body suit. Her golden hair was pulled back in a loose bun and she had numerous piercings in each ear. She lacked makeup, fully giving into her natural beauty in its rawest form. Her eyes were sea-green, something Regina only noticed when they locked with her own. The blonde offered a friendly smile.

“Hey,” she said, “Mind if I buy you that drink?”

Regina was surprised but flattered. “Not at all,” she said, returning the smile.

The bartender set down the fuzzy navel and the blonde let out a pleasant sigh as she sipped it. She looked back at Regina with a noticeable gleam in her eyes.

“What’s your name, beautiful?”

Heat rose to Regina’s cheeks. “Regina,” she said softly.

The blonde’s smile widened, revealing a set of perfect teeth. “I’m Emma,” she said, “It’s nice to meet you.” She extended her tattooed hand and Regina shook it gently.

“Likewise.”

“What brings you to the Hyperion? You here for the retreat?”

“Yes, I came here with a friend. I thought it might help him embrace his sexuality.”

“Well, you picked the right place for it,” said Emma, “What about you? Have you embraced yours?”

“I have, yes,” Regina said before sipping her appletini, “I’m not overly fond of labels, but I favor both sexes.”

“You’re very formal,” Emma noted.

Regina chuckled. “Forgive me. I’ve just gotten used to office-speak.”

“No, don’t be sorry. I didn’t mean to sound critical or anything. I just don’t hear that a lot. ‘Office-speak,’ I mean.”

“What do you do for work?” Regina quizzed.

“I’m an artist,” Emma said, gesturing to her heavily-tattooed figure, “but I’m sure you already figured that out.”

“I wondered,” said Regina, “What’s your medium?”

“Acrylic,” Emma told her, “Oil is nice, but it takes too long to dry, and I’m not exactly known for being patient.”

The two of them shared a laugh and Regina noticed then that Emma was still standing up, shifting awkwardly against the bar.

“Why don’t you sit down?” she asked, genuinely curious.

“Oh, I’d love to, but the nudists can’t sit on the fancy furniture,” said Emma, “except for the beds, obviously.”

“I thought this was a nude hotel?”

“It is, but the hotel is strict about not spreading any germs or bodily fluids, if you catch my drift.”

Regina just nodded. “I do, yes.”

Emma chuckled. “Sorry for putting that image in your head.”

“I’ve pictured worse,” said Regina, “Don’t sweat it.”

“So,” Emma said after a beat, “what is it that you do?”

“I work at a law firm in Boston.”

“Boston, huh? I’ve never been. Is it nice there?”

Regina laughed. “Not particularly.”

Emma cocked her head in confusion. “Then why stay?”

“I— wow. That is a very good question,” said Regina. She searched her brain for an answer. “Well, I have a steady job and a mother who visits me frequently. She is very persistent that I marry my friend.”

“Why’s that?” asked Emma.

“Well, we’ve been pretending to date for a little over a year now, just so his family doesn’t suspect him of being gay.”

Emma was visibly conflicted. “Man,” she said, “That’s awful. I thought city people were supposed to be more accepting?”

“City people tend to be the cruelest of all,” Regina told her.

“But not you,” said Emma, “You’ve got a heart of gold.”

Regina was surprised by this. “What makes you say that?”

Emma’s smile returned. “I’ve always been good at reading people. You seem like someone who puts the needs of others ahead of her own.”

“You’re not wrong,” said Regina, “but I have the unfortunate tendency to let certain people walk all over me.”

“Like your mother?”

Regina sighed. “Yeah,” she said, “She was very strict with me as a child. She made it near-impossible to say no to her. I’m sure that’s why I turned out the way I did.”

“Well, if you want to let loose, you’re in the right place,” said Emma, “but if you want to see where the magic really happens, you should come with me to Storybrooke.”

“Storybrooke?”

Emma nodded. “It’s an art community, about forty-five minutes away. I’ve lived there all my life. Still do. I couldn’t imagine living anywhere else. I bet you’d like it. You and your friend.”

Regina smiled softly. “You’re probably right,” she said.

“In the meantime,” said Emma, “why don’t we head up to my room? I’m staying in the penthouse.”

“The penthouse? Really?”

“Yeah. It’s got a minibar— and I promise I don’t charge,” Emma said with a wink.

“Then why come down here for a drink?”

“I was just looking for a pretty girl to hang with,” said Emma, “but I found a beautiful woman instead.” Her smile widened. “What do you say, Regina?”

Regina finished the last of her drink and peered deep into Emma’s eyes. “I say that sounds like a wonderful idea.”

“Awesome.” Emma looked to the bartender. “Just put that on my tab, please.”

“You got it.”

Regina scanned the room for any sign of Daniel and spotted him in the far corner with a man in a leather jacket. A smile graced her lips. He didn’t seem to notice her, but he appeared to be having a pleasant conversation, despite the mild apprehension on his face. Emma followed her gaze curiously.

“Is that your friend?”

Regina nodded. “His name is Daniel. I hope he meets someone who will treat him right.”

Emma smiled. “Me too,” she said, “Everyone deserves to be happy.”

They left the bar and headed for the elevators. Emma pressed the button and soon, the two of them were on their way up to the tenth floor. When the golden door slid open, Regina was left speechless by the spacious penthouse. She wasn’t sure what her expectations were, but this far exceeded them. Emma saw the look on her face and grinned.

“Pretty nice, huh?”

“Nice? ‘Nice’ doesn’t even begin to describe this.”

They stepped out of the elevator and Emma headed over to the mini bar. “You’re right,” she said, retrieving a pair of glass tumblers from the shelf, “I can say the same thing about you.”

“Me?”

Emma nodded. “Yeah. You’re amazing.”

“If you say so.”

“You don’t think you’re amazing?”

“Not particularly.”

“Well, you totally are,” said Emma, “You want anything in particular?”

“What do you have?”

“Vodka, whiskey, gin, scotch, rum, red wine— basically everything.”

Regina smiled as she took a seat at the bar. “Any schnapps?”

Emma eagerly picked up a bottle of peach schnapps from the lower shelf. “Care for a fuzzy navel?”

“I’d like that.”

Much later, Regina found herself flush against Emma as they shared a deep, searing kiss. A soft moan escaped her when Emma’s hands met her waist, gradually sliding down to cup her ass.

“Emma,” she breathed.

Emma’s lips trailed along her jawline and up to her ear, whispering, “God, you’re so fucking beautiful. I want you so bad.”

Regina’s hands found Emma’s smooth back as her eyes slipped shut. “Then you can have me,” she whispered. Her breath hitched in her throat when Emma began fumbling with the buttons on her blouse and unfastening the hooks at the front of her bra. Moments later, she was met with silence and opened her eyes to find Emma gaping at her breasts. She chuckled at the blonde’s shocked expression.

“Damn,” Emma groaned, “I didn’t take you for the type to have pierced nipples.”

Regina smiled. “Maybe you aren’t as good at reading people as you thought.”

“You may be right,” said Emma. She grinned a bit. “Anything else you’re hiding?”

“I guess you’ll just have to find out.”

“Good thing I’ve always loved surprises.”

Before she knew it, Regina was on her back with her fingers tangled in Emma’s hair as the blonde tormented her with a skillful tongue. It slid through her labia again and again, teasing her clit on occasion while drawing forth endless gasps and moans. She’d always thought it impossible to die of pleasure, but now she wasn’t so sure.

They continued long into the night, and as the two of them lied there attempting to catch their breaths, Regina noticed her phone lighting up inside her pants pocket. She reluctantly sat up and retrieved it, smiling when she saw she’d gotten a message from Daniel.

‘I met someone. Guessing you did, too.’

‘I did. Not sure when I’ll be back. Don’t wait up.’

Regina put her phone aside and turned back to Emma, who was smiling softly at her. “Sorry about that. Daniel was just checking on me.”

“No need to apologize. He sounds like a good friend.”

Regina nodded. “He is.” Her heart skipped a beat when Emma’s hand came to rest upon her arm.

“I know we just met,” Emma said softly, “but I really like you, Regina. I don’t want this to be a one night stand. It’s alright if you don’t feel the same way.”

Regina was touched by this confession. “I do,” she said, “very much so.”

Emma’s eyes gleamed brightly in the dim light of the lamp. “Great. Could I get your number before you head back to Boston? I’d like to keep in touch, if that’s alright.”

“No need to wait that long. I’ll give it to you right now.”

And Regina did. She never would have imagined one night would forever change her life.

Chapter Text

It was precisely nine in the morning when Emma walked into the diner with Cora in tow. The second they stepped inside marked the beginning of whatever it was that Emma had in store for the next twelve hours. Ruby and Granny exchanged a puzzled glance as they watched the pair take a seat at the booth where Emma typically sat with Snow.

“Go and take their orders,” Granny whispered, “I’ve got to call Snow.”

“Sure thing,” said Ruby. The tall waitress approached the booth with a polite but cautious smile. “Good morning,” she said, “What can I get you to drink?”

“Hey, Ruby,” said Emma, “Cora and I will be spending the next twelve hours together, doing whatever I want, so we’ll both have your finest orange juice.”

Cora was suddenly very interested in her nails, doing everything in her power to avoid the bewildered gaze of the waitress, and anyone else who may have been looking her way.

“Twelve hours? What’re you gonna do?”

“I have a list,” said Emma, “but I can’t tell you because it’s supposed to be a surprise. I’ll fill you in later.”

“Promise?”

Emma smiled and nodded. “Promise.”

Ruby went to get their drinks and Emma looked over to find Cora completely red in the face.

“Why would you order juice?”

“Because I love juice, and this day is about doing things that I enjoy,” said Emma, “Besides, you tried a lot of new stuff last night and you really seemed to like it, so we’re doing it again— sober, this time.”

“I still can’t believe I was talked into ingesting reefer.”

Emma laughed. “Reefer? Nobody calls it that.”

“Regardless, it wasn’t something I ever imagined I would do.”

“But you liked it, didn’t you?”

Cora hesitated. “Yes,” she confessed, “I did. If those brownies were made with your grandmother’s recipe, she must be quite something.”

“She was, yes.”

“Was? Oh. My condolences.”

“Thanks,” Emma said softly, “but let’s not talk about sad things. Let today be positive.”

“Of course.”

Ruby soon returned with two glasses of orange juice. “What’ll it be, Emma?”

“The usual.”

“Coming right up,” said the beaming waitress.

“What have you ordered, Emma?” Cora asked reluctantly.

“Omelets.”

“Oh. What is in them?”

“You’ll see.”

“Tell me it isn’t marijuana.”

Emma laughed. “No, that wouldn’t be very good. Besides, our minds need to be totally clear today.”

Meanwhile, Granny was on the phone in the back of the kitchen, speaking in a low voice despite the distance between her and her patrons.

“Snow, what in Sam Hill is going on?”

“What do you mean?”

“Yesterday you spoke very poorly of Cora and roped me into your little scheme to get her out of town, but now she’s here having breakfast with your daughter.”

“Ah, of course. As of last night, we’ve come to a reconciliation. Cora and Emma will be spending the next twelve hours together, doing whatever it is that Emma wants. That’s the only way she can earn Emma’s forgiveness.”

“And she agreed to that?”

“Surprisingly, yes. I hope they don’t get into too much trouble.”

Granny laughed. “Knowing Emma, she’s bound to do something wild.”

Following their omelet breakfast, which Cora admitted was satisfactory, the two women ventured across town to a small park with a scenic pond at its center. When she parked, Emma saw that it was exactly ten-o’clock. She asked Cora to reach into the glove compartment to retrieve a paper bag. Cora did so and handed it to her wordlessly.

“Thank you,” Emma said with a smile.

She hopped out of the Volkswagen and Cora climbed out with a bit less enthusiasm. Standing at the edge of the pond, Cora noticed a handful of ducks swimming gracefully on the calm water’s surface. She couldn’t help but smile at the sight. The peaceful quiet was abruptly cut short as Emma began rummaging through the paper bag, tossing pieces of stale bread into the water for the ducks. Emma offered the bag to her.

“Wanna feed ‘em?”

Cora hesitated. “I suppose so.”

She took the bag and gathered a small handful before scattering them into the water. The ducks swam over rather quickly, accompanied by their mother, who was no doubt eager to keep a close eye on them. Cora knew the feeling all too well. She’d always told herself she wanted what was best for Regina, but she now realized she was only doing what was best for herself. Though this was only her third day in Storybrooke, she already felt like she had been here a lifetime.

“Emma?” she asked softly.

“Hm?”

“Does Regina hate me?”

Emma was taken aback by this, but answered truthfully. “No,” she said quietly, shaking her head, “Regina doesn’t hate anyone— well, except the kinds of people she’s helped put behind bars. I’m sure the feeling is mutual.”

“But she doesn’t think very highly of me, does she?”

Emma was silent for a moment. “She’s just been disappointed,” she confessed, “She wants to have a healthy relationship with you, like I’ve got with my mom, but you haven’t exactly been there for her these past six years.” She looked deep into the older woman’s eyes. “What’s really changed, Cora? Is reconnecting with Regina all you came here to do, or was it something more?”

Cora did not speak for the longest time. “I had hoped I could get her to come back to Boston with me,” she rasped.

Emma’s expression was one of hurt. “Without me?” she guessed.

Cora just nodded. “Yes,” she whispered, “It wasn’t just that I didn’t approve of your relationship. I was also— jealous.” She spoke hesitantly. “I was jealous, not only of your seemingly-perfect marriage, but of how much closer she was with your mother than her own.”

Emma was surprised by this, but it did make a bit of sense in hindsight. “And how do you feel now?” she asked.

Cora gave a quiet sigh and an even softer smile. “I’m beginning to see why she adores you so much. You and your parents. They are lovely people,” she said. She turned to face Emma fully. “And you, Emma, are not the person I thought you were. All this time I believed you had ruined Regina’s potential marriage, but now I know the true reason she and Daniel went their separate ways. If only I had known sooner. I truly am sorry, Emma, but I know it will take more than twelve hours to prove that.”

Emma was silent for a moment. “You’re trying to be the better person,” she said, “I’d say that’s proof enough.” She placed her hand upon Cora’s shoulder and smiled. “Just keep swimming.”

Emma clearly had this all planned out perfectly, seeing how they always moved onto the next activity right at the start of each hour, or in this case, half-hour. It was now ten-thirty, and Cora found herself walking through a quaint farmer’s market. Emma led her to a stand where an older man was selling various fruit jams and offering free samples on crackers. The man greeted the two of them with a friendly smile.

“Good morning, ladies. Can I interest you in a free sample?”

Emma grinned. “What kinds of jam do you have?”

“Blueberry, blackberry, apple, peach, strawberry, raspberry, and grape.”

“Hmm,” said Emma, “I think I’ll try the apple.”

“Good choice,” said the man. He looked to Cora expectantly. “And you, ma’am?”

Cora was uncertain. “I’ll have apple as well,” she said.

The man spread a bit of apple jam onto two crackers and offered them to the pair jovially. “Enjoy.”

“Thank you,” Emma beamed. She hummed in satisfaction as she tasted the sweet jam. “My God,” she said, “I’d like two jars of that, please.”

“You got it.” The man retrieved two jars of apple jam and placed them into a paper bag. “That’ll be eight dollars.”

Emma paid for the jam with a smile. “Thank you, sir.”

“Thank you,” said the man.

Emma began walking away from the booth with the bag tucked under her arm, and Cora followed close behind.

“Where are we going now?”

Emma’s smile widened as she faced her mother-in-law. “I thought you’d never ask.”

It was now eleven in the morning, and Cora was well beyond reluctant to enter a tattoo parlor with her heavily-tattooed daughter-in-law. She’d seen places like these, but never once set foot inside. She wouldn’t have dared. These sorts of spaces were for bikers, sailors and felons. When she did walk in, however, she was shocked by what she saw. There was a much older woman sitting patiently in a chair nearby as a man with stretched earlobes brandished her loose skin with the image of a rose.

“How’s the pain, Mrs. Gale?”

The woman smiled warmly. “It isn’t too terrible,” she said, “but Mrs. Gale was my mother. Please, call me Emily.”

Cora’s attention was pulled away from the older woman when she heard the riveting voice of an Irishman. She turned to find a dark-haired man emerging from a room in the back, embracing Emma tightly.

“Long time no see, Swan,” he said with a grin.

This man was of average height, dressed in a dark gray t-shirt with a black vest laid over it, and tight leather pants. He seemed to be wearing eyeliner, which Cora normally would have found inappropriate, but strangely enough, she believed it suited him. Cora caught a brief glimpse of the tattoo on his arm. It appeared to be a heart with a dagger through it, along with a name she couldn’t quite make out. He had something of a goatee and perfect white teeth, as revealed by his infectious grin. His eyes were an icy shade of blue, yet they held a certain warmth that Cora felt as they locked with her own. It was as if he was staring deep into her soul, searching for her deepest, darkest secrets. The last time she had felt this way was with—

“And who might this be?” he asked.

Emma turned and smiled. “Cora, this is Killian,” she said, “Killian, Cora. She’s Regina’s mother.”

“Ah, I can certainly see the resemblance,” said the Irishman, “Could I interest you in a tattoo, Miss Cora?”

Cora’s heart skipped a beat. “No, that’s quite alright,” she said softly, “and you can just call me Cora.”

Killian nodded. “Of course. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

Killian placed a hand on Emma’s shoulder as he turned to head back into the room he’d emerged from. “I’ll get everything set up. Just let me know when you’re ready.”

“Sure thing. Be there in a second.”

Killian disappeared behind the red curtain and Emma immediately turned back to Cora with a smirk.

“Looks like somebody’s hooked,” she said quietly.

Cora blinked in confusion. “Pardon?”

Emma’s smirk became a cheeky grin. “I saw the way you were looking at him,” she whispered.

Cora pursed her lips. “I haven’t the slightest clue what you’re referring to.”

“If you say so.” Emma patted the brunette’s shoulder. “Come on. I’d like you to come back with me.”

“What for?”

“I want you to witness the magic.”

Cora soon found herself in the room with Emma and Killian. The man was donning disposable black gloves and brandishing a tattoo machine in his steady hand. Emma had her arm laid out across the small table with her fingers spread. The machine began buzzing as Killian went to work. Even as the needles pierced Emma’s skin again and again, she seemed just as unfazed as the old woman in the front. Cora was astonished, to say the least.

“What’s the occasion, Emma?” asked Killian, “Is it your anniversary?”

Emma was grinning. “In a few weeks, yeah. I wanted to get a touch-up to celebrate.”

Killian smiled. “You’re very sentimental. I admire that. How is Regina, anyway?”

“Busy, I’m sure. She had to go into the office today, but lucky for me, it worked out perfectly.”

Killian seemed intrigued. “Oh? Why’s that?”

“Cora and I are spending twelve hours together. We’ve already gotten through two.”

A soft chuckle escaped the Irishman as he paused his work, turning to Cora with a smile. “You’d better watch out,” he told her, “Emma has a tendency to go a bit wild.”

Cora was so mesmerized by the sight of him that she almost didn’t hear what he said. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she said quietly.

It wasn’t much longer before Killian was finished with whatever he had done to Emma’s hand.

“There we are,” he said, smiling, “What do you think?”

“That looks fantastic. Thanks so much, Killian.”

“You’re welcome, Swan,” said Killian. He looked over at Cora almost expectantly. “Sure you don’t want to give it a go? The first one is on the house.”

Cora shook her head. “No thank you,” she said, “I wouldn’t even know what to get.”

“Queen of Hearts,” said Killian.

“Pardon?”

“The Queen of Hearts,” Killian repeated, “That seems like it would be fitting.”

Cora was confused but intrigued. “What makes you say that?”

Killian’s smile became a bit wider. “It represents tenderness and love. Regina has certainly displayed that. I’m sure the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.”

Cora bore a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “How kind,” she murmured, “It was nice meeting you, Killian.”

“The feeling is mutual.”

The way Killian looked at her sent a pleasant chill down Cora’s spine. She knew exactly what this feeling was. She was just too afraid to acknowledge it.

“Since you’re here,” Killian said, turning back to Emma, “I should let you know I have another hour available. Anything else you need touched up?”

Emma grinned. “Since you asked.” She turned and pulled down her shorts without hesitation or shame, exposing her tattooed posterior. “Sorry for mooning you. Mind reworking the Death Star?”

Killian chuckled. “That’s no moon,” he joked.

Chapter Text

When the two women were back in the Volkswagen at one-o’clock, Cora looked at Emma incredulously.

“I can’t believe you exposed yourself to him so nonchalantly.”

Emma laughed. “He’s been my artist from the very beginning. It’s not like he hasn’t seen my ass before. I guess you two have that in common, huh?”

Cora became red in the face. “Must you be so crude?”

Emma laughed harder. “It’s the truth, isn’t it?” she countered.

Cora huffed. “Just drive.”

“You got it,” said Emma, “I’m starving. Why don’t we get some lunch?”

“Alright.”

It wasn’t long until they parked along the curb outside of a Chinese restaurant downtown. There was a bright, flashing sign with a dragon on it that read ‘The Dragon’s Den.’ The two of them walked in and were quickly greeted by a tall Chinese woman.

“Hello, Emma. I haven’t seen you here in a while.”

“Sorry. I’ve been busy,” said Emma, “How about you, Mulan?”

“Plenty busy, myself. My grandfather has decided to retire, so I’m a little short-staffed as of late. I could really use some help.”

“Damn. I’ll be sure to spread the word.”

“That would be much appreciated. Would you prefer a booth or a table?”

“Booth, please.”

“Right this way,” said Mulan. She led the pair to a booth close to the window and smiled politely at Cora. “You must be Regina’s mother,” she said.

“I am,” said Cora.

“It’s nice to meet you. Regina looks so much like you, it’s uncanny.”

Cora returned the smile, though it was more genuine. “She had to get her good looks somewhere,” she said half-jokingly.

Mulan gave a quiet chuckle out of courtesy. “Can I get you anything to drink?”

“I’ll have water,” said Emma.

Mulan nodded and turned to Cora. “Alright, and you?”

“Water will be fine.”

Mulan walked away to get the drinks and Cora turned to gaze out the window with an odd expression masking her face.

“What’s the matter?” asked Emma.

“Pardon?”

“You suddenly seem tense. What’s up?”

“Oh,” Cora said softly, “It’s nothing.”

Emma shook her head. “No, no, don’t do that. Regina’s pulled the ‘nothing’ card so many times before. It’s obvious something’s bugging you.”

Cora let out a quiet sigh. “You were right,” she rasped, “I did feel something before.”

“Huh?”

“With Killian,” said Cora.

Emma’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh,” she said, smiling a bit, “Well, it’s nice to hear you admit it.”

“You won’t tell him, will you?”

Emma shook her head. “I promise I won’t,” she said, “but the better question is: will you?”

“I— I’m not sure,” said Cora. She was conflicted, wringing her hands nervously. “I was married to Henry for thirty-seven years,” she said, “We eloped right out of high school. I’ve never been with anyone else. I wouldn’t know how to connect with anyone else— certainly not a man as young as Killian. I’m afraid I’m doomed to spend the rest of my days alone. The books I read bring me a temporary sense of satisfaction, but it doesn’t last long. Besides, I doubt such a dashing young man would ever want a woman my age. He’s probably got dozens of younger, more beautiful women lining up to be with him. Unless, of course, he is interested in other men.”

Emma shook her head. “I promise he isn’t,” she said, “but I can also tell you he’s no womanizer. I’m sure he does have a lot of women flirt with him, but he hasn’t been with anyone in eight years.”

“What? Why not?”

Emma’s expression was somber. “He was married to a woman named Milah,” she explained, “but she died, and he’s been alone ever since.”

“Can I ask how it happened?”

Emma hesitated. Anything she might have said was cut short as Mulan returned with two waters, and she donned her best smile.

“Thanks, Mulan.”

“No problem. Will you be ordering off the menu today, or would you rather have the buffet?”

Emma bit her lip as she contemplated this. “I think the buffet sounds good,” she said at last.

“Alright, help yourselves,” said Mulan.

And so they did.

With full stomachs, the pair climbed back into the Volkswagen at two-o’clock sharp. Cora peered out the window with mild intrigue. She and Emma were both in good spirits. Curious as she was to learn more about Killian’s late wife, she thought it best not to press for details.

“Where are we going now?” she asked instead.

“The shopping district,” said Emma, “down on Castillo Drive.”

Soon they were venturing through each and every store. The scents of many candles overwhelmed their senses. They inspected numerous trinkets and tried on all sorts of handmade jewelry. Each of them took turns trying on different outfits, some chic and others casual. They purchased one item from every store, per Emma’s insistence, but when they reached the final shop, Cora caught a glimpse of something on display in the window that she simply couldn’t ignore. Her eyes were practically glued to it, and Emma was quick to follow her gaze.

There, behind the windowpane, was a glass bowl in the shape of a shiny red apple. It was beautiful, and Cora knew she had to buy it, not for herself, but for her daughter. She was sure it would make the perfect gift. Within ten minutes, she was carrying it out of the store in a tightly-packed box. She held it in her lap once she was back in the passenger seat of Emma’s car, which was also tightly-packed with various bags. When they finally finished their two-hour shopping spree, it was nearly four-o’clock.

Emma smiled. “You know, I’m glad you agreed to do this,” she said, “This day has proven to be a major success.”

“You really think so?” Cora asked her.

“Damn right. Don’t you?”

A smile tugged at Cora’s painted lips, and she nodded. “I do,” she said, “Thank you, Emma. I truly don’t know how you’ve managed to put up with me after the way I’ve behaved, but I’m most grateful.”

“Everyone’s deserving of a second chance,” said Emma.

Those words would be forever engrained in Cora’s memory.

It was four in the afternoon when Emma brought Cora back to the Swan family apartment, carrying one of the jars of apple jam. The blonde announced her presence with ‘Shave and a Haircut’, and the final two knocks that came from the other side of the door brought a smile to her face. It only widened when she saw her mother standing there with a doting expression.

“Hello, dear. How is your day going?”

“Fantastic!” Emma declared. She held up the jar. “I bought you some apple jam from the farmer’s market.”

“Oh, Emma, you shouldn’t have!”

“Oh, Mom, I absolutely should have!” Emma teased. She and her mother shared a laugh as she stepped into the apartment with Cora in tow.

“Well hello, Cora. I didn’t even realize you were here. You were being so quiet. I trust Emma hasn’t gotten you into too much trouble?” Snow asked with a playful smile.

Cora let out a soft chuckle. “Thankfully not.”

“You just make yourself at home,” said Snow, “Would either of you care for some tea? It’ll be a little while. I just put some on the stove.”

“Yes, please,” Emma and Cora said in unison, which came as a surprise to everyone.

Snow gave a beaming smile. “Alright then,” she said as she entered the kitchen.

She set the jar on the counter next to the stove and smiled wider when she noticed Emma approaching. She was quick to pull her daughter into a warm embrace, just as she had done every day for the last thirty years. How she cherished those moments.

“Granny called this morning to tell me you two were having breakfast.”

Emma chuckled. “Did she, now?”

“She was certainly surprised.”

“Can you blame her?”

“I suppose not.”

Emma reached up to pull her hair back into a loose bun, and that was when Snow noticed her left hand.

“Darling, did you see Killian today?”

“Yeah, I asked him to touch up my ring finger,” said Emma. She presented her tattooed hand and her mother took hold of it gently to inspect it. On her knuckle was a small diamond, one she’d gotten just three weeks prior to marrying Regina.

“How sentimental,” said Snow, “and just in time for your anniversary. I just know Regina will love this.”

Emma grinned. “I sure hope so.” She looked around curiously. “Is Dad here?”

“No, you just missed him. He’s gone to the store to pick up a few things.”

Emma looked down when she felt something soft brush against her leg and her eyes lit up. “Hey, Persephone,” she cooed. She scooped the orange tabby into her arms like a baby and the creature began to purr happily.

Snow watched this with a fond smile, trying her best to hold back her tears as she was reminded of the day she brought her daughter home from the hospital. Emma was her miracle. The doctors were all fearful her baby wouldn’t make it out alive. The last one hadn’t. But Snow clung to hope, praying to whatever deity may have been listening, and in the end, she had her daughter. She and David tried for years to have another child, but it was no use. Even so, they felt incredibly blessed to have such an incredible daughter. Though she wasn’t overly keen on Emma’s body suit, she had always instilled the importance of self-expression and creativity in her child, and she would forever love Emma unconditionally. As long as Emma was happy, so was she. She was suddenly pulled from her thoughts by her daughter’s voice.

“You alright, Mom?” Emma asked with a look of concern.

Snow put on her brightest smile. “Of course, dear. Why do you ask?”

“You, uh, looked a little upset just now.”

Snow shook her head. “Just reminiscing,” she said softly. As if on cue, the elephant-shaped tea kettle began to whistle. “Well, would you look at that? The tea is done already.”

Emma regarded her mother with worry, knowing something really was bothering the woman. She supposed Snow just didn’t want to have that discussion with Cora around, which was understandable. She set Persephone down and retrieved some teacups and saucers from the pantry.

“Thank you, dear,” said Snow.

Soon, the three women were sitting at the kitchen table and enjoying their tea. Snow smiled as she saw the gleam in Cora’s eyes.

“How is it?” she asked.

“It’s wonderful, Snow, thank you,” Cora said genuinely.

“That’s very kind of you,” said Snow.

Just then, the door opened, and in walked David with multiple bags of groceries hanging from each arm. He smiled as he saw the three of them and closed the door with his foot.

“Afternoon, ladies.”

“Hey, Dad.”

“Hi, sweetheart.”

“David, you were only supposed to get milk and eggs,” Snow told him. There was a hint of annoyance in her voice, but it was overshadowed by amusement.

“Yes, well, I got a little carried away,” David said with a sheepish chuckle. He set the bags on the kitchen island and stretched his arms a bit. “Any tea left?” he asked.

“Of course, darling. I’ll get you a cup.”

Snow went to pour some more tea and Emma rose to help her father put away the groceries. David smiled when he saw her coming over to assist him.

“How are the twelve hours coming along?”

“Just perfect,” said Emma, “We’re in the eighth hour.”

“How will you be spending the rest of them?”

“I’ll tell you later. It’s supposed to be a surprise.”

“Ah, I see. Well, whatever you’re planning, be careful,” said David.

Emma smiled. “Will do.”

She and Cora remained at the loft until five-fifty, drinking tea and relaying the events of their day so far. Her parents were pleasantly surprised to see just how well things had gone. They left the apartment and at exactly six-o’clock, Emma pulled up in front of a place called the Rabbit Hole.

“Tell me we aren’t visiting a strip club,” Cora deadpanned.

Emma laughed and shook her head. “No way! Regina would kill me if she knew I went to ogle other women!” she said, “Besides, how weird would it be to bring my mother-in-law?”

“Well, where are we, then?”

“It’s just an ordinary bar, but we’ll be hanging with some extraordinary people tonight. Come on.”

Cora followed Emma reluctantly through the door and into the bar. It was dimly-lit and the only ambience was some quiet chatter and a soft jazz track emanating from the speakers. Emma spotted her friends at a round booth in the back and headed over with a wide grin. Cora approached tentatively, already recognizing one of Emma’s friends as the waitress from the diner.

“Hey, Em. How are the twelve hours going?”

“Great,” said Emma, “We’ve only got four to go.”

The waitress grinned. “Sweet.” She scooted over to make room for Emma, whereas the man across from her moved aside for Cora.

“Thank you,” Cora said softly, not yet looking at the man to her right.

“My pleasure,” came a familiar voice.

Cora’s eyes widened a bit and her heart skipped a beat when she found herself staring at Killian. He smiled at her in a way that left her feeling a bit flustered, but she did her best to remain composed.

“It’s good to see you again, Cora.”

Cora couldn’t help but smile. “Likewise.”

Emma and Ruby exchanged a knowing look but said nothing about it. Instead, Emma shifted the topic.

“Where’s Graham? He said he’d be our designated driver tonight.”

“He’s in the restroom,” said Ruby, “He should be back soon.”

“Hey, Cora, just so you know, if you don’t want to stick around for the last four hours, it’s cool,” said Emma.

“Are you sure?”

Emma nodded. “Yeah. I’d say we did enough for one day. Consider the next four hours a freebie.”

“Thank you, Emma. That’s very kind of you.”

A smile graced Emma’s lips. “Don’t sweat it.”

Cora eyed the drink menu at the center of the table, deciding a daiquiri would be her best bet. She turned to look at Killian ever so slightly but he seemed to notice, which left her somewhat embarrassed, but his smile remedied that almost immediately.

“I hope this isn’t too forward of me, but may I buy you a drink?” he asked her.

Cora blinked at him in surprise. “Really?” she rasped.

Killian nodded and his smile widened a bit. “Of course.”

“Certainly,” said Cora, “It would be much appreciated.”

“All the more reason, then,” Killian told her.

Emma saw this and nudged Ruby discreetly. “I’ve gotta use the ladies’ room,” she said.

“Me too, actually,” said Ruby.

They left the booth quickly, seemingly in a hurry, and Cora might have found that somewhat suspicious had she not been so focused on Killian.

“You’re a very kind man, Killian,” she said, “but wouldn’t you much rather have a drink with a more attractive woman? One still in her prime?”

Killian shook his head slowly. “You’re plenty beautiful.”

“You’re just saying that. I know time hasn’t exactly been kind to me.”

“No, I mean it,” said Killian, “Truly.” He stared deep into Cora’s eyes. “You’re stunning.”

Reluctance crept onto Cora’s face. “Did Emma put you up to this?”

“What? No, of course not.”

“So it’s only a coincidence that we’re both here?”

Killian nodded. “I was supposed to be working tonight, but one of my clients cancelled his appointment, so here I am. I didn’t know Emma would be here until Ruby told me, but I didn’t know you were coming with her.”

“I didn’t either,” said Cora, “She’s been keeping me in the dark all day, taking me to all sorts of places. To be honest, I’m a bit exhausted. I typically spend this time of night with a glass of red wine.”

“Is that what you’d like?”

Cora pursed her lips. “I’ve decided to try something different tonight. Most of my life has been spent abiding by a routine, but lately, I’ve tried so many new things. Wonderful things. Tonight, I’d like a strawberry daiquiri.”

“Then your wish is my command.”

When Emma and Ruby emerged from the restroom, they happened to run into Graham and headed back to the booth together. When they got there, they were stunned to find Killian bringing a strawberry daiquiri over from the bar and offering it to Cora. She moved aside and let him sit at the end of the booth. Emma had never seen Cora smile so genuinely, or for so long. Unfortunately, that smile faltered a bit when Cora noticed Emma and the others were approaching the booth.

“Looks like you two are getting along well,” Emma noted with a soft smile.

“I would say so,” said Killian, “I’m in good company.”

“Hey, why don’t we head to the back?” Ruby suggested, locking her arm with Graham’s, “I really wanna dance.”

“Sounds good,” said Emma. She looked back at Cora and Killian. “What about you two?”

“I’m not much of a dancer,” said Cora, “I think I’d like to just sit here a while.”

Killian smiled. “You all go on ahead. We’ll be right here.”

Once the others headed into the back room, Cora was alone with Killian once more.

“What’s in the back?” she asked.

“The dance floor. It isn’t much, but it can be quite fun if you’re intoxicated.”

“Well, I’d rather keep myself presentable,” said Cora, “especially in front of a gentleman.” Heat rose to her cheeks when Killian’s hand came to rest upon her own.

“I can’t imagine you being anything other than presentable.”

“You mean that?”

Killian nodded. “I do.”

A smile tugged at Cora’s lips. “Well, I feel the same way.”

“Even with my tattoos?”

“Pardon?”

“Emma once mentioned you were averse to tattoos.”

“Yes, well, I’ve been averse to many things,” Cora confessed, “but within the last three days, I have opened myself up to so much. I pray Regina allows me to stay in her house again. I spent last night at Snow and David’s apartment. The sofa bed was quite uncomfortable, but they were gracious enough to let me stay, despite the things I did.”

“They’re lovely people,” said Killian.

“They are,” Cora agreed, “and I want to do whatever it takes to be more like them. I’m trying so hard, but I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to make up for what I’ve done.”

“You’re putting in the effort. I’d say you’ll get there before you know it.”

Cora started to respond, but was cut off when she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. “Excuse me,” she said, retrieving her phone. She was stunned to find that an hour had already gone by. How could that be? She supposed talking to Killian simply made the time fly. She smiled when she saw a text from Regina.

Had to work late but stopped over at the loft. Where are you?

Cora carefully typed out a reply, tapping her fingernail against the screen. At a bar with Emma. The Rabbit Hole, I think. Could I possibly stay the night at your house? I can’t spend another night on that sofa bed.

Regina’s response came much slower than usual. Alright. I’m on my way. I’ll take you home whenever you’re ready.

Thank you, dear.

Of course.

“That was Regina,” said Cora, “She’s on her way here.”

“Will she be letting you back in the house?”

“Yes, I believe so. I know I don’t exactly deserve it, but I’m most grateful.”

Twenty minutes later, Regina walked in and looked around in mild concern, wondering where Emma and Cora were. She started to text Emma but then she noticed Killian in the corner and assumed he would know where to find her wife.

“Hello, Killian, have you seen—”

Regina paused suddenly, blinking in surprise when she realized who was sitting next to the man.

“Mother?”

Cora smiled warmly. “Hello, dear. How was work?”

“Hectic,” said Regina. She glanced awkwardly between the two. “Have, um, either of you seen Emma?”

“She’s in the back with Ruby and Graham,” said Killian.

“Thank you, Killian. Mother, are you ready to go?”

“Just give me a minute, darling,” said Cora, “Why don’t you go and find Emma?”

Regina just nodded and headed towards the back room, bewildered by what she had just seen. She found Emma dancing drunkenly alongside Ruby, who in turn was attempting to get Graham to dance, but he stood there awkwardly, like a fish out of water. Emma’s eyes lit up as they locked with hers.

“Regina! I didn’t know you were gonna be here!” the blonde exclaimed.

Regina chuckled softly as Emma hurried over and pulled her into a tight embrace. “My mother asked me to come pick her up,” she said, “Speaking of which, do you have any idea what she’s doing with Killian Jones?”

“Oh! Right!” said Emma. She held up her hand to present her diamond tattoo. “I got my diamond tattoo redone this morning,” she explained, “and Cora really seemed into Killian. I think he might like her, too.”

“That was very sweet of you to get your diamond redone,” said Regina, “but how much have you had to drink tonight, dear?”

Her wife shrugged. “Mm, not much.”

“Emma,” Regina said pointedly.

Emma huffed. “Alright, maybe a little much.”

“Did you drive here?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Emma, you should have carpooled.”

“Don’t worry, Regina,” said Graham, “I’m the designated driver.”

Regina breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Graham. We’re very lucky to have you as our Sheriff.”

Graham smiled. “That’s very kind of you. Emma asked me to drop her off at the loft, that way Ruby and I could still walk back to our apartment.”

Regina nodded. “Good thinking. Just don’t let her drink anything else.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Please don’t call me ma’am. It makes me feel old.”

“Sorry,” Graham said awkwardly.

Regina headed back into the main area and found her mother slipping a small note over to Killian with a smile.

“Goodnight, Killian,” Cora murmured.

Killian was quick to return her infectious smile. “Goodnight, Cora.”

When Cora climbed into her daughter’s Benz, she was sporting a pleasant smile and noticed Regina looking at her.

“Mother?” Regina asked quietly.

“Yes, dear?”

“Were you and Killian flirting?”

“Something like that,” said Cora, “He’s such a nice young man.”

“Yes, a young man,” said Regina, “one who’s less than half your age.”

“I know it’s unconventional, Regina, but I really did enjoy spending time with him. I’m certain he felt the same way. He bought me a drink.”

“Oh good Lord,” Regina muttered. She sighed and pulled away from the curb. “Let’s stop by the apartment. I know your things are still in your car.”

“You’re very thoughtful, dear. Thank you for letting me back in. It means more than you know.”

Regina was surprised by this but still a bit wary. “I take it things went well with Emma today?”

Cora nodded. “Very much so,” she said, “I wouldn’t mind doing it again.”

When they arrived at the apartment, Regina helped load her mother’s things into the back of the Benz. Among Cora’s belongings was a box that appeared somewhat heavy. She hadn’t seen it before.

“What’s in the box, Mother?”

“Why, it’s a gift,” said Cora, “for you— but you can’t open it until we’ve reached the house.”

“Very well,” Regina said, visibly intrigued.

It wasn’t long before they arrived back at the house on Mifflin Street, and once inside, Cora presented Regina with the mysterious box. Regina’s eyes welled with tears as she opened it up. Inside was a glass bowl shaped like an apple, with an elegantly-crafted leaf and stem at the top of the lid.

“This is beautiful, Mother. Where did you get this?”

“From one of the stores in the shopping district. Emma and I spent quite a bit of time there this afternoon.”

In that moment, Regina embraced her mother, not out of courtesy, but out of love. Neither of them had felt this connected in a long time, even years before Regina’s marriage.

“I love you, Mother.”

Tears slipped down Cora’s cheeks. “I love you, too,” she whispered, “more than you can possibly know.”

Chapter Text

It was a little over an hour after Cora headed up to bed when Regina noticed her phone buzz on the kitchen counter. She picked it up and saw a text from Emma.

Can you pick me up? I’m at the loft.

Regina smiled. Be right there.

She didn’t hesitate to grab her purse and keys, and within minutes, she was halfway to the apartment complex. When she arrived, she went up to the loft and knocked softly. David opened the door for her with a smile.

“Hey, Regina. It’s good to see you.”

“You too,” said Regina, “Is Emma here?”

“Yeah, she’s on the couch. Looks like she’s had plenty to drink,” David said as he welcomed her inside.

“Sorry for stopping in so late. She asked me to pick her up.”

“It’s no trouble at all,” said David.

Regina approached the couch and found Emma half-conscious. She smiled and gently shook her wife’s shoulder.

“Emma,” she whispered, “It’s time to go.”

Emma groaned quietly and her eyes fluttered open. “Huh? Oh, hey baby.” She grinned at Regina and slowly pushed herself up. “Thanks for coming.”

“Of course, dear. Come on. I’ll drop you back off tomorrow so you can get your car, as long as you aren’t hungover.”

“I’m not drunk,” Emma argued.

Regina chuckled. “Of course you aren’t.”

When they arrived back at the house, Regina led Emma to their room and the blonde was quick to collapse onto the bed. She looked up at Regina with a wide smile and reached out in mild desperation.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” she marveled.

Regina smiled softly as she laced her fingers with Emma’s. “Thank you, dear. The feeling is mutual.” She climbed into bed and chuckled when her wife pulled her into a tight embrace. “Careful, Emma. You might crush me.”

Emma feigned offense. “Never.”

Regina planted a gentle kiss upon Emma’s cheek while caressing the other. “Thank you for not tattooing your pretty face,” she murmured.

“I promised you I wouldn’t.”

Regina kissed her wife sweetly. “You certainly did.”

“Regina?” Emma rasped.

“Yes, dear?”

“Will you give me an undercut?”

“I suppose I can.”

“Could you do it now?”

Regina blinked. “Now?”

Emma smiled and nodded. “If you don’t mind.”

“Are you sure? Maybe we should wait until tomorrow. You’ve had plenty to drink tonight, Emma. I suspect this is the alcohol clouding your judgement.”

Emma shook her head. “I really didn’t have that much, and I stopped drinking once you left. I just didn’t feel comfortable driving,” she said, “and you know, I think I’m gonna stay outta the bar for a while.”

Regina was visibly concerned. “Why? Did something happen?”

“No, I just think it would be better if I stopped drinking altogether.”

“Not even a glass of wine over dinner?” Regina asked softly.

Emma’s smile widened. “Well, maybe a glass every now and then wouldn’t hurt.”

Regina kissed her once more. “Certainly not.”

“So,” said Emma, “how about that undercut?”

Regina looked deep into her eyes. “If you’re absolutely sure.”

Emma nodded. “I am. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time,” she confessed, “Given all the recent changes, I’d say there’s no better time than now.” Her smile was as bright as her eyes, and in turn, her soul.

Soon, they were in the bathroom, with Emma sitting on a stool in front of the sink and Regina standing behind her, clippers in hand.

“Last chance, darling.”

Emma locked eyes with her wife in the mirror and nodded. “I’m sure,” she said with a soft resoluteness, “I know you can do it, baby. It’s not like you haven’t cut my hair before.”

“Yes, but not on this level.”

“I trust you, Regina.”

There were no secrets in the Swan-Mills household, and yet, no truer words had ever been spoken between them.

Regina proceeded to tie off the top of her wife’s hair, piling it into a secure bun, before evening out the rest. She worked with grace, having had several years of practice at beauty school. Of course, she’d ultimately chosen a different career path, but her skill and knowledge had saved her and her wife quite a bit of money over the years.

A short while later, Emma was grinning ecstatically as she took in her reflection. The sides of her head had been shaved, not entirely bare, but very close. Her golden tresses were scattered onto the tile below. She would clean it up in the morning.

Regina looked concerned upon seeing the tears in her wife’s eyes. “Emma? Are you okay?”

“Happy tears,” Emma promised. She stood and turned to pull Regina into a loving embrace. It was swiftly returned. “You wanna take a shower with me?” she whispered.

Regina’s heart skipped a beat. “Darling, you already know the answer to that.”

As they stood under the warm spray of the shower, the two of them shared a deep, searing kiss that left both of them breathless. Emma smiled when Regina’s fingers stroked the sides and back of her head.

“How does it feel?” she asked playfully.

“It tickles,” Regina told her, “I trust you like it?”

“I love it,” Emma said with confidence, “Don’t ever doubt yourself, baby. I never have. Not for a second.”

Now Regina’s eyes were welling with tears. “Thank you, Emma,” she murmured.

Emma cupped her cheeks gently. “Happy tears?”

Regina smiled and nodded. “Happy tears,” she assured.

They enjoyed a comfortable silence for what seemed like an eternity before Emma looked deep into her wife’s eyes.

“Regina?” she whispered.

“Hm?”

“What if we adopted a baby?”

Regina was surprised by this. “Is that what you want?”

“Only if you do.”

“Well, I can’t say I’ve never thought about it,” said Regina, “but that would certainly change our dynamic.”

Emma nodded. “I don’t think that would be so bad, do you?”

Regina couldn’t help but smile. “No,” she said softly, “Not at all.”

Emma pressed her forehead to Regina’s and grinned a bit. “Imagine us as parents.”

“Wouldn’t that be something?” Regina replied with an unmistakable fondness, “You’d have to make a big sacrifice, though.”

“No more nudity?”

Regina gave a knowing smile. “Only in the bedroom, darling.”

“And in my studio.”

“Just be sure to keep your door locked,” Regina said pointedly.

Emma chuckled. “Will do.”

“You know, I think it would be nice, having a tiny pair of feet scampering around the house,” said Regina. She couldn’t help but smile at the thought. “The third member of the Swan-Mills family.” Her smile widened. “I like the sound of that.”

They shared a laugh, and afterwards, a kiss.

“I think this whole experience has been eye-opening for all of us,” Emma mused.

“I believe you’re right.” Regina placed her hands on Emma’s tattooed shoulders. “Just wait until we tell our parents.”

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Emma let out a soft groan as she stirred, stretching her colorful arms above her head. She reveled in the warmth of the sunlight on her skin. She blinked slowly when a kiss was planted on her cheek and turned to look at her wife. Regina was regarding her with a loving smile, which she was quick to return.

“Good morning, dear,” Regina murmured.

Emma’s smile widened. “Good morning.” She and Regina shared a kiss that left both their heads swimming with desire. “Are you feeling it, too?” she asked softly.

Regina gave a slow nod, cupping Emma’s face in her hands. “I need you,” she husked.

A quiet moan escaped the blonde. “Then you can have me.”

Regina pushed herself up and moved to straddle Emma’s thigh as they kissed once more. She started to grind against the tattooed thigh, ever so slowly, and reveled in the feeling of Emma’s arms snaking around her waist.

“Fuck,” Emma rasped, “That’s so hot, baby.”

Her eyes slipped shut when Regina pulled her back into a kiss, leaving her breathless. The kiss deepened. She could feel her heart racing, just as she felt a wet warmth on her thigh. This drew yet another moan from her lips.

“Regina,” she groaned.

“Are you enjoying this, Em-ma?” her wife purred.

Emma bit her lip, nodding. “Seems like you’re enjoying it much more.”

Regina chuckled and brought her lips to the side of Emma’s neck, kissing gently along the bright etchings. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?” she husked, “No. We’re equals. That means we both deserve to experience the same pleasure.”

She climbed down and slowly began to remove her lacy underwear, maintaining eye-contact with her wife all the while. She cast aside her tank top as well and crawled back on the bed. A moan escaped her when Emma’s lips met her breast. She reveled in the feeling of her wife’s tongue teasing her pierced nipple. The sensation caused her eyelids to flutter a bit.

“Lie back, darling,” she breathed.

Emma reluctantly pulled away from her wife’s breast and did as instructed. Her eyes widened in realization when Regina began moving forward. Moments later, she found herself running her tongue through slick labia while her wife’s hips rocked gently against her face. Hearing Regina moaning above her was euphoric, as was the taste on her lips. She held her wife’s thighs gently and paused to kiss at the small apple tattoo on Regina’s inner left thigh. Seeing the brunette shudder brought a smile to her face.

“Tease,” Regina rasped.

Emma chuckled before resuming her ministrations. Regina’s soft gasps spurred her on, and they did their best to stay quiet. Unfortunately, this was the precise moment when Cora chose to descend the stairs and head into the empty kitchen.

Just as she stepped into the kitchen, Cora thought she heard something and paused. She’d been sporting a pleasant smile as she was still reminiscing yesterday’s events, but that smile faltered when she realized what exactly she was hearing. Neighboring the kitchen was the master bedroom. Accompanying the faint creaking of the bed behind the white door was her daughter’s hushed voice.

“Yes, Emma. God, yes. Just like that.”

She didn’t stick around to hear the rest. She hurried out onto the patio, red-faced, and opted to simply enjoy the pleasant weather from her place in the shade.

Meanwhile, Regina had just climaxed, but was continuing to rock her hips as Emma lapped greedily between her thighs. She ran her fingers through Emma’s silky blonde hair and regarded her wife with fond admiration. As she caught her breath, she climbed down and smiled sweetly at Emma.

“As much I enjoy sitting on that pretty face, I think I like looking at it far more.”

Emma grinned. “The feeling’s mutual, babe.” She brought her arms around Regina and held the brunette in a loving embrace. “I’d love to keep going, but I doubt Cora would be too happy if we stayed in our room all day.”

“How right you are, darling.” Regina kissed Emma’s temple. “Why don’t we get ready? I’ll make breakfast.”

“Could I make a request?”

Regina arched an eyebrow. “What did you have in mind?”

“Apple pancakes?”

Now Regina was grinning. “You’ll be happy to know I was already planning on it.”

Emma was in awe. “And here I thought my mom was the psychic one.”

The two of them shared a laugh before reluctantly getting out of bed. They readied their hair and got dressed for the day, during which time Regina took note of her wife’s hair all over the floor.

“I should sweep all this up,” she said.

Emma shook her head. “No, no, it’s my hair. I’ll take care of it.”

“But I’m the one who cut it.”

“And I’m the one who asked you to.”

Regina gave a playful huff. “Fine.” Emma’s arms snaked around her waist and she couldn’t help but smile when the blonde kissed her cheek. “You can clean it up after breakfast,” she said, “since you want to so badly.”

Emma laughed. “You got it, babe.” She and Regina shared a deep kiss.

When they entered the kitchen, they prepared their coffee and were surprised by the silence.

“Where’s Cora?”

Regina looked around and spotted her mother through the window. “The patio.” She set her mug down and headed outside where she found Cora sitting quietly. “Good morning,” she said, “Did you sleep well?”

“I did, yes,” Cora said stoically, “I’m sure you did as well.”

Regina was confused. “What do you mean?”

Cora cleared her throat, but didn’t meet her daughter’s gaze. “I overheard something I shouldn’t have.”

Regina’s face reddened. “Oh.” She scratched her head awkwardly. “Well, I’ll be making apple pancakes, if you’d like some.”

A tight smile pulled at Cora’s lips. “I’m sure they’ll help me take my mind off of things.”

Regina was dying inside. “Yes, hopefully so.”

Soon, the three of them were sitting at the table, and Emma was happily enjoying her pancakes when she noticed no one else had said a word.

“Baby, why’re you so quiet?” she asked with a mouthful.

“Emma, don’t speak with food in your mouth,” Regina chided.

Emma laughed sheepishly before swallowing. “Sorry.” She glanced at Cora and saw a strange expression on the woman’s face. “So, Cora, how’d you sleep?”

Cora nearly choked on her coffee. “Just wonderfully,” she said, forcing a smile.

Emma was mildly confused by this reaction but chose not to question it, especially once she saw the uncomfortable look on her wife’s face. Something was wrong, she could tell, but she and Regina would discuss it later. She awkwardly finished her breakfast, put her dish and silverware in the sink, and grabbed a broom from the garage before disappearing into the bedroom.

She was halfway through sweeping up her hair when she heard the door open and she peeked out of the bathroom to see her wife standing there with a conflicted expression. She set the broom aside and went to embrace Regina.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Did Cora say something? I thought we were doing so well.”

“It’s not what you think,” Regina explained. She was visibly red in the face as she bit her lip. “She um, overheard us this morning.”

Emma grimaced. “Oh,” she said quietly, “Does this mean no more sex?”

Regina shook her head. “Not until she’s gone.”

A sullen sigh escaped the blonde. “Alright,” she relented, “but once she leaves, I’m gonna make you feel like a Queen.”

Regina couldn't help but smile. “You already do, dear.”

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Emma was out in the shed, working on a new painting with music emanating from her nearby speaker. The tie-dyed curtains were drawn to prevent anyone— namely Cora— from peering inside. She was once again in the nude, painting an equally-nude body. It was abstract, pieced together with strokes of turquoise, yellow, orange and pink. The smell of marijuana permeated in the air, and Emma’s smile was contagious. Her hazy eyes were drawn towards her phone as it buzzed. On the screen was a message from her wife, which only made her smile widen.

May I come in?

Emma pulled on her blue silk robe and went to unlock the door. There stood Regina with a turkey sandwich and some barbecue chips on a plate.

“I thought you might want something to eat,” said Regina, “I assumed you were probably smoking, and it seems I was right.”

Emma laughed. “You know me.” She graciously accepted the plate. “Gracias,” she beamed, “Do you wanna come in? I’m working on a new piece.”

Regina smiled. “I’d love to.” She stepped inside, closing the door behind her, and was stunned to see the abstract piece on the easel. She recognized the body immediately. “Emma, dear, is that my body?”

Emma was grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Totally. What do you think?”

“It’s beautiful,” Regina said truthfully, “I just recommend keeping it here until my mother leaves.”

Emma nodded, suddenly recalling the events of that morning. “For sure.” She scratched her head awkwardly. “So,” she continued, “about last night. Do you still want to try adopting?”

Regina peered deep into her eyes. “Do you?”

Emma’s smile returned. “I do,” she said, “I just wanted to see if you still felt the same way.”

Regina gave a quick nod. “I think that would be wonderful. When should we tell our parents?”

“Why not tonight?” Emma suggested, “We could have a cookout. Maybe even invite the neighbors. It would help Cora mingle a bit, and then we could break the news.”

Regina’s eyes gleamed with delight. “Perfect,” she said, “What time would you suggest?”

“I don’t know, six?”

“Sounds good to me.”

“Awesome. I’ll tell my folks,” said Emma, “What all would you like to have?”

“Burgers, hotdogs, salmon,” Regina proposed, “and some vegetables for good measure. I’ll call up the neighbors before I run to the store. You just enjoy your lunch, dear.”

“You got it, babe.”

They shared a sweet kiss before Regina stepped back out of the shed. Emma locked the door and swiftly hung her robe back up before digging into her sandwich. Afterwards, she picked up her phone and sent a message to her mother.

Regina and I are having a cookout tonight at six. Do you think you and Dad can make it?

It was less than a minute before she received a response. Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Is there anything you need us to bring?

Just yourselves. We’ll take care of everything.

An hour later, Emma emerged from the shed, clad in a black tank top and frayed jean shorts with a noticeable lack of shoes. Her hands were stained with paint and the scent of marijuana wafted around her like a potent cloud. She walked in through the back door and headed to the bedroom where she found Regina stepping out of the shower.

“Hey baby.”

Regina smiled. “Hello, dear. Did you speak to your parents?” She grabbed a towel and wrapped it securely around herself.

Emma nodded. “They’ll be here.”

“Wonderful. I told my mother. She’s still uncomfortable, I’m sure, but she’s doing her best to remain pleasant. I can’t really blame her this time.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” said Emma, “but what are we gonna do? Apologize for fucking?”

Regina snorted. “It would be best if we simply didn’t bring it up.”

“Works for me,” Emma said with a shrug. She stepped towards the sink, lathering her hands with soap and washing them beneath the warm water.

“Did you finish your painting?”

“Not yet. I’ll work on it more tomorrow.” Emma turned to her wife with a smile. “I figured we could run to the store together.”

Regina smiled warmly at her. “How thoughtful.” She dried her hair and pulled on some clean clothes before grabbing her purse from the kitchen counter. “Let me say goodbye to my mother.”

Emma nodded. “I’ll start the car.”

Regina headed upstairs and knocked gently on the guest room door. “Mother?”

Cora opened it hesitantly. “Yes, dear?”

“Emma and I are heading out to pick up a few things for tonight. Is there anything you’d like?”

“I wouldn’t want to impose on you.”

Regina shook her head. “Nonsense. Everyone should have a say.”

“Oh. Well, in that case, I think I’d like to have some grilled chicken.”

Regina smiled. “Alright. See you in a bit.”

Cora couldn’t help but smile back. “Thank you, Regina.”

“You’re welcome, Mother.”

Regina walked back downstairs and into the garage where she found Emma waiting behind the wheel of the Benz. She smiled and climbed into the passenger seat.

“Are you my chauffeur today?” she teased.

“You bet,” said Emma, “I figured I could stop at the loft once we’re done shopping so I can get the Bug.”

Regina nodded. “Of course.”

“So, did Cora want anything?”

“She requested chicken.”

Emma smiled as she began backing out of the garage. “It’s crazy how much she’s changed.”

“It certainly is.”

Two hours later, the two women returned home in their respective vehicles. Once they were back in the garage, they began carrying the groceries inside and preparing the meat with various seasonings and marinades. The weather was pleasant and everything was going wonderfully. Emma turned on her speaker and began playing music to make things much livelier.

Hearing music emanating from below, Cora descended the stairs and stepped quietly into the kitchen where Emma and Regina were getting everything in order. As she watched them work alongside each other, she couldn’t help noticing the way they swayed gently along to the ethereal music. She couldn’t quite place it, but she was certain she’d heard it somewhere before.

“Home is where I want to be. Pick me up and turn me ’round. I feel numb. Born with a weak heart. I guess I must be having fun….”

Cora eyed Emma’s tattoos closely, more so than she ever had before. She couldn’t deny that they were very well done. She wondered if this change of heart had anything to do with her fondness for Killian. She pushed the thought to the back of her mind for the time being and cleared her throat.

“It was very nice of you to consider me,” she said, “Thank you both.”

Emma and Regina turned to her with bright smiles. “No problem,” they said in unison.

Cora couldn’t help but smile back, albeit much more softly. “I look forward to meeting your neighbors.”

This stunned the two women, pleasantly so.

“I’m sure they feel the same way,” Regina told her, “They’re very lovely people.”

Cora’s smile grew a bit wider. “If they’re anything like the two of you, then I have no doubt.”

The Swan-Mills household suddenly seemed much brighter.

Hours later, as their neighbors and friends were beginning to gather in the backyard, Emma and Regina were in the middle of grilling. Snow and David approached with wide smiles. In Snow’s hands were several bags of chips.

“I know you asked me not to bring anything, but I would feel terrible if I didn’t,” said Snow.

Emma chuckled. “Don’t sweat it, Mom,” she said, “It’s much appreciated.” She took the bags and set them on the table nearby before hugging her mother.

“Can I ask what made you want to have a cookout?” asked David, “You normally only do it on the Fourth of July.”

Emma and Regina exchanged a knowing smile.

“Let’s just say we have news,” said Emma.

David smiled and brought his arm around Snow. “Well, we look forward to hearing it.”

Snow nodded in agreement. “Most definitely.”

While Emma was tending to the grill, Regina went to find her mother who was lingering in the kitchen with a look of unease.

“Aren’t you going to join us?”

Cora hesitated. “I feel as though I won’t fit in with your friends,” she confessed.

“Well, Snow and David are here,” Regina told her, “and so is Killian.” Seeing her mother’s eyes light up was surprising for her. “You like him, don’t you?”

Cora averted her eyes. “What makes you say that?” She blinked when Regina took hold of her hand.

“It’s alright if you do,” Regina assured, “Why don’t you go talk to him?”

A faint smile pulled at Cora’s lips. “Alright,” she said softly.

The two of them walked outside together and Regina returned to the grill where Emma awaited her with a smile.

“Everything okay?”

Regina nodded. “My mother was just feeling a little shy. I encouraged her to try talking to Killian.”

Emma glanced over her shoulder to see Cora cautiously approaching the man in question. He was standing alone, sipping from a red cup and enjoying the cool breeze. He smiled when he saw Cora and they struck up a conversation that Emma couldn’t quite make out. She looked back at Regina with a pleased smile.

“I definitely didn’t expect it, but I think they both like each other.”

Regina nodded. “You may be right.” She eyed the meat closely. “I’d say it’s time to flip the burgers.”

Emma did so with ease. “When did you want to make the announcement?” she asked quietly.

“Once everyone has a plate.” Regina bit her lip, suddenly seeming distressed.

Emma placed a hand on her shoulder, visibly concerned. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

Regina shook her head. “Sorry, I’m just feeling overwhelmed. This is going to be a big change for us.”

“If you don’t want to do it, then—”

“I do, I do,” said Regina, “but what if I’m not a very good mother?”

Emma gave her shoulder a light squeeze. “You’ll be a great one. I just know it.”

They shared a sweet kiss that left Regina feeling euphoric. “Thank you, Emma.”

Soon, everyone had a plate and seemed to be enjoying themselves. Shortly afterwards, Regina finished setting the food out on the table with Emma’s help. She laced her fingers with the blonde’s and took a deep breath.

“Attention, everyone,” she said, “Emma and I have an announcement.” She relaxed when Emma’s hand gave hers a gentle squeeze, and bore a proud smile. “The two of us have decided to try adopting a child. We think it’s about time we expanded our family.”

Their guests all congratulated the pair, offering to aid them in finding clothes, diapers, toys, and anything else they would need. Snow and David were especially ecstatic at the prospect of being grandparents. Cora was noticeably less enthusiastic, though no one seemed to notice this except for Regina and Emma. They said nothing, not wanting to spoil the overall mood. They could only do their best not to dwell on it.

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It was past sundown when everyone began to leave the party. Snow and David were among the last to go, in addition to Killian, whose focus was solely on Cora. As Emma helped her wife pack the remaining food into Tupperware bowls and aluminum pans, the two of them were approached by her parents. Snow was in tears, but they were unmistakably joyful as she pulled Emma into a tight embrace.

“We’re so happy for you both. I just know you will be wonderful mothers.” Snow kissed Emma’s cheek softly. “Don’t worry about looking for a crib. We still have yours in storage. That, and several boxes filled to the brim with toys.”

Emma smiled. “Thanks, Mom.”

“Of course,” Snow beamed. She turned her attention to Regina, hugging the brunette just as tightly. “Anything you need, don’t hesitate to ask.”

A smile pulled at Regina’s lips, and she nodded. “Thank you,” she said softly.

As she embraced her mother-in-law, she peered over at Cora, who seemed completely enamored with Killian. This bothered her a bit, as Cora hadn’t spoken a word to her or Emma since the announcement, let alone spared a single glance in their direction. Snow, intuitive as ever, sensed something was bothering her and pulled back with a look of concern.

“Is something wrong?”

Regina considered denying it, but she had tried this several times in the past, and her efforts were always in vain. “I’m just a little worried about my mother,” she said quietly, “She seems distant all of a sudden.”

“Well, if anything happens, you let me know, okay?”

Again, Regina nodded. “Okay.”

Emma retrieved one of the bowls of leftover hamburger patties and offered it to David. “You should take some of these home with you,” she said.

“You sure?”

“Oh yeah. We’ve got plenty.”

David smiled as he accepted the bowl. “Much appreciated.” He hugged her with one arm and kissed her forehead. “And you can keep the chips. I certainly won’t be needing them.”

Emma chuckled softly. “Alright.”

She walked with her parents to their truck and they said their goodbyes before heading back to the loft. Only when they were out of sight did she return to the backyard to gather up the food. When she did, she found Regina putting the grill cover back on while Cora was nowhere to be seen. She was about to question this, but then Killian approached.

“Thanks for the invite,” he told her with a smile, “I had a lovely time.” His smile widened. “And congratulations. I hope everything goes well for the two of you.”

Emma was quick to return the smile. “Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”

Killian nodded. “I certainly did. I’ll be seeing you, Emma.”

“Likewise.”

Killian left, and Emma helped Regina gather up the food. As she did, she looked to her wife with mild concern.

“Where’s Cora?” she asked quietly.

“She went inside after you walked out with your parents,” Regina told her, “I don’t know what’s going on with her. I thought we were making progress, but something is clearly bothering her. I’m afraid to ask.”

“We can ask her together, if you want,” said Emma, “or maybe she’ll come clean on her own terms.”

“Maybe so.” Regina was clearly uncertain. She relaxed a bit when Emma’s hand met her shoulder, and they shared a soft kiss. “I just hope things haven’t gone back to the way they were.”

“Only time will tell.”

They put everything away in the fridge and locked all the doors before settling into bed for the night. The house was oddly quiet, and a sense of tension fell over them like a heavy blanket. Emma pulled Regina into a spooning position once the lamp was off and kissed her wife’s shoulder gently.

“Goodnight, baby. I love you.”

Regina couldn’t help but smile. “I love you, too,” she murmured.

Morning came, and Regina awoke to the smell of breakfast cooking. She thought for a moment that Emma had gotten up to surprise her, but then she realized that her wife’s arm was still hooked securely around her midriff. Her stirring caused Emma to do the same, for which she felt guilty.

“Morning,” Emma said with a warm smile. Her eyes were half-lidded, as she was still not entirely conscious.

“Good morning, dear. Sorry for waking you.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Emma’s stomach gurgled. “Is that breakfast I smell? Why didn’t you wake me up sooner? I could’ve helped you out.”

“I’m afraid this isn’t my doing,” said Regina. She smiled as she turned to face her wife. “But I would love to make breakfast together.”

Emma kissed her sweetly. “Then that’s what we’ll do.”

As the pair made their way into the kitchen, they found Cora at the stove, frying up bacon and eggs. They exchanged a look of surprise as she turned to them with a pleasant smile.

“Good morning,” she said.

“Good morning, Mother,” said Regina, “Can I ask what led to all this?”

“Well, you went out of your way to grill that chicken for me, so I thought I would return the favor,” Cora explained. Her expression became almost somber as she plated the food. “And I’ve been thinking that it would be best if I went ahead and left Storybrooke.”

This worried Regina. “Can I ask why?”

A soft sigh escaped Cora. “I believe I’ve caused you enough trouble,” she said, “Besides, I wouldn’t want to be in the way of your future plans.”

Again, Regina looked at her wife, this time with unease. Emma’s expression was the same. Regina turned back to Cora with mild reluctance. “I can’t help feeling like there’s more to this.”

“Whatever do you mean?”

Regina folded her arms. “Mother,” she said flatly.

“Yes?”

“Don’t be coy. Is there something you’d like to tell us?”

Cora set the spatula down carefully and turned off the burners. She let out a heavy sigh before facing her daughter once more. “I always hoped you would have a child,” she said, “but not like this.”

Regina frowned. “And here I thought we had gotten past that. I am not leaving my wife.”

Cora shook her head. “That isn’t what I meant.”

“Then explain yourself.”

“I had hoped you would at least look into fertility treatments, that way my grandchild would truly be mine.”

Regina was seeing red, whereas her wife was at a loss for words. “Get out.”

“Regina, please, you must understand—”

Regina pointed to the door. “Pack your things and get out. Right now.” She was visibly fighting back tears. “I thought you had changed— or at least, you were trying to— but it was all a façade, wasn’t it?”

Cora tried to speak, but couldn’t seem to find her voice. She simply walked out of the kitchen instead and made her way up the stairs.

Emma’s expression was one of both anger and pain as she held her sobbing wife. She wanted to tell Regina that everything was going to be okay, but she wasn’t so sure of it herself. She had vowed to love and protect Regina on their wedding day, and right now, her wife needed her more than ever.

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It had begun to rain outside, and Emma was currently sitting in bed with Regina leaning against her. She held the brunette close, unsure what she could possibly say to make the situation any better, but she spoke anyhow.

“Are you hungry, babe? I can make you breakfast, if you want.”

Regina looked up with tearful eyes and a faint smile. “I’ve lost my appetite,” she said softly, “but there’s always tomorrow.” She planted a light kiss on Emma’s cheek. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Emma hugged her closer. “You’re not the only one.”

The steady rain eventually led to Regina falling into a deep sleep. Emma carefully climbed out of bed and grabbed her phone from the nightstand, stepping into the bathroom while she texted her mother.

Sorry to bother you, but there’s been an incident. Do you mind stopping by?

Snow’s response was almost instantaneous. What happened?

It’s Cora. I’ll explain later.

On my way.

It seemed like no more than five minutes before Snow arrived. Emma opened the door as she heard the truck pull up outside and greeted her mother with a tight embrace.

“What happened?” Snow asked softly.

Emma sighed. “Cora made it clear that she doesn’t approve of us adopting a child.”

Snow pursed her lips. Her eyes gleamed with fury. “I see,” she said, “How is Regina holding up?”

“She’s sleeping right now, but she’s not doing well.”

Snow offered a slow nod. “And where is Cora now?”

“Gone,” said Emma, “She left just over an hour ago. She tried making us breakfast like everything was fine, but then she showed her true colors. I guess some people never change.”

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. Is there anything I can do?”

“Well, I’d like to get rid of all that food. We won’t be eating it.”

Again, Snow nodded. “I certainly don’t blame you.”

Regina wasn’t sure how long she had been asleep, but when she awoke, she found herself alone in bed. She was mildly concerned by this, but then she hard shuffling and soft voices on the opposite side of the wall and padded into the kitchen. Here she witnessed Emma and Snow cleaning the place up and disposing of the food Cora had made. The two of them turned to her with somber smiles. Without a word, Snow walked over and pulled her into a gentle embrace. She didn’t hesitate to return the gesture.

“I heard what happened. I’m sorry, honey. Is there anything I can do?”

A faint smile pulled at Regina’s lips. “Why don’t we just sit and have coffee together?”

Snow nodded. “I’ll get a pot started.”

“Thank you,” Regina said softly.

As Snow prepared the coffee, Emma sat down in the living room with Regina, gently clasping the brunette’s hand. Regina leaned against her shoulder in a silent search of comfort. Soon, Snow approached with two cups of coffee, which the pair graciously accepted, before sitting down with a cup of her own.

Regina let out a quiet sigh as she held the steaming mug in her hands. “I don’t know what to do,” she said, “I thought things were looking up. I had no idea she felt that way. I can’t help blaming myself. I should have known she would find some other way to screw up.”

“This is not your fault, Regina,” Snow assured her, “What Cora said is entirely on her. No matter what happens, David and I will always be here for you.”

The rain continued to pour through the afternoon and well into the evening. Regina was curled up on the couch under a quilt patched together by Emma’s grandmother. Her mouth watered as she could smell the chicken parmesan Emma and Snow were preparing. She’d attempted to help them, but they insisted that she relax instead. She lied down on the couch and began scrolling aimlessly through social media, though she paid little mind to what was actually on the screen.

Eventually, Emma walked over and sat on the edge of the couch. “Dinner’s about ready,” she said softly, “and Dad’s gonna come over soon.”

Regina sat up and gave a quiet hum as Emma kissed her. “I can’t tell you how blessed I am to have the three of you in my life.”

Emma smiled. “The feeling is mutual.” She hugged her wife gently. “We can’t let her get to us,” she said, “If we do, it’ll only be letting her win. We’re gonna have a wonderful anniversary, babe.” Her smile widened. “And you’ll be more of a mother than she ever was.”

Regina offered a faint smile as she rested her head upon Emma’s shoulder. “We both will,” she murmured. She closed her eyes once more when Emma hugged her a bit tighter.

David arrived roughly twenty minutes later with a bottle of red wine and a look of sympathy, behind which lingered quiet anger towards the woman who had wreaked such havoc on their lives. The night went on without a hitch. Not a word of Cora was spoken, and Regina graciously enjoyed the meal.

Hours later, long after Snow and David had insisted on cleaning up the kitchen, the pair bid their goodbyes and headed home for the night. Emma and Regina were alone in the living room, lit only by the lamp next to the sofa. Emma held her wife close as they curled up together beneath a quilt her grandmother had made.

“Emma?” Regina asked quietly.

“Hm?”

The look in Regina’s eyes was almost pleading. “I’m going to bed now. I need you.”

Emma nodded. “You got it, baby.”

The two headed to bed for the night, and Emma held Regina close to her in a spooning position. She kissed her wife’s shoulder and smiled somberly.

“Emma?” Regina asked once more.

“Yeah?”

“I was going to wait until our anniversary, but I figured now would be a good time to tell you,” Regina said, turning to face her wife, “that I plan on dropping Mills from my name.”

Emma stared at her in wonder. “What? Really?”

Regina nodded, offering a faint smile. “Really.” She cupped Emma’s face with affection. “Especially now.”

“I thought you wanted to keep the name to have a connection to your father.”

“I’ll always have that connection,” said Regina, “Cora can have the name.” Her smile widened and she kissed Emma sweetly. “I just want to be a Swan.”

Chapter Text

For Emma and Regina, the weeks seemed to drag by until finally— finally— their anniversary arrived. During those few weeks, Regina had begun the process of having her name legally changed, and Emma was often out in the shed working on a project that Regina was explicitly forbidden to see. At last, on the morning of their seventh anniversary, Emma unveiled her latest masterpiece and left her wife in tears.

It was a breathtaking portrait of Regina, carefully crafted with strokes of marigold, aerospace orange, chartreuse and turquoise. Upon seeing this, Regina rushed over and pulled her wife into a passionate kiss. Emma hugged her tightly.

“Happy anniversary, baby.”

Regina’s face was wet with tears of joy. “Happy anniversary,” she breathed.

Rather than dine out as planned, the two of them ultimately decided to prepare a meal together. Regina donned a pair of jeans and a Bowie t-shirt, whereas Emma stood barefoot in a white tank top tucked beneath overalls with the legs cut off. The pair sang together as they crafted their respective cuisines. It would be a grand feast, with each of them savoring one another’s creations.

They spent the day exclusively in the kitchen, knowing it would likely take them a few days to clean everything up. They would worry about that later. Their time was spent sipping red wine, sharing kisses and keeping their minds clear of all that troubled them. If all went well, the two of them would soon become three.

As Regina prepared her homemade spaghetti sauce, which Emma often joked was the true reason behind their marriage, she saw the look of euphoria cross her wife’s face and chuckled as she gathered a small sample onto a spoon.

“Would you like a taste, darling?”

Emma grinned as she accepted the spoon. “You know it.” A soft moan escaped her when the sauce met her tongue. “Perfect,” she declared, “just like its maker.”

Regina smiled fondly. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

Emma embraced her from behind. “I love you, Regina.”

Regina slowly turned and brought her arms around Emma’s neck. “I love you too.” She eyed the fresh slices of pineapple on the counter where Emma was working. Her smile widened. “Let me guess. Pineapple pizza?”

Emma chuckled. “You know it.”

“I expected nothing less.”

Had it not been for Emma’s insistence during their first official date, Regina never would have tried the topping in question. It had taken some coaxing, but she eventually admitted how much she enjoyed the taste. Ham and bacon with just a hint of pineapple. It was divine, even more so when Emma prepared it at home. She was pulled from her thoughts when she saw the tears in her wife’s eyes.

“Emma? What’s wrong?”

“I was just thinking,” said Emma, “about the two of us being parents.” She grinned despite her tears. “I’m gonna spoil the shit out of that kid.”

The two of them shared a hearty laugh, and a kiss for good measure.

“You and me both,” Regina replied blissfully.

That night, after much preparation, the two of them finally sat down at the table with a vast spread laid out before them. Regina had prepared spaghetti, fresh garlic bread, paella, crab cakes and apple pie. Emma, for her part, had crafted the perfect pineapple pizza, baked stuffed lobster, several rolls of sushi, and even tried her hand at making gnocchi the way Regina had taught her.

It was a feast which would last them for days— possibly two weeks— and though they thoroughly enjoyed their meal, it wasn’t just food they craved. After they’d each had their fill, the pair made their way to the bedroom, not bothering to close the door, and stripped down sensually in the dim glow of the lamp. They cupped each other’s faces as they shared a searing kiss.

“Want me to get the strap-on, baby?” Emma husked.

“Actually, I had something else in mind,” said Regina.

This intrigued Emma. “Oh?” She watched, somewhat mystified, as her wife retrieved something from the top of the closet. It was a perfectly-wrapped present. She accepted it carefully.

“Go on, darling.”

Emma pulled the sparkling paper away delicately, finding it too beautiful to destroy, yet the thought slipped from her mind when she realized what lied beneath. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was slightly agape.

“Christ.”

Regina laughed softly. “I take it you’re impressed?”

“Oh yeah,” said Emma, “Very much so.”

“Now we have something we can both enjoy.”

In the box was a double-ended dildo, one which the two of them proceeded to enjoy thoroughly. The long, purple toy proved especially effective as they were both left crying out in soft bliss. Emma was looming over Regina, burying her face in her wife’s neck to kiss and nip at the warm, olive skin. Regina moaned at the contact and clung tightly to Emma’s colorful back.

“Em-ma,” the brunette husked.

A low groan escaped Emma. “God, you know I love it when you say it like that.”

She nipped playfully at Regina’s earlobe. The end of the dildo was rubbing her in all the right places, driving her towards orgasm. Judging by the look on her wife’s immaculate face, she was sure Regina felt the same way.

“I’m gonna come,” she moaned. She had one hand cupping Regina’s face and the other resting on the brunette’s hip. “You gonna come for me, baby?”

Regina looked up at Emma with half-lidded eyes, breathing shakily. “I’m close,” she breathed.

They continued rocking together in ecstasy until they reached a simultaneous climax, moaning each other’s names and clutching at one another in near-desperation. They shared a deep, searing kiss as they each came down from an orgasmic high. Their bodies felt electric. Emma stared deep into her wife’s eyes— and vice versa— before offering a wide smile.

“I’d say this was a sound investment.”

Regina laughed breathily. “I’d say you’re right.” She smiled with all the love she had to offer. “Happy anniversary,” she said once more.

Emma kissed her yet again. “Happy anniversary.”

Chapter Text

In the year since Cora had left Storybrooke, Regina and Emma hadn’t heard so much as a word from her, for which they were immensely grateful— not nearly as grateful, of course, as they were to have officially adopted their son. He was a cherub-faced boy with a perpetual smile. He rarely cried, though when he did, it didn’t take much to soothe him.

Coming up with names had been easy enough, though they’d debated on the order of said names for quite some time. Ultimately, they had agreed to name him Henry David Swan, after their respective fathers. By some strange stroke of luck, he looked like the perfect combination of the two of them. He had brown wisps of hair and sea green eyes. He was truly a beautiful child, and his mothers doted on him constantly.

That being said, none were more ecstatic than Snow and David. They insisted that the proud new parents accept Emma’s old crib, refusing to take no for an answer, and delivered dozens of toys for Henry to play with. Regina and Emma had converted the guest room into the nursery, wishing to erase the painful memories that had once plagued it. Emma had spent many hours painting over the marigold with several coats of baby blue, and afterwards, adorned the walls with an aquatic mural to allure Henry. It seemed to work, as he would often stare at the school of vibrant fish alongside his crib.

Emma took up guitar, proving quite talented as she played her favorite music for her wife and son. It seemed to help lull the boy to sleep, and so she made a CD especially for him whenever he grew fussy. She had taken to wearing clothes full-time now, though she never hesitated to remove her shoes once she stepped into the house. Her adoration for Henry was unwavering, though it seemed to skyrocket when the boy took interest in her many tattoos, often running his tiny hands along her decorated skin with fascination. Maybe when he was a bit older, Regina would allow her to adorn him with temporary ink from the local gumball machines.

Regina often found herself walking past the nursery, only to find Emma sitting cross-legged with Henry in front of her, facing her with bright eyes and babbling as she held him. Hearing her wife praise the boy so sincerely brought tears of happiness to Regina’s eyes. As she had learned many years ago, Snow and David had both done this with Emma when she was Henry’s age. They believed their daughter would retain those memories subconsciously, and that it would help reinforce a positive mindset. Coincidentally or not, it had worked. Perhaps it would do the same for Henry.

Whenever Regina would come home from work, she would find Emma in the living room watching cartoons with Henry, typically older shows such as Scooby Doo. The boy seemed to enjoy this the most, given the way he would squeal with delight upon seeing the dog in question. This ultimately led to Regina buying him several Scooby Doo onesies. The pictures she took for the photo album depicted the perfect family, and she couldn’t have been happier.

Following Emma’s decision to loc her hair, she learned quickly that her son took great pleasure in pulling at the tight strands. She found this equally amusing and the pair would laugh together, something Regina managed to capture on film a time or two.

When Henry’s first Christmas rolled around, his doting mothers made it all the more special with a photo shoot at Santa’s Village over in the shopping district. Seeing their little one dressed in a tiny Christmas sweater brought them immeasurable joy. That night, after a dinner and gift exchange with Snow and David, the proud new parents put their son to bed and retired to their well-decorated living room where they relaxed on the sofa together. They curled up beneath a quilt and shared a content smile.

“This has been better than I ever could have imagined,” said Regina.

Emma nodded slowly, hugging her wife closer. “Seems like we should’ve done this a long time ago.”

Regina nodded in turn. “Yes,” she murmured, “but there’s no time like the present.”

They shared a loving kiss, and all was well within the Swan household.

That is, until the following afternoon when Regina went to check the newly-repainted mailbox. She found about a dozen envelopes, all of them Christmas cards, but one stood out. It was red, while the rest were either white or green. She thought nothing of it until she began looking through them in the living room, sipping hot cocoa on the sofa. They were from old college friends and a few coworkers at the law firm. The last one, however, was from Cora.

When Emma walked into the living room, having just put Henry in his crib for a nap, she found her wife staring at a red envelope in a mix of anger and disbelief. This worried her, as Regina was always happy to receive Christmas cards.

“Baby? What’s wrong?”

Regina slowly raised her head and turned the envelope around. “Guess.”

Emma’s face fell when she saw the name written on the other side. “Shit.” She sat down next to Regina and placed a hand on her wife’s shoulder. “I say we throw it in the fire.”

The sound that escaped Regina was caught somewhere between a laugh and a sigh. She placed her head in her hand, visibly stressed. “Tempting as that is, I might as well humor her first.”

She opened the envelope with great reluctance. Inside was a simple Christmas card along with a folded piece of paper. She pulled out the paper and unfolded it, revealing a handwritten letter. Her heartbeat quickened as she read through it.

Dear Regina,

I hope you can forgive me for my behavior last year. I should never have ended things the way I did. It was wrong to speak to you that way. Both of you. I’ve come to understand that I wasn’t always the best mother, but I know you will be. That is why I’ve always wanted to see you have children of your own. I see great potential in you. I know now that it doesn’t matter if the child is adopted or not. If you are willing to give me another chance, I would love nothing more than to see my grandchild.

Love,
Mother

Regina stared blankly at the card, but spoke after what seemed like an eternity. “She must really think I’m an idiot.”

Emma was confused, having skimmed over the letter herself. “Seems pretty genuine to me.”

Regina shook her head. “It’s all in writing, dear. I’m a lawyer, after all. I can read between the lines.”

“What do you mean?”

Emma looked down as Regina skimmed over the words with her finger. “I, me, my,” the brunette mocked, “It’s all about her. It always has been. She doesn’t care about you, which means she doesn’t care about me, or the rest of our family. She just thinks she can weasel her way back into my life by using Henry. I won’t stand for it. I’ve had enough of her manipulation.”

She stood up, tore the letter in two, and threw it into the garbage along with the card and envelope. With a heavy sigh, she ran her hands through her hair before washing them thoroughly.

“Starting a fire would be too much effort,” she huffed, “Cora just isn’t worth it.”

Emma nodded. “I trust your judgment, babe.”

A smile pulled at Regina’s lips as she joined her wife once more. “Much appreciated, my dear.” She kissed Emma gently on the cheek. “Now then,” she said, “why don’t we watch a movie?”

Emma perked up at this. “Home Alone?”

Regina’s smile widened. “As is tradition.”