OutlawQueen One Shots

Blow

"Mom, do we really have to stay at Emma's tonight?" Henry whined as he picked up his duffel bag from the floor of his bedroom and dragged it down the stairs.

"Yes, you really do," Regina replied, her hand on her hip as she watched him pout.

"But I want to stay home and play with my toys," Roland pouted, stomping his foot on the floor and crossing his arms across his chest.

Regina mimicked his actions, getting a smirk from the small boy as she whined, "And I want to have date night with Daddy."

"Henry is big enough to watch me," the little boy chimed and his mother shook her head.

"Not tonight, my love," she smoothed his hair and helped carry his bag down the stairs.

"But Daddy's birthday is tomorrow! Gina, I can't miss it," Roland exclaimed, trying to find any excuse to stay home.

The doorbell rang and Henry sauntered over to answer it while his mother continued to fight with the fussing toddler. She knelt down in front of him, placing her hands gently on his shoulders and looking into his light brown eyes as she said, "You won't miss it, Roland. Emma will have you back in time to help me cook Daddy's breakfast."

"You promise?"

Regina smiled softly when the boy held out his hand, his pinky up and waiting for her to link hers in a sacred bond of trust with his own. She wrapped her delicate finger around his tiny pinky and spoke with the upmost confidence and reassurance, "I pinky promise."

"Hey Roland," Emma said with a smile as she entered the foyer to greet the small boy and his stepmother. Wait, was she his stepmother? They weren't married, but they'd been playing house long enough that they might as well be. The blonde shook the thought from her head, much too tired to figure out the details of their familial arrangement. "Ready to head out? I'm spoiling you with ice cream since I know Regina never gives it to you."

"Ice cream?! Really?" The boy shouted with enthusiasm.

Regina stood and met the blonde's eyes, lifting her eyebrow and smirking when she said, "Do what you want. Just don't call me when he's bouncing off the walls all night and you're trying to sleep."

"It's not like you'll be asleep," Emma quipped, whispering so the boys didn't hear her remark.

The brunette's cheeks were flushed, but only slightly. She couldn't hide the grin that spread across her face before she said, "I have my own walls to bounce off, Miss Swan."

Emma's face became a deep shade of red as she laughed at the mayor's sexual innuendo; Regina was never one to play around and it certainly took the blonde by surprise. She gathered the troops and headed for the door to the mansion as she asked, "What time should they be back tomorrow?"

"No sooner than ten, if that's alright with you," she requested and her friend nodded. "Thank you again, Emma."

"Don't mention it. Killian's birthday is coming up soon and I'm sure you'd love to have my parents over for dinner so we can have the loft to ourselves," she winked and Regina rolled her eyes.

"Be good and not too much sugar, please," she addressed her children as they each hugged her tight.

"Can't make any promises," Henry said with a chuckle.

"Yeah, I'm all out of pinkies for the day," Roland added and both boys roared with laughter. Regina couldn't stop herself as she chuckled along with their silly banter. They were a handful, but they never ceased to bring her joy.