Love Me Like You Do {SwanQueen AU}

Chapter 8

Regina and I had spent our whole day out and about. She had shown me the library, the sheriff's office, we went to Granny's for lunch, we walked around for a bit, and she showed me where the town hall was in case I ever needed her and she wasn't at home. Now we were walking to her house where she had a crock pot going with some kind of roast.

"Regina I do have one rule for tonight." I say as we are making our way up her front steps.

"Which is?" She said and smiled at me.

"No wine. No alcohol. No nothing that could cloud my judgement." I say and she smirks at me.

"So you are attracted to me." She says with a certain smugness in her tone.

"Well drunk me seems to be based off of what you told me of last night and I've had a nice time today. I want to remember all of it." I say and she smiles and nods.

"Whatever you say Miss Swan. We won't do anything you don't want to." She said and unlocked her front door, opening it and filling my nostrils with the smell of something delicious. I close the door behind me and make my way to the lounge while she heads to the kitchen. "Crap!" She says loudly and my head snaps in her direction.

"Everything alright in there Babe?" I say and she sighs.

"No the roast isn't done- wait what did you just call me?" She asks and I pause to think on it. Did I really just call her that?

"I think I called you Babe." I say and I hear her close a lid and make a b-line for me on the couch.

"Why?" She says lingering standing.

"I'm not sure it just came out I guess." I say and she smiles, sitting down next to me. This looks a little too familiar of a scene so I quickly get up. "Where's your bathroom?" I ask and she blinks a couple times.

"Past the staircase there's a hallway. Second door on your right." She says and I mutter a thank you before quickly making my way there. I can't be doing this. It's not who I am. Sure I am typically able to accept the things I learn about me and bounce back but this changes so much. I'm not gay. I've never been attracted to anyone without a penis and I don't even think I'm attracted to her, I'm just curious. Curious as to what drunk me experienced last night. Curious as to how it felt. But I don't want to act on my curiosity, after all curiosity killed the cat.

Hell even if I was attracted to Regina it's not like I would do anything to act on it. Firstly because I'm just visiting this town. Secondly even if I stayed I would have to find a job and I'll I've ever been is a thief and a PI. Thirdly if I stayed it would be weird with that officer. He seems to really want to have a sequel but the sequel is always worse than the first and the first didn't go so well if I do assume so.

I take a deep breath and look myself in the eye through the mirror. I bite the corner of my lip, let out the deep breath, collect myself and emerge from the bathroom. I walk out and sit in a chair in the lounge that way she cannot sit in such close proximity to me. I can see her eyes searching for a hint of something, anything. "So how long for the roast to be done?" I said remembering that she was having an issue.

"About an hour. Sorry I guess the recipe was wrong on how long it takes to cook. Is there something I can get you? Water, Soda, I think I still have some juice from Babysitting Henry." She said trying to think of non-alcoholic things I could drink. It caused me to crack a smile.

"Waters great. Who's Henry?" I ask her and her expression changes.

"He's my adopted son with my ex Daniel." She says and shakes her head. I'm guessing Daniel isn't exactly a great topic to discuss.

"Wow that's nice. How old is he?" I ask turning the conversation back to the kid. I don't wanna push the buttons of something she didn't want to talk about.

"Henry is 11 but I'd rather not talk about them right now." She says her face downcast. I move and sit beside her before wrapping her in a hug.

"I get it, I have a son who would be 11 if I hadn't you know given him up." I say into her hair. She takes a deep breath seemingly keeping herself together.

"What was his name?" She asked moving from the hug. I scooted a coushion over.

"I didn't name him. I didn't even hold him." I say managing to keep it together. I didn't regret it but sometimes I wish I had kept him, had let him be my own, maybe then I wouldn't feel so alone that I am drawn to someone like me.