Chapter 17

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Emma's POV.

I was sat down with Regina talking. It was Wednesday and Regina had decided to come pick Henry up from Boston instead of me going there. Rose is taking Henry out for and hour so me and Regina can sit down and talk, something we haven't done in a while , but really need to do.

"Hi. " She smiles at me and sits beside me on the couch.
"Hello. " I reply.
"I want to talk. We have a lot of things to discuss. " I nod slowly. She begins again.
"I want us to be a thing " she grabs my hands as she says this.
"I want us too"
"Good"
"Let's do this properly then Regina. " I get down on one knee and she giggles at me.
"Regina Mills, will you be my girlfriend and make me the happiest woman on earth!"
"Of course I shall." She grabs my arm and pulls me off of the floor, she plants her lips onto mine, it's soft but passionate. Oh how I've missed this.
She pulls away when air becomes a problem.

"And the LA thing. " I say.
"I spoke to Henry and he said he wouldn't mind, he wants it. Rose said she wouldn't mind either, but I I'm just not sure. "
"Oh. " she looks at the floor.
"I'm just not sure if I should wear the blue or black jeans at my farewell party tonight. " Regina looks up, smiling brightly and her eyes wide.
"Your coming!!"
"Of course I'm coming bub!
I meant to call you babe but bub came out instead" I say chuckling.
"Bub, I like it" Regina says smiling.
"Oh and you are not wearing jeans Swan! Come let me chose" This. Is. Bad.
"I am not wearing a dress." She looks down at me evilly.
"Do you own a dress Swan?"
"Nope. "
"Give me your phone. "
"What?"
"I said give me your phone" I pick my phone up off of the coffee table and hand it to her, confused and unaware of what she is about to do. She holds the phone up to her ear.
"Hello? Oh hi it's Regina *pause* may I please raid your closet for a dress for Emma? *pause* I know, it's disgraceful that she worked for me all those years ago, did a fashion show and doesn't own a dress" she rolls her eyes at me.
"Thanks Rose, goodbye honey" she places my phone on the table and drags me to Roses bedroom. I'm not saying anything, just doing everything I'm told like a good little Emma. Regina opens up the large closet and looks through it.
"This is hideous. " she is throwing clothes around, such a Regina thing to do, not caring because she doesn't live here.
"Hmm"
"I've found it. " she holds up a shirt and a skirt."
"There is no way I'm pulling off that. "
"Relax Swan, your gorgeous now take your clothes off woman. " she hands me the dress.

Before.

"Let me take a picture of you Swan, let me please

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"Let me take a picture of you Swan, let me please. " I'm stood here and Regina is begging me to let her take a picture for her Instagram.
"Ugh! Fine. " she tells me where to stand.

Now.

"You should let me get you ready more often Swan " She moves behind me and whispers in my ear

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"You should let me get you ready more often Swan " She moves behind me and whispers in my ear.
"You look good in my style" it sends shivers down my spine. Unfortunately she moves away.
"Time check?" I say.
"5:22"
"I'm leaving in 8 minutes" Regina nods at me and we both leave Roses room. I look down. We have a problem.
"Um Regina"
"Yes ?" I point to my feet and look back up. Regina sighs and looks down at her own feet. She begins to take her own shoes off, they are navy and they go perfectly with my outfit.
"I swear to god Swan, ruin my jimmy choos and you owe me $500 are we clear?"
"$500? Are you crazy?" She raises an eyebrow at me.
"Point taken. " I slip on the shoes and they are the perfect size.
"Have fun Swan" I nod and head towards the door, grabbing my car keys from the bowl thing.
"I love you Emma. " I freeze. I turn back around.
"I love you too. " I turn back around and leave the building. Wow Emma, how awkward can you get.

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