Our Son

Chapter Eleven

Regina

After telling idiot one and two that Emma and I were going to look through Henry's room for anymore clues, we ditched the sheriffs station and drove to my mansion. The whole way there I couldn't stop thinking about the amazing blonde sitting next to me, focused on the road. This is going to far. I think to myself. You have to stop, Regina! It will never last! My head begins to ache from an annoying migraine and I place my fingers to my temple, massaging it lightly.

"Everything alright?" I jump slightly at the voice, I wasn't used to driving in cars with anyone other than Henry.. I place my hands in my lap and try to maintain my heart beat. A fake smile spreads across my face.

"Yes. Of course it is." I say and I look over at her. She studies my face for a brief second, her eyebrows creased with worry, then back to the road. She inhales a deep breath.

"You're lying." She responds and my smile melts away.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh come on Regina, I know when people are lying and you" she slows down at a red light and puts the brake on. Shifting in her seat, she faces her whole body towards me. "-are lying." My words hitch in my throat like they always do when I'm around this woman. It's infuriatingly annoying to me that she can leave me speechless, but, at the same time, I find it endearing. The last person who could leave me speechless was Daniel. She studies my face for a second and I look down to my lap nervously. "Hey." She mumbles and my eyes go up to meet hers again. "You can tell me anything you know." I give her a half smile. She was so caring. How?-that I have no clue. Ever since she drove into this town all I've done is make her life miserable, yet here I was, sitting in this yellow bug with Emma Swan herself. The same yellow bug that I dreaded seeing for the past two weeks and now it was my favorite vehicle on the planet. The same Emma Swan whom I resented with all my heart because every time she had showed me up-every time she gave me a challenge, I couldn't decide if I loved her or hated her for it. I figured that it was easier to hate someone so I went with the latter. Now I loved this beautiful, caring, rebellious woman and there was nothing I could do about it. I looked up as the light turned green.

"You can drive now." I say and I look out the window. I didn't want to get into this conversation right now, not when we were occupied with saving Henry. She sighs deeply and continues driving once more, leaving the conversation back at the road cross-over.

Once we arrived at my house and got out of the car, we hastily made our way to the door and inside. The cold was shut away with door; but the awkwardness was not. I turned around to have a very worried deputy only inches away from me. I froze, lost in those beautiful green orbs again.

"Madame Mayor?"

"Yes?" I huffed out in reply.

"Is it a bad thing that I'm in love with you?" I'm taken aback by her question but manage to form a reasonable answer that is pronounced in the human English language.

"It depends." She pauses for a moment, never breaking eye contact with me. I realized my back was pushed flat against the door and I had no way of dodging out of this one.

"Depends on what, exactly?" She responds with a cocky tilt of her head.

"If I love you back." A smirk tugs at the corners of my lips. Her eyes narrow in a playful glare.

"And?" She leans in, so, so close that my breath hitches in the back of my throat, her lips brush over mine slightly.

"And what?" I manage to mutter out. Keep your calm. I think to myself. I can't let her win me over again. She pulls back and I immediately miss her warmth. She has one eyebrow raised and her arms crossed and she shakes her head sarcastically.