troubled teachers

Chapter 25

It was late in the morning when Emma and Regina emerged downstairs. Henry was sprawled on the sofa with his laptop balanced on his knees, a glass of coke in one hand, and the muted television playing a football match from the night before. As soon as he saw his mother and her girlfriend, his face went bright red.

"Henry, are you ok?" Emma asked, alarmed at the sudden and strange reaction.

"Fine," he mumbled, hastily packing up his things and standing to leave the room.

"No you're not," Emma said. "What's up?"

"Nothing," Henry insisted, his eyes desperately looking anywhere but at Emma and Regina.

"Oh …," Emma said, realisation suddenly dawning. "Shit. Sorry, Henry." Her own cheeks pinked as she realised why her son was so embarrassed.

She didn't know what had come over them. They were always wary of being too loud at night, knowing Henry was mere metres away. Emma had grown accustomed to screaming out her orgasms into pillows and Regina, well, until last night Regina hadn't come so … It had been well after one in the morning when their passionate lovemaking had ended, the two of falling asleep, breathless and satiated, in each other's arms. When they had lost themselves to the pleasure, they had also lost sense of where they were. And who was nearby.

"It's fine," he said, still staring at the floor. "Just -,"

"It won't happen again. I promise," Emma said at once.

"Me too," Regina piped up, having cottoned on to what the problem was as well.

Henry nodded mutely and left the room.

Emma turned back towards Regina, a guilty look on her face. But it didn't last long and seconds later the two of them were corpsing, giggles erupting from within them as they both collapsed on the newly vacated sofa.

"It's not funny! I'm scarred for life!" they heard Henry shout from the kitchen which only made them laugh harder. Moments later, they heard his heavy footsteps on the stairs and then his bedroom door slammed.

"What do you want to do today?" Emma asked when she had finally stopped chuckling.

"I have a doctor's appointment at midday but apart from that I have no plans. What about you?" Regina said.

"I didn't know Archie worked on Saturdays," Emma remarked.

"Different doctor," Regina shrugged. "An actual, medical doctor."

"Is everything ok?" Emma asked, suddenly concerned.

"Fine," Regina nodded. "It's just a check-up the hospital advised when I left Kent. It's basically an overall health check which I'd already had in November but figured I may as well go again, even if I do feel fine."

"Well you did say you were feeling a little dizzy last week," Emma reminded her.

"Yes, and I was also sick that day. I told you we shouldn't have eaten that sushi three days after we bought it," Regina scowled.

"I didn't force it down your throat and it was fine with me," Emma pointed out.

"In that case your stomach is made of iron," Regina replied. "Anyway, I'm fine now and my scars have all healed well. I'm sure the blood tests and whatever else they do will say I'm perfectly healthy."