Our Son

Chapter Nineteen

Regina

Magic fascinates me. It always has and no matter how much I wish it didn't, it always will. I think the fascination first began when my mother used it on me. Not that I enjoyed it of course, but the sheer thought of making something happen just by will-power was the most amazing thing I had ever heard of. All magic comes with a price. I've said the saying in my head a million times, but what if the price was good? Not a discount or something literal like that but more of a "sell my soul for a wish" kind of thing. The more I think about it the more I realize and find it safe to say that the price I paid for the curse was the best I ever will. I got Henry, my beloved son. Without the curse I never would have had the priveledge of being a mother. But as much as I love and adore my little prince, I believe it's the savior who truly was worth it all. Emma Swan. If you asked me 2 weeks ago what I thought of the blonde, I would say she was a rebellious, no-good, stealing scoundrel. I would scoff at the name Swan or Emma or deputy. I might even sneer or glare at the person who said it or blackmail the person who wrote it, but say that name now and I would smile, blush, turn away and sigh. My heart would flutter with happiness. Suddenly, I would be interested in the converstaion, just for the chance of maybe knowing more about Emma Swan. I think that's magic in itself. Falling in love with the one who was meant to be the enemy, your enemy. I had fallen in love with Emma Swan, fallen hard and fast and there was nothing I could do about it; and it fascinated me.

"Emmaaa..." I teased the woman underneath me by taking a strand of her hair and twirling it around my finger. My chin rested on her chest and I stared up to her face, which was turned sideways on the silk pillow. A throw blanket covered our unclothed bodies, yet left my back and shoulders exsposed. Her arms tightened around my waist as she groaned.

"Noooo" I watched her cute eyebrows scrunch together in frustration. I smiled and pressed my lips to her neck, placing three soft kisses on the silky skin.

"Please-wake-up..." I mumbled against her throat between kisses. It was more of a command rather than a question. I felt her throat rumble against my lips with another moan and I would be lying to say it didn't turn me on like a light. I slid my hands underneath her body and felt the hot leather from the now heated couch and her hot skin. I slowly ran my fingers down her spine to her ass where I gave it a playful squeeze as I softly bit her pulse point. She gasped and I could practically hear her eyes shoot open.

"Regina!" She moaned rather loudly and squirmed under me, causing me to smirk.

"EWW! MOMS!" We both jumped as I pulled the blanket up over our bodies and blushed frantically. I pressed my cheek to the blondes chest and stared quietly at our gaping son. He stood in the hallway entrance that led into this giant room, mouth opening and closing like a breathless fish.

Emma cleared her throat and spoke.

"Er-Henry, go ahead and head down for breakfast." I rolled my eyes at her pathetic attempt of a cover up. Henry darted away like a bullet down the stairs. I propped myself up on my elbows to look into the forest green eyes.

"Head down for breakfast?" I questioned with an amused raise of the eyebrows. Emma merely gave me a "what did you expect?" smile and stole a kiss on my lips. She tried to pull back but my lips followed hers like a magnet and they attached once more when her head was flat against the pillow. She kissed my nose and I crinkled it softly, causing her to give me an Eskimo kiss.

"Love you!" she muttered as she sat us both up and grabbed her T-shirt form the side arm rest of the couch.

"Mmm." I hummed back in response. She slid the shirt on over her head and stood up, strutting away into the bedroom. I smiled to myself, Something I had begun doing a lot lately in the past few days.

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It had been two weeks since the curse was broken. Emma, Henry and I had been living the dream here at the, well, dream house. Our days consisted of breakfast in the morning, outside relaxation and lunch during the day, and usually a song from Emma and her guitar, dinner in the evening, and love-making to Emma Swan almost every night. It had been paradise. Oh how I hated myself for coming to reason and realizing we needed to return to Storybrooke. Emma and Henry were both disapointed to leave our little safety bubble of love and happiness, but were also excited to see their newly discovered relatives. I didn't blame them.

The Savior and I had grown exceedingly close during our vacation. So close that we knew practically every little detail about each other. Family, running, mistakes, flaws. Sometimes the whispers were told with the secrecy of the late night in the bedroom, tears shed or sharp breath intakes-comforted away just as fast as they came. Sometimes in the gentle afternoons of the day, said with ease and relief. Either way, the secrets and stories were spilt and it brought us closer than two could get.

I took Emma's hands in mine, and gazed into her gorgeous eyes.

"I want you to know..." I paused a moment, collecting my next words. "Whatever happens when we get back, whatever people say...I am capable of loving. I really truly am. I love you don't I?" Emma smiled warmly at me and squeezed my hands gently.

"I know Regina. I'm here for you, okay? I have no intentions of changing that." It was my turn to return the smile. We embraced Henry and I used my magic to transport us back to the mayoral mansion.

The silence was awful. Horrifying even. Why the hell was this place not burnt down to ashes? I slowly took my arms off of Emma and Henry, scanning the room carefully.

"Not to make quick assumptions or anything, but shouldn't this place be razed over right now?" Emma questioned quietly. I nodded in response. In the enchanted forest, if I were to leave, Snow and her not-so-charming husband would have catipulted and torched my castle until it was wiped from existence.

I slowly walked to the window and used my finger to pick the edge of the curtain up and peer out. Nothing. Silence. Oh shit. I felt Emma's check press against mine as she looked through the window as well.

"Where is everyone?" she whispered to herself. I turned my head and locked eyes with her, brown on green, and a silent understanding passed between us. We would have to find everyone, starting with the two beings I hate most. My girlfriends parents.

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ONE MORE CHAPTER UNTIL THIS BOOK IS OVER. A sequel will probably be coming though, if you guys would read it! (The cover for the sequel is at the top or side or somewhere idek.)
-Eepree