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Regina is just a wardrobe masterpiece no matter what

“Fine,” Regina replied smoothly, easily sliding a smile into place. “Though I would have picked somewhere nicer if I knew this was a celebration.” Still, there was a hint of doubt still lingering. “You are aware that I’m… quite a bit older than you?” she asked. She wasn’t that old, only 36 (nearly 37), and in the long run, fifteen years between them wasn’t much. Still, the difference concerned her because she wanted to make sure that Emma knew what she was getting into. 

“Really? I’m shocked! I was under the impression you were a college student yourself!” Emma’s expression of fake shock turned into an amused grin. “Age is only a number, it doesn’t bother me. I had to grow up pretty fast when i had Henry, I can handle it.” She offered. Hell, she was hardly doing great, but she had a steady income, her son was clean, dressed and fed, and she had a home. None of it was perfect, or a dream come true, but a lot of ‘adults’ her age were deep in debt and had no income; she’d take it.

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Regina had barely put the car in park when Emma was out the door and she sighed and followed the blonde out. She unlocked her front door with a slight shake of her head and ushered Emma inside. “Use my bathroom,” Regina instructed before Emma could contaminate Henry’s. “I’ll need to bleach the tub before it can be used again and I don’t want to risk infecting him as well.”

Emma discarded her jacket on the coat rack; she was not about to get yelled at for being the reason Henry was so untidy. She nodded her head in agreement before making her way rather awkwardly up the stairs towards the end of the corridor; she’d been here a few times before with Henry. Her walking was more like a weird waddle though because when she moved her legs too far apart it made the itch even worse.

Magic beginning

 🌹Humming in disappointment as the kiss ends, Rose looks down at their fingers, free hand brushing softly against their joint knuckles. “I’ve learnt to be surprised when it comes to Snow White and her only daughter.” She quips, grinning until dimples showed at the image of both greetings. Of course Rose wanted to impress the other monarch - Her love’s, Mother - but she could hold her own and was not afraid to argue her point to Snow White.  “I think we’ll both be pleasantly surprised, surely they cannot blame us? This rarely happens, so it is not like it was on the forefront of our minds.”

Emma chuckled, Rosie was right; Emma was definitely a wild canon who liked to surprise just about everyone. She nodded her head, it was true though. It wasn’t as though they’d known that there was a risk that their magic would intertwine in such a way that an heir would be produced. Emma had never even heard myths or legends about it. All of her schooling lessons about motherhood had definitely not said that if a woman lay with woman she could be impregnated. “That is an excellent point...it’s not as if i have the right equipment to produce such a result. It was definitely a surprise, an unplanned one but non the less wanted.”