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Emma and Regina are leaving to the Charmings and they are supposed to wear the christmas sweaters Snow has made them. Regina doesn’t quite agree: “I’m a Queen and a bit more refined.” By @chocolatemilkqueendom

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Regina glanced at her wristwatch for what felt the umpteenth time in less than five minutes and glared at the stairs as she heard the rustling of two pair of feet running down the upper hallway.

“If I need to apologize to your mother for being late…” She started at the precise moment Emma’s face appeared at the top of the stairs sporting a dazzling smile with Henry in tow.

“We won’t, we won’t.” Emma said as she descended the stairs, her hands caressing Regina’s cheeks before she pecked her lips as Henry, seeming to mutter something that could have been “Moms!” followed her with his hair still humid from the shower.

Regina looked at the two of them before grinning, unable to stay mad at them even though she glanced pointedly at her watch once she replied to the blonde’s kiss with one of her own, her thumb quickly grazing the blonde’s lips in order to erase the trace of red her lipstick had left behind. “Still, I think I told you both more than twenty minutes ago that I wanted you both ready in ten.”

“And since we knew you were telling us that so we weren’t late we did everything in fifteen!” Replied Henry, as he stopped in front of the two of them as tall now as his blonde mother. His hands were trying to smooth the creases at his jeans while he smiled boyishly at Regina.

“Keep speaking like that, young man, and we will be talking about your new video games.”

Henry’s mouth opened in protest but Emma shook her head out of Regina’s peripheral vision making him sigh and nod before he pointed at the black dress the brunette woman wore. “Mom, grandma said that she wanted us to wear her sweaters…”

Regina looked down at herself before glancing back at Henry. The boy was indeed wearing the hideous blue and grey thing Snow had tried to pass as a Christmas gift and Emma had the red nightmare she had tried to smile at the second she had opened the gift at Granny’s dinner on top of one of her skin-tight jeans.

“I think I made perfectly clear what I thought about that sweater.” She replied in a huff. Emma laughed quietly at her side and rose her brows the second Regina looked at her.

“My mother asked it!” The blonde said while at her own sweater. The color was a mix between what could have been considered deep red and salmon and the brunette couldn’t exactly pin point what Snow had tried to symbolize or even do with that one. “You know she did.”

Regina rose one single brow as an answer and shook her head, standing as tall as she was as she looked at both Henry and Emma whose amused -yet exasperated-faces stared back at her. The brunette knew that she was being unreasonable but she pursed her lips into a fine line. “I’m a Queen and a little more refined than a sweater that seems to have been dipped in bleach before being re-painted by a blind fairy.”

The line alone made Henry snort and Emma laugh as she rose her hands, the tingling of her magic ringing on Regina’s ears before she felt the blonde’s power moving around her, the telling signs of a spell dancing atop of her skin a second before the hideous black and white sweater Snow had knitted appeared on top of her dress.

“I know you are.” Said the blonde before kissing Regina’s temple as Henry guffawed. “But my mother is going to really turn all Evil Queen on us if we don’t appear with our sweaters on. And I promised my father that he wasn’t going to suffer alone.”

“Plus, she made a bet with Aunt Zelena!” Added Henry, the teen smirking when Emma shot him a warning look that wasn’t fast enough for Regina to listen to it.

“Emma!”