I'm so sorry guys! I know this seems to be like a theme, but I keep forgetting to update, cause I'm writing Master Thesis stuff or I keep leaving the country! Sucks! I haven't even messaged back you wonderful people that wanted to help out on my thesis! Cause, let's face it, I need all the help I can get there!

Hope you enjoy this chapter!

It was barely light as Emma got up from her chair. She folded her blanket and placed it at the foot of the bed. She watched Regina for a few more seconds before she walked out into the kitchen. She slowly started to set the table, as quietly as she could. She didn't want to wake anyone just yet. It was extremely weird to put down 5 plates instead of 4. Emma hung around the kitchen for a little bit, drinking a glass of juice and getting extremely bored before she decided that she could totally get started on breakfast. She cracked a bunch of eggs into a bowl, added some milk and whisked them. So far so good, she thought. It wasn't until the actual pan was involved, that it got a little hairy. Eggs stared sticking to the side, she rasped them off, trying to give the pan a shake in the process. Which only lead to her losing about half of the egg mix. The blonde bit back a curse as she tried to save the remaining mixture from burning. All of a sudden she heard a chuckle from the side. She looked up expecting Henry or even her mom, but found Regina leaning against the counter, in what she recognized as one of her sweats and tank tops.

"Are you laughing at me already?" Emma joked, trying to ignore the fact that this woman came out of her bed in her clothes.

"Why, you seem to be in trouble already." The brunette leaned onto the counter. "Seriously Ms. Swan, you should be able to fry an egg." Emma huffed.

"You care to take over?" Regina walked over to her before she even finished her sentence and shoved her out of the way. She flipped the mixture a few times, grabbed some ingredients from around the kitchen and started to save the breakfast. Emma sat down on one of the high chairs and watched her carefully.

"You really do like cooking, right?" She asked, playing around with a napkin. Regina looked up at her with that sarcastic look.

"This is not cooking Ms. Swan. There should be at least 2 ingredients for that." Emma sensed it was mostly innocent teasing.

"Well there were eggs and milk! That's two!" She grinned. Regina cocked her head.

"There should have been some butter too, dear. It's what makes it not stick to the pan." She explained. Emma rolled her eyes.

"I knew that."

"And you left it in the fridge anyway." Emma huffed, throwing the napkin at her.

"Hey!" The brunette laughed, picking the napkin out of the pan. "You don't want to put that in. It doesn't really taste that good. Just for your information." She looked up at Emma's face and promptly started laughing again. "You look like you are ready to slap me."

"I've been ready to slap you for a few months now, Regina." The brunette grinned again.

"You did already, dear." She smiled in a slightly husky voice. In her answer she bent down over the counter slightly. Emma eyes shifted from her face down to the tank top for a few seconds. The thin white tank top flopped down a little, giving Emma a good look down Regina's chest. The sheriff's eyes shot up again, wondering if Regina had noticed. The brunette grinned, whipping her hair back. She continued shifting the eggs around the pan, letting them absorb some butter. Emma breathed in to say something, but noticed the brunette look at her from under her eyelashes; she quickly lost what she was about to say. Regina smirked again. They heard a cough from the stairs, interrupting their intensive stares. Emma swirled around to face the small noise.

"Mom! H...hi good morning!" She felt busted. By her own mother, ... Wait busted? Why would she feel busted? Were they...had that been... Oh my god she had been flirting, hadn't she?

"Morning Emma." Snow walked down the stairs slowly, obviously wondering if she had walked into something. "Regina."

"Snow." Both women sounded cold, ready to fight.

"Are you ... Making us breakfast?" Snow asked confused, examining the situation. Emma grinned and cocked her head as she watched Regina's face flush.

"No! No... No. Emma was. She was just trying to burn your house, so..." Did Regina stutter?

"She made me aware there should have been butter, or I would poison you. She stopped me from accidentally killing you." Emma grinned at her mother.

"I... Didn't think Regina would stop you from murdering me." Snow said, softly stroking Emma's back.

"Neither did I, but here we are..." The blonde grinned, looking at Regina with a sparkle in her eyes. She was looking for a reaction from the brunette. She knew Regina wanted to lash out, but with Snows hand on her back, She probably wouldn't.

"I must be loosing my mind." The brunette muttered, viciously putting the eggs on the plates. In that moment, David came downstairs with a happy looking Henry.

"Morning mom...s. Moms." He grinned, bouncing over to where Regina was struggling with the eggs. "Breakfast!" He smiled, digging in, before the mayor even finished putting them on his plate.

"Ms. Swan, this is your doing, right here. I suggest you say something." The brunette growled,

"He said moms. Focus on that." Emma shot back, sliding onto the chair next to Henry. She nudged him slightly, looking at him.

"Oh. Sorry." He muttered, waiting for everyone to be seated. Regina looked at the both of them, swallowing slightly. Emma would love to know what she was thinking in that moment. Regina sat down awkwardly, with the Charmings. She silently stared poking her eggs. Emma smiled to herself. It's was almost funny how awkward this was.

"Regina, how are you feeling after last night?" Snow asked, trying to be nice to her. Regina's eyes flickered, her jaw clenched.

"Were you scared mom?" Henry asked, dangling his eggs in front of his mouth.

"No dear, Dru won't hurt me." She answered, softly running a hand through his hair.

"She sure fooled me then." Emma shot back, deserving a cold glare from Regina.

"We can't let you get hurt like that, Regina." Snow softly spoke. "We asked Gold for help in protecting you and all of us." The blonde across the table swallowed, this could go either way.

"Ms. Swan mentioned such a thing at the hospital, yes. What did he suggest?" She was clinching her fork so hard her fingers turned white.

"A spell and a potion to make the vampire loose her interest in all of us." The pixie cut brunette replied, almost proud.

"The interest in all of you? I see. This must be the Charming family ego speaking. Not everybody is interested in you. I can assure you, Dru has no intention of hurting any of you." Regina spoke, obviously trying to contain her anger.

"You keep saying that, but still I'll be rubbing vanish on your blood stains in my sheets." Emma butted in. With that Regina slammed her hands down on the table.

"You have no idea what she will and won't do! I suggest you keep your mouth shut!"

"Stop defending your abusive little dead girlfriend!"

"She is not abusive!"

"Oh I see its just about vampire sex then?" Regina paled at Emma's comment. The blonde sucked in a breath as she followed Regina's eyes to Henry, who had stopped chewing. His eyes darted from his blonde mom to his brunette mom.

"I'll pretend I didn't hear it." He whispered, a little weirded out.

"Regina, you must let us help you." Charming tried, shifting his body towards the queen.

"I mustn't let you do anything to me anymore." The witches eyes had watered a bit, shocking Emma with her intense stare. She felt caught. Maybe she'd gonna too far, mentioning their private conversation at the breakfast table, with her son present. Regina pushed her chair back from the table in rage, knocking it over. She swiftly made her way over to the other side of the room, grabbing the first coat on the hanger, making a run for the door. Emma got up fast as lightning, running after the barefoot mayor.

"Regina! Come back here! I'm sorry!" She grabbed her arm through the open door, catching the brunette at the top of the stairs. "I shouldn't have..." The sheriff yanked Regina towards her, forcing her to turn around and face her. Her grip weakened as she saw the tears is Regina's eyes had slowly stared to fill up enough to slip down her cheeks. The brunette looked her in the eye for a moment until she evaporated in a cloud of purple smoke. Emma gasped, trying to clutch onto the air for a moment. Shit. She had really messed his one up.

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