A/N: Hello! And welcome to Collision In Time!
This fic is the much anticipated (by me, anyway) sequel of my first Swan Queen fic When Magic Collides.
For those of you wondering: Today (March 28th 2018) is the three year anniversary of when I first published chapter 1 of WMC. So it's only right that I waited for today to post this chapter.
I'm not quite yet sure of the frequency for posting new chapters, so for now I'm going to try and get it every Wednesday or else every other Wednesday.
In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this chapter. And congratulations again on winning that poll Swen! I'm proud of this fandom!
I hope you enjoy it!
PS: Quick shout out and massive thank you to my friend Laura for proofreading my chapters as of late. You put up with my insanity and I'm eternally grateful for it!
Regina moved expertly through the kitchen as she busied herself, thankful to have the time to do what she enjoyed on-top of everything that life demanded of her lately, demands which, for the most part, she carried out with a smile on her face and joy in her heart, as evident by the fact that she was humming as she worked, and a Disney song, no less.
"…A girl worth fighting for." She sang, grinning at her 17-month-old baby as she sang the line of the, admittedly sexist, song. But that one line had always stuck with her about her daughter. She was, after all, a girl worth fighting for.
Amorie giggled as her mother tapped her nose gently, wiggling around in her high-chair. "Mushu!"
"Yes baby, that's the one Mushu's in." Regina giggled and kissed her daughter's head. The little red dragon's name was the only one her daughter managed to pick up when they'd watched the movie, and kept calling Mulan 'Moo-moo.' Something the former queen figured wouldn't go down all-too-well with the real version of the warrior, who was now in charge of the lost boys with the help of the Merry-men.
"Momma!" Amorie squeaked happily and threw her toy pony at the woman lightly. Regina smiled and made clicking sounds as she 'walked' the toy back to her daughter happily, releasing it when Amorie grabbed it and turning back to her stove now that the water had finally boiled and she could continue her cooking.
It had been too long, she thought, since she had some actual time to make her family a big meal. Between making enough changes around the office to be able to work from home as much as possible, and raising Amorie, and, she remembered with a smile on her face, the wedding plans, things had been quite hectic. But it was Friday, the office closed up early because, well, no one was really useful the last two hours before a weekend, and she'd been well-caught up on work enough to relax…and by relax, of course, she meant cook! The chicken was in the oven, the cake was in the fridge, and the cookies cooling out on the tray. She was chopping vegetables for the salad when she heard the door open and shut.
"Mooooooooooooooom!" Henry called from the foyer.
"Geez kid, you don't need a fanfare to tell her you're home." Emma said.
"Yeah but if I'm too quiet she'll get startled." He said. Regina rolled her eyes as they appeared in the doorway of the kitchen, their eyes both going wide when they smelled and saw the fruits of all of her hard work.
"Oh my god." Henry whispered.
"Henry look away, I think this is the start of some kind of Martha-Stewart themed porno." Emma said. Regina snorted a laugh and shook her head.
"God you're so weird." Henry shoved her playfully and went over to Regina, giving her a hug. "Thank you for not making me weird like her."
"You're welcome dear." Regina said, kissing the top of his head, and then slapping the sneaky hand that tried to steal a cookie.
"Ow! Mom!" he whined.
"You'll spoil your dinner." Regina said.
"No I won't, I'm a growing kid, I could eat a monster truck and still have room for desert." He said.
"I'd hope you'd pick something a little more nutritious." Regina said. "If you have a cookie now you can't have desert and I know you want dessert."
"Oh yeah? What makes you say that? Not all your deserts are so hot, you know." he said with a challenging smirk.
"Two words." Regina said, standing straight and matching his sizing-her-up stance. "Fudge. Cake."
"I…" Henry tried, but he just couldn't beat that. He sighed and deflated, pointing a finger at her accusingly. "You win this round, Mills."
He turned on his heel and walked out of the kitchen, Regina watching him go with a victorious smile and a quirked brow.
"Wow…I thought I'd need to hide Amorie for a second there." Emma chuckled, pressing a kiss to her daughter's cheek before she stepped up to Regina. "Hey babe."
"Hello love." Regina's smile turned soft, her arms wrapping around Emma's neck as she pushed herself up a little bit on her toes to kiss the blonde gently. "Good day at work?"
"Uneventful." Emma shrugged.
"Good, just like I like my town." Regina joked. Her fiancee chuckled and shook her head.
"I don't suppose I could persuade you to round up the girls and cause some havoc, just to give me something to do on Monday?" she teased.
"Hah, not likely…maybe if I let Cru plan the bachelorette party though." The brunette chuckled.
The trio of women, formerly known as the "Queens of Darkness" turned out to be quite relaxed once they weren't being hunted down and used as tools for Rumple's evil plans. Thankfully he'd never actually gotten through into town. (much to Belle's relief, as well as a select few townspeople.) and when Mal, Ursula, and Cruella showed up, and saw that they had the chance to settle down and start new, they threw away his plan to sneak him into town and decided to try out the whole 'happy ending' thing for themselves, especially when they heard about Regina and Emma and how they'd found each other in the most unlikely of circumstances.
They'd managed to integrate enough, and when all the bad blood was put away, Regina found them to be quite a good source of fun and they'd quickly become friends.
It still freaked Emma out…only a little though.
Regina turned towards the stove to focus on her task again and Emma wrapped her arms around her waist from behind and rested her chin on her shoulder.
"Hey is that…chicken? In the oven?" she asked.
"Yes." Regina said with a smirk.
"And the stuff in the saucer? Your garlic dressing?" the blonde asked again, a small smile forming on her lips.
"Yes." Regina nodded slowly.
"And the cookies…and the fudge cake." Emma grinned, pressing a kiss to Regina's cheek.
"Where's your mind going Emma?" Regina asked.
"Do you remember that time I came over and my car broke down? And it was raining?" the sheriff asked softly.
"Yes…I do." Regina smiled widely, the memory and the resemblance of the past and present moments clicking in place.
"Is it me or…is that what started it all?" Emma asked. "Cause the next day I brought you lunch…"
"And we agreed to try and form a strong friendship for Henry's sake." Regina nodded.
"And then you tried to teach me how to cook." Emma chuckled.
"And then you got me pregnant." Regina teased. "Yes dear, I know what happened…I was there remember?"
"I know…it's just…" Emma shrugged. "A nice memory. Everything ties to it you know?"
"Well to be fair…I consider our beginning the day we met." Regina said. "I was scared as all hell and you looked like a nervous puppy."
"Yes, your thinly veiled threats were such a turn-on." Emma teased.
"Psht, please." Regina chuckled. "You would have if you could have."
"Well…yeah." Emma shrugged. "I would have if I could have."
"Good." Regina looked over her shoulder and kissed the underside of Emma's chin. "I would have too, for the record."
"Good to know." Emma said, teasingly kissing the brunette's neck. Regina giggled lightly and turned her head so that Emma could kiss her properly, their magic sparking inside of them like it always did when they kissed like this.
A loud baby giggle caught their attention and they both looked over at Amorie, who was beaming at them and clapping her hands. "Yay mamas!"
"We still got it huh kid?" Emma chuckled.
"Yes thank god there aren't any curses around to be broken." Regina chuckled.
"Hmm." Emma looked over to the brunette and kissed her again. "Wouldn't really care."
"Me neither." Regina kissed her back softly, Amorie clapping and giggling again. "Yep, still got it."
Emma chuckled and finally released the brunette, going over to their daughter and picking her up out of her high chair. "Hi baby."
"Hi bubbah!" Amorie repeated.
"She's going to start calling everyone 'baby' soon." Regina said with mild concern.
"Nah, she'll grow out of it." Emma rocked her playfully. "Right baby?"
"Bubbah!" the toddler said again.
"I'm gonna try and give her some more walk training." Emma said with a smile. "If she's steady on her feet by the wedding, maybe we could have her be our flower girl. It'd be perfect."
"Your mother's idea?" Regina asked with a smirk.
"No…mine, actually." Emma said with a shrug. "It's a nice thought isn't it? Having our daughter be part of our wedding?"
"A beautiful thought, actually." Regina stepped over to her two girls and pressed a kiss on each of their cheeks. "Get to it then!"
"Yes, your majesty." Emma said teasingly as she walked off.
"That's a good little saviour." Regina teased back, a smile on her face which, as of late, seemed to be a permanent fixture to her features.
She knew Emma was taking Amorie to the living room. They'd decided that the living room and Amorie's nursery were to be carpeted properly early on after the baby had been born so that there would be two places where it would be safe for her to walk and waddle around when she finally fully learned to walk without needing her mothers' support all the time. (Regina wanted to put soft furnishings all over the place, Emma told her that sounded a little crazy, and that a scrape on Amorie's knee would not be the end of the world. Regina was about to go off when Emma used the 'didn't you fall off your horse five times while you were learning?' argument and, for once in Emma Swan's life, she won an argument.)
What Regina didn't expect is for her to hear the sound of glass breaking a few minutes later.
"Uh…Regina?!" Emma's panicked voice kicked her instincts in, and she shut off the stove before running to the living room like her family's life depended on it. She walked in to find Emma standing in the middle of the living room, with some kind of shattered glass laying before her, and Amorie nowhere in sight.
"Emma, what the hell?" Regina looked at her with wide eyes. "Where's Amorie?!"
"Well uh, you know that thing dad and I do with her where we throw her up in the air a little and then catch her?" Emma asked nervously.
"You mean the stupid, dangerous thing that I keep asking you two not to do because you will drop her one day?!" Regina demanded
"Yeah, that." Emma nodded.
"Yes, what about it?" Regina asked.
"Something tells me you don't have to worry about her falling anymore." Emma said, her voice a little high pitched in panic as she pointed upwards towards the ceiling. Regina lofted an eyebrow.
"What the hell are you t-" she said as she looked up, blanching at the sight above her and her jaw going wide.
Amorie was floating, maybe 5 inches away from the ceiling.
"Emma…what the hell?" Regina asked softly.
"I don't know. I threw her up once just to get her excited." Emma explained slowly. "I had my arms out to catch her and she just…didn't come back down."
"Uh…uh." Regina stammered, looking up at her daughter who was spinning in the air, sucking her thumb. When she caught sight of her brunette mother, she grinned wide and giggled. "I don't understand…levitating is…really difficult to master! Even Rumple never did it!"
"Light magic?" Emma shrugged. "I think we should focus less on how she got up there and more on how the hell we're gonna get her down."
"How did the light bulb break?" Regina said, noticing that the light bulb was missing from the light fixture hanging overhead.
"I don't know! Her magic must have surged the electricity and it popped or something!" Emma said, looking up at her flying baby daughter again.
"Oh god…" Regina sighed.
"Okay, don't panic, we can get her down I just need a bed-sheet and two very long sticks and I can-"
"You are not making a butterfly net to catch our daughter! What if she suffocates in it?!" Regina said.
"I'm sorry, do you have any better ideas?" Emma demanded. Regina sighed and looked up, holding her arms out.
"Amorie, baby, come to mommy!" she said, trying to egg her daughter on to come to her. "Come on baby!"
"Weee!" Amorie cheered, ignoring her mother and wiggling her arms and legs to fly around.
"Man she's really got that breast stroke down." Emma said, mildly impressed.
"Focus!" Regina sighed.
"Amorie…get down!" Emma tried the stern method. Regina rolled her eyes.
"Now you try to be the strict parent?" she said.
"You know it would help if you supported me in this." Emma said, hands on her hips.
"It would have helped if you listened to what I said and stopped throwing her!" Regina huffed.
"Okay, look, Regina, if the kid can fly, she's gonna fly." Emma said. "There's not much we can do short of tying a ball and chain to her leg."
"Urgh, we're getting nowhere with this pointless argument!" Regina said.
"Then stop arguing with me!"
"I'm not arguing with you I'm just freaking the fuck out!"
As soon as she shouted the expletive, another bulb broke, startling them both.
"Okay…" Emma sighed. "Our magic is freaking the house out, we need to calm down."
"This isn't normal…our magic shouldn't be doing this." Regina sighed. "At least…I don't think it should be!"
"Calm down." Emma said, taking a step towards Regina. "Just take a deep breath."
The blonde closed up the space between them and placed gentle hands on the former queen's shoulders and Regina drew in a long, deep breath and let it out.
"Okay." She nodded, opening her eyes and looking right at Emma.
"There." Emma smiled at her softly. "Let's get our kid down huh?"
She placed a soft kiss on the older woman's lips and felt a crack of magic.
"Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Amorie cried as she suddenly plummeted down.
"Amorie!" both women cried and held their hands out, as if reaching for her. Suddenly a soft wave of magic erupted from both their hands and Amorie was floating down gently until she was seated on the floor, giggling and grinning widely at them like it had all been a big, fun game.
"Oh god." Regina sighed in relief, dropping her head into Emma's shoulder. The blonde's arms wrapped themselves around the shorter woman and held her tightly, sharing in her relief.
"Yeah…Don't scare us like that huh kid?" the sheriff said towards the toddler, who responded by making spit bubbles and giggling when they popped. Emma scoffed a laugh, Regina doing the same when she finally looked at her daughter again.
"Little troublemaker!" she said, nothing but affection in her voice. She stepped back from Emma and crouched down to pick her up. "You are just like your mama, I bet she would have been a terror if she had magic at your age, yes she would have."
"Hey!" Emma feigned offense, but just watched with a smile as her fiancee gushed and cooed at their daughter.
"Yay mamas!" Amorie clapped happily before Regina turned to hand her to Emma, who took her carefully and kissed her cheek three times in quick succession.
"Teach her to walk before you teach her to fly, huh?" Regina asked with a small smile, kissing Emma's cheek gently before she went back to the kitchen so she could finish dinner.
Honestly, this family could stand to have a couple of dull moments.
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"Amorie is bathed and asleep, probably with a very full belly, thanks to you." Emma said as Regina stepped out of the shower. "Henry asked if he could stay up an extra hour, I wasn't going to let him…"
"But?" Regina gave her an expectant look. Emma sighed.
"It's Friday, he's fifteen, and…" a proud smile took over Emma's features. "He got an A+ on his English paper."
"And you want to reward him." Regina gave her a soft, understanding smile.
"I never got anything for doing good in school…but I usually always got shit for doing badly. We'd ground him if he spent too much time playing video games and didn't turn in his homework…why can't we reward him being so damned smart?"
"Oh alright." Regina nodded, kissing Emma's cheek. "Go be proud of your son."
"Pft, he gets it from you." Emma shrugged and turned, leaving the room, probably to tell Henry he could stay up and maybe gush a bit about how proud she was of him. Regina smiled to herself, her heart fluttering as she basked in the bliss that was her current life. Sure, it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows, but it was definitely an improvement over what her life had been like before her and Emma pulled their heads out of their asses. She chuckled, God had that taken forever.
An idea came to her mind as she held on to her towel, she bit her lip and rushed back into the bathroom to run a brush through her damp hair and threw the towel off before she turned the bathroom light off, dimmed the bedroom's down and lay on top of the bed just in time to hear Emma's footsteps outside the door.
The blonde opened the door, a smile on her face. "He said thanks and I told him to put on his headphones for the game so we could get some…uh."
She looked up mid-sentence to see her fiancee laying, stark naked, on their bed.
"Yes, get some indeed." Regina said, looking up at Emma through hooded eyes with a sultry smirk on her face. Emma stared, mouth hanging open like it was the first time she'd ever seen Regina naked. It wasn't of course (Indeed, there were many, many times that both women saw each other naked and they were all wonderful moments.) But Emma would never get over just how goddamned beautiful Regina Mills was…sometimes it still had to dawn on her that this gorgeous, amazing woman was all hers and had been for two years now.
A smile formed on her face.
"What are you thinking about?" Regina asked casually, like she wasn't laying naked and offering herself up like a delicious meal.
"How damn lucky I got." Emma said with a grin. "And…what I wanna do to you to show you how happy that makes me."
"Well then by all means dear, do it to me." Regina said, grinning widely when Emma pulled off her shirt and pounced onto the bed next to her, and then on top of her.
"Don't have to ask me twice."