So, this is the end. Thanks to everyone that stuck until the end, it meant a lot :)

Hope you enjoy this chapter and the story in general.

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Mara

Regina's POV

I didn't like the idea of trusting the two idiots with my kid; but they trusted me with theirs, so I guess it was only fair to leave Henry with his grandparents for two weeks. I missed him, I didn't regret coming to Bora Bora on a holiday with Emma, though. We had been here only two days and I felt in paradise. Emma had made reservations for a resort that, instead of being a hotel-like building, were a lot of small cabins built over the light blue sea. So every day I woke up to the soft sound of the waves and the warmth of Emma's body cuddled against mine.

I remembered last night's conversation

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My naked body was pressed against Emma's. Our bodies fit perfectly, as if they were as a whole rather than two separate pieces. Emma slowly caressed my bare back with the tip of her fingers but kept quiet for a while, I knew there was something bothering that mind of hers, but I decided not to ask. Emma would talk about it once she was ready for to do so.

After a while, I heard Emma's voice "How would you like adding my last-name to that pretty name of yours?"

I raised my head and my eyes met with hers. "Is this you proposing to me?"

"No," I arched an eyebrow, not buying it. "Yes," she immediately corrected herself, "Maybe...?"

I stayed in silence. Did I want to marry Emma? Yes. Did I want her last name? No.

My silence seemed to worried her, because I could feel her body tense up as she asked "Are you rejecting me?"

"Just your last-name, dear," I replied, "I don't want to be a Charming,"

"Who said anything about Charming?" Emma asked confused. "I think Regina Swan sounds awesome,"

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Regina Swan didn't sound that bad, definitely better than Regina Charming - a chill went down my spine when I thought of that name. But I had been Regina Mills my whole life, or at least my Storybrooke life. I was not good coping with change. Emma frowned on her dreams and muttered something I couldn't catch. She looked lovely. I smiled at the sleeping blonde that laid next to me and softly pressed my lips against hers. She grinned with her eyes still closed. I could get used to wake Emma up every morning.

"'Morning, my queen," Emma said, slowly opening her eyes.

I brushed a lock from her forehead and caressed her cheek. "So, is this how a honeymoon looks like?"

"Kind of," she pointed out, "With the difference that in our honeymoon we will be Mrs. and Mrs. Swan,"

"I don't recall me agreeing on taking your last-name," I stared at her, "Why can't it be Mrs. and Mrs. Mills?"

She seemed to think about it. "Emma Mills...?"

"It sounds lovely," I commented. "Besides, Henry is Mills already, it's easier for you to take our last-name,"

"Alright," she agreed, it took me by surprise. Emma had been Swan probably as long as I had been Mills, yet she was willing to take my last-name just like that. "Swan was my first foster parents' last-name," she explained, "But they are not my family, never were. You and Henry, however, you are my family, were I belong. I love you,"

She loved me, Emma Swan loved me.

"I didn't know you had a sentimental side, Miss Swan," I teased her.

"Shut up and kiss me, Madam Mayor,"

I kissed her and rested my head against her chest, hearing her heart pumping - the only heart I had genuinely won and not ripped out, the only heart I could rightfully claim as mine.

"I love you too," I whispered, "I love you, Emma Swan, more than you can imagine,"

Emma hugged me tightly, our gazes locked - her eyes shining like all the stars in the sky. I reached her lips once again, sliding my hands around her neck, and as my tongue and hers danced together I realised Emma was right: she belonged with me, and I only belonged with her and with no one else. I had never paid attention to what the people of Storybrooke said about me, but now I was sure I'd fight anyone who said something against what Emma and I had. Even if it meant fighting every day until I died, because I had finally found something worth fighting for. I wanted to grow old with Emma, and I had never been more sure about anything else.