Author: Kat Lee
Dedicated To: My dear sister, hughville, who at times seems to be the only thin thread connecting me to what passes for sanity (Love you, sis!)
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Character/Pairing: Emma/Regina, Charming/Snow
Challenge/Prompt: Emma and Regina planning Henry's high school graduation. as requested by my dear hughville
Warning(s): AU, Future Fic
Word Count: 965
Date Written: 29 May 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Disney and ABC, not the author, and are used without permission.
“I suppose the first thing we need to determine is where we’re taking him after the graduation.”
“What do you mean?” Emma asked, looking up from her sundae in surprise.
“I mean,” Regina continued, carving off a piece of chocolate ice cream with her spoon and lipping it slowly, “where are we going to have the actual party at? None of his classmates are going to want to come home with him to the Evil Queen’s.”
“Regina,” Emma said softly, “you’re not thought of that way anymore.”
“Not by you,” Regina’s voice dropped to a soft whisper as she lowered her dark eyes and spoon, “but there are those who still look at me, Emma, and see the woman I was. There will always be people who I hurt who can only look at me and see who I was.”
Emma reached over and placed her hand comfortingly over her wife’s. “You’re not that person anymore,” she spoke with strong determination. “Besides, there’s not really anything to think about about where we’re going to have the celebration.”
“What do you mean?”
“Where do we always celebrate?”
Regina gave her a look, drawing her beautiful, dark head back slightly to one side and cocking an eyebrow. “Where we celebrate at -- “ she started.
“Not just the two of us,” Emma stopped her, shaking her head. She squeezed her hand. “All of us, Regina. As a family. Where do we celebrate?”
Regina laid her spoon down onto the table and looked into her wife’s eyes. “You mean here?” she asked. “At Granny’s?”
“Of course. Why would we celebrate anywhere else?”
“I . . . I don’t know,” she said slowly, looking around them. “I guess . . . I guess I’m always just a little surprised I’m welcome here.” She didn’t mention that she well remembered the looks she’s been given by every citizen of Storybrooke, Granny herself included. She more than half suspected that the old wolf would still love a shove a cleaver through her back, and as for that granddaughter of hers -- If she didn’t have Snow’s forgiveness, every time Red saw her, she’d still growl. She still did when Snow and Emma weren’t around. Regina swallowed at the memory of the last time she locked eyes with the feral woman. It was still clear to her that more than half of the town remained waiting for her to screw up and revealed that she was still the same old Evil Queen after all.
Emma left her seat and slid into the booth next to Regina. Wrapping an arm around the former Queen’s slender shoulders, she pulled her close. Her other hand gently gripped her jaw and turned her face to look at her. “You’re one of us now,” she whispered fervently. “No one’s going to dispute that, and when we celebrate something as big and wonderful as our son’s graduation, we’re going to do it as a family. And when we celebrate as a family -- “
Regina nodded slowly and swallowed again. “We celebrate here,” she concluded for her determined, beautiful wife.
Emma nodded, her forehead sliding up against Regina’s. “Together,” she vowed and then kissed her.
Regina, as she always did, started to pull back, aware that they were drawing shocked, judgemental eyes from everyone else in the diner. Emma’s arm around her shoulders kept her pinned, however, and instead of letting her go, she slowly deepened their kiss, her tongue sliding smoothly into Regina’s mouth. She kissed her long and deep until the other occupants of the diner finally went about their business, though not without their usual mutterings. It was still hard for many of the townsfolk to believe that the daughter of Prince Charming and Snow White had fallen in love with the Evil Queen. Yet Regina knew something that many of the others neither knew nor would have believed had they been told: Emma’s and Henry’s love had broken a curse she had not even realized she’d been under.
The clearing of voices finally broken the women apart. They looked up, and Regina lowered her head and almost blushed a little as they found Emma’s parents standing above them. “How are we coming on planning Operation: Graduation?” Snow asked, sliding into the seat Emma had vacated and stealing a bite of her daughter’s ice cream.
To Regina’s surprise, Charming didn’t say anything about their kiss or even look angry about their relationship as he so often had, even at their private wedding. He even smiled as Emma told them, “I just convinced Regina we’d have it here.”
“Of course we’re going to have it here,” Snow said, waving a bite of ice cream in the air. “Our family always celebrates at Granny’s!”
Her husband nodded. “And you,” he said, locking eyes with Regina, “are a part of that family.” Underneath the table, Snow laid her free hand on Charming’s and gave him a little squeeze, thanking him for his words.
A hesitant smile spread slowly across Regina’s face. Before she could speak, Snow waved Emma’s spoon in the air. “I still can’t believe he’s actually graduating high school! It doesn’t seem like he’s old enough!”
Charming laughed. “Or that we’re so old.”
“Tell me about it,” his daughter agreed, grinning.
“Someone once told me you’re only as old as you think you are.”
Snow laughed. “That must make us ancient!”
“Not today,” Regina spoke quietly, looking from her love to Emma’s parents, her once-greatest enemies who had finally accepted and forgiven her. She grinned, her heart feeling lighter, fuller, and more loved than it had in years. “Definitely not today.” She looked up, caught Granny’s attention, noted that the wolf didn’t glower at her from the old woman’s eyes, and ordered another sundae for the four of them, four members of her little family, to share.