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Emma turned around and wondered where Regina had gotten to and was promptly kicked in the stomach by Grace’s gymnastics, she turned back to the baby who clearly thought her behaviour was funny so Emma gently grabbed her sock covered foot and played with it, “not so funny now, is it?”

Grace giggled happily and Emma tickled her toes before quickly moving her hand to the baby’s stomach and gently tickling there as well, “I’ve got you now,” she whispered to the squirming and giggling baby.

Regina carried a tray of tea in, “is she being a menace?”

“No, we’re just playing,” Emma replied.

Regina put the tray on the coffee table, “I was speaking to Grace,” she mused.

“She woke up,” Emma commented.

“So I see,” Regina smiled she poured tea for Emma and then herself and sat beside the pair on the sofa.

“Do you want her back?” Emma offered the baby.

“You’re doing well with her,” Regina commented and made no move to take Grace’s wriggling form from Emma.

“Surprised?” Emma sneered.

“Not in the slightest,” Regina replied, bristling a little at Emma’s tone.

“Right,” Emma chucked derisively.

“You seem tired, Miss Swan,” Regina said stiffly in an attempt to alert the blonde to her ungracious attitude .

“Not you too,” Emma sighed as she looked down at Grace who was stretching her arms out in a yawn, “I’m getting sick of telling people that I’m fine..”

“You don’t look fine,” Regina pointed out.

“You know what..” Emma said as she looked at Regina angrily but before she could continue Regina waved her hand gently over the blonde’s eyes and then quickly stood up and bent forward to catch the falling blonde and laid her unconscious body down on the sofa.

She picked Grace out of Emma’s hands and waved her hand causing a blanket to rise from a drawer and float across the room before draping itself over Emma’s sleeping body.

Regina cast a protection spell over the open log fire and then walked towards the hallway and turned the light off in the living room, “time for bed, Grace,” she whispered to the little girl as she glanced at Emma’s form one last time before climbing the stairs to bed.

Chapter 24

Emma let out a long yawn and stretched out only to find her arm coming into contact with something hard, she shuffled about in a sleepy daze and suddenly she could hear distant sounds. A radio and something that sounded like a coffee maker and the smell of food cooking, she quickly sat up and realised she wasn’t in her bed, she wasn’t even in her own apartment.

Her mind quickly flashed back to the night before and she attempted to get up but in her hurry her legs become caught in the softest blanket that mankind ever knew. She angrily pulled it away from her and tossed it onto the sofa and stalked towards the kitchen but as she exited the living room into the dining area she saw the object of her rage.

Regina Mills. Calmly reading the morning paper and pouring herself fresh coffee.

“Did you fucking drug me?” Emma cried.

Regina lowered the coffee pot and added a spoonful of sugar and stirred the cup with a silver spoon, “language,” she said as she indicated Grace who was in her travel chair that was perched on the table top.

“She doesn’t understand!” Emma replied with frustration.

“She can read your tone and I won’t have that tone in my house,” Regina replied as she licked the drop of coffee from the spoon and place it on a plate.

“But you will drug people, is that it?!” Emma yelled angrily.

“Coffee?” Regina asked as she gestured the pot, “I made enough for two.”

“You drugged my tea last night, maybe you’ll poison my coffee this morning,” Emma stated with her hands on her hips as she watched the older woman enjoy her breakfast coffee.

“I didn’t drug your tea, you didn’t even drink any tea last night,” Regina commented, “I went to the hassle for nothing,” she mumbled as she turned a page of her paper and continued to read.

Emma hesitated as she considered this, she realised that she hadn’t drunk any tea. One moment she had been holding the baby who had been yawning like a machine and that had made her tired too and then.. that’s all she could remember. She looked at Regina suspiciously and Regina sighed without even looking up from her paper, “why would I drug you? Have I robbed you? Interfered with you? No. Now come and have some coffee and then you can go back to accusing me.”

Emma huffed and walked over to sit down next to Regina, who sat at the head of the table and opposite Grace. She reached forward and poured herself a cup of coffee into the cup that was clearly waiting for her. Regina indicated a small wicker basket with a white linen table cloth over it and Emma peaked inside to see a few homemade croissants and some muffins and picked up a croissant and began slathering it with butter and jam that was also on the table.

After a while Regina spoke, “so, how did you sleep?”

“Fine,” Emma muttered, clearly not wanting to discuss the matter.