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“It’s like Mary Poppins,” she whispered in awe, no matter how much she saw magic it was still always, well, magical to her.

“Oh, please,” Regina sniffed, “that’s positively amateur hour.”

Emma smiled and hobbled forward and Regina looked at her in concern, “what’s wrong with your leg?”

“Sore from PT,” Emma said and hobbled forward again with the intention of capturing another kiss from the brunette.

“Isn’t this therapy supposed to be helping you?” Regina said as she held Emma away at arm’s length as she stared at the blonde’s non-responsive leg in worry.

“I’ve been missing out on some home exercises,” Emma admitted and leaned forward and pressed her lips to Regina’s before she had a chance to reply. Regina melted into the kiss and took a step forward and gently wrapped her arms around Emma while maintaining the tentative kiss.

Emma shifted her weight and then winced as another pain shot through her leg and her grip on the crutch tightened. Regina took a step back and Emma moaned at the loss of her lips.

“I’m not convinced this therapy is working,” she frowned at Emma’s leg in displeasure, “missing home exercises or not.”

“Why don’t you call my therapist and check on me?” Emma said with a pointed look at Regina.

“Maybe I will,” Regina smirked, “the boy is clearly an idiot.”

“Well he’s scared of you,” Emma laughed.

“As he should be,” Regina said.

“How did you know him? Back there I mean,” Emma asked, “what was he before he was a physical therapist? Can’t imagine you had many of them in the Enchanted Forest.”

“He was a poacher,” Regina said, “I once caught him stealing pheasants from my land.”

Emma blinked, “my physical therapist is an ex-poacher?”

“Your Mayor is an ex-cricket,” Regina pointed out as the last of the kitchen items returned to it’s home.

“Yes, but he isn’t a medical professional touching my body,” Emma said.

“A poacher has an excellent understanding of bodies, muscles and cartilage are important to game,” Regina smiled.

“Game?!” Emma cried, “you’re referring to me as game?”

“I was always partial to some roast swan,” Regina licked her lips seductively.

Emma pulled the brunette into her arms and crushed their lips together with a smile.

“Mom!” Henry’s voice called from upstairs and they pulled apart quickly, “what’s for dinner?!”

Emma rolled her eyes, “this is going to be every time we want time together now, isn’t it?”

“Well, if you will insist on dating a single mother,” Regina shrugged with a wink as she walked to the hallway to call up to Henry.

“Oh, we’re dating now, are we?” Emma smiled broadly.

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Emma didn’t get an answer to her question and just smiled at the door that closed behind Regina’s retreating figure. She would push the question as to whether they were dating later, in the meantime she was trying to calm herself down and act like everything was normal. Which it wasn’t. Because she was pretty sure she’d just been making out with Regina unless she’d had some kind of an episode and this was all a dream.

She glanced down at her throbbing leg and assumed that if she could feel the pain in her leg then she must in fact be awake. A smile grew across her face and she sighed happily as she leaned against the kitchen counter, she began to wonder why this wasn’t freaking her out more. For some reason it seemed right and even though she logically knew that they could mess everything up she desperately wanted to take the risk and see where the relationship went.

Her mobile phone rang and she saw that it was Gold, “Mister Gold,” she answered with a small roll of the eyes just as Regina walked back into the kitchen.

Regina had heard who was on the call and regarded Emma carefully as she opened the fridge and began taking out ingredients for dinner. Emma was nodding as she said, “okay, yes, I understand, I’m on my way now.”

Emma adjusted her crutch and stood up, “there’s been a break-in at Gold’s shop and Belle was hurt,” she told Regina as she started to leave, “I don’t know when I’ll be back.”

With a nod Regina replied, “I’ll make you something you can heat up when you get back.”

Emma paused for a moment and smiled as she turned around and looked at Regina. Regina looked back at her a frowned, “what? Is something wrong?”

“No,” Emma shook her head with a smile, “nothing is wrong at all. I’ll give you a call when I’m on my way back.”

As Emma made her way to the Bug she couldn’t help but smile at how easy and domesticated everything with Regina had become in such a short space of time. Someone was making her dinner which could be heated when she got back from work, no attitude that she had to go and work, no fending for herself. Regina cared about her and was looking out for her without a second thought.