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Mary Margaret blushed and fidgeted with her hands, “did everything go okay with Joshua?”

Emma recognised the obvious distraction attempt but allowed it, “yes, he’s at the convent now. Although I thought Blue was going to blast Regina away with her wand.. she’s quiet vicious for a nun.”

“She’s a fairy,” Mary Margaret pointed out.

“That too,” Emma said as she made two cups of tea.

“I suppose the fairies are kind of.. removed.. from the rest of us,” Mary Margaret observed, “they haven’t seen Regina’s change like we all have.”

“True,” Emma said as she removed the teabags, “did.. er.. did Regina always wear that kind of stuff in the Enchanted Forest?”

“Oh yes,” Mary Margaret laughed, “and then some.”

Emma brought the two cups over and placed one in front of Mary Margaret and then sat down opposite.

“Tight leather pants,” Mary Margaret said, “tight bodice, it was quite common for a women of power to display her assets.”

Mary Margaret noticed Emma’s cheeks slightly blush and smiled as Emma quickly turned the conversation back to the Joshua situation.

Chapter 72

After Mary Margaret left, Emma started to clear the kitchen and placed one of Grace’s bottle in the sterilisation unit and made up a new bottle as it was coming up to feeding time. She felt a presence behind her and turned around to see normally-dressed Regina enter the room with Grace in her arms, “is it safe?”

“Yes, she’s gone,” Emma smiled.

“She’s clearly lost it,” Regina said with feigned disinterest, “maybe I shouldn’t have spent so much time trying to kill her and just waited for her to naturally go insane.”

Emma laughed as she shook the bottle to mix the liquid up and handed it to Regina, “thank you,” Regina said as she took the bottle, “did you talk?”

“Yes but she didn’t say a lot,” Emma said as Regina adjusted Grace and started to feed her, “she spoke about Joshua mainly. Tried to blame her craziness on hormones again.”

“There aren’t that many hormones in the town to produce that level of bizarre behaviour,” Regina raised her eyebrow and walked into the living room so she could sit on the sofa while feeding Grace.

Emma followed her into the living room, “well something is going on but she’s adamant to not tell me so I suppose I’ll have to endure the crazy for a while until her hormones die down.”

Regina sat down and adjusted the bottle for Grace, “did you suffer with hormones when you were pregnant with Henry?”

“Yeah,” Emma admitted as she sat in the armchair, “I was a bit confused and forgetful, really bad pregnancy brain for a while. But then it was a bit of a stressful time,” she added with a grin.

“I’m sorry,” Regina said, “I shouldn’t have brought it up..”

“No, it’s fine,” Emma shrugged, “shit happens, sometimes your boyfriend leaves you pregnant and in jail,” she sniggered, “or is that just me?”

“I think that might just be you,” Regina laughed and placed the empty bottle on the coffee table and sat Grace up and softly rubbed her back.

“Never had the best of luck with relationships,” Emma smiled, “although that was a particular low point.”

“Mmm,” Regina hummed in agreement, “I can’t say I’ve done much better, although I suppose I ended up in a prison of sorts.”

“You can’t compare a palace to a prison,” Emma laughed.

“True, but it’s all a matter of perspective,” Regina said with mock seriousness, “while the food was most certainly better at the prison, I had to deal with your mother incessantly speaking to those damn birds of hers.”

Regina stood up with Grace and placed the girl in her travel chair and raised the arm so some toys hung down for her to play with. As she stood back up she gingerly moved her head from side to side and winced before sitting back on the sofa, “come to think of it my mother never allowed me to eat much of the food anyway, maybe I would have preferred prison.”

Emma stood up and walked behind the sofa and Regina strained around to see what she was doing, “sit back,” Emma instructed.

“Why?” Regina questioned.

“Because your neck is hurting and I’m going to massage it for you,” Emma said plainly, “now sit back.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Regina told her while still looking at the blonde.

“I know,” Emma sighed, “but I want to, stop being difficult.”

Regina turned to face forward and sat back in the chair, “but I excel at being difficult,” she quipped.

Emma placed her hands on top of the thin red sweater that Regina had opted for and started to massage the brunette’s shoulders by her neck, “how’s that?”

“Heavenly,” Regina moaned.

“Your muscles are so tight, why didn’t you say something?” Emma frowned.

“It’s not in my nature to complain,” Regina admitted.

“No,” Emma said as she worked through the tense muscles while being careful not to apply too much pressure, “but maybe that’s why you build up so much anger that you end up throwing fireballs. Literally.”

“I’m not used to people caring about my complaints,” Regina said before letting out a groan and leaning her head forward in pleasure at the new blood being able to flow through her muscles.