Here it is, the last chapter… sorry it's a bit shorter than the others, but there just wasn't any story left to tell. I debated putting a sex scene in this one, but I didn't want to end my story with that, and plus I felt like it would off-set the flow of the rest of the story, so you're all going to have to use your imaginations ;)
I just want to say thank you to everyone who followed this story til the end, and for all the faves/reviews, they mean the world to me! I will miss teenage Regina and Emma… perhaps I will have to find a way to write them again ;) One day….
So, without further ado, the twentieth, and final chapter of Wayward Daughters:
Emma shifted nervously in her seat on the sofa next to Regina, as they waited for Henry to return home. They were in Regina's living room, and Henry was due back any minute now. Emma could feel herself growing more and more anxious with every passing moment, while Regina seemed to be remarkably calm.
"Stop fidgeting," Regina said, putting her hand on Emma's thigh to stop the nervous tapping of her foot, "he already caught us, so this isn't going to come as that much of a shock to him. I don't know what you are so nervous about."
"We were sixteen when he caught us. He was cool with it then, but what if it's weird for him now?"
"Well, if that's the case, then he's just going to have to get over it, isn't he?"
Emma blinked at Regina in surprise. She hadn't expected her to say that. She had fully expected that if Henry was against it, Regina would change her mind and kick Emma to the curb.
"What?" Regina asked, raising an eyebrow as she noticed Emma's dumbfounded expression. "He's not a child anymore. He's old enough to understand that we are adults and we deserve happiness, too. And with you, Emma, I see my chance at a happy ending."
Emma smiled. She hadn't considered the idea of being Regina's happy ending, but she liked it. When Hook had told her the same thing, it has only scared her, because it felt like a lot of undue pressure and she wasn't sure that she could live up to his ideal. But with Regina… well, with Regina it was different, and Emma knew exactly why.
"You feel like my happy ending, too."
Regina smiled, knowing just how important and admission like that was from the Savior – the woman who spent all her time trying to ensure everyone else's happy endings, and never giving a second thought to her own.
Regina's thoughts were interrupted by Henry announcing his arrival in the entry way.
"Living room, Henry," Regina called back, before taking Emma's hand and intertwining their fingers. She gave Emma a wink and a small smile as they both stood to greet Henry.
"Mom!" Henry exclaimed, once he saw Emma back to herself. He rushed over and wrapped his arms around her, and Emma was suddenly reminded of her sixteen-year-old fears that Henry wouldn't be as happy to see her back as he was with Regina. She was relieved that wasn't the case as she hugged him back tightly with her free arm.
"Hey, Kid," Emma grinned as she pulled back from the embrace.
It took Henry all of two seconds to notice Emma and Regina's interlocked fingers and raise a questioning eyebrow.
"So," Henry said, tentatively, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, "anything you two want to tell me?"
This time, it was Emma who decided to take the lead, as Regina had done breaking the news to Snow and David. "I'm dating your mom," she blurted out. She had meant to say something more eloquent, but it was too late for that.
Regina rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help but to laugh. "You don't look surprised," she commented, noting Henry's grin.
Henry shrugged. "I mean, dating's better than being at each other's throats, right? And, it's not like this is coming out of the blue or anything. I caught a little head's up at the ice cream parlour, remember?"
"Yes, well, speaking of," Regina started, her tone becoming more serious. "We need to have a conversation about Grace."
"Right Kid," Emma agreed. "You're fourteen and that's way too young for you and Grace to be sneaking around behind your parents' backs."
"Oh, is it? How old is old enough to sneak around, then? Sixteen?" Henry asked, looking at Emma. He had meant it as a joke, but the look on Emma's face told both he and Regina that Emma had taken it as anything but.
"Henry," Regina said, squeezing Emma's hand reassuringly. "That's unfair. Emma-"
Emma put her hand up to stop Regina. "It's okay," she insisted, "I got this. Henry, I know it seemed like I had a lot of fun when I was a teenager, but the honest truth is, my life sucked. I didn't have the life you have, and I know you know that. What I don't think you realize, though, is that all that stuff I did – sneaking out and getting in trouble – it was all for attention. I just wanted someone to notice me, and maybe I wouldn't feel so invisible. Needless to say, it didn't work. Like was rough for me, Kid, and I did a lot of things I'm not proud of. Of all the things I regret, though, I don't want to add you following in my footsteps to the list."
"Mom, I'm sorry."
"It's okay, Kid. If you want to date Grace, we can't stop you, and I, for one, wouldn't want to anyway. She's a great kid, but you two are kids. You don't need to grow up so fast. Just remember that."
"Okay," Henry promised.
"Sorry I kind of hijacked the whole conversation with Henry back there," Emma said, later that evening. Dinner was done and Henry was doing his homework and Emma and Regina were finally alone in Regina's room again, sitting on the bed. "I know the whole giving-parental-advise thing isn't exactly my strong point."
Regina smiled. "I think you did wonderfully."
"If you say so," Emma sighed.
"Hey," Regina said, cupping Emma's cheeks in her hands and turning her face so she could look in her eyes, "Remember your offer from earlier? About me talking about my mother? I want you to know, the same goes for you, dear. If you want to talk about anything from your life, and your childhood, you can talk to me."
Emma smiled and leaned forward to press her lips into Regina's for a long, deep kiss. "There will be time for all that," Emma said, once she broke away. "Later. But tonight, your Majesty, I believed you promised to corrupt me."
"That I did," Regina agreed, with a grin, "and I believe you agreed to be corrupted."