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Never Too Late

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This world will never be

What I expected

And if I don't belong

Who would have guessed it

I will not leave alone

Everything that I own

To make you feel like it's not too late

It's never too late

In her sleep, Regina had subconsciously pulled Emma nearly on top of her, both arms wrapped around her. Something about the position kept Regina asleep. Maybe it was the weight of Emma's chest as she breathed. Maybe it was the softness of her skin. Either way, she slept soundly - as did Emma. When she woke, her eyes opened slowly.

"Emma?" she mumbled, shifting her weight and pulling one of her arms away, still holding the

woman against her side but no longer draping an arm over her waist.

"Huh? Yeah. What?"

But as Emma blinked awake, the casualness in her voice dripped away.

"Shit, sorry," the blonde mumbled. "I'm sorry."

"Wait," Regina said, grabbing her arm as she started to pull away. "Don't. It's fine. Really."


"I slept really well," she said. "And you didn't wake up once."

"Oh... Um... I guess I was... Um... Tired..."

"Or comfortable."

They looked at each other, eyes ablaze with caution, until the space between them started to close. Regina was leaning in, and Emma couldn't pull away. Still holding on to the sheriff's arm, the mayor leaned in and kissed her lips softly.

Now and again we try

To just stay alive

Maybe we'll turn it all around

'Cause it's not too late

It's never too late

"We can't do this," Emma whispered without moving away.

"Why can't we?"

"Henry... He..."

Regina kissed her again, a little slower, stopping Emma's words.

"It's not too late for us to fix this."

"How do we fix it, then?"

Emma was distraught, muscles tightened and expression hardened and confused. Regina didn't flinch, feeling a sudden wave of confidence fill her

"I don't know," the mayor said. "I don't care."

Tears in her eyes, Emma wrapped her arms around Regina and embraced her in a tight hug that she didn't release.

"I don't care, either. I just want this to work. I'm tired of being angry and saying terrible things I don't mean."

"You don't mean them?"

"Of course I don't mean them!" Emma snapped, starting to sit up.

Regina pulled her down and held her closer, letting her yell.

"You're not a bad parent, Regina. You've done some awful things, but it doesn't make you a bad person. I just said those things to hurt you."

"As did I."

No one will ever see

This side reflected

And if there's something wrong

Who would have guessed it?

And I have left alone

Everything that I own

To make you feel like

It's not too late

It's never too late

When Emma got home from work that night, Regina opened the door for her and took her jacket, hanging it up on the coat rack.

"How was work?" she asked casually, leading Emma into the kitchen.

"Um... It was fine."

Emma looked around the room as her nose caught the smell of freshly cooked food in the air.

"Did something happen?" Regina asked, looking into her eyes.

"No. I guess I'm just stressed out lately."

"I made dinner. Are you hungry?"

"Actually, I'm starving."

"Good," Regina said with a smile, grabbing plates out of the cabinet and walking around the table, putting each of them in their place.

"Where's Henry?" Emma asked.

"He's upstairs."

As Emma stood still, Regina approached her, took the woman's face in her hands, and kissed her lips.

"I'm glad you're home," she whispered. "I missed you."

The words shocked Emma. How could there have been such a sudden change? She thought back about the last few days, but couldn't find any plausible reason that would have changed Regina's mind.

"I missed you too," Emma whispered back, kissing her lover once more. After a pause, she continued, "You really think we can make this work?"

"If we both really want to. Do you?"

"Of course I do. You're the love of my life, Regina. The only person I care about as much as you is Henry."

"And... And I can say the same," Regina confessed. "No one can fill me like you do. When we kiss, I don't feel empty anymore."

"Don't give up on me, 'Gina. I can be better. I promise I can. Just tell me what I have to do."

"Just love me, Emma. I feel like you don't love me."

"I do!" the sheriff cried, throwing her arms around Regina. "I love you more than you could possibly know. That's why this hurts so much. That's why I'm so angry all the time."

"I think that's why I'm so angry, too."

"I want to make this work."

"Then we will. We'll make it work. I promise."

"How can you promise that? How do you know?"

"Because I'm not going to give up on you."

"And I'll never stop loving you."

"Good," Regina said softly, pulling her lover closer, "because I could never really hate you, and I never want to lose you."