Thanks for the prompt :)
Emma keeps her eyes on the road as she drives up to New York. It’s a long drive but she doesn’t mind, it’s keeping her mind off of the stress of Storybrooke.
A soft whimper startles the silence in the car and she looks over to see Regina fast asleep. Emma smiles. The brunette looks so cute in her sleep until her face furrows, anguish painting her expression.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers and Emma frowns.
Sorry for what?
“I’ll be good,” Regina pleads as panic radiates off of her features. Emma’s frown deepens and she pulls the car over as soon as she can. “Regina,” she whispers trying to wake her. She places her hand on Regina’s shoulder gasping as she’s hit by an image of Cora cowering over a young Regina.
Emma withdraws her hand. How did I see that? she wonders before gently shaking Regina, “Come on Regina, wake up.” Just more whimpers. She chews her lip before unbuckling her seatbelt and reaching over to pull Regina into her lap for a hug.
At first Regina thrashes confused and disorientated by the sudden movement before she stills in Emma’s arms. She’s shaking and Emma rubs her hands in soothing circles up and down Regina’s arms.
“You’re okay,” Emma promises, “You’re okay, just wake up. Come back to me Regina.”
“Emma what’s going on?”
Emma looks down to see Regina staring sleepily up at her. “You were having a nightmare.”
“Oh,” Regina replies, “Sorry if I disturbed you,” she adds looking into her lap before frowning in confusion, “Why am I sitting in your lap?”
Emma blushes sheepishly, “Um…well you were whimpering and scared and I couldn’t get you to wake up so I decided to try comforting you instead.”
Regina smiles at the thought dropping her head onto Emma’s chest wearily, “It worked,” she says quietly, “You stopped the car for me?”
Emma nods, “I was worried. I love you and I don’t like seeing you scared,I wanted to help.” She doesn’t even hear the admission until Regina looks up at her with wide hopeful eyes,
“You love me?”
She blushes, “What?”
“You said you love me.”
Emma sighs, “I meant to tell you at a better time.”
“Why does there have to be a best time?” Regina asks, “Who says there’s one right moment or one right place in time to say it. all that matters is that you mean it.”
“Good because I love you too.”