Thanks for the prompt :)
Emma huffs as she throws down her icing pen with a pout. She crosses her arms tight against her chest as she watches Regina ice her gingerbread house with a well-practised ease. Even Henry’s is freaking perfect.
Emma just can’t get the hang of it and as silly as it might sound it’s driving her nuts. She didn’t grow up with anyone teaching her how to ice or baking gingerbread houses. She’s glad Henry did but she can’t help but feel jealous of the way Regina moves elegantly around her house icing roof tiles and little windows.
She makes it look so damn easy.
It’s as Regina ices on a flower box that she looks up and sees Emma’s pout. Her brows knit in worry as she sees the self-loathing and irritated look on her girlfriend’s face. She shoots a quick glance across the table to make sure Henry is happily occupied with his own house. Luckily their son is too engrossed in icing dragons to notice Regina slip off of her stool and walk over to Emma.
Regina slips her arms around Emma’s waist and rests her head atop her shoulder in a makeshift hug, “What’s wrong?” she asks.
Emma sighs, “I’m being stupid.”
“How you feel is never stupid,” Regina reminds her, “Not to me.”
Emma sighs again, “Your house is perfect,” she says pointing to Regina’s, “And I, well I just can’t do it,” she huffs in frustration.
Regina nods in understanding before taking Emma’s hand and picking up the icing pen, “It doesn’t matter if it’s perfect Emma and no matter what kind it is the best house is one we make together so why don’t I help you??”
Emma smiles at the offer, “I can be a really stubborn student.”
“I’ll be a patient teacher,” Regina replies, “Just remember that it doesn’t need to be perfect, it just needs to be yours.”
Emma grins up at her looking into Regina’s eyes as she answers, “You, you are my home.”