"So....lunch at Granny's tomorrow?" Regina hears Emma clarify over the phone with a slight plea in her voice.

"Miss Swan, one could think that you're avoiding something. That would be our third lunch this week. Is something wrong, dear?" Regina moves the office phone to her opposite shoulder and clamps it there with her cheek as she leafs through a stack of papers.

"Oh, come on. I'm totally Emma to you now. Don't even pretend." Regina can practically hear the eye roll in Emma's voice.

"Answer the question, Miss Swan."

Emma huffs. "I dunno, I guess is it stupid to think that it gets lonely around here with the kid gone?"

No. No, it's not stupid at all, Regina wants to say. She is far beyond lonely without her son, her Henry, that's gone at college. Regina sighs. "No, I suppose it's not stupid. I..." She pauses, hesitant to admit to her weakness, even after all this time. She shakes her head, dark hair scraping the back of her neck, reminding her of the haircut she'd gotten recently. "I feel likewise."

"So....?" Even without Emma in the room, Regina can tell she's smirking and that the blonde knows she's already won.

"12:30 sharp. Do not be late," Regina says with a business-like, annoyed tone that both of them know is now just for show.

"Wouldn't dream of it," Emma says with a smile in her voice. "How could I miss another lunch with the mayor? Think of the publicity it'll give me!"

Regina rolls her eyes. Everyone in Storybrooke is aware that Emma and she have developed a sort of friendship, at least a level of mutual civilness that allows lunch dates. Everyone is so used to seeing them eat out together, no one will bat an eye at 12:30 tomorrow. "Goodbye, Miss Swan," she sighs.

"See you then!" Emma replies happily, then hangs up.

Regina doesn't realize she's still smiling until she passes a mirror on her way out of the office. Her hair is now above her shoulders, around the same length it was when Emma first came to town. Her lips are painted red and she's wearing a crisp white shirt with a black blazer over it even though it's June. She quickly wipes the smile off of her face.

Now in her very, very empty mansion, she wanders to the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. She sips it very slowly, staring into space, and it's now far too cool in her mug resting in her hands as she watches the sun set outside. She goes to take another sip and cringes when she realizes the state of the temperature. She sets it on the island counter and closes her eyes. They snap open when she swears she hears sneaker covered feet running upstairs. She's halfway through saying, "Don't run in the house, young man,"  before she realizes Henry isn't here, and it was probably just the house settling. Suddenly she feels a prickling behind her eyes that recently she's become accustomed to. The house around her suddenly feels much too large and much, much too empty. As much as she hated it when Henry played video games, she would give anything to hear the violent noises and Henry's cheers a few rooms away. She pours the rest of the coffee down the drain and goes upstairs to bed early without dinner. She gets dressed into her night attire and is laying in bed in the dark, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. The annoying urge to cry has still not left her and she finds herself recalling random memories of moments with her son. Henry, lifting his little arm to hold hands with her while crossing the street, Henry, giving her way too many rocks on the beach, telling her to keep them all, that they're all special, Henry, needing help with poking the straw into his juicebox...
Suddenly, she feels wetness on her cheeks and realizes she let some of the tears fall. Without really thinking about what she's doing, she is leaving her room and going into Henry's almost completely bare room, save for his bed, empty dresser, and desk. She takes a deep breath through her nose, and although it's faint, the unmistakable scent of him is there. She picks up his blue pillowcase-covered pillow and hugs it to her chest, wetting it with tears and sniffing it, because it smells the strongest of Henry. She finds herself taking it back into her room with her.  She curls back into bed between the silk sheets and falls asleep holding it close to her.

She wakes with a start at a sound downstairs, one she knows she isn't imagining this time. Cautiously, she moves out of bed, and pulls on a dark grey robe. With bare feet, she pads down the hall and moves down the stairs. Heart pounding in her ears, she approaches the kitchen.  She hears another bump and freezes. Someone is in her house. Briefly, she remembers she has magic, and conjures a fireball, and moves quickly into the kitchen. Her arm is back, ready to throw the weapon, when she realizes who the "intruder" is.

Henry's vivid green eyes go big and stops mid-chew of his sandwich. He forces his swallow, pounds twice at his chest. "Jesus, mom!" He says, hand spread dramatically over his heart.

She extinguishes the fireball and squeezes her fist until the hotness goes away. "I'm sorry, Sweetheart," she says softly, walking closer to him. "You...startled me."

His eyes soften and shoulders relax. He pushes his empty plate onto the counter. "I'm sorry, Mom," he says in his deep voice that she's still not used to. "I really didn't want to wake you. I wasn't expecting to get back so late."

"You didn't tell me you were coming! I haven't prepared your room or-"

He cuts her off by pulling his arms open. "I wanted to surprise you." He chuckles. "And it looks like I succeeded."

Regina smiles, and almost runs into those inviting, warm arms. When their bodies touch his arms relax and wrap completely around her. Her face is pressed into his chest, her nose filling with his scent and cologne. He's so big now that he practically suffocates her when they hug, but she doesn't mind, except when she remembers distinctly that the last time they hugged, the top of her head was just underneath his chin. She steps back and frowns.

"You're taller." She states, and it almost sounds a bit angry.

He grins sheepishly and shrugs, his arms folding so he can stuff his hands into his back pockets, the movement reminding her almost disturbingly of Emma. "Yeah, I guess I am. Or you got a lot shorter," he jokes, and raises his forearm lazily to put it on the top of her head to punctuate his point. She glares and moves away.

He laughs, the sound reverberating warmly through the kitchen. The sound reminds her a little of the way David laughs and now she is decidedly disturbed. As he throws back his head, she can she the sharp, angular outline of his jawline, and has to try to shrug off the disappointment that it isn't still covered in an inch or two of baby fat, like the rest of his body used to be. But now every inch of him is sharp and angular, and his arms are even muscular. His jaw is shadowed, the hairs aren't quite stubble but they're there. She feels a heaviness in her chest and looks away.

His hand moves towards her and his fingers cup her chin, gently moving her head back to face him. "Are you okay?" He asks, worry furrowing his brow.

She sniffs and manages to fix a smile on her face to look up at him with. "I'm quite alright, dear." She hopes she sounds reassuring.

He shakes his head slightly. "No, there's something," he insists.

She cracks a real smile, he had always been infuriatingly perceptive. "You're just so....." She searches for the right word to use but can only think of the one she was originally going to say. "Big." She finishes lamely.

He gives her a sad smile and almost pitying look and pulls her into his arms again. "I'm sorry," he mutters into her hair.

"No, don't apologize," she says quickly. "It's....bittersweet." She can feel him let out a breath and hug her tighter. Her stomach suddenly growls, ending the moment for both of them. Henry lets out a laugh and she blushes a bit, remembering she skipped dinner.

"Mom, sit down. You need to eat something," he says in his no-nonsense tone that he definitely picked up from her. He pulls out a chair at the island and helps her into it. He then pulls open the fridge and looks inside. "Here, how about this?" He takes out a cling plastic-covered plate filled with green beans, a baked potato, and a couple slices of beef.

"That'll do," she smiles up at him and from her seat, he looks even taller. He lifts a corner of the plastic and slides the plate into the microwave. He moves around the kitchen, setting up everything how she would want it while she watches with pride. The microwave beeps and Henry slides the plate in front of her and sits down next to her. As she eats he tells her story after story about college experiences, projects, professors, and talks about future professions. She enjoys it all immensely, but finds herself longing for the days when his childish voice would babble about coloring sheets and new Lego sets he just HAD to have. After her plate is finished, rinsed, and in the dishwasher, Regina breaks the comfortable silence.

"Is there anything you want or that I can get for you, dear?" She asks, a genuine smile on her face that she can't seem to wipe off.

He leans back in his chair and Regina is not at all prepared for the answer she's about to receive. "I wouldn't mind a drink," he says casually.

Regina feels like she just received a blow in the stomach. She never even considered Henry would ever want something alcoholic. It takes her a minute to catch her breath again, but he doesn't notice because his hands are folded behind his head and his eyes are closed.

"Wh-what would you like?" Her voice is strained, and she's stumbling over her words. She moves her hands under the island counter so he can't see them shaking.

He opens an eye, obviously picking up her tone. She plasters a fake grin on her face. He's not buying it, but he closes his eyes again. "Beer's fine." He says in an off-hand way, and even shrugs.

She picks herself off the stool and barely stops herself from physically stumbling to the fridge. She pulls one of Emma's coveted beers from the door and her hand nearly slips on the cold bottle before she sets it gently in front of her son. She stays silent as she sits back down.

He picks up the bottle and flicks the cap off with his thumb with practiced ease. She watches as he lifts it to his lips and takes a long swig. His throat moves rhythmically and he swallows it as though it were water. She bites her lip as she watches him. He lifts his eyes to her, gives her a small smile and takes another gulp, this one just as easy as the first. A few minutes pass and he has about one more sip in the bottle, when his eyes flick to her. His brow furrows and he lifts himself off of his own stool and stands next to her, beer neglected on the counter.

"What's the matter?" He asks in a soothing tone, lifting her chin to look up at him, and she doesn't realize she'd been crying until he gently wipes her tears away with his thumbs. This, of course makes her cry harder. He softly clicks his tongue and moves his stool to right next to hers, sits down, and hugs her close to him. She folds into his embrace until the strong smell of beer on his breath makes her snap out of her stupor. She sits up quickly, almost pushes him away from her. She can see the hurt clouding his eyes, but she's too upset herself to care.

"Have you been drinking? At college?" She demands, her tone clipped. She crosses her arms and waits for him to answer as realization dawns on his face. "Tell me the truth."

He sighs, runs a hand down his mouth. "Okay."

"Tell me the truth!" She's shaking a bit now, another batch of tears clouding her vision, but she doesn't give them the satisfaction of falling.

"Yes. Not a lot, I swear," he says earnestly, leaning forward, puts a hand on her shoulder. As much as she wants to, she can't make herself shove him off.

"It looked like you were used to drinking that as your only source of liquid." She knows being ridiculous now, but she feels justified.

"Mom." He gives her the You're Being Ridiculous Look that he's perfected over the years. "I wouldn't have asked you for a beer if I couldn't drink one without gagging."

She relaxes her tense muscles and shifts her eyes down. "Okay. Just don't...." She trails off, not having the courage to say what she means.

Once again, he lifts her chin tenderly. "Okay." He says softly. "I won't." Their foreheads rest against each other's and she allows him to dry her tears.

"It's getting late," he says after a few minutes. "You should be getting to bed. I'm sorry I woke you," he apologizes. She playfully glares at him.

"I am the parent, not you. You're not allowed to tell me to go to bed, that's my job."

"You sound like Ma," he wrinkles up his face, and for a moment he finally looks young again. She pinches his nose and he smiles, lips stretched thin.

"Nonsense. Miss Swan is far too illiterate for me to imitate," she says haughtily. He raises his eyebrows at her, unamused at her attempt to sound annoyed.

"Okay, whatever you say. Now go to bed before I carry you up there." He orders, finishing off his beer and dropping it in the trash. "Come on. I'll walk you up," he offers, as she gets off the stool.

He drapes an arm around her shoulder and and together they walk up to bed.

--

The next morning, she wakes to the smell of coffee. She smiles and stretches, and for a moment everything is perfect. Her son is downstairs making coffee, she was able to sleep in a bit, and lunch is scheduled with Emma in the afternoon. She stops mid-stretch. She isn't sure why her mind added her lunch date with Emma to the list, but shrugs it off. Friends, or acquaintances, are always looking forward to seeing the other. She wraps her robe around her, slips into her slippers, and goes downstairs, a smile already on her face.

"Good morning," Henry says, voice still a bit gravelly. He hands her a mug of coffee in the mug he decorated back in first grade. It's a miracle that it's still intact, but magic might have helped its case. She smiles, eyes crinkled at the corners, and takes a sip. It's sweetened to perfection, and briefly she wonders when Henry ever had the opportunity to know exactly how she likes her coffee to make it for her. He tips his own mug towards her before ducking down into his cup and drinking it quickly, not even flinching as the hot, bitter liquid burns down his throat. Regina doesn't know how he is able to drink the stuff black, but he seems unbothered. She glances at the clock, and starts when she sees it reads 11:00 am. Even for a Saturday, she's slept late. With another start, she remembers her lunch date Emma in an hour in a half and she's not even dressed. Her eyes widen, and she drains her own coffee before it has a chance to cool.

"Got somewhere to be?" Henry drawls from behind her when she's a few steps from exiting the kitchen.

"I'm to meet someone at 12:30. If I don't hurry and get ready, I'll be late." She says, nearly tapping her foot, glances at the clock again. She'd wanted to do her hair.

He lets out a low whistle. "Ooh, got a hot date!" He smirks. "Details?"

Regina scoffs and rolls her eyes at the idea of Emma, of all people being her 'hot date.' "Oh, no, not that Henry," she laughs, ignoring the warmth spreading across her cheeks. "I'm just having lunch with Emma."

He gives her a look she doesn't understand. It looks like he knows something she doesn't and it's making her uneasy. She can't remember the last time Henry acted like he knew something that she wasn't in on. "What?"

He gives her a grin. "Nothing. You know, I might go around town and catch up with some people. You go ahead to your lunch," he says in a tone that sounds like he's trying hard not to let something away.

"Well-you're free to join us, Henry," she says sincerely. "I'm sure Emma would like to see you."

"I might pop in later. Tell her I say hi though, if I don't get around to it." He raises his eyebrows and finishes his mug, and takes her empty one from her hands to wash them in the sink.

"Alright then," she says, and leaves the kitchen. As she leaves she hears Henry let out a loud laugh. She doesn't have time to question him though, if she wants to get there in time, she should hurry.

--

The one time Emma is a few minutes early, Regina isn't here yet. Emma glances at the clock that reads 12:28. Regina has two minutes to be on time and for Emma not to kick her butt. Emma bites down on her lip hard to stop herself from grinning when she thinks what would actually happen if she were to actually physically kick Regina's ass. A blush warms her face, and Emma wipes at a scuff on the floor with the toe of her boot, unsure why she's blushing. She doesn't have time to think about it though, because Regina's entering the diner. She looks like she spent a long time getting ready. Her hair is curled elegantly around her head, and her makeup looks especially nice today. Emma grins at her from the counter at Granny's.

"Right in the nick of time, Your Majesty," she quips. "You were almost late, and I was early. Would the balance of the universe be tipped off?"

Regina rolls her eyes. "Table for two," she calls to Ruby, who nods happily and whisks about the diner. "I'm...surprised by your punctuality, Miss Swan. Also, it is highly unfitting to call me that. I am no longer a queen."

"Right, Madam Mayor," Emma says, biting hard on the inside of her cheek, chewing, trying and failing not to smile. "I thought I was justified because you call me 'Miss Swan' every chance you get. 'The royal we are surprised by thy punctuality, Miss Swan,'" she says in a terrible imitation of Regina's voice.

Regina crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Practice that before you use it for the talent show," she says sarcastically. Together, they walk to and sit down at their table.

They sit and talk easily about different topics, ranging from how Mary Margaret is endearingly unbearable to Emma's terrible experience with her baby sister's explosive poop. The food comes and Emma scarfs down her greasy burger.

"God, I'm starved," she moans, taking another bite. "So, d'ya hear anything from the kid?" She asks, chewing noisily on a fry.

"Actually, he came home last night in the middle of the night." Regina says slowly.

Emma's eyes bug. "Really!" She exclaims. "Wow, that's great he's home! When can I see him?"

"Hopefully when he joins us here. He said he wanted to go around town first. Anyway, I wanted to speak with you about something concerning Henry." Regina says, looking troubled.

Emma leans forward in her seat, brow furrowed, an unspoken sign for Regina to go on.

"I think....I don't know. Last night he asked me for a beer." Regina searches Emma's face for a reaction, but doesn't get one so she continues. "It was like sliding down his throat like water. He finished the bottle in a few minutes."

Emma's concerned now, because Regina's so agitated, she actually used the word "like." Emma takes a sip of her drink. "The kid's probably used to it by now. You're aware how many parties there are at college, right?"

"Of course I am!" Regina snaps, then softens. "I just didn't think...Henry..."

Emma reaches across the table for Regina's hand. Neither of them thinks anything of the gesture, they've known each other for too long to have something like this be too strange. "Regina, it's okay. He hasn't gone overboard. You've seen his report card, right? I have. Straight A's. You raised him perfectly." She says it all with complete sincerity and certainty.

"You helped," Regina says softly.

"Not the first ten years, I didn't," Emma reminds her, like she needs one. "Those are the hardest. Regina, he's a great kid. He knows what's good for him."

Regina gives her an easy smile and squeezes Emma's hand. The moment is interrupted when the bell dings on the door signaling someone entering the diner. Both women look up to see Henry walking over to their table. Emma's face lights up with a grin and she leaps up from the table to meet him. Henry's arms open wide as he easily crosses the distance between them in a step or two.

"Hi kid!!" Emma gushes and pulls him in a for a hug. Henry smiles fondly at her and bends down to hug her back, arms wrapping around her athletic body. Emma looks him up and down after they break apart fairly quickly. Emma has never been much of a hugger. "Wow, Kid, you grew. Don't you think you're done yet?"

Henry shrugs, his endearing lopsided grin still on his face. "I dunno. It's annoying for me, though, I'm the one that has to buy all the new pants."

Emma scoffs. "Oh please! Regina here probably sends you a million dollars every week."

Henry scoffs back. "She does not!"

Regina sits back, contently watching them argue. She had always loved the way the interacted, even if while they did Henry didn't use the language Regina would like him to.

Then, Emma pouts. "I wanna give you your noogie!" Henry gives a quick laugh out his nose and bends down so that Emma can reach up to give him a whole hearted fisted rub in his hair.

Emma lets out a loud, ugly victorious laugh. "Ha! In front of the whole diner! I have you wrapped around my finger, Kid!!" Henry rolls his eyes in response.

"Sure, okay. That's a kind response to me being nice enough to embarrass myself for you."

"Don't even pretend like you don't love my noogies." Emma crossed her arms and looks up at their son with a cocky expression.

"Actually, they kind of hurt," Henry admits, rubbing the sore spot on his head.

"Pussy."

"Ma!"

"Emma!" Both Henry and Regina's reprimands come at the same time. Emma shrugs, stuffing her hands into her back pockets, the easy movement the same as Henry's last night.

"What? It's true. If the kid can't take one of my noogies, he can't take a lot of things."

Regina watches Henry roll his eyes in the most dramatic way possible. He opens his mouth, leans back, whites of his eyes showing as he groans. "That's enough now," Regina says in a motherly but firm tone. For her, Henry was still a child. Both Emma and Henry shut their mouths and look at her with a wide eyed expression, and Regina can't help but laugh. The whole diner is watching them now, and for once Regina doesn't care.

Henry clears his throat a couple times, grabs a chair from a nearby table, and plops down at their table. "Sorry for crashing the date, but I'm hungry and I wanted to talk to you guys about something." Before either women can gape at him and sputter about how, "this is not a date, Henry!" he motions to Ruby and orders himself lasagna and coffee. Regina pushes down the bubbling urge to ask him what he meant by "date" and settles on the more pressing matter at hand.

"What would you like to speak with us about, Henry?" She asks sincerely, folding her hands and giving her son her full attention while Emma grunts to prod him on while still eating.

Henry blows out, clears his throat enough times and stalls for long enough to make Emma look up from her food. "Well, spit it out, Kid," she says impatiently. Regina shoots her a stern look and turns back to Henry.

"So..I have a summer break. Which is why I came home last night. As in, vacation.." He trails off, smiling with his palms lifted and shoulders up in a shrugging expression.

"Henry-that's wonderful!" Regina says. She can't think of anything better than having Henry home for an extended amount of time for once. She's smiling so hard her cheeks hurt, and Emma gives him a thumbs up in agreement from behind her coffee cup.

"So-" he begins sheepishly.

"I knew there was gonna be a 'so' and a 'but' to this," Emma says playfully, pushing his shoulder.

"So I was hoping that we could go to New York on vacation..you know where we used to live? Ma and I?"

Regina feels as if her heart is being squeezed into torture, but tries her hardest to mask the pain his request brings her. Of course he would want a vacation with Emma to someplace special like that. Of course they had amazing memories and locations in New York they would love to revisit together. All Regina has to offer Henry is Storybrooke, the town that they have to share with everyone else. There is nothing at all special about what Regina has to offer him. She tries to smile at Henry, but fails. "I'm...I'm sure Miss Swan would love to arrange a vacation for the two of you." She says, wiping at her face with a napkin to hide her pained expression. Henry springs to life, realizing what his request sounded like.

"Mom, no, I meant-meant for the three of us to go." He says quickly, and puts her hand over her shoulder comfortingly. His heart breaks a little when he says how surprised and how hopeful she looks, then immediately covers it up with her usual stoic expression.

"Henry, that sounds like an awesome idea!" Emma gushes from across the table.

"I....Henry-" Regina sputters, heart beating fast.

"No-you don't have to. It was just an idea. Just to show you around there, you'd love the sights, you never got the chance to see where we lived-I'm sorry, I just thought-" he stumbles, trying to fix the peaceful, easy family moment that he ruined.

"Henry, I would love to go with you." Regina says, and means it. She doesn't know why she's so surprised that he's that thoughtful. He has always been this way, and Regina isn't sure why she feels as though she might cry. She looks at her son who looks immensely relieved, the rocky moment settled just as Ruby places a plate of steaming food in front of Henry.

"Welcome back, Henry," Ruby says with a smile in her voice. Henry smiles back and takes a bite, moaning into his lasagna. Regina stifles a laugh at the sudden memory of thirteen year old Henry's crush on Ruby. Emma grins at Regina, evidently thinking the same thing. Regina barely has time to wonder when she and her ex enemy started having the same thoughts before Henry begins talking excitedly about their now scheduled vacation. She pulls her attention away from her and Emma's relationship and onto her son. Henry always comes first.

--

"Henry!" Regina calls through the mansion which is now thankfully has two other occupants: Henry and Emma. After their lunch at Granny's, the three of them went home with Regina to plan and figure things out. The two weren't invited, but they didn't need to be, and although Regina would never admit it, she hates being alone, and relishes the sound of Henry's heavy footsteps coming down the stairs to meet her. In a few moments, he's before her wearing black tight fitting Adidas sweats and a white ribbed tank top, that subtly displays muscles to her. She wonders when he started working out, but shakes the thought and instead stares up at his face.

"What about a job?" She demands. "This break of yours is a perfect opportunity to get a summer job." Deep down, she does want the New York vacation but whenever she thinks about Emma being Henry's only mother, if only for a year, and all their separate memories apart from bed, away from her, not even remembering her, she gets an aching feeling in her stomach.

His face falls at the mention of a job. Then he smiles. "I was starting to get concerned that you hadn't mentioned that yet. But the truth is, I've been working all during the school year too. I was working early and sometimes night shifts. I just want a short vacation." He says this in such an off-hand way, she nearly misses what he said.

"Early shifts? Night shifts? While you were in college?" Her mind feels fuzzy. "You were..you were doing all that? I-I was sending you money, I-" she can't believe her Henry had been taking on that much work. She wonders how much sleep he had gotten, and finds she doesn't want to know. She thinks of phone calls she's gotten when his voice had been even deeper than normal, and drawling in a sleep-deprived sort of way. She thinks of him surviving on coffee and twenty minute naps between classes. She thinks she feels her heart break just a little.

"Mom, really, it's not a big deal. It's just.." He stops, looks up and rubs at the back of neck, as if searching for words on the ceiling. "I know that you want me to be comfortable and I love the lengths you go to, but I can't always depend on you, your money..I didn't want all my meals and everything to be paid for from you from the envelope in the mail. I-don't take it the wrong way. I'm sorry," he stumbles through his explanation, and worriedly looks down to check Regina's expression. Her eyes are glazed and his heart drops. "Mom," he says, urgently, desperately.

"Henry.." She doesn't know what to say. Suddenly, her eyes connect with Emma who unbeknownst to mother and son had been leaning against the door of the study the whole time.

"Wow, Kid, that's surprisingly mature," Emma supplies, and gives Regina a small smile. Henry starts and turns around.

"Oh." He says, and looks uncomfortable. "Thanks."

Emma suddenly feels like she's butted into a private family moment and feels her cheeks heat. "Sorry. I'll just-" she points to the hallway behind her. "Step out."

"Don't worry." Regina finds herself saying. Henry ducks his head, and smiles.

"Great, okay, since this settled, can I go? Also, Mom, are you working on packing?" He raises his eyebrows. "I can tell you're stalling."

She gasps. "I'm not-" then she stops. "Aren't I supposed to be the one telling you to pack?" Emma finds herself flat-out laughing at Regina's cute puzzled expression. It's like she can't comprehend their temporarily reversed roles, but at the same time, Emma is also surprised how mature and independent Henry has gotten since last year. Regina gives her a glare, but her heart isn't in it, which just makes Emma laugh harder.

"Oh and mom?" Regina looks up. "Bring shoes you can, you know, walk in. We're going to be sight-seeing. You're going to be miserable in your ridiculous spiked heels." Henry face is twisted in a horribly masked smile.

"Henry! I can walk perfectly fine in my-" Regina sputters out, but Henry has already walked out of the room.

Emma lets out a loud guffaw. "When the HELL did Henry become a mom?!" Regina tries to glare at her, but at Emma's expression and the absurdity of the statement makes her unable to keep it. Within seconds, Regina is laughing just as hard and loudly as the blonde.

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AN: And that's a wrap! Sorry the first chapter was so long...I'm pretty sure they all won't be this long. But congrats, you made it to the end! Leave a comment if you enjoyed or have a question or suggestion:)