"Well... It could be worse." Emma's thoughts slipped through her mouth by accident. The last few days had been pretty difficult for her – if for her only, it was impossible to know, since the woman before her always had the most enigmatic face. Even if Emma could see through her glances, the brunette had been oddly private lately. And now she was staring at Emma with another one of those looks. It felt almost as if she was looking through her. Emma raised her hand to Regina's cheek and it got her a smile. Regina put her own hand on top of Emma's.

"Hey." Emma's voice was something close to a whisper. "What is it?"

Regina sighed.

"This isn't going to be any good, Emma."

"I know."

But they would do it anyway. Emma couldn't stand that agony anymore. That feeling of her heart pounding whenever someone asked her anything. Or called out her name. It was always there, the sweaty palms along with the hard breath. It had been going on for too long, she'd told Regina that. And as much as they could keep on faking it, as odd as it still sounded on Emma's head, Regina understood. She truly did.

"Are you sure you can do this?" Emma saw herself phrasing her thoughts again, not sure if she should've.

She catch Regina's glance as the brunette nodded.

"Uncertainty doesn't suit you."

Regina laughed at Emma's sentence and reached out for her hand, squeezing it lightly.

The laugh died in a second, but the minutes seemed to go on as their whole life. Regina's deep brown eyes faced the ground. Emma stared at her, feeling her thoughts go somewhere too far away to keep track. The only thing on her mind was that heavy guilt. And the odd thing about it was that the feeling was quite pleasuring.

The sound filled their ears. The knock on the door. The small talk on the other side. Emma felt her palms sweat again. She held Regina's hand tighter and got up from the couch. Regina walked to the door instantly – she clearly wanted to get this over with as soon as she could. Emma pulled her closer and stared at her eyes.

"It's going to be fine."

The smile on Regina's face was the smallest. She knew what was coming, and Emma couldn't guarantee anything on it.

Their lips touched for a second, until they heard another knock on the door. Emma's motion told Regina to stay there as she walked through the room.

"Hi!" Happy faces and excited smiles walked in. Snow had her red dress on. Her dad's hand was holding her son's.

The little boy ran up to her and hugged her tightly.

"Emma!"

"Hey, kid. How was the weekend?"

"Great! Gramps taught me how to ride."

"Really?"

"Yeah!"

Emma's smile was sad. She let go of Henry and looked at her mother.

"What is she doing here?"

Both the sighs were loud. Emma ran to Regina and held her hand again.

"Mom, dad. We need to talk."