This was done for day 1 of the Summer Swan Queen Week 2014 - Awkward Situation.
"Good morning Hen- OH MY GOD!" Emma screeched, clutching her hands across her face, "MY EYES, MY POOR EYES!" She back pedalled, bumping into a solid body in the hallway.
"Emma what's the matter, dear?" Perfect eyebrows arched questioningly as the blonde turned.
A finger whipped out accusingly, "Your son! Your man boy male son has..." Emma's voice caught as she choked over the phase, "morning wood!" She finished dramatically with an whisper, eyes wide open as though this was the most horrific thing she could possibly ever encounter.
Whiskey hued eyes held green for a beat before rolling in an impressive display of 'oh for goodness sake'. "He is a boy, its what happens... apparently," Regina added after a pause. "I have read about it," she nodded sagely.
"But he has it right now! And just as I walked out and he was going to his bathroom. And now the image is seared forever on my brain and that is not something I am able to deal with. He's just a kid." Emma paced their bedroom, arms flailing and ranting about how this was a dreadful situation.
"Sit," Regina commanded whilst pushing the blondes shoulder firmly towards their bed, "You calm your uptight self down and I shall go make sure you haven't caused our son to die from embarrassment."
Emma snorted at the uptight comment before inhaling sharply, "Good god does this mean we have to have The Talk with him?"
Regina shook her head before leaving her wife and going out to the hallway, "Henry?" she called gently, knocking on his bathroom door where he had scuttled hastily, "You ok in there? You mother is having a coronary."
"Uh, yeah Mom, i'm fine, just you know, dying from the horror" Henry's low tone filtered through the door.
"Do you want to talk about it? I've read up on normal bodily activities of a growing boy if you have any questions," Regina asked, brows crinkling.
"God, no! Mom! Gross... just... leave me alone I'll see you downstairs."
She considered pushing the issue but left it at that. If there were any issues, Henry would talk to one of them... Or David or one of the many men he had in his life. She nodded to herself before turning back to where Emma was probably still reeling. She smirked as she heard Henry yell, "Make sure Emma isn't having a panic attack."
Emma and Regina were having a silent discussion in the kitchen. Green eyes dared brown to make fun of her any more than she had, dark eyebrows arched in defiance whilst red lips twisted in amusement. Regina kept her mug pressed against her lips in an attempt to stop smirking but it was a very hard job.
"So not ready to have a kid who is growing up," Emma ventured morosely, sighing.
Regina placed her mug on the table delicately, "Neither am I but..." she paused searching for the correct term, "Freaking out..." Emma cringed, "Will not help the situation."
"I suppose Regina. I may have overreacted," Emma's confession was met with a snort of derision from the brunette. "Oh shut up woman," The blonde growled before smiling at the other woman to show she wasn't really annoyed.
They both straightened up unconsciously as Henry padded into the room in socks, clad in his school uniform. He grabbed a bowl and the cereal packet Regina had gotten out for him and brought them over the the table before settling down, studiously ignoring his mothers.
Silence settled over the trio, punctuated only by the scrape of Henry's spoon in his bowl. Emma kept flicking her eyes between her son and her wife, making slight head motions as though to indicate Regina should say something. Regina steadfastly refused to talk, the smirk creeping back at Emma's discomfort. Henry sighed after a while.
"Sooo, this is awkward," he muttered whilst Regina burst into laughter at her family.