This is a series of minc-fics and one-shots I did for the Swan Queen Week this summer. If you're interested, there are many other wonderful and amazing fanfiction and fanart done by tumblr users and you can find them all at the tumblr url of swanqueenweek.

I hope you'll enjoy this!

P.S. Because I have an unfortunate proclivity for inconsistency, Days 1, 6 and 8 are missing because I only started from Day 2 and had not had the time to write an accompanying fic for Days 6 and 8.

Day 2 - Fake Relationship

Emma wringed her fingers nervously together as she sat at her usual booth in Granny's diner, anxiously glancing up from her hot beverage every time the door to the diner clinked open. She knew she did not have a reason to be nervous – hell, it was not as if she had not participated in such histrionics before.

But this was different.

Emma thought back to a few days ago where Regina Mills, Mayor of this sleepy town and other mother of her son, had approached her with a truce that dragged along an unusual condition. She thought about how it had been reluctantly but firmly proposed; that despite their well-known animosity toward the other around town, it was better to put on pretences for the common good – their son.

Emma broke out of her reverie and immediately snapped her head up when she heard the familiar clicking of heels and the apple scented spice wafted between them as she gave a glance toward the uptight Mayor, before donning a huge grin at Henry as the ten-year-old stealthily slid into the booth opposite her, followed by Regina.

After a quick order to Ruby, the two women sat stiffly facing the other as Henry rattled on before Regina seemingly made a silent decision.

"So Henry," the brunette stated once their beverages had been placed in front of them. "There is a reason why Ms. Swan is here today."

"Okay…?" The boy suspiciously regarded his brunette mother before turning to his blonde one for explanation.

Emma cleared her throat. "Henry, what your mom means is that we have to tell you something."

"Okay," Henry nodded. "What is it?"

"Your mom and I are… together."

Henry raised a brow, looking so much like Regina in that instant Emma could almost laugh if not for the current situation.

"What do you mean?"

The cold stare from Regina did not help and Emma silently cursed the woman for her silence as she tried again.

"What I'm trying to say is that me and your mom are, you know, like together in a sense that-"

"Ms. Swan and I are in a relationship."

The momentum in the diner seemed to freeze as Regina said those words with loud confidence and the nearby customers hushed as they overheard the words. From her peripheral vision, Emma could see Ruby gape at her from behind the counter as she tried to keep her smile in place at Henry.

This was a dumb idea to start with, Emma silently cursed herself as she wondered how she'll get herself out of this mess. Trust her to have agreed to Regina's stupid proposal of pretending to be a couple. Of course everyone could see through them, especially Henry. He had been there to witness their many face offs firsthand after all. Anyone actually believing she and Regina were a couple is either a miracle worker or some naïve fool because-

"I knew it!"

Henry's outburst surprised her and even Regina seemed to drop her usual stoic face to widen her eyes at her son.

Henry's large and toothy grin swept between his two mothers as the diner picked up its usual bustle and cacophony once more.

"I don't… I don't understand," Emma started, genuinely confused this time as she flitted her gaze towards Regina, who only smirked back. "Regina and I have never gotten along ever since I came to town. What makes you think-"

"Exactly," Henry interrupted excitedly. "That's why you and mom have to get together!"

Emma could only gape at her son while Regina on the other hand, brought a loving hand to smooth her son's hair, a hopeful tone to her gaze.

"That means you're okay with Ms. Swan and I together, as a couple?"

Henry shot a smile to his brunette mother, a smile that Regina thought she would never see directed to her again, and it tugged at her heart as she reveled in it.

"As long as we all get along," Henry said, taking Regina's hand and reaching over to take Emma's as well, placing the two on top of the other.

"As long as you two get along, then I'll be happy. And we'll be happy together, all of us."

As her fingers met the soft skin of Regina's hand and their eyes met over uncertainty and hesitance, Emma gave a small smile toward the mayor – the first of its kind – as she turned back toward her hopeful son.

"You're right, Henry," Emma agreed, turning Regina's hand upwards so their palms met and Emma felt more than heard the sharp intake of breath Regina took as she slipped her fingers in between Regina's.

"We'll be together."

She knew what they were; she knew what a game meant. But Emma cannot help but feel how perfect her hands felt fitted against the spaces of Regina's and with the tiny grip in reply from the brunette; she knew she was not the only one who felt it.

It could be as Henry said, that this would all end up good for all of them. But the future was the last thing on Emma's mind as they carried on conversation like it was normal, like it was what they had been doing all along.

And as their hands stayed entwined over the table top – an open declaration for the world to know, Emma knew that although façades tend to work pretty well, she also knew that lines were blurring and that the ground beneath her and Regina was starting to shift.

Only time can tell whether or not this will all work out in the end but for now, Emma knew she had a mask to put on and a play to act.

As Regina said, que será, será right?