Notes: diverges from canon, not set in a specific season but Henry is still young so more towards season 1/ season 2.

"Moms! Moms! Wake up! Wake up, Santa came!"

The shouts echoed in the hallway and came closer, growing louder as Henry made his way to his mothers' room. Emma shut her eyes tighter and rolled on to her side, nestling her face in the crook of Regina's neck in an attempt to block out the noise and gain a few extra minutes of sleep. They didn't have to meet with David and Mary Margaret until 12.30, they had time.

"Moms! Come on wake up!"

Running footsteps slammed against the marble floor and Emma felt Regina groan and stir as she came back to her senses.

"Your son is up."

She stated, her voice made hoarser by sleep in a way that Emma couldn't help but find attractive. The blonde woman noticed with amusement that it still retained its authoritarian vibe even early in the morning, as if it was branded in her personality.

"So he's my son now?"

"I never raised him to wake us up at …" the brunette glanced at her alarm clock "7.00 am on a holyday"

Emma chuckled, now sadly fully awake. It was true that she had given Henry more liberties since she had moved into Regina's home and it was starting to show on the young boy's behavior though he remained a good kid.

"He's your son too you know?"

The reply that came was an incomprehensible grumble as Regina closed her eyes again. The night before had been exhausting enough between having to stay up late to play Santa and bring presents (Henry had fallen asleep obnoxiously late in an attempt to catch Santa Claus red handed), dealing with mayoral paperwork she had left unfinished and having to cope with the town's incompetence in dealing with a particularly severe snow storm. All she wanted to do was rest for at least another hour. The door was slammed open and Henry bolted onto the bed, jumping up and down as his excitement grew.

"Come on! It's Christmas! Santa brought presents!"

"Fine we're awake, now stop jumping please."

"We're up kid. You can go wait downstairs, we'll be down in five minutes."

Emma took matters into her own hands, aware that Regina wasn't particularly pleasant first thing in the morning, and Henry rushed down the stairs making both mothers worry he would hurt himself.

"Come on, time to get up"

The blonde woman pressed a soft kiss to the mayor's shoulder, then swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, yawning softly as she put the room into focus. She glanced outside the window: everything was still blanketed in soft white snow and icicles dangled from the rooftops like Christmas decorations. There was little movement in the streets: only Archie was passing by with Pongo for their daily walk. She felt Regina's presence next to her, then plump lips placing a feathered kiss on her cheek.

"Good morning."

"Good morning. Now let's go, our son is waiting for us. We'll never find peace if he doesn't open his presents."

Emma chuckled and followed the brunette down the stairs to the living room were Henry was sat cross legged under near the Christmas tree, sorting out the presents into neat piles according to who they belonged. The blonde smiled. It was such a Regina thing to do. She was the organized one.

"Finally!"

"Come on kid, which one do you want do you want to open first?"

Henry smiled and shook his head gently.

"Actually, I think you should start."

He reached out behind him to produce a rectangular object, wrapped in blue paper with snowmen printed on it, and handed it to his mothers with a content smile.

"This is for you."

Emma and Regina looked at each other, then at him and their gazes showed the same, unconditional love for the child.

"Henry it's so nice of you."

"You always help me with stuff, you deserve a present, now come on open it it's for both of you."

The two women obliged and uncovered the mysterious object. Henry had drawn them, standing near the Christmas tree as he stood in between them. They were all smiling happily and the picture touched their hearts in a way no other present could. He had portrayed them as a family. One united family.

"Its beautiful!"

Henry smiled happily.

"Geppetto helped me make the frame."

"You did a wonderful job."

They pulled him in for a shared hug. Regina hadn't felt that happy in many, many years, in fact too many to keep track of.

"You're my awesome moms and I love you very much."

"And we love you Henry, don't ever forget that."

They went on to the other presents. The Christmas spirit got the best of them, erasing the tiredness that had been there at the start of the morning and replacing it instead with love and joy as the two women watched Henry relish in the new comics and toys he had received.

"That's awesome! Mums can I go try it out in the garden?"

Exclaimed the boy, holding in his hands the toy helicopter he had wished for for so long. Emma nodded.

"Sure kid."

"Make sure to put your coat, boots and gloves on though, so you don't get sick."

"Okay."

They watched him disappear with a smile, then Emma rested her head on Regina's shoulder, relishing in the feeling of the woman's fingers running through her hair gently. They stood like that for what seemed like an eternity as they watched Henry (now bundled up in his winter clothes) try out his toy.

"Look at him, he's so happy."

"Is his hat backwards?"

Emma laughed and nodded.

"Yeah. His shoelaces are untied as well. I guess he was in a hurry."

Regina smiled, not compelled for once to storm outside and demand that he fixed his clothes. She looked at the drawing again, overwhelmed by the knowledge that Henry had accepted them- both of them- as his family. After all that had happed, she had worried he might stop considering her his mother and prefer Emma, but it hadn't happened. She had worried that Emma moving in and the first few hesitant footsteps of the relationship between his two mothers could have unsettled the kid but that hadn't been an issue either. He had helped them work out through their issue to the best of his abilities and now she realized that he had accepted them being together much sooner than anyone else. They had raised an amazing child.

"What are you thinking about?"

"He thinks of us as a family. Not just as his two separate moms."

"We have come a long way."

"Yes we have."

It had started snowing again and they watched amused as Henry tried to eat the snowflakes, running around in the snow with the delight only a child could have and for once everything felt truly perfect. Yes, there were still dangers hanging upon Storybrooke but they would deal with them another time. For now, even Evil seemed to have taken the day off in what could be thought of as a generous Christmas gift or an even more extraordinary Christmas miracle.

"Merry Christmas. I love you"

Emma kissed Regina, a loving, quick peck that conveyed more feelings than words ever could.

"Likewise. And I love you too."

Henry stopped, still holding his helicopter in his hands, and looked into the glass sliding door that granted access to the living room, at his mothers snuggled close together in a scene worthy of a fairy tale. There was still a lot to be fixed in town, but one thing was sure, both his moms had found their happy ending and he couldn't be happier.