"Mom, what does banging mean?" Henry asked over breakfast. Emma bit back a laugh feeling Regina's high heeled toe sharply digging into her shin.
"You know what it means Henry." Regina relied calmly.
"Emma, will you tell me?" The ten year old turned to his other Mom.
"Erm, well kid" Emma started, exceedingly aware of the pain in her shin "it's when you hit something. You know like when you bang your head."
Henry's face immediately turned pale and he fell silent for the rest of the meal.
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"You know this morning you said banging meant hitting?" Henry started as he made himself comfortable at the Sheriffs station. "Are you and Mom ok?"
"Yeah kid. We're great." Emma replied, continuing to throw the darts against the dartboard. "Why'd you ask?"
"Just stuff." Emma shrugged; the kid could be more mysterious than Regina if he wanted to.
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"Emma?"
"Yes Henry?" Emma replied looking over the dinner table.
"What does fucking mean?" Regina chocked, actually choked. And Emma couldn't help but laugh, for a full two minutes.
"Ask your Mom."
"Moooommm" Henry turned to Regina, who was still trying to process this turn of events and was glaring heavily at Emma, very tempted to flame her.
"I am not explaining that Henry."
"Why not? I'll just google it." Henry seemed proud of his intuitive thinking.
"Good luck with that kid. The parental controls aren't letting you anywhere near that sh… stuff." Emma quickly censored herself. She had been pleasantly surprised by how easily she had acclimatised to being around Henry and censoring her language. To be honest she was surprised he hadn't heard her use the word before. "Henry, where are all these questions coming from?"
"Well last night when I was staying round Gran and Gramps I heard them talking about you two and they used those words, and also sixty-nining which doesn't sound like a real word. I think Gramps made it up, but he said that Emma said that you two do it."
Now it was Emma's turn to choke as Regina's furious eyes burned into her with the promise of revenge.
"That is something you do not need to know about kid. It's really boring council stuff." Emma improvised.
Henry shrugged and accepted this piece of information, turning back to his meal.
"But what about fucking" He suddenly piked up.
"What about it dear?" Regina refused to look up from her plate as she said this.
"They used it in the same context as banging." Regina's eyes widened as she remembered the conversation from that morning and what that must mean Henry was inferring.
"Kid, did I forget to mention that banging can also mean being really really awesome?" Emma chimed in.
"So you and Mom are being really really awesome to each other?" Henry asked, clearly confused.
"Yeah." Or something like that Emma added in her mind.
"So does fucking mean the same thing?"
"In this instance for all intents and purposes, yes." Regina answered. "Now why don't you go and get some ice cream." It was clearly a distraction technique but Henry was not going to argue.
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"YOU LIED. AND YOU HAVE SCARRED ME FOR LIFE!" Henry yelled at Regina, Emma, Snow and David when he got back from school, racing past them and slamming his door.
"What was that about?" Snow asked.
"We need to have a discussion about what conversation topics are suitable to have when our Son is staying around yours." Regina answered.
"Or ever. I am still cringing thinking about you discussing our sex life." Snow and David's faces were a picture never to be forgotten.