A/N: This is my first published fanfiction ever. I've been writing them for as long as I can remember, and I thought it was time to share it with the world. Try to go easy on me. Also thanks to my friend for the encouragement. (You know who you are.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Once Upon A Time or any of it's characters. If I did, Regina and Emma would have been together in like... season 2.

I couldn't tell you when I fell in love with Emma Swan. It just kind of happened.

And I had a hard time believing it. My brain physically did not want to process it.

My life became a really large problem that I couldn't solve.

Walking down the road became hard. Saying hello to people in Storybrooke was a challenge. Emma was constantly on my mind. I could barely focus on work anymore. So much of my job included communicating with the Sheriff's office. I was constantly in contact with her. It was going to be the bane of my existence.

Then there was the fact that I share a son with her. Henry was always being moved between her house and the mansion. I was forced to watch her bring my son home and hand him over like we lived in some kind of domestic bliss.

But that's all I really wanted.

"Regina," a high, melodic voice called.

I was in the kitchen making dinner for me and Henry when she brought him over.

"In here," I yelled.

"Mom, I'm going to play Xbox," Henry yelled and ran upstairs before I could say no.

I went back to dinner, forgetting about the blonde in my entryway. Emma abruptly arrived in the kitchen.

"Hey, Regina, I think the kid has some math homework due on Monday," Emma said. "Make sure he does it, he'll try to get out of it."

"I assure you, Swan, I can make him do his homework," I said.

"Swan? Wow, I must've made you mad," she teased.

Wait.

Was she flirting with me?

"I think I'll be on my way," Emma said. " I don't want to interrupt your time with Henry."

Oh, but you would never be interrupting. Can't you understand?

"Why don't you stay?" I asked taking the chicken out of the oven. What was I doing? " I clearly made too much for dinner."

"Why not?" She answered.

We talked for a while longer while I finished dinner. She updated me on the things Henry wouldn't tell me about school. I told her about his after school vendettas and his friends that came to the mansion. When she realized I was doing all the work, she even offered to cut the potatos. I handed her a knife and told her to go at it.

After a while Henry came downstairs to watch Tv, so Emma and I shifted the conversation from him to ourselves.

Emma and I finished dinner and I asked Henry to set the table. We all sat down like a big happy family.

If only.

"Henry how was school today?" I inquired.

As soon as the question was out, it was answered. Henry didn't stop talking about school for most of dinner.

And I swear Emma was making eyes at me all through dinner as well. No, I was going crazy.

About halfway through dinner, Henry took a call from a friend. Emma and I overheard the plans being made on the phone. We made eye contact and she raised her eyebrows at me. Was I going to let him go?

When Henry came back, I said yes before he even asked.

"Thanks mom! Bye Ma!" He kissed each of us goodbye and ran upstairs to pack.

I picked up the dishes from dinner and took them into the kitchen. Emma followed.

"You're going to be alone tonight?" she asked, nosily.

"Yes," I answered. "I am always alone when Henry goes to friends' houses."

"I feel bad about that."

I turned around and tossed down the towel I was using to dry dishes. Her blue eyes gazed at me with a genuine concern and then glanced to the floor quickly.

"You're welcome to stay."

What? Why did I say that?

"I have some red wine," I continued "and I made a chocolate cake earlier."

"Wine and cake? I'm in." she said.

"Bye Moms!" rang from the front door. Henry's friends were ready to leave.

"Bye Henry."

"See you Monday, kid."

And suddenly we were alone.