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While Regina walked back into the house towards Henry's room, she couldn't help but wondering what Emma wanted to talk to her about. "
She imagined the most awful scenarios. Is she leaving Storybrooke and is she taking Henry with her? Does she want Henry to live with her 24/7? Do the town minions want to punish me after all? Jail maybe? Somehow nothing positive crossed her mind.
She sat down on the edge of his bed, taking a deep breath "How was your evening?"
"Great mom. We played board games, ate spaghetti. And..."
"Did anything strange happen? I mean, anything important?" she knew it was rude not to let him finish his story. But when Henry wanted to talk, there was no way in stopping him. And time was precious in a moment like this.
If Emma was indeed planning something against her, she had to act quickly.
"Like what?" the boy asked.
"Well, Emma wants to talk to me about something. I though...I don't know, maybe about school?" she lied.
Her son looked at her in surprise "No nothing happened. Am I not doing well at school?"
"You're doing fine Henry, that's why I was wondering. But it's probably nothing important"
She kissed her son on his forehead and turned off his bedside light before walking back into the hallway. "Good night sweetheart"
"Good night mom." he said with a sleepy voice.
"Hey Kid." Emma sat down next to Henry at Grannies Diner.
"Hi Emma. We're going to have a really nice dinner tomorrow."
His eyes twinkled by the thought of all the ingredients he saw on Regina's shopping list earlier that day.
"My mom is preparing a very special meal for us."
"Nothing with apples I hope?" The blonde asked with a chuckle.
With the expression of a great knight, which is probably something he learned from his grand dad, he assured her "I will test taste the food for you!" followed by a sudden realisation about the talk Emma wanted to have with his mother.
Emma noticed the change in his expression.
"What's wrong kid. It was just a joke right?"
"I know" he hesitated briefly "Why do you want to talk to my mother?"
Emma looked up at him in surprise. Not really knowing what he was talking about.
"My mom said you wanted to talk to her about something tomorrow.
She asked me if it might be about my schoolwork." His gaze went towards the table.
"Did Mary...Sno...I mean, did grandma say something about that? Is that why you want to talk to her?"
"Oh no, is that what she thinks?" the Sheriff tried to meet his eyes.
"I really just want to get to know her a little better. The only dialog we have at the moment is I'm here to pick up Henry and See you next time"Henry still didn't seem convinced.
"Like it or not kid, we are both your parents, so we might as well act on it...LIKE it. Act like it" she quickly added maybe a bit louder than she intended. She realized how odd that must have sounded, but luckily that kind of stuff was completely lost on her 10 year old son.
His face lid up by the good news and he finally met Emma's eyes again "Good, I think she will like that. She is quite lonely you know. She might be the evil queen who cast a spell on all of us, but she's also still my mom. So please try not to fight with her tomorrow, she really is trying."
"I know kid, I really do. And I really do want to help her."
She meant it, although she didn't quite realize it before, she sure as hell did now. She really wanted to get to know Regina and help her get through this.
For the sake of their son of course. Their son.