"Ssh!" Regina hushed Lily as she began to reach for the bug's old radio. The younger woman shot her a dirty look before turning her attention back to the road. Emma had slept all morning, and the pair had woken her only to move her to the car, where she again fell asleep. Now, they were trying to keep the noise down as they made their way back to Storybrooke. Zelena and Robin, who Regina had nearly forgotten about in all of the mayhem, had stopped for the night as well and Lily could see them following close behind in the rearview mirror.

Emma drifted in and out of sleep, sometimes waking long enough to have a bite to eat or a short conversation. Regina relished in those moments. Lily wasn't terrible company, but she much preferred the quick wit and sweet smiles of her blonde companion.

After a couple hours, Regina saw the Storybrooke town sign cresting the horizon. She breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone had made it home. They were okay.

Emma's family was waiting outside of Granny's for the group to arrive. Still pale faced and with dark circles under her eyes, the sheriff emerged from the car, wrapping her arms around her son. Regina followed suit. She avoided eye contact with her parents and instead moved to Killian, who kissed her on the cheek and hugged her tight. In the corner of her eye, she saw Lily's eyes widen and she turned around, giving her a "We'll talk about this later" look.

Maleficent approached the group, wringing her hands nervously. Introducing the pair, everyone smiled as Maleficent pulled Lily in for a hug, which she awkwardly returned.

After some introduction and explanation (primarily on the topic of Zelena), it was decided that the Wicked Witch would be locked away until they figured out what exactly to do with her. Robin didn't argue, though he cast her an apprehensive look when Regina took her away.

Mary Margaret, David and Killian headed home and Maleficent offered to take Lily to lunch, but she declined, saying she and Emma needed to have a conversation, giving the blonde a pointed look. Emma nodded, and they walked in the opposite direction of everyone else, enjoying the cool spring weather.

As soon as they were out of anyone's possible earshot, Lily exploded.

"Emma what the hell?" she exclaimed. "You have boyfriend? You'd think you might've wanted to tell me that before we…"

Emma grimaced. "It's not like that. We're not actually dating." Lily was taken aback.

"What do you mean you're not actually dating?"

"He knows that I uh…"

"That you're gay?"

Emma nearly laughed at her forthrightness. "Yeah. He's the only one who knows. I would tell my parents, but I think I'm old enough to govern my own love life, so it's really none of their business. I don't think they'd really understand anyways. They used to pester me about meeting someone, so Killian's a way to get them off my back."

"He doesn't mind being in a fake relationship? I mean," she chuckled. "He's not exactly a sight for sore eyes. I bet there are a ton of women lining up to take your place."

Emma smiled and rolled her eyes. "He's dating somebody. I've never seen him happier."

Now Lily was intrigued. "Who?"

"He'd rather I not say." She and Killian had been friends for a long time. They had dated for a time, before Emma had the courage to tell him he wasn't exactly her type. He hadn't been mad. He understood. They were like soul mates, but the kind that hung out eating junk food on Friday nights and spent their Saturdays at the movies. He was her best friend, and she was his.

The brunette shifted uncomfortably. "So…you weren't cheating on him last night?"

The blonde laughed. "If I was then I can't even count the number of times he's cheated on me… No. I can do whatever I want." Her smile faltered, replaced by a small frown. "But that doesn't mean…what we did. It can't happen again. You'll always be important to me but…" She trailed off lamely.

Lily nodded. "I get it. It was a one-night thing. Believe me, I'm used to those. I hope Killian's happy with whoever the hell he's dating." Without warning, she kissed Emma quickly before pulling pulled her into hug, and they stood there for a while, wrapped in each other's embrace. When they broke apart, the sheriff put her hand on the Lily's shoulder and said, "It's been nearly twenty years and you've still got my back. Now go have lunch with your mother."

Lily smiled and walked away, the blonde calling after her, "And pay for it this time!"

-ooo-

"Damn." Regina swore when she opened the fridge, revealing it's meager contents. How in the world had Henry eaten all the food in two days?

Well, she thought, I guess a shopping trip is in order.

Grabbing her jacket, the mayor swept out the door, heading to Storybrooke's small grocer.

Pulling up in front of the building, a flash of blonde caught her eye. She turned just in time to see Lily place a quick kiss on Emma's lips before hugging her tight. They stood like that for a while before Lily turned and walked away, Emma smiling and yelling something after her.

Regina sat stunned, watching as the blonde walked in the opposite direction, a huge smile on her face. She felt hot and angry, but it was only then that she put her finger on the reason why. She was jealous of Lily. It came like a slap to the face. All day, she hadn't been able to figure out why she got so angry whenever she saw Emma and Lily together.

Now she knew why. Regina wanted to be the one Emma hugged close; the one Emma laughed with; the one Emma kissed and touched and –

"Regina?"

Speak of the devil, Regina thought almost bitterly when she whirled around to see Emma knocking on her car window, a concerned look on her face.

The brunette blinked furiously to dispel her angry tears before stepping out of the car to confront the other woman. Immediately, something was different between them. The air was cold, and Regina's voice was distant as she said, "Hello Ms. Swan."

Emma tried not to look hurt, but the words stung nonetheless. Regina hadn't used that tone with her since she'd first come to Storybrooke, and it took her back to a time with many moments she would rather have forgotten.

"Hey," she said, look unfazed, but Regina could see her green eyes glistening. Emma glanced at her phone and her worried expression lightened.

"My mom just texted me to say that Henry showed up at the loft to talk to me."

Grateful they were talking about something else, Regina replied, "Why? We were going to have dinner. He was home when I left."

"She said he had someone with him, but she wouldn't say who. Anyways, I was going to go see what's up and I was wondering if you wanted to come." Regina noticed Emma's demeanor had changed as well. She was more polite; respectful, as if she were talking to a stranger.

"Sure. I guess the groceries can wait now that there's no one home to make dinner for."

On the drive to the loft, the pair hypothesized who could be with their son. Emma had her money on a girlfriend, while Regina was leaning more along the lines of new friend.

Emma nearly cheered in victory when she opened the door to reveal Henry and a girl. They were sitting on the kitchen stools laughing and talking. Mary Margaret and David, who had already met the girl, were lounging on the couch.

Henry looked up at the noise of the door closing and his eyes widened when they landed on both of his mothers. He had only bargained for one, but took a deep breath before getting up to confront them. The girl followed him, and the two women got their first good look at her. She was about Henry's height, with a slender build and fiery red hair that cascaded down her back in waves. She had a spatter of freckles across her cheeks and nose, and a smile that seemed to light up the room.

Regina stared blankly at her, but Emma jumped into action, saying, "Hi! I'm Henry's mom. What's your name?"

She stuck out her hand and Emma shook it. "I'm Annabelle. Anna for short."

"Nice to meet you Anna," said Regina, regaining her composure. They shook hand as well, and over the course of the following conversation, they learned that Anna had been homeschooled until the previous year, when she moved to Storybrooke High School and met Henry. Emma had been correct in assuming they were dating. Henry confessed they had gone on their fist date a couple weeks previously, and that he had meant to tell his moms before they went to New York.

After about an hour, Anna walked home and Henry went to watch TV with his grandparents, leaving Emma and Regina alone.

"Can you believe it?" the blonde said, running her fingers through her hair.

"Our son. All grown up." They turned and locked eyes, the words "our son" lingering between them. Regina continued, "He's come so far from the little boy that took a bus to Boston all those years ago."

Emma chuckled. "I think you've come pretty far from the woman who threatened to ruin my life."

Regina's breath caught. "Yeah," she said under her breath, "I guess I have."