A/N Hey guys sorry for the delay, I was on Vacation for a few days without my computer. This is a short chapter just to get it updated and the next one will be out soon!

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Emma had gone back and forth about going to Regina's for dinner. Finally she settled on going, but only for Henry. The blonde was still upset over everything. How could Regina purposefully make her feel those things, ravish her body, but then leave her in silence for so long? No Emma thought. I shouldn't be feeling these things for a woman! I can't!

The blonde settled on a skin tight red dress that was cut into an extremely low V in the back, and had a slit in the front that showed the tiniest amount of cleavage, but enough to tease anyone into wanting to see more. She put on her matching red pumps and was out the door.

Henry answered the door when Emma rang the bell.

"Mom, you came!"

"Of course I came, kid. I wouldn't pass up an opportunity to see you!" she said as she stepped inside. Regina was in the kitchen cooking.

"You look beautiful, mom!"

"Thanks, Henry" she replied.

Emma stood in the doorway. "Thanks for the invite."

"You're welcome." Regina replied awkwardly. "Um, dinner is almost finished. I'll get you some wine" she said, walking over to pour the blonde a generous glass of white wine. "I had to restock, you finished all of my white the last time." the brunette chuckled.

Emma half-smiled, "well what can I say, wine is my weakness." She took the glass from Regina. "I'm going to, uh, go see what Henry is up to." Why does this feel so awkward? she asked herself, turning to head to the family room where Henry was playing video games. "Hey kid, can I join you?"

"Sure!" Henry handed Emma a controller and she sat down to play.

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Regina had just finished setting the table and placing the food out as well. She went to the family room to tell Henry and Emma that dinner was ready. Regina stood in the doorway, taking in the sight. The blonde and her son sitting on the floor in front of the television, playing and laughing together. Regina smiled. She knew that she needed to get her act together if she wanted to keep the blonde in her life, and she did. She knew she needed to overcome her fears of abandonment and let life take it's course. They could be a family, the three of them. That is, of course, if Emma could want that too. But it was too soon for that conversation. They needed to get past tonight.

Regina cleared her throat before saying "dinner is ready." Emma turned to look at her and gave her a smile. Regina's heart warmed at the sight.

"Lets go, kid." Emma nudged Henry and they both got up and walked to the dinning room.

The three of them had a nice dinner, talking about Henry's school work and Emma's funniest Pongo rescue stories. Once the table was clear, Henry left with David again to see Archie.

"Well…thanks for dinner, it was delicious." Emma said. "I should probably be going."

"Wait, Miss Swan. We need to talk."

"It's fine Regina, really. I get it."

"You don't get it, Emma. Please, just let me explain. I know there are feelings between us. There is something there, I can feel it. And I know you feel it too. I haven't felt this way since-….well it's just been a very very long time." Regina had had a long time to come to terms with her sexuality. She had been with men and she had been with women. She was comfortable with herself.

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"There can't be feelings between us, Regina. I'm not gay!" Emma snapped. Immediately she felt guilty, she hadn't meant for the words to shoot out of her mouth like venom. She saw something flash across the brunette's face; pain. Emma didn't want to hurt Regina. She had felt something between them, but she needed to repress those feelings. Being with a woman was just something she could not handle, or at least that was what she was telling herself.

"Well, Miss Swan," Emma could tell that the brunette was taken aback by her sudden outburst.

"Regina, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I just mean…I can't be with a woman." Emma explained. She watched as Regina smoothed the front of her blouse, a nervous habit that Emma had picked up on.

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Regina knew that the blonde was denying her feelings for her, but she knew giving her space was the best thing she could do. So that is exactly what Regina did. The two saw each other a handful of times over the next few week, mostly when one was picking Henry up from the other's. As much as it killed Regina, she kept things light. No teasing or flirting. If Emma was to figure out her feelings for the brunette, she wanted her to come to that conclusion on her own. Regina even set up a date for herself. She couldn't remember the last time she was on a date.