It had been two weeks and not even once had Emma stopped by to chat with her. She only showed up to spend time with Henry once in a while, and even then she didn't stay for dinner. Even their son noticed that. When Henry asked her what was going on, she just shrugged and said ' nothing' . She didn't know how to explain it because she was really scared thinking it was because of her flirting with the Sheriff.

Henry didn't like it all. Not at all. It's been so nice, the three of them spending time together, and his moms were getting along so well. He needed to do something about it. He needed help, though.

"Mom!" he called and not seeing Regina anywhere downstairs, he rushed up, taking two steps at a time. Regina was tidying her bed as Henry rushed inside. "Mom! Grandma called. She wanted to invite us for dinner. Can we go, please? Please, please, please," he begged her.

"Calm down, Henry," she sighed, looking at him. She knew he wanted to see his grandparents but she really didn't want to be involved. "I'll drop you there, huh? I don't really feel like going out. I think I caught flu or something," Regina reasoned, smiling at her son.

Henry's face instantly dropped. "Come on, mom…" he said with a sad face.

"You'll say hi to them for me, okay?" she patted his shoulder and then went back to pulling the duvet free of wrinkles.

"You haven't done much for so long. We don't have family dinners at all. I want you to be there."

He wasn't lying. The whole plan was to have their family together again. He came closer again and moved his arms around her.

"Henry…" her voice threatened to break as she inhaled. She hated letting him down.

"You know how important it is for me for us to be together. Can one dinner hurt?"

Regina sighed moving an arm around him. In a few years, maybe in a shorter time than that, he'd be taller than her.

"Okay, fine… but we will come back home after dinner, alright? I feel really tired and I have a sore throat," she murmured, pulling away.

"Thank you," he said softly, leaning in to kiss her cheek. Perhaps it was a bad timing after all, but there was no going back now. "I'll make you some tea. It will help your throat.

An hour later they were already by the building and headed up into the apartment. His mothers might get angry at him now, but… They would thank him later. He knocked on the front door before entering without waiting.

"There you are," Snow smiled, grabbing on her coat.

Soon there were sounds of steps on the corridor, and a minute later Emma was standing in the doorway. She froze when coming face to face with Regina.

Henry pursed his lips. "We will leave you both to it." The boy patted Emma's arm before the three Charmings sneaked through the door.

"No, Henry–" Regina froze as well when Snow and Charming slid outside and Henry almost pushed her inside pulling the door to close behind her. She grabbed the handle before he could close it. "You are grounded for rest of your life, young man."

She let him close the door then and turned to test her faith. But instead of saying anything, she started coughing. Her throat hurt terribly.

"You're sick?" Emma asked, instantly concerned, pushing away everything she felt just seeing the very brunette.

"Do you have anything warm to drink?" Regina shrugged without answering. Wasn't it already obvious?

"Yeah, I'm sure there's something. Sit on the couch and I'll get this done."

Ever so slightly the blonde brushed fingers against Regina's arm before bypassing her to get behind the kitchen counter.

Regina nodded before taking a seat in front of the turned-off TV. Luckily Snow always kept things the same way so she could move freely around the kitchen. She took down two mugs. For herself, she made coffee, feeling she needed it for an oncoming headache, and for Regina, she made the one tea that always helped her when she felt like she was catching a cold. Getting boiling water into the mug, she sighed heavily. Seemed like their son was fed up with the sudden change in their behavior…. It didn't take long for Emma to come back with two mugs.

"Here you go," she said with a small smile, placing mug in front of Regina and then sat in the armchair, keeping some distance.

"Thanks…" the brunette reached for the tea and sipped it slowly. The hot liquid soothed her sore throat, and she closed her eyes, humming, "I told him I was not feeling well so if you catch a cold, it's all on the boy you corrupted."

Regina really didn't expect something like this from him. Her son lying to her… She was going to give him a good lecture about all of this, but at some point she could see where he was coming from. They stopped all the communication with Emma after that fateful morning.

"Then I'll kick his little butt. He set us up and he should have let you rest. It's better for you to sleep it off," Emma said, rubbing her palms together slowly.

They could have just leave, but then again, here they were. Perhaps it was because they both knew their son was right. Emma just didn't really know what to do about it. What to do about them. She was certain whatever had happened didn't really matter… On the other hand, she also felt uncomfortable with the very thought that Regina had known it all and she was left with nothing. She sighed again.

"I'm sorry," Emma said finally and moved the mug between her hands. "I should have just talked it through with you, instead of running away…"

Regina sighed, leaning her elbows on her knees, holding the mug in both hands. She didn't know what to say, and well, she couldn't even look into Emma's eyes. She was really ashamed of her feelings because it was clear Emma had to get them, everything she felt, and she didn't want something like that. What a way to find out , she thought.

"Well, you don't have to apologize. I get it… I should've seen this one coming. It's really my fault," she rambled a bit but shut her eyes as the next words fell out of the blonde's lips.

"No, don't blame yourself. I assume you stayed quite level-headed and I was all drunk and not thinking clearly and well… I wish I could at least remember how that night of ours went…" Emma said, feeling herself blush.

"What?! What are you even talking about?"

The emerald eyes turned to Regina quickly then. They widened as the confusion seemed almost overwhelming.

"I, uh–" the blonde started, looking into those deep brown eyes for the first time in two weeks. "About that night… After we left the bar." The shock in Regina's eyes made her freeze again. "Don't tell me now that– I mean… I woke up in your bed, naked… not remembering nothing much. I honestly only remember us playing that game, then you disappeared, I guess…"

Emma frowned deeply, desperately trying to remember something more. She had been trying for the past several days. Regina's eyebrows came together as she was listening.

"You thought we had sex?" Regina asked finally after a moment of silence. "I went to grab you a glass of water and pills for the morning, after checking up on Zelena. When I came back you were already in bed, dreaming." Emma didn't need to know that Regina was there while she was undressing. "I would normally have put you into the guest room but Zelena was sleeping there. And if not for the alcohol, I'd have slept in Henry's bed but at the time I didn't think of it so I crawled on the other side," she shrugged.

"Oh!" Emma gasped, suddenly feeling like some weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She tried to process it then; nothing had happened , she told herself. So then why did the uneasy feeling remain? It wasn't as heavy, but still… it was there. She wasn't going to let it show, though.

So Emma wasn't talking to her because she thought they'd had sex? Would it be that bad if they had? Well, for Regina it wouldn't be, obviously, but maybe Emma just didn't have a thing for women or just didn't feel the same way about Regina. Her face dropped, thinking about it, but she hid her face behind the mug.

"God, you were– I thought–" the blonde almost chuckled and shook her head. "God, what a misunderstanding. I'm really sorry, again, that I behaved like this. If I'd talked you about it then…" she didn't finish, taking a sip of her coffee. Her eyes closed for a second. Regina shrugged a bit, listening. "And here I was scared I'd messed things up between us… I wouldn't ever want that. We are family and things like that make things just… really difficult. Can you forgive me that I freaked out like that?"

"It's okay. Really…" Regina muttered under her breath, her heart breaking into little pieces then. It was one of the hardest talks she'd had to go, through it appeared.

"Can we start over? Being all BFF and stuff?" Emma snorted softly as dating and being friends were two things she has never been good at.

"What is BFF ?" the brunette asked to change the subject, taking a sip of her tea.

"Best Friends Forever," Emma said with a sheepish smile, glancing between the brunette and the brown liquid in her own mug.

"Ohh… So you think we are best friends?" the red lips curled upwards a bit, even though her heart was still breaking.

"Of course I do! Maybe things were never easy between us but I have never had anyone quite like you in my life, Regina. You know… You mean a lot to me."

Emma's eyes got so warm and shining even though she was so not used to speaking on her mind and heart's behalf.

"Mm, yes, sure…" Regina coughed a bit, placing the mug on the coffee table.

"And now… I should really take you home. Are you hungry maybe? We could order something."

Regina blushed a bit, looking down. "No… I am not," she muttered, even though she hadn't eaten anything since lunch. She didn't care about food at all.

It was early and Emma was up already, despite having a day off from work. She got up to fill her large mug with coffee and brushed her messy hair away from her face, walking like a zombie. Hearing the sound of her phone going off made her jump and almost spill the hot coffee on herself.

"Jesus…" She reached to get it and smiled, seeing it was her boy. "Hi, kiddo. Everything okay?"

"Ma, you need to come. Mom is really sick and she is trying to go to work. She isn't listening to me."

Henry was concerned as his brunette mother had started getting dressed after breakfast. She was burning up and her eyes were already swollen, her nose was dripping and her voice… It was so hoarse.

"What?" Emma instantly dropped her feet from the coffee table. "God, tell her I'll smack her ass if she doesn't get back in bed. Try to keep her there. I'll be there in ten minutes–" she stopped, getting up. "I'm stupid. Hold on, I'll be there in a second."

She hung up and used magic to make herself look appropriate and then poofed herself into the Mills' hallway. Henry was getting ready to go to school, she knew.

Henry jumped a little as Emma appeared out of nowhere. He smiled a bit, though. She would make Regina stay in bed and now he could go to school in peace.

"Hey…" She came to him and kissed his forehead. "Is she upstairs?"

"I think so… She went to her room after breakfast and I called you," he said grabbing his backpack. "Ma, I'll be late. Take care of her, okay?"

"I will, worry not." Emma promised with a serious face. "Be good and have a good day at school, Henry."

"Mom, I'm leaving!" he called upstairs. "Ma is here… I'll see you later!"

"Be careful, I love you!" Regina called back and sighed.

He pulled his shoes on and left. Emma instantly headed upstairs, taking two steps at a time. The door was open and she let herself in.

Regina was getting dressed, she had pulled her pencil skirt on and was looking for a matching button up silk shirt. She had only her bra on, not even a camisole. Of course he would call Emma, but still she didn't expect Emma to burst into her bedroom.

"Regina– what are you doing?"

The sheriff gasped, seeing her almost fully clothed in her mayoral clothing. Almost. She tried to speak harshly, to show Regina that what she was doing was stupid, but she failed as her voice shook. She needed a second for the shock of seeing Regina's tanned body to pass.

Regina turned around to face Emma as she heard her, but there was a moment of silence as Emma's eyes lingered on her. God, she felt naked under that intense gaze. But good thing it only lasted for a second or so.

"I am fine, Swan. Really, it's just a cold."

"You know those clothes look really good on you, but they don't suit those red eyes and runny nose, ya know? Jump out of them and get to bed. Now," Emma brought herself to say seriously.

Regina's face was redder than usual and her red eyes were all glassy. It made Emma sober up. She walked close to gently touch her forehead.

Regina's eyes were burning, but well, the brunette was well enough to function, she reasoned to herself. She shivered as Emma's cool hand touched her skin. She was already cold and trying to find something warm to put on.

"Emma, I am fine, just bit of a simple cold," repeating herself as she rubbed her bicep. Her forearm lifted one of her cupped breast, accentuating her cleavage.

Emma frowned, deeply concerned. Her hands weren't even cool, but for Regina they had to feel as if they were freezing.

"No, you're not. You have no freaking idea how irresponsible it is of you, actually." For once she had to get Regina to think straight. The blonde licked her lips as she tried her best to focus on Regina's face only. For some reason her heart was pounding and her breath was coming in short gasps. "Take this off. You are burning up and you aren't going anywhere," Emma shook her head and turned to enter the closet while Regina pouted a bit, nodding.

"Fine, fine, fine. Just don't fuss."

Regina started undoing her skirt then and sat on the bed in her underwear, shivering as it was so cold for her. She pulled her knees to her chest and hugged them.

Emma looked around trying to spot things Regina could sleep in. Nightgowns… Silk button up pyjamas. They weren't exactly the best to keep warm and sweat out a fever. She finally found some leggings, a loose shirt, and a jumper.

"Where do you keep your socks? You must have some, right?"

Rolling her eyes, the Mayor waved her hand and her sock drawer opened. She started coughing.

Emma couldn't help but smile seeing there was a pair of fuzzy woolen ones as well. For cold winter evenings by the fireplace, likely. Emma took them and walked back to the brunette. She cleared her throat, seeing her too exposed.

"You should get warmer in this. One day in bed to sweat it out and you should feel much better," Emma smiled quite fondly.

"You really like my style?" Regina asked licking her lower lip a bit.

The brunette started dressing, pulling off her constricting bra as soon as she pulled the jumper on.

"That's– what you are concerned with now?" Emma said with amusement. "Well… Yeah. I mean all those clothes look perfect on you. Even those jeans," she added playfully. "You know you stand out among everyone in Storybrooke," Emma rolled her eyes as if that was the most obvious thing in the world and she didn't understand why would Regina ask her that.

Regina smiled, pulling the socks on. Her cheeks got all pink but it had nothing to do with her fever. She was just… It was nice, someone taking care of her and complimenting her. She sneezed a few times, rubbing her feet together. She was still shivering but not as much.

"I'm glad someone noticed me for something other than being the Evil Queen," she said crawling into the bed.

"I'd say that maybe you don't wear a crown anymore, but you remain a Queen in a bit of a different way," Emma stated.

She could bet everyone could feel it. It was like… Regina was really one of a kind. Emma then found some blankets and laid them over the duvet.

"Hop in. I will tuck you in."

Yes, she did want to make Regina smile. A smile was a cure for everything.

"I am not five, Emma, you don't need to."

The brunette pulled the duvet and blanket over herself. It felt way better, and now she could see how tired she was. She was grateful Henry called Emma, she'd really needed someone to make her rest.

"I don't have to but maybe want to, hm?" The sheriff sat on the edge on the bed and made sure Regina was all wrapped up. Regina's burning eyes closed for a while and few tears rolled down on her cheeks from the fever.

"Can you bring me some Tylenol? It'll lower the fever."

"Of course. In the kitchen, right?"

Emma jogged downstairs to get the pills and a glass of water. She helped keep her head up to take a sip. Regina swallowed the pills with difficulty They hurt her throat, making her cough. She then laid back again. She was clearly very weakened. Her hair stuck to her forehead and cheeks and Emma gently brushed the hair away.

"Sleep," she smiled gently and moved fingers through the hair, knowing how relaxing that was. "When you feel better maybe we will be able to crash on the couch and watch some crappy movies under the blankets. And eat soup. I'll make you some."

"I poisoned your mother once so you repay me by poisoning me with your soup, Swan?" she tried to chuckle but ended up coughing.

Emma rolled her eyes with a smile, but it soon faded away with the sound of coughing. Her gaze softened. They were lucky the flu wasn't making Regina's bones ache as well as her muscles. Hopefully that wouldn't still happen.

"That would be lovely, though," Regina added after some time. "Thank you, Emma… For everything, really."

Regina stared into those emerald eyes and she felt like losing herself in them. So beautiful, breathtaking even. Her eyes dropped on Emma's lips for a second; she remembered Emma leaning in and capturing her lips just like it had happened mere moments ago. Emma had tasted so sweet…

Emma's heart sped up once more as she found herself unable to look away and get up, as if Regina's eyes held her into place.

"Don't mention it," Emma muttered, simply glad that she could do something for Regina and make it at least a bit easier for her to go through.

Regina nodded at the blonde. "Okay… I'll sleep now but if I get bored I am getting out of bed."

"I'd rather you not go down those stairs all alone. Let me know… like text or something, okay? Sweet dreams."

Only when those orbs closed did Emma get up to partly cover the windows so the room would be darker. She left the door partially open as well before heading to the kitchen so Regina could rest in peace and quiet.

While Regina rested, Emma made a simple chicken noodle soup with mirepoix. She knew that even though the other woman was sick, if she had done anything to Regina's kitchen, the brunette would strangle her. She had eaten a small bowl meanwhile to make sure it tasted good and that it would be help soothe a sore throat.

Regina woke up coughing. Her throat was closed up and felt dry. She tried to call Emma but her voice wasn't working so she reached for her phone to text: ' Can you bring me water? Or something hot?'

'Sure. Will be right up!' the reply came almost right way.

Emma got a full bowl of soup in one hand and a glass of water and vitamin C in the other.

"You look better," Emma smiled gently and placed the hot bowl on the nightstand. The brunette wasn't as flushed anymore, her temperature had to have dropped a degree or two. "Take this first…"

The Queen sat up a little, coughing again.

"I feel better," Regina smiled a bit.

The brunette was sweating and it was a good thing. It meant her fever was going down. She took the glass and drank, making a face meanwhile. She placed the glass by her bed after drinking half of it. Her stomach growled then. She blushed a bit.

"I'm happy to hear it," the blonde said, glad that her friend allowed herself to be taken care of. She preferred not to think what it would have been like if she had gone to work after all.

"What time is it?" She'd only had a slice of bread in the morning since she hadn't felt like she could stomach anything else. Regina took the bowl, smelling the steam over it. "It smells nice. You didn't leave my kitchen looking like a warzone right?"

"It's 12PM, you slept nicely for over four hours." It made it even clearer how tired she had to be; Regina who woke up early every day and was always full of energy. "Don't worry, I was extra careful. I hope you'll like it. I tried my best not to make it spicy in any way."

She'd added just a little bit of salt and pepper.

"Good…" Regina took a spoonful then smiled a bit. "Don't stand there, sit down. You've already invaded this bed."

Emma smiled sheepishly at that and moved to sit on the foot of the bed. She crossed her legs together and rested her elbows against her knees, watching the brunette.

The other woman took a few spoonfuls, one after the other, humming as the warm liquid soothed her throat.

"Mm, thank you, Emma… I thought you would poison me but this is good," she licked the residue from her lips.

A broad smile threatened to slip over Emma's lips. Regina Mills was complimenting something she cooked? This had to be the best day of the year.

"Did you have a bowl yourself? You must be hungry as well. Did you even have breakfast before coming here?" Regina placed the half empty bowl by the glass, then took her phone to text their son to let him know she was okay.

"I'm flattered you like it. Of course, I ate it. If it was poisonous I'd have dropped dead before it could get to you," the Savior smirked, meeting the chocolate orbs. "I made myself a cup coffee, hope you don't mind. I didn't finish drinking mine at home."

"Oh no, you made coffee? How could you do that?!" Regina said a bit seriously.

Emma's eyes widened as she stared at Regina in confusion for a second. Her face looked so serious and only when Regina burst into laughter did she remember that the brunette was perfect at putting her masks on.

"Oh God…" Regina bent down a bit laughing. "Your face was so funny," she started giggling then. Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes.

"Hey, don't laugh at me! You are very… convincing," Emma tried to defend herself, but then began to chuckle herself. "Your lucky you're sick right now," Emma leaned towards her to playfully smacked her arm, one would say, too gently even for teasing.

Regina rolled her eyes, still chuckling. "I am always convincing, dear."

When the older woman calmed down a little, she looked up into Emma's eyes. Oh sweet Jesus… She had such captivating eyes. Emma looked away sheepishly after a second as Regina's eyes were so intense.

"Does the movie offer still stand? Maybe in here, though. I don't want to leave bed right now."

"Sure thing. Where do you have the laptop? I'll bring it here– or you could do that," Emma shook her head with a smirk as it appeared in a cloud of purple smoke.

Regina shrugged, "Just because I let you in my kitchen and bedroom doesn't mean I'll let you wander around my house, Swan. Not a chance." Regina said, pulling the laptop onto her thighs and she turning it on. "Soooo, do you have anything in mind to watch?" She patted the mattress by her side for Emma to sit down.

Emma hummed softly, crawling onto the bed. She didn't really even care if she would catch the flu from Regina. It was good to spend time together again…

"Maybe Spider Man . The one from 2002?" the blonde proposed, getting comfortable by Regina's side.

"Mmm, Henry loves that movie."

"He has good taste," Emma chuckled. "Gimme this," she waved at the laptop, "I'll find it somewhere online. You can't break your fever from seeing all those ads so better leave it for me to—"

"No…" Regina didn't let Emma take the laptop.

"What, are you hiding something in there?" Emma smirked playfully.

"What? What could I possibly have in there that I want to hide?" Regina crossed her arms across her chest, staring at Emma.

"You tell me," Emma snorted.

Regina made a face before giving up. She let Emma take the laptop.

"Good girl," the Sheriff muttered playfully, taking the laptop onto her lap.

Regina sniffed a little, leaning close to Emma. She let her head rest on the blonde's shoulder.

The blonde quickly typed the title and name of one site and then began to scroll down to find some good links. She glanced briefly at the brunette and thought it was really sweet of Regina to do. She insanely began to feel a weird tingling where they were touching. She told herself to not worry about the feeling but to just give in and enjoy it.

"Oh God, what are those?" Regina gasped.

There were several sexual ads that had popped up on screen. She blushed deeply looking away from the screen. Oh God, was it too hot in here?

"Told ya," Emma sighed but with a smirk and quickly closed the ads. "This is sick if you ask me, it's mostly kids who are browsing the internet in search for movies online," the blonde said more seriously. "If someone wanted porn it's not that hard to find it," she added before clicking play and closing one more ad that had popped up.

Regina rolled her eyes. Her cheeks were so red at this point. Regina dropped one arm on Emma's middle as the blonde started the movie. Her heart was beating faster than it should've been.

"That's why I buy him any movie he wants. Also Netflix saves lives," the brunette smiled a bit, sniffing lightly.

The Mayor was careful about sexual things around Henry, she even always made sure not to be intimate with Robin when he was at home.

"Good thing he tells you as there's not always everything on there," Emma sighed softly. "But since you cannot move from the bed we could at some point hit some tv series on Netflix."

Before, if they'd ever watched any movie, it was with Henry sitting in between them, simply wanting to spend time with both of them.

Emma carefully moved hand over Regina's forearm to stroke it gently. Her breath always came more quickly when Regina was so close. Soon, around the middle of the movie, after seeing those closed eyes and hearing the softest of snores ever due to her runny nose, Emma wasn't entirely sure what to do as Regina stayed cuddled up to her. She closed the laptop quietly and placed it on the nightstand. She tried her best to make the brunette lie down comfortably and when she succeeded, she couldn't move herself with those slender fingers holding onto her shirt. Knowing she might as well eventually fall asleep watching the tv as well, and that Regina wouldn't kill her for staying, she gave up and fell down on the pillow as well and moved one arm around Regina before closing her eyes.

At some point Regina snuggled close to Emma since her fever had broken and she was again shivering. Her face was buried in the blonde's neck.

Henry came home as soon as his classes ended. He was worried about his mom even though he was sure Emma would take care of her. He entered, throwing his backpack by the door.

"I'm home!"

When no answer came, he started walking around the house looking for both of his mothers. He found them in his mother's bedroom. He headed to Emma and nudged her side. The blonde groaned softly. She rubbed her eyes to see the boy standing there, staring at her from above.

"Henry… Hi," she muttered sleepily and tried to move but then saw Regina holding onto her tightly. She reached to touch her forehead; it was so hot again. "She has a fever again…" Emma muttered and fixed all the blankets on top of the brunette.

Henry was staring strangely at her.

"What?" she asked, more awake now.

"Why are you cuddling mom and sleeping in her bed?" Henry made a face and worriedly looked past the blonde to his brunette mother.

"Well, we were watching a movie, and your mom fell asleep and I couldn't really move, so…" Emma smiled sheepishly and shrugged softly with one arm as the other was occupied by Regina.

"She'll be okay, right? Is there anything I can do?" He asked staring at his mother. He'd never seen her this sick, Regina had never been sick. He walked over to the other side of the bed and sat by the brunette.

"Don't worry. She just needs to sleep it off. It's just the flu. As long as she stays quietly in bed she will recover faster," Emma promised him. He indeed looked very worried. She reached with her free hand to take his, thinking about it for a second.

"I can put a cool cloth on her forehead," he offered. It was what people did in the movies, after all. He touched her cheek gently.

"Yes, that would be good. Especially now that she's sleeping," Emma nodded.

When awake Regina would start to shiver even more, too sensitive to the cooler temperature.

"Can't you just use your magic to make her better?"

"I wish it could be so simple. Magic can heal most of the injuries, but this is more than that. We can't really do much with things we can't see. Like viruses and bacteria. I guess if it was possible, Regina would have already done that herself or asked me to help her." Emma felt Regina shiver against her again and softly rubbed her arm and back, trying to smooth it. "Kid, downstairs you'll find pills and vitamin C. Take some. It's too easy to catch it, so it's better for us to protect each other. If we all fall ill, that would be a disaster. And there's not really much for dinner, but I made some soup– hush, it's eatable, don't mock me."

Henry rolled his eyes, just like his brunette mother, "Are we sure the soup didn't make mom sick?" he giggled with a cheeky smile.

Emma just narrowed her eyes at him with a smile threatening to appear on her lips. He nodded, ushing down to the kitchen. He came back with two glasses and the pills. He had a wet cloth on his wrist too.

"Here you go, ma."

"Thanks, kid," she said popping the pills into her mouth and then having a sip of water to swallow them down. She carefully shifted to lie on her side while Regina was still pressed against her.

He took the pill then went back to sit by his mother. He placed the cloth over her forehead rubbing slowly.

"She never gets sick. I don't know what happened. I've never, ever seen her sick," he murmured, moving some hair off Regina's face.

"You know, your mom takes great care of herself, there's no doubt, but a times it really doesn't take much to catch the flu. It was quite cold last few days," Emma shrugged gently and brushed Regina's hair off her face. That cloth was quickly getting warm against the woman's forehead.

It was then Regina woke up. Her lips curled up. Her fever was down.

"Hey there…" Regina muttered, looking up at the boy and taking his hand.

"Mom," Henry said, happy to see her awake.

"Hello, sleepyhead," Emma said playfully and carefully fixed the wet compress so it wouldn't fall over her eyes.

"How are you feeling, mom?" Henry asked, squeezing her hand gently. He reached to touch her cheek again. It seemed to help. "Ma said you got a fever again but it seems to be going away now."

Regina smiled a bit, still sleepy. "I feel better, I guess." She sat up slowly, unable to stop smiling as Henry was so caring of her. She moved her head to his touch, closing her eyes. "I don't need this cloth anymore." She placed it on the nightstand by her. "How was school? Do you have homework?"

"The usual," Henry shrugged, "I need to revise a bit for a test. That's all."

Emma moved to sit up as well. Suddenly it was cold without Regina's hot body wrapped around her. "Need some help with that, kid?" Emma asked but Henry shook his head no with a smile.

"Maybe we can order in something for dinner. I think I can stomach more than a bowl of soup…" Regina sent Emma an amused smile. "I don't mean that it wasn't good, really I am shocked, Swan," she chuckled, pulling Henry into an embrace.

The blonde snorted softly. "I guess I will have to surprise you some more with my simple recipes," the Savior teased back as Henry fell into the embrace, moving his arms tight around Regina's middle.

"Could we have pizza? Or maybe Chinese? Oh, or perhaps Italian, although none is as good as yours, mom."

"Chinese sounds good," Regina murmured against his head, meeting Emma's eyes. Her eyes shone a bit. She was really happy when Henry held her like this. He meant everything to her and now he was happy, with both of them and Regina couldn't ask anything more from life.

Emma smiled at the brunette as their eyes met. It made her feel warm inside because she felt everything was going to be okay between them once more. Or perhaps even better than okay.

"Now go to your room and change. I want you done with school stuff before dinner, then maybe we can watch something together. Of course, that is if Emma isn't fed up with me and wants to stay."

Henry looked up to the blonde with pleading eyes. "Please Ma… It'd be nice. We never spend time together anymore."

"We can work on that one, I promise… We'll spend more time together whenever we can manage," Emma promised and leaned in to kiss his forehead. "I could stay the night, if you don't mind. You know, if you needed anything," Emma turned to Regina. "I have a night shift tomorrow so I'm not on call."

The Savior didn't want to leave the Queen until she felt better as she knew how the woman could be. She would like to take care of everything right away.

Regina shrugged, "If you don't mind sleeping on the floor." She licked her lips.

Yes, she wouldn't mind sharing her bed with the blonde, but well, it was always easier to sass. Her heart would probably beat too quickly, but in the end she was too worn out by the flu.

"I thought you had a free bed in the guest room," Emma smiled gently as she knew Regina probably wouldn't want them to sleep together. "But the floor is okay too," she added playfully with a shrug.

Henry smiled widely, moving off the bed.

"So we are going to eat dinner in your bed, mom?"

"Just this once…" she muttered, leaning back against the headboard. She picked up her phone and started going through Chinese restaurant's menu. She chose sweet and sour chicken with veggie noodles for herself as always. "Tell me, Emma, what do you want?"

Emma leaned closer to Regina to peek at the phone as the woman was scrolling through the menu. "That Shrimp Lo Mein looks good. A large portion, of course."

Henry was jumping up and down on the bed, going on about fried ice cream.