A/N: I didn't like the reset on the show, so this will be the final chapter. I've attempted to reset the reset.

Emma loved the way Regina smelled. There was always a very light scent of expensive perfume, a musk of some sort that could only be detected by one close enough to hold her. And who had ever been close enough to hold her? Emma had encountered it several times, as she had invaded her personal space on more than one occasion in anger. But, certainly, she didn't wear it for her. No, she must've had the expectation, that at any moment, there would be someone close to her… wanting to hold her. This felt desperately sad to Emma.

Beyond the light scent of perfume, was another trace, that was just, somehow, Regina. It reminded Emma of the woods after a rain shower: fresh and wild. It was probably something from the Enchanted Forest. Who knew? But she had never smelled it on her mother, whom she had hugged many times. It was somehow, just the essence of Regina: wild and exciting.

Emma looked down at the woman she held in her arms. She was wild and exciting! It was like she was holding a captured creature, a contained explosion. I have never known anyone like this: powerful, vulnerable, unpredictable. How is it she loves me? Emma regarded her beauty. She looked like an angel when she slept. Hell, she looked like an angel when she was awake; except for when she was threatening to kill someone! But, she had to admit to herself, she liked that, too. She was attracted to Regina's dangerous side: her power and certainty. That was something she had never had… certainty.

Certainty: what a strange word. She had been a bail bondsman, a bounty hunter. She was tough, hard and self-sufficient. She knew it all! Suddenly this kid shows up in her life claiming to be her son and spouting nonsense about fairy tale characters being real. Now here she was, making love to the evil queen. After all this time denying her feelings, there was only one certainty: she was holding the woman she loved, an untamed beauty. Can I tame her? Do I want to?

Regina rested soundly in warm, strong arms. It was hard to believe this was true. No one ever just held her, let her know she was safe and loved. This was all she had ever wanted, all she ever needed. Her mother had always made her feel somehow unworthy. She had been nothing more than a possession to be sold off to the richest bidder. An empty vessel to be filled with all her mother's dreams, ambitions, evil. And she had failed at all of that: not powerful enough, nor ambitious enough, nor evil enough. She was flawed glass with tiny fissures that allowed all her mother had poured in to seep out slowly, leaving her empty. This vexed her still, even though, by this point, she knew it shouldn't. I'm sorry mother. I'm sorry I wasn't good enough!

Yet, somehow, someone was holding her, loving her. Not just someone: Emma. Like a white knight, she was: all shiny and brave and noble, a golden child who bore the weight of her destiny with grace. "I am responsible for that destiny," Regina thought, rather sadly, to herself. Do I even deserve her? Will I fail her, as well? She wanted to shatter the receptacle she had become and create herself anew. I'll do anything to make her happy. She felt Emma stir.

"You know, Tink was in here eye-balling us," Emma sighed as she laid a kiss upon Regina's head.

"Yes. Thanks for not saying anything."

"No worries. She's your friend."

"She is," Regina smiled as she ran her hand over Emma's breasts. She lifted her head to engage Emma's lips in a kiss.

"Mmmm…" she purred as she returned the kiss and locked her legs between Regina's. "I kind of like this."

"I could stay this way forever," Regina responded by running her hand up and down Emma's back. "I love you, Emma."

"I love you, too, Regina," Emma replied. She reflected upon what she had just declared. "It feels weird to be able to say that."

"Weird how?"

"I dunno'. Just after all this time, everything we've been through, to finally be able to say it… right out loud," she smiled. "It feels good."

"It does feel good," Regina agreed. "As I said, I wish we could stay this way forever."

"Me too, but we have a lot to do today."

The two women lay face-to-face. Emma stared into Regina's eyes. How remarkably expressive they were! Whether flashing with anger, or tearing up with hurt, or twinkling with satisfaction, or helplessly vulnerable, one need look no further than Regina's eyes to know exactly what she was feeling. Emma loved her eyes. Right now, they were adorably warm and affectionate.

"We have much to do," Regina smiled as she traced the shape of Emma's lips with her finger. "Might as well get up. Our hot chocolate is cold," she breathed into Emma's neck as she laid kisses behind her ear and down her shoulder. She took a breast into her mouth, lightly sucking on her nipple.

"Oh God," Emma sighed deeply.

"No use laying around here any longer," Regina moved to the other breast. "Unless you can think of a reason why we should…"

"Um... please?"

"Are you sure?"

"You had me at hot chocolate," Emma smiled down at her.

"One more time then," Regina lifted an eyebrow as she continued a trail of kisses down her body.

"Oh, God, yes…" were the last words Emma uttered before giving over to absolute pleasure.

/

How long had it been? Minutes? Hours? Days? It didn't seem to matter. They were immersed in a lover's paradise. Feelings held in, seemingly unrequited, released at long last with extreme passion. Neither wanted to let go. Both knew they had to do just that. They lay silent in each other's arms once again. Finally, Emma whispered…

"I'm afraid of what happens now."

"Don't be afraid, Emma, I'll take care of you."

"But what if you can't? What if we lose each other?"

Regina tenderly brushed a strand of hair from Emma's face.

"What is it that you want, my darling? What is most important to you?"

"I want everyone to be safe."

"And beyond that?"

"I want to be with you and with Henry. I want to be a family."

Regina felt herself overwhelmed by a kind of love she had never experienced before. "I want that, too," she whispered.

"Can you make that happen?"

"Everyone safe and you and me and Henry together? I think so. But there may be a price."

"Aw," Emma sighed, "Not the price of magic thing again. I am so sick of that."

"It's just the way it is. It's like an exchange of energy: something's lost; something's gained. But things are not the same."

"Again with the cryptic. Just out with it woman!" Emma tickled Regina's side.

"Stop," Regina grabbed her hand as she laughed.

"Not until you explain your plan! Don't make me tickle it out of you!"

"Okay, okay… stop!"

Emma wrapped her up in a tight embrace. "Explain."

"For starters, I'm going to need that scroll back."

"The one with the curse on it?"

"Right. We're probably going to need the black fairy's wand, as well."

"Whoa," Emma looked at her incredulously. "There's a black fairy? You have got to be shitting me!"

"There are more things in heaven and earth, yadda, yadda…"

"I don't even know why I bother to ask."

"Good. You're learning," Regina smirked.

Emma repaid her with a swat on the ass.

"Ooh, I kinda' like that, you know?"

Emma rolled her eyes and shook her head. Couldn't have guessed that! She paused for a moment. "Um, Regina, whatever happens out there today, promise me you won't go all heart-snatching and fireball throwing violent, okay?"

Regina eyed her curiously. "Whatever could you mean?"

"You have a temper. I just need to know that you can keep it harnessed."

"Of course. Unless someone gets in my way or pisses me off."

"That's not much of a concession, Babe. Just don't make me restrain you again."

"When did you ever restrain me?"

"I've stopped you before, like in Neverland, for example."

"I let you stop me. Believe me, if I had wanted to destroy those boys, nothing would have gotten in my way."

"I do realize that, but all the same, keep a lid on it today, okay? And no death threats while I'm at it."

"Really, Emma, you take all the fun out of being wicked and powerful."

Emma shook her head silently.

"All this talk of harnesses and restraints," Regina continued. "Are you trying to get me hot and bothered again?"

They shared a smile before Emma sighed, "You are so bad."

"It would probably be best not to let on to others about this… um, us," Regina said thoughtfully.

"Why? I'm not ashamed."

"Neither am I, Emma." Regina quickly placed her hand on the side of her face and kissed her lips. "That's not it. It's just that there will be hard choices. Emotions will be running high. We don't need any distractions."

"Roger that, keep it on the down-low. Act like normal. It will be hard, but I'm pretty good at putting on a tough exterior."

"I've noticed." Regina's smiled. "My little hard-ass." Another kiss. Regina's voice turned serious. "Emma, it's possible I will have to send people back to where they came from."

"To the Enchanted Forest? What's wrong with that? Seems like folks would want that."

"Your parents are from the Enchanted Forest."

The realization jolted Emma. She was silent for a long moment. "Oh," she finally offered. "Is that what's going to happen?"

She looked like a crestfallen, lost little girl. Regina thought her heart would break.

"I won't know until I have the scroll. We'll just have to see how things play out. I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I wish I could give you better answers. Just follow my lead today. Trust me."

"Whatever happens, Regina, promise me you won't leave me."

Regina didn't answer. Emma reached over and took something off the nightstand. She placed the small, golden ring of woven hair into Regina's palm and pressed her hand together.

"Promise you won't forget me."

Regina opened her hand. The small keepsake lay in her palm. With her other hand, she passed over it slowly, emanating a purple light. The ring glowed momentarily, and then returned to normal.

"And that was?" Emma queried.

"A remembrance spell. I will never forget you!"

/

Regina was passed out on the ground… again. As soon as she had touched that stupid scroll, she just dropped. What had happened? They had successfully procured the Black Fairy's wand, exchanged Pan and Henry's bodies, returned the scroll and suddenly the woman she loved was on the ground sans consciousness? This was not part of the plan. Emma knew better than to have anyone wake her, but her.

"Regina, Regina, Regina!" she called desperately.

Finally, Regina regained consciousness. "Emma," she whispered.

Emma's heart skipped a beat. Thank God! With the help of Henry, she lifted her to her feet. But, something was wrong. Emma just knew it.

"What happened?! You okay?" she asked anxiously.

Regina seemed different to Emma. What had the scroll done to her? She eyed her intently as Regina breathed out: "I saw what needed to be done."

What did that mean, Emma wondered. She couldn't lose her now. The plan had to stay the same. Regina had promised not to forget her. She had promised that they would be a family with Henry, hadn't she? As much as she would miss her parents, and she would, the truth was she had grown up and lived for 28 years without them. Neverland had revealed to her the sadness of her relationship with them: Snow's grief that she had not been able to raise her, her desire for another child, one that would truly be hers, her own realization that she was a lost girl, orphaned by her parents, left to her own devices. And yet, somehow, she didn't blame them for any of it. Not her mother or father, not Regina or Rumple… it just was what it was. Her own regret about giving up her child, might not ever go away. Yet, if she hadn't, she would not be here… now. Everything had happened to bring her to this moment: to Regina and Henry. The animosity between her and Regina seemed but foreplay now. The moment she had touched Regina, truly touched her, had brought her magic and love and belonging. It was as if all the cosmic tumblers had fallen into place and opened a door upon a world that she had never thought possible. She had finally managed to find a family of her own. She could not lose it now!

"Mom, are you going to be okay?" Henry asked.

"The important thing is… you will be," Regina replied as she lifted his chin.

Emma did not have time to process what was happening before Pan showed up and froze them. Froze them in a family embrace: her, Regina and Henry. Do your worst, Pan! I have what's mine! She listened, motionless, as Pan decided on whom to kill first: Neal or Belle. Fucking little prick. I should've let Regina kill him in Neverland! Suddenly, there was Mr. Gold. She watched as he made the ultimate sacrifice and Belle crumpled to the ground in grief as father and son disappeared, unfrozen too late to intervene. She wanted to run to Belle and throw her arms around her. But her gut told her to stay close to Regina and Henry. Something was coming. Something bad.

Regina moved forward and picked up the scroll. All eyes were upon her. Neal, Hook and Snow all turned to her, looking for answers. "That's my girl," Emma thought. "The brightest one in the room." I know she'll have the answer.

Suddenly, the curse was upon them. Emma looked furtively at Regina. C'mon, Babe. Regina started backing up… away from the curse. Uh-oh. Emma placed her hand upon her back.

"Gold said there was a price," she blurted out. "What was the price?"

Regina turned to her. "It's not our price. It's mine."

Emma stood stunned. "What are you talking about?"

"It's what I felt when I first held it. I have to say goodbye to the thing I love most."

As usual, Regina's eyes said it all. As she looked at Emma, sadness was reflected in two achingly beautiful pools of brown. Emma gazed at her in disbelief. No. Not us. Not our family! She immediately turned to Henry as he drew near.

"Henry?" she questioned. Surely she would not abandon them. Surely she would not abandon her son!

"I can never see you again. I have no choice. I have to undo what I started."

No! This was just not the plan! Emma listened in shocked disbelief as Regina went on to explain how the only way to break the new curse was to undo the old and send everyone back to where they "belonged." She felt like shouting at her: "What, in the fuck, are you doing?" But, somehow, she still had to believe, hope against hope, that Regina had a plan. What did she say? Follow her lead? Trust her? Right about now, she was freaking out. Regina was so good at playing things off. God, I hope she knows what she's doing!

As they made their way to the town line, Emma kept staring desperately at Regina, hoping for a clue. Nothing. Why is she doing this to me? It became apparent to Emma, that one part of what Regina had predicted earlier in bed would have to come to pass: everyone would have to be sent back to where they came from. She did warn me about this.

She gave her parents a heartfelt hug goodbye and made the appropriate gestures to Hook and Neal. But, she was still waiting for Regina to reveal her plan to her. Finally, she spoke.

"Emma, there's something I haven't told you yet."

Emma was emotionally depleted. She looked into Regina's eyes desperately trying to read what had always been transparent to her. Nothing.

"What now?" she voiced nervously.

"When the curse washes over us, it will send us all back. Nothing will be left behind… including your memories. It's just what the curse does. So these last few years, will be gone from both your memories."

This was just unacceptable. Had Regina lied? Had the last few weeks been a dream? No! She had to fight for her!

"What will happen to us?" she asked in a daze.

"I don't know," was Regina's sincere reply.

Emma was incredulous. "Doesn't seem much like a happy ending," she finally managed as she felt her heart shatter into a million pieces.

"It's not," Regina's voice was breaking. "But I can give you one."

I know you can! You're the only happy ending I want! I'm waiting. "You can preserve our memories?"

"I can give you new ones."

No wait. What?

Regina took her hand. "My gift to you is good memories, a good life for you and Henry. You'll have never given him up. You'll have always been together."

Whoa! Wait a minute! Regina's powerful and such, but this? This isn't even what I wanted!

"But it won't be real."

It was then that Emma felt a pressure on her hand. Regina was looking her in the eyes, and she could see grief reflected there. She was pressing something into her hand, hard.

"Now go. The curse will be here any minute," Regina said as she kissed Henry on the head. She still eyed Emma.

Emma looked around not knowing what to think. She felt Regina's arm quickly graze her own as she turned to the others.

"Now put it in your pocket," she whispered discretely as Snow walked up for one last hug.

Emma quickly dispatched the small white envelope into her jacket pocket before embracing her Mom. She turned to Regina. Nothing but tears reflected there. What is going on here? "Trust me," she had said. "I do," Emma thought. But every fiber of her being was crying out in pain and confusion. Too late! Ominous green clouds filled the sky. The curse was here! She guided Henry quickly to the car. Her last look at Storybrooke was through the rear view mirror as she watched the woman she cherished lift her hands to the heavens and emit immense power into the sky. God, I love her. That was her last memory of Regina Mills.

/

"Hey kid, it's a long trip back to New York. There's a campground up ahead. I've got the tent in the trunk. Let's have a weeny roast!"

"Okay," Henry sighed. "But all of this is not right! We left Snow White and Prince Charming and my other Mom back in a cloud of purple haze."

"Listen, first of all, I'm your Mom. You have no other. Second of all, Snow White and Prince Charming are fairy tale characters. And third, Purple Haze is a song by Jimi Hendrix. Really, kid, I don't know where you get this stuff."

"I remember," he shook his head.

They stopped at a campground and Emma effortlessly erected the tent. She gathered wood for a fire. She sat there with Henry, gazing at the unlit fire and wondering why her heart felt, suddenly, so desperate and aching.

"Are you forgetting something?" her son queried.

"Oh yeah." She flicked her wrist and ignited the fire.

"There!" he shouted at her as he pointed towards the fire. "There! That's proof of what I'm saying! How did you do that if there is no magic and my Mom didn't teach you that?"

"I am your Mom, Henry. What is wrong with you?"

"There's nothing wrong with me! There's something wrong with you! I don't even feel like eating. I'm going to bed."

"Adolescents," Emma shook her head. But she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. There was an emptiness inside her that she couldn't quite explain. "I am way too young for a midlife crisis," she mused as she threw a rock at the fire. What is wrong with me?

Something else suddenly occurred to her: How did I light that fire?

/

Emma had to schlep all their gear up by herself. Henry had run ahead without helping. Just lucky he held the elevator for me, I guess. Thought I raised him with better manners! As they exited the lift, Henry ran ahead once again.

"Thanks, kid!" Emma called after him. She was bothered, not just by Henry's odd behavior, but by her own sense that something was off. How had she been able to light a fire with a wave of her hand? Spontaneous combustion was a possibility, but none of the elements were present for that. Even more concerning: why had she thought she could do it? She felt uneasy. Something was definitely wrong. She just couldn't put her finger on it. What's wrong with me?

Henry had left the door open for her. She dropped the bags as she entered the apartment. Her son was already perched upon the couch actively engaged with his iPad. Probably more Space Invaders she thought. Suddenly there was a noise from the bedroom.

"Get behind me, Henry," Emma commanded as she quickly drew her gun.

A cat burst out of the room knocking over a plant as he did so. Emma rested her cheek on both hands, which were still gripped tightly around her gun.

"Jeez, Mom, you almost shot Figaro! What's the matter with you?" Henry complained as the cat settled down beside him, purring furiously.

"Just a little tense, I guess. Sorry."

"You should be," a woman appeared at the bedroom door. "Catricide is punishable by death in some realms."

Emma immediately pointed her gun at the woman. "What the fuck?"

"Mom!" Henry yelled in delight as he ran into the woman's arms.

"Henry! Get away from her!" Emma was in a panic.

"Put the gun down, Mom!" Henry pleaded. "It's Mom!"

"Henry, you're not making any sense! Now get away from her! She's obviously a home invader!" Emma eyed the other woman up and down. She was beautiful and impeccably dressed. She kept her eyes and gun trained on the stranger as she muttered, "A very fashionable home invader, but a home invader none-the-less!"

"Henry," the woman smiled down at him. "Do as Emma says."

"No, Mom! She'll shoot you!"

"Do you really believe I would let that happen?" she smiled as she kissed his head. "It'll be okay, really."

"Henry," Emma commanded, "Move away!"

The strange woman smiled down at Henry and nodded as the boy finally released his grip around her waist and moved away.

"Don't shoot her, Mom," Henry begged as he stood to the side.

"Okay, Emma, what's it going to be?" she smirked.

"How do you know my name?" Emma demanded. She didn't know why, but she couldn't quite shake the feeling that there was something familiar about this woman. Was it her scent? Something in her eyes?

"Check your pocket. I gave you something the last time we saw one and other," the woman replied.

"Look, bitch, I'm NYPD. I can drop you with a single shot and no one will question it, seeing as you're standing in my house, threatening my son!" Emma used her toughest voice. To her amazement, the woman laughed.

"Threatening… really? Go ahead and shoot then, by all means!"

"Just check your pocket, Mom," Henry pleaded.

Emma kept one hand on her gun, pointed at the woman, while she reached into her pocket.

"Not that one," the stranger complained as she rolled her eyes.

"Okay then," Emma sneered at her. "I'll bite… which pocket?"

"The breast pocket," the woman's eyes glanced seductively at her.

Emma was dismayed. Her eyes are taking a walk all over my body! Who does she think she is? She reached into her breast pocket and pulled out a small, white envelope.

"Henry, take this," she ordered as she placed it in his hand. "Open it."

Henry did as she asked.

"What is it?"

"I don't know, Mom. Here," he placed a delicate ring of woven hair into her hand. For the first time, Emma took her eyes off the intruder. She watched as the ring glowed momentarily, and then returned to normal. She looked back up at the woman before her.

"Regina?"

"Hello, Emma."

A flood of memories came rushing back to her. They washed over her like a wave.

"Oh my God, Regina!"

She realized she was still pointing her gun at her. She consciously relaxed her arm and carefully placed the gun on the table. Her lips began to quiver as tears filled her eyes.

"Oh my God, Regina," she repeated as her voice trembled. She stood stunned and motionless for a moment.

"Emma?"

The sound of her voice, the radiance of her smile, the warmth of her eyes: Emma rushed into her arms. They embraced for a long time as both cried. Then green eyes met brown and they engaged in a passionate kiss.

"Ahem," Henry interrupted, "child in the room."

Both women smiled down at him as they simultaneously uttered, "Sorry, Henry."

"It's okay," he stated nonchalantly. "I kinda' knew anyway."

"What? How?" Regina queried. "We didn't even know until recently?"

"The way you look at each other and then fight with each other and then look at each other again," he shrugged. "It's only like in about a thousand movies."

"Smart kid," Emma smiled at Regina.

"And you're okay with this? Um… us?" Regina asked intently.

"Sure. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Very smart kid," Regina nodded at Emma.

"You have a lot of explaining to do, Missy," Emma said as she took Regina's hand and sat on the couch with Henry and Figaro. "I should've shot you just for what you put me through! I was desperate and you didn't give me a clue! I thought you had to pay the price. What happened?"

"I took a chance that the remembrance spell I put on the ring would work. I took a chance that you would trust me."

"I did trust you. I followed your lead. But then I lost you! Why didn't you have to go back to the Enchanted Forest, as well?"

"And live with your Mom and Dad and the fairy folk and everyone else there who hates me? Not very likely. Look, I cast the spell; I caused the curse. I wasn't a victim of it. I could always move about as I pleased. Really, Emma, next thing I know you'd have me joining up with Robin Hood and all his Merry Men!"

"Perish the thought," Emma shook her head.

"No. I just had to take care of you. Give you what you wanted. Give Henry what he wanted. Pretty much give everyone what they wanted."

"But why was my memory washed?"

"That was the curse. There was nothing I could do about that. Like I said, I took a chance on the spell I cast on the ring."

"But why wasn't Henry's memory washed, as well?"

"That's a good question. I don't know."

They both looked over to Henry.

He merely shrugged once again. "Can I go to my room now? I want to play video games with my friends."

Emma and Regina eyed each other. "Um, sure, honey," Emma finally replied.

Henry enveloped them both in a huge embrace. "I'm so happy we're together. I love you so much. This is the family I always wanted!"

With that, he scooped up his iPad and disappeared into his room.

"So, our life here is real?" Emma questioned. "Henry has real friends, I'm really a cop?"

"Yes. I thought you'd like that."

"But how, Regina?"

Regina eyed her incredulously. "Magic… duh!"

/

As early morning light streamed into the bedroom, Regina was dressed only in Emma's pajama top as she sat, legs straddling her lover, her breasts pressed against Emma's bare back. She held her in a loving embrace, at one moment kissing her bare shoulder, the next resting her head on her neck.

"It's good to be here with you," Emma sighed as she relaxed back into Regina's arms.

"I know. I mean the stores alone…"

"Not New York, silly. I mean with you, here in bed."

Regina tightened her embrace. "I know that."

"The skylight here in the master bedroom was a nice touch, by the way."

"Thanks. I definitely like it. I like the idea of people watching us."

"You are a twisted woman, Babe. Besides, there's probably just one guy out there, watching us. He has no teeth or hair, never bathes, and weighs 300 pounds. He bought his telescope mail order 'cause he never goes out!"

"Eew," Regina complained. "You ruined my fantasy! I'm going to send a locater spell and gouge his eyes out!"

Emma shook her head and chuckled in spite of herself. "You are just so wrong in so many ways. But I am a cop now, so try to curb your violent tendencies."

"Yes officer."

"Regina," she hesitated, "How can this be? I have all these memories of you and of Storybrooke and of my life there and all these new memories of being with Henry and my friends at work and being a cop and all. I'm a little confused."

"There are an infinite number of universes, and everything that could possibly have happened in your past, but did not, has occurred in the past of some other universe. I just stitched a patch from another universe."

"Um… what?"

"They're all real. It's basic quantum physics. Just go with it. Don't overthink things. Just be happy. I gave you a good job, a nice apartment with tasteful prints on the wall, nice pajamas…"

"The P.J.'s are hardly your style."

"No. But I thought you'd like them. Do you?"

"Yes. Very much so."

"So just go with it then," she nuzzled her neck.

"But what about my parents?" She turned to face her as they reclined on the bed.

"Oh, I forgot to mention that. I have this crystal ball thing."

"Shut, the fuck, up!"

"Yeah, it's like skype, only magic. We can talk inter-dimensionally!"

"Can we ever go back there? To the Enchanted Forest?"

"With you and me, our magic combined, I think anything is possible. But who wants to go to that dreary place anyway? New York suits me."

Emma traced the outline of Regina's cheek with her finger, resting it upon the corner of her mouth. "What about Henry?"

"What about Henry?" Regina's eyes became seductive as she drew the finger slowly into her mouth sucking on it sensuously.

"He should have lost his memories, too. Why didn't he?" Emma stated softly as she felt herself becoming aroused.

"Perhaps our baby has some magic of his own," Regina smiled before she turned Emma onto her back and began kissing her mouth, her neck, her breasts, her stomach. "Right now," she sidled back up Emma's body, "I would rather concentrate on our magic."

"Okay, for now," Emma responded as she lightly kissed her lips. "But only because it's a Saturday and I don't like to think too much on the weekend. But, we are, for sure, going to revisit this."

"You're ruining my mood."

"I'm sorry, but we need to discuss!"

"I finally settle in a place that can truly appreciate an evil queen, New York City, with my son and my true love and we're going to have to discuss?"

"It's not always about you, Babe."

"Sure it is."

"Regina?" Emma eyed her reproachfully.

"I mean, unless I'm sacrificing myself completely for your happiness like I did back in Storybrooke."

"Another thing we need to discuss."

"God, Emma, maybe I made a mistake." Regina pouted and turned her back to her.

"Get over here," Emma said as she rolled her over into an embrace. "I love you. Even when I didn't remember you, I knew something was missing. I never want to lose you again." She kissed her brow, her neck, her lips. "But, if Henry has powers, magic, we need to discuss it. I mean, what if this whole thing isn't your magic, but something Henry did?"

"Maybe," Regina was still pouting.

Emma trailed her hand down her body until she reached the drenched place between her thighs.

"Now, let's get back to our magic."

Regina relented as she moved uncontrollably under Emma's hand.

"If you insist," she smiled angelically. "It is Saturday."

/

Henry had been busy chatting online all night.

Wizard Boy: Yeah, my Mom still thinks it was her spell. Something about a lame love ring.

Hermione 2,769: Tots redonk!

Thestral Dog: Dude, you pulled it off… expelliarmus!

Wizard Boy: It was more like expecto patronum, but wut ev.

Hermione 2,769: You didn't use finite incantatem?

Wizard Boy: Of course. But they're in love so it was like duh 101.

Hermione 2,769: Aah, grown-ups are so cute!

Thestral Dog: R U a happy panda now?

Wizard Boy: Got my family back, dog. Tres cool!

Thestral Dog: Jeah boi!

Wizard Boy: What?

Hermione 2,769: You da man!

Wizard Boy: I knew that. I am the man! Master of the Universe!

Thestral Dog: So quidditch in the park today?

Wizard Boy: IDK. I'll have to ask my Moms.

And they all lived happily ever after!