Henry and Emma had been moved into the mansion for about a month. Needless to say, Henry was very unwilling to do anything. Everything became a fight with him. Also needless to say, Emma wanted to kick his bitch baby ass, but Regina wouldn't let her.

He was cooped up in his room, away from the 'impending disaster area'. Emma and Regina had been sitting on the couch in the living room. Regina had that ebony Gibson Dove on her knee, "You know I've found the song that fits you perfectly."

Emma grinned, "Oh yeah, what's that?"

"'Man Who Can't Be Moved'."

"The Script? Really?"

Regina nodded, "You can't. You don't sway for love. You don't sway for me. You can't be moved. You're strong and stable."

Emma crab-walked from her side of the couch to suction herself to Regina's side. She kissed her cheek, "Play it."

Regina kissed her lips and began the song. In the middle of the chorus they both heard the front door slam shut. Immediately, Regina poofed leaving behind the guitar and Emma.

Henry barreled into her as he didn't see her puff of smoke form at the end of the walkway. She held onto him to make sure he didn't fall. Once he straightened he tried to move around her, but she stopped him.

"Let me go."

"No."

"Mom! Please! Let me go! Let me go! I can't… I can't! Just please let me go!" Henry had tears in his eyes and his look was completely desperate.

Regina shook her head and placed her hands on her hips more for her own strength than to intimidate him, "No."

"Why?"

"Because you and I need to talk."

"Well, you're a little busy with my mom all the time."

"Henry…" Regina slowly reached out and ran her fingers gently through his hair and down his cheek to his chin so that his eyes would go to hers, "We've been trying to give you space. Trying to show you that we as a couple are not this evil force you think we'll become… We've been waiting for you to talk to us. We know we can talk to you; we also know that you give us grunts and one word answers before running to your room and slamming the door."

"Well, what do you want from me?" He pushed her hand from his face and crossed his arms in defense.

"My son." The tears came to her eyes before she could stop them, urge them back.

He stared at her then looked down and started kicking at the pavement, "I'm right here."

"No." She shook her head, "You aren't."

"I want to be here. I want to believe that you won't hurt my mom. I want to trust you and love you because mom thinks you deserve it and she's got good instincts. But I… I just… can't… I don't know why I can't, I just can't!"

"If I were to show you everything I have hidden from you, would that change your mind?"

"I don't know." He muttered.

Regina gave a resolute sigh. "Henry?"

"What?"

She offered her hand, "Come on."

He took her hand trusting her. Something changed in the look she gave him when she offered the hand that compelled him to take it and trust her. Then, Regina marched them back inside.

"Where the hell did you think you were—"

"No, no." Regina put a hand up and non-magically hushed the blonde from scolding their son, "Not now. You can talk to him later. Now it's Regina-Henry time." She ushered to boy ahead of her and marched him to the door that lead to the basement.

They got down there and the witch magicked the lights on, "Everything down here is or can be used for magic. I have potions, remedies, spell books, curse books, artifacts—few things you probably didn't even think were possible. We can go through all of it. You can ask me anything. You can come down here anytime so long as you're supervised."

Henry looked around the room and saw what looked like a mini-lab set up, "What's that?" He pointed.

"Oh." She said after seeing what he was pointing at, "Dr. Whale had a patient earlier this week with necrotizing fasciitis."

"Necro-what?"

"Flesh eating bacteria."

"Coooool." The boy made his way over to the microscope and looked in the lenses.

Regina hid her grin and continued on, "But the most peculiar thing about the case was that it came on from what seemed to be nothing. Turned out the man was a fae. A dream weaver in particular, and had entered the subconscious of a very scared, very imaginative young boy, who planted the bacteria in a pond in his dream."

"And that gave the actual guy the bacteria?"

Regina nodded, "Dr. Whale had to put him in therapy to work on not harming, or scaring the beings' dreams he enters, and I had to tweak a potion here and there to bend to the will of the boy's dream bacteria versus the real stuff."

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After going through most of the stuff in the basement, Regina poofed them to her father's tomb. They pushed the grave aside together and went below.

"I know you've been here before, but I wanted to give you the chance to ask me anything you wanted to know…"

Henry stared at a wooden box, but kept behind his mother. He knew that box. He knew that the snakes were in that box, "How do those things stay alive if they're in that box and have been in that box for so long?"

Regina smirked, "They're magical. They're like genie's, but you don't have to rub the box and you don't get three wishes. You have to tell them what you want before you let them out and as long as they get to kill, they're happy."

"Why keep them?"

"Well, I'd certainly hate for them to get into the wrong hands…" She said seriously.

Henry nodded and looked around. He pulled the curtain on the wall of hearts, "Are these them?"

"These them?"

"Are these the hearts of all the people you've taken?"

Regina took in a shaky breath, "They were, yes."

"They were?"

She waved the small vaults open and let Henry look inside.

"There's nothing in them…" He looked up in question.

"Yes…" She nodded, "I had lots of time as the mayor when I wasn't Reid. I told Gayle to call all the people that the hearts belonged to and I gave them back. Also, on a completely unrelated note, I decided to add onto the park to make it larger and more convenient for everyone." She shrugged.

Henry knit his brows, "How was I able to talk to you if Reid was having breakfast with my mom that one time?"

"Reid was having breakfast with your mother, but I had Gayle's calls to me sent to my cell and I magicked it so that my voice would alter through the connection. So, when she told me that you wanted to see me, I told her I'd be right there, I told Emma you were there and not to worry, and walked out of the diner to the alley then poofed as myself back to my office."

Henry had wide, interested eyes as he nodded, "That's kind of cool. I mean, it's mean because you were lying and deceiving, but it's kind of cool." He sat on the ground and looked around at everything.

Regina joined him on the ground, "Yeah, I know a lot of cool things… I could show you sometime. I'm sure you have magic in you somewhere. Your mother does, she just refuses to learn."

"Why my mom?" Henry asked as he sat back on his hands and looked at his brunette mother. Regina gave him a questioning look, "Why her? Why is she the savior? Why is she in love with you if you're the evil queen?"

"I don't know." Regina shook her head and shrugged as she spoke, then thought a moment, "Rumple made it so. And as for her love, I didn't ask for it. It just… happened."

"How?"

"How did it happen?"

He nodded, "How did you fall in love with her?"

Regina smiled and looked down. She played with the dirt as she thought about it, "The moment I knew I was in love with her was just as I thought our fifth date was ending. On our fourth she asked what I'd always secretly loved. She knew from my story in that book of yours that I love riding horses, but she wanted to know if there was anything else I loved more. I told her it was music." She looked at him and decided to explain, "When I saw the lutenist at the balls my mother made me go to, I always wanted to play duets. I'd secretly stowed a lute away and taught myself when my mother wasn't around. I became pretty good if I do say so myself." She gave the boy a grin.

"You're good at guitar…" He provided.

"Yes. Here in this land I rather enjoy guitar. I know I never really played the one we had when you were awake or at home, but I played in my down time." She shook her head to get back on track, this opening up to her son stuff just kind of opened up a floodgate, "Anyways… On our fifth date, Emma took me to the stables and we rode a horse together for a while, but your mother kept hinting that we should go in certain directions." She smiled in memory of Emma's antics, "Eventually we wound up at the top of a hill under a tree at a clearing that overlooked all the trees and a couple ponds and the ocean on the horizon. She had a picnic basket set up under the tree before we got there… It was beautiful."

Her smile widened to a grin, then as she looked to Henry, she became serious, alerting the boy that she was getting to the point of his question, "Then as the evening turned to night, we went back to the stables and she wanted to 'explore'. She said she'd never really been inside a stable and wanted to see what was above the horses. Begrudgingly, thinking we weren't supposed to go up there, I followed her up the ladder to find a shiny new, ebony Gibson Dove."

"That guitar you were playing when I met you.. When I met Reid"

"Yes." She nodded, "I was shocked, but Emma told me it was okay to be up in that loft and that I could play it. So I did. That moment was when I knew I was in love with her. We eventually went back home for a while and I played her the song I was singing when you both came into the shop."

"So that's why Reid opened up a music shop and was a lutenist in the other realm. Because you love music so much?"

"Yes…" She said with a genuine smile.

"But how did it happen?"

"What? The two of us? How did we begin?" Henry nodded in answer, "She initiated it. And I… couldn't stop her."

"Why?"

"She's just so damn…charming, like her father. She wouldn't shut up or take no for an answer."

"So, wait. You… you tried to stop her?"

Regina gave a genuine laugh, "Of course I tried to stop her! She was supposed to be my enemy... She was supposed to hurt me. But she didn't. She saved me from everything. She saved me from myself. That's all she does is save me."

This whole time, he'd thought that she had pursued Emma, not the other way around. He thought that Emma was under some sort of fascination curse or spell or something that made her want the other woman so much that she actually fell in love with her. But he was wrong. This whole time he'd been wrong. His blonde mother wanted his brunette mother, and his brunette mother tried to push her away.

This changed everything.

"Emma asked you?" He looked into his mother's eyes and saw what he didn't think he saw on her and Emma's first 17th date. He saw complete compassion, adoration and hope.

"Yes…" Regina saw the panicked look on his face and when she noticed his breathing become erratic, she pushed onto her knees, "Is everything alright? Henry." She put her hands out, silently asking what she could do.

He'd never felt like this before. He couldn't catch his breath. He realized he was crying as it finally dawned on him, "I was the enemy!" He screamed and continued crying.

Regina quickly enveloped him in a hug, "Shh… It's all right. It's all right. I'm right here." She swayed with him, soothing him. "You're not the enemy, honey." She kissed his hair.

"Yes." He said through a sob, "Yes I am! I thought I was doing what was right, I thought I was protecting the savior, but I was wrong!"

Regina sat with him and rocked him back and forth much like she did when he was young and had had a nightmare, "Calm down, Henry." She ran her fingers through his hair and down his back, "We have time. There's plenty of time to talk."

Eventually Henry calmed. He had fallen sideways against Regina's front, holding one of her arms tight. His head rested on the crook of the arm he was holding and he stared down at her shoes. One of his hands moved to hers and held tight.

"I was the bad guy." He said hoarsely.

"And why do you think that?" Regina, with her free hand stroking his head and shoulder, asked.

"Because I kept you guys apart. I… I thought that's what the book said needed to happen. I thought… I thought…" He shrugged.

"You thought you were protecting someone you loved."

"But I ended up hurting everybody…" He sighed, "The book said that my mom was the savior and my other mom was the evil queen and that Emma needed to save everyone." He swallowed hard and inhaled a ragged breath, "I just thought that that meant that she had to defeat you, she had to be your enemy. I didn't think, not even once… It never crossed my mind… Not even when you were both so sad…" He shook his head at himself and took in another shaky breath, "I never thought that maybe she was supposed to save everyone with true love. With her love to you and yours to her. But that's what it is. That's what it has to mean because… because you do love each other and it is true love…" He sat up and looked at her, "That means you did all of this for nothing… Daniel wasn't your true love…"

Regina nodded, "I know. And believe me, I live with the thought everyday. But I can't let it control me; I can't let it bring me down because then I miss out on the good parts of life."

"Like what? Your life hasn't been that good. You had a mother that controlled you and killed your boyfriend in front of you and a son that tried to keep you from your true love."

Regina smiled sadly, "Like that same son realizing his mistake, feeling real remorse for it and trying to fix it… Like getting to have and love my one true love. Getting to finally have that family I've always wanted."

"How do I fix it…?" He asked completely defeated.

"You be you. But listen when others have something to say about certain situations. Don't let your stubbornness control your every thought. Stay open-minded. And apologize to your mother when you see her."

"I really am sorry, mom." He said softly.

"I know, son." She welcomed the hug that he gave.

Emma made her way into the tomb. When she didn't find them in the basement, she got curious and thought Regina might have poofed them there. But, she looked to find her girl and their son in a teary hug; she immediately turned to start making her way right back up the stairs. Oh it's awkward. It's awkward, it's awkward. She didn't know why they were crying and she wasn't sure she wanted to know. She didn't like awkward situations. If she was forced into them then she would start to clench up and it would become a whole thing, so up she went. But the voice of the woman she loved stopped her.

"Just where do you think you're going?"

Emma turned and found both Henry and Regina looking at her, still hugging and teary-eyed.

"I…" She pointed, "Up… there…" She tried, "I could tell you were busy having a.. moment there, so I decided I'd go back up…"

"Not so fast, love." Regina and Henry both stood up. The not-so-evil queen placed her hands on the boy's shoulders, "Henry has something he wants to say."

"Oh really?" The blonde came back down the steps and moved so she was a few feet from them both.

Henry nodded and walked over to her, "I'm sorry." He tried to elaborate but couldn't, "I'm sorry…" he said once more as tears filled his eyes again.

Emma grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him in, hugging him tight. She could tell what he was sorry for. She looked over to Regina, "What the hell?"

"He reinterpreted the book." It was all Regina was going to supply until they were alone.

Emma reached out for the other woman to join and the family hugged, finally happy.

AN: See, what did I tell you? Happy ending. There shall be an epilogue, but that's all that's left. So, for the second to last time for this story: Let me know your feels!