"You got it, kid?" Emma gently took her son's face in her hands. Henry nodded slightly, never taking his eyes off her. "Whatever happens, you just call me. Whatever."

Regina rolled her eyes when she heard Emma say that for the third time in less than five minutes. "I could never hurt my son, Miss Swan."

"I know." Emma looked up at her. "But I doubt about my mother." She returned her gaze to Henry and smiled. "Are you sure about this?"

"Yep." Henry said with a small smile. Emma straightened up and took Henry to her body, holding him tightly. "It's going to be okay, mom."

Emma nodded slightly and pressed a kiss on his head, moving him away from her body. She stepped away and looked at her father, who was at his side waiting to say goodbye to his grandson. He approached Henry as she approached at little Snow, who was standing next to Regina.

"I know you don't remember me... and believe me... this is... something hard to say for me but..." She reached down to Snow's stature and stared at her green eyes. "I miss you." She whispered, not wanting anyone else but her mother hearing those words.

Snow frowned confused. She took a few steps toward Emma and approached her face to whisper as well. "Why do you miss me now if I'm here in front of you?"

Emma laughed slightly at that ironic question. The poor little girl couldn't understand the true meaning of her words. But it didn't matter. She took the girl and hugged her tightly, without even thinking whether she would be uncomfortable with the situation or not. "Be a good girl."

"I will be." Snow whispered letting her head rest on Emma's shoulder. There was something special in this woman, something that Snow couldn't know what it was. She really liked Emma; she was very friendly. She could love her as much as she loved Regina, someday, maybe.

Emma turned away slightly from her mother, placing her hands in the pockets of her trousers, a little nervous. She stared at her son as David approached at Snow, kneeling in front of her with a small smile.

"I hope we can get along from now on." He said hopeful to see seconds before the little hug of his daughter and his... little wife.

"I hope, too." Snow, for the first time, gave him a small smile, and held out her tiny hand to him, as a farewell. David took her little hand in his, and squeezed it gently.

"Just don't annoy Regina." He said remembering who would take care of her for a few days. Snow shook her head, suppressing a giggle.

"I won't."

David smiled again, and stood on his feet, moving closer to his daughter. Emma nodded slightly and turned her gaze to Henry, winking at him quickly. Henry gave him a big smile, and Emma took her father's arm so both of them turned around and walked away from them. Regina approached the front door, and closed it gently, and then turned around and looked at the two children.

"Henry, would you want some hot chocolate now?" She smiled broadly at her son, but Henry nodded, walking towards the living room table.

"I have homework, though." He left his backpack slung in a chair as he sat in one. And Snow didn't hesitate to follow his steps and sit in another chair, kneeling on it and forming a big smile.

"I like hot chocolate, too, Regina!" She cried out with happiness. Regina nodded slightly as Henry began to remove his things from his backpack.

Regina walked into the kitchen, ready to prepare her son's favorite drink. And well, Snow's. She began to prepare the drinks as the thoughts began to flood her mind.

Finally she had her son in their home again. Because this home had never stopped being his home, too. The small difference was that now they had someone else, and unbelievably, it was Snow White... or a miniature version of her. Anyway, Regina would have to behave in order to keep it that way. She didn't want her son to get away from her again. Now she had him back, and she wouldn't miss that opportunity. No matter what might cost.

"Can I help you with something?" Snow's voice startled Regina. She lowered her gaze to the girl, willing to say anything to scold her, but Snow grinned. "You're ending it? I came here because I don't understand what Henry's doing. He doesn't have only a scroll and pen, he has a lot more."

Regina sighed and continued her preparation of drinks, thinking of what could be talking Snow. Maybe she was talking about Henry's folder and his holster full of useful things. "I told you nothing is as in the palace."

"I can see that." Snow muttered, walking to a bench and placing a foot on it, to try to climb. She managed to get on it, but the bench quickly began to wobble, causing Snow to gasp in fright.

Regina quickly turned to listen to the girl and ran to her, taking the bench and leaving it still in its place. "Oh, why can't you just sit still?!"

"I'm sorry. These seats are strange." Snow muttered, embarrassed. Regina sighed and walked away, concentrating on pouring drinks into cups. "Uhm, where's Emma's mother?"

Regina quickly stopped what she was doing to lift her eyes to Snow's eyes. "Why are you asking?"

"She's been talking about that you could hurt her mother. I don't think you could hurt anyone... but I never saw her mother. Where's she?" Regina sighed and turned her gaze to the cups.

"She's gone. For a while." She took one of the cups and walked over to Snow, leaving the cup in front of her. "And incredibly, I'm sorry for that."

Snow frowned slightly confused. "And what's her name?"

"Mary Margaret." Regina was quick to respond. "Wait here. I'm going to give this to Henry." She took another cup and went to the living room, where her son was doing all concentrated his homework.

She took a few steps, but before Henry could feel her presence, she stood still in her place to see her son. He continued as usual, with his scowl every time he was doing his homework. She smiled to herself and walked the last few steps toward him, placing the cup in front of his holster.

He raised his eyes, and smiled finding her brown eyes. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." She ran out a chair and sat beside him, checked his notebook. "Need some help?"

Henry took the cup and sipped, shaking his head slightly. "I get it." He put the cup back to where it was and looked toward the kitchen, then back at her. "So... how's everything going?"

"Oh." Regina looked a few seconds into the kitchen, remembering the girl who was there. "Everything's fine, don't worry." She got up and looked at the clock for a few seconds, checking the time. 5pm. "Would you like lasagna for dinner?"

Henry grinned as he turned to grab the cup with chocolate. "I would love that!"

Regina watched him drink some more before he got back his attention on his homework. She couldn't help but caress his head slightly before turning around and heading toward the kitchen again.

Upon entering the kitchen, she hoped to see Snow sitting where she had left her, but instead, the room was empty. Regina took a few steps, looking in all directions. The little girl wasn't on any side, and the cup with hot chocolate was intact as she had left it.

"Snow White?" Regina said walking through every corner of the kitchen, and looking into each hole. Snow wasn't on any side. "Young lady, you better..." But she stopped talking to see her garden's door opened. No doubt she left the door closed. And surely Snow was in the garden.

Regina walked quickly to the door, opening it and getting out into the garden, leaving the door open behind her. She was right. Little Snow was jumping around her yard, apparently trying to catch a butterfly flying all over the place.

"Snow!" She screamed, but Snow didn't seem to hear. She continued her task of trying to catch the butterfly, and Regina rolled her eyes.

She could remember her doing the same when she was eleven, but instead of a butterfly, was a small blue bird. "Snow!" She called her again. Snow stopped running and to see her, ran to her with a smile. "I told you to stay where you were, if you're not a good girl, you can't live here, do you understand?"

Snow's green eyes opened wide, and Regina could see signs of tears in them. "I – I understand, Regina. I promise I will not disobey you anymore."

"Good." Regina said with a small smile to know that she could now have total control over the child. Apparently, she was terrified that she could be away from her. "Now go take your cocoa." She turned around to enter the kitchen, as Snow ran past her and sat back down in her seat.

Regina began to prepare things for her famous lasagna, as Snow drank her chocolate in silence. She smiled to herself, knowing that her threat had taken an effect on the little girl. She hoped that Henry wouldn't know, because it was so nice not having to listen to the girl talk all the time.

But in the silence, she heard Henry talking in the living room. Immediately, the woman came to the kitchen door, opening it and opening her mouth to answer, but before she had a chance to speak, she heard something else.

"Emma!" Henry raised his voice slightly. She rolled her eyes thinking that Emma couldn't stand not knowing about her mother and Henry. Or, probably, her father had bothered her so much that she'd been forced to call. Well, she had to go through that many times. But instead, she didn't have the opportunity to speak with her son. "Everything's okay, don't worry. Yeah, I'll call you in the night. Bye!" He hung up and put his cell where it was, but to turn around, he was surprised to see his mother there. "Oh, Mom..."

"I just came to ask if you don't want to entertain Snow, I – I'll make dinner." Henry frowned slightly, trying to study his mother. She seemed a little nervous to ask this, but surely it was very difficult. It was obvious she wasn't going to suddenly love Snow again. And remembering what Emma explained to him about how his grandma could come back to normal, he believed it would be good that they spend more time together. But there was no need to push his mom, or it could all go wrong.

"That's okay." He said with a small smile, standing up and starting to put his things in his backpack.

Regina gave a smile to her son before returning to the kitchen. Snow had her arm on the table, and her head resting on it, almost half of her body lying on the table, unable to see that Regina had returned.

"You have to go with Henry while I make dinner." She said walking by her side and taking her cup, to take it to the sink. She heard Snow jump to the ground, and small steps toward the door. Surprised she didn't say a word, Regina turned around as Snow was going out through the door.

"Hey, are you okay?" She heard Henry asking quickly. Confused and curious, Regina went to the kitchen door, opening it slightly to hear over the conversation.

"I'm fine." Snow said in a whisper that Regina could barely hear. "But..." The brunette had to open the door more and allow her head to see the children. Henry had a hand on Snow's shoulder, and Snow kept her head down. "I don't know what I did to that Regina doesn't love me anymore." And this time, her thin voice broke on the last word, and Regina could see Henry's face filling with sadness.

"Don't cry, it's about time. You don't remember some things... but after all, she still loves you. She just can't see it. But she will. You'll see." Snow raised her head and there was a small smile on her face full of tears.

"You think she still loves me? Really?" The hope in the girl's voice caused an unknown sadness in Regina.

"I really do." Henry smiled in response, "Don't cry, we can play any game you want."

Snow looked away and then smiled, turning her gaze to him. "I like to play hide and seek."

Henry laughed slightly, unable to help but think of the times that his grandparents had to find each other. That definitely wasn't a game. "Okay. You need to hide."

"Alright!" Snow shouted with joy.

Regina slightly closed the door of the kitchen, and came to the table, sitting in the bench that Snow was sitting seconds before. She let out a big sigh, closing her eyes and taking a hand to her forehead, as if she had a big headache.

And so it was. That whole situation was producing in her a terrible headache. She tried to behave for Henry, but she couldn't help being brusque with the little girl. Now Henry knew she had been kind of aggressive with her, but besides all, guilt had begun to grow in her. She tried to think that Snow had deserved it, but hearing the pain in the girl's words, the hope of that she might still love her... Regina shouldn't have heard that. Now her feelings had begun to mingle. And she didn't like the idea at all.

The dinner had gone well. Regina had tried to do her best, and to her luck, she didn't receive any rejection of Henry. He even was anxious to tell her about his trip to New York, where he met his dad, and Regina had been more than happy that her son began to be open to her again. But when Henry was her age, Snow couldn't avoid interrupting to ask him things totally excited and focused on the story.

When dinner was over, she returned to the kitchen to clean the dishes as Henry and Snow stayed in the living room. Apparently, Snow was eager for Henry to show her his comics. She could hear from the kitchen Henry reading while Snow, as before, interrupted him to ask things with anxiety or surprise.

Snow hadn't spoken much since she scolded her. Not that she mattered, but it was strange not to listen or take care of the girl. She'd been very focused on Henry and his stories. And she was grateful for that. She just had to take care of her... not be interested in what the girl was saying, or hurt her feelings. But in her head a voice was heard, and she knew it was Emma.

"She doesn't deserve it... not now."

Regina began to think about those words. It was clear that Emma said that because she still was her mother, she didn't want her to get hurt... but could be true what she'd said? She didn't deserve it now? But why? Because she didn't remember anything... or because she was a child? Or both? She was trying to be nice to the girl, but she couldn't help but continue watching the Snow adult in her. And without any doubt, that Snow was the person she hated most in her life.

Wait. She had though that Snow? She'd begun to differentiate the little girl and the adult? That could mean that she could love that child, again? Regina shook her head quickly, thinking it was completely stupid. Although she could love Snow again, that would be completely stupid to do, because Snow would eventually return to being an adult. And she wouldn't allow for another child to cause unhappiness in her.

Henry would always be her only child.

"Uhm, Mom?" Eventually, her child's voice brought her back to reality. She blinked and turned to find Henry with his eyes completely tired. "I think I'll go to sleep."

"Alright sweetheart," Regina smiled slightly, "I'm going to prepare your bed."

"No, it's okay." He said quickly. "I can do it myself, but..." He moved his mouth to the side, and Regina knew he didn't know how to say something.

"What's wrong, Henry?"

"Well, I was reading my comics to Snow... but she fell asleep. On the couch." He quickly saw a frown appear on his mom's face, so he smiled slightly and hugged her tightly. "Night, Mom." He said quickly and then walked away from her and ran off, out of her sight.

Regina took a few seconds to process Henry's words. Snow had fallen asleep on the couch. And she couldn't let her sleep there. She should take her to her room. She sighed, shaking her head and thinking it wasn't a big deal. She just had to take the girl, put her in her bed, and that was the end. Yes.

After sighing, Regina went to the living room. Snow was sitting on the sofa, with her head resting on the back of it. Clearly, she couldn't leave her there. She would sleep terribly bad and would have a big pain in the neck.

"Silly girl, why didn't she go to her room?" Regina muttered to herself, getting closer to little Snow asleep. She reached down and gently took the child in her arms, as she took her son many times when he would fall asleep in the same place where the girl was.

Quickly, Regina felt her waist be surrounded by little legs as Snow put her head on her shoulder and surrounded her neck by her tiny arms. Regina took the child more strongly, starting to walk up the stairs. Little Snow was completely quiet, and to her luck, she didn't weight much.

She finally reached Snow's new room, and came in with care. Regina went to bed, noticing that the bed was already made for Snow to sleep. Surely her son had done that. She sighed with a small smile, thinking that surely he had it all planned.

Regina sat on the bed, but when she tried to take Snow away from her to lay her on the bed, the little girl clung to her tightly and formed a frown on her sleeping face.

"No, Mama." Snow whispered, and Regina could see her eyes begin to open.

"No, it's okay, I'm here. Sleep." She said gently, but quickly her brow furrowed, wondering why she had said that. But she had to leave the girl in her bed before she could wake up. Gently, she left Snow in the bed and covered her with the sheets. Snow's face relaxed again as she continued to sleep, totally quiet.

Regina got up from the bed and left the room quickly. But she stayed to the outside of the room, thinking about the feeling she had felt to have the girl in her arms. And these words she had said... why? She was not her Mama. And the feel of her in her arms... it was sweet... nice. But again, she shook her head and started walking toward her room, assuming that surely she had felt and said that because of Henry.

She probably had thought in Henry, and in the times when she lived the same with her beautiful son. Surely – and clearly – it was that.


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