Damn. This is not what Regina needed right now, not matter how much she wanted to see Henry, but what could Emma do? She couldn't send him away.

"Kid where do your grandparents think you are?" Emma said lifting her eyebrows.

"Um the arcade." He said as though duh should have accompanied what he said.

Emma turned to see Regina walking down the stairs, light blue tshirt, white and blue striped satin lounging pants. She stopped as she saw who Emma was talking with, her hand not on the railing flying to her stomach as she felt as if she had been punched.

Had Emma done this? She stood there not breathing. Her hand leaking puss was clearly showing, as well as the purple marks on her neck.

"Henry…" She said breathless.

She wanted to run to him and hold him tight, tell him she loved him, make him believe she loved him. When she saw his face she wanted to run, and hide from her son. The mistrust there was too much. She leaned on the railing for support.

Henrys eyes caught his mothers bruises and her hand. He ran over to her, gently lifting her hand away from her body, "Mom, what happened?" He said before he could think about what he was doing or who he was talking to.

His mother took in a shakily breath, "Nothing Henry, I'm fine." She nodded as her eyes threatened to spill over with tears.

Henry wrapped his arms around her and buried his face into her.

Emma watched the scene and her eyes watered as well. Henry was still that sweet boy Regina remembered.

He pulled back with tears of his own, "Mom... I am just so confused right now, and …Why didn't you tell me?" He looked up with his little face.

Regina bent down to his level, putting her good hand on his cheek, "Sweetheart I am so sorry…"

"Nurse for Regina, Mills?" Three pairs of eyes drifted to the door.

Henry grabbed Regina's hand, her heart beat again in her chest. Her little prince may be mad at her, maybe even hate her, but he was here, he loved her. Even if he never said it again.