"So, do I get another date?" Emma said against Regina's lips.

The woman smiled and whispered, "Yes," kissing her softly over and over.

"How many more?"

Regina paused and turned to look at the clock.

"It's getting late, Sheriff. You should get to work."

Looking dismayed, the sheriff looked toward the clock, too, noticing the time.

"Yeah," she mumbled. "I'm gonna go."

Not understanding Regina's sudden desire to change the subject, Emma got up and gathered her clothes, looking for her wallet and cell phone.

"Wait, Emma," Regina said. "Kiss me goodbye?"

The blonde's eyes widened as she looked at her lover.

"Of course."

The kiss was slower and longer than expected, mostly because Regina lifted her hand and threaded her fingers through the woman's hair, pulling her a little closer.

"Thank you," Regina whispered into Emma's ear.

"For what?" Emma asked, pulling away.

"For not giving up on me. You're the best thing that's happened to me since Henry."

"And you're the best thing that's happened to me since Henry."

They shared a smile before Emma left, and once she was gone, Regina got in the shower, gathered her things, and headed to work as well.

In the office, Regina stared at the phone, ignoring the pile of paperwork that waited for her on the desk. Every few minutes, she reached for it, but hung up as soon as she'd dialed the first few numbers. Eventually, she gathered her courage and finished dialing, listening to the ringing on the other end of the line as she waited to hear the voice she so longed for.

"Sheriff Swan speaking."

"Hello, Sheriff," Regina said huskily.

"Regina," Emma said with a smile. "Hi. To what do I owe the honor, m'lady?"

"You don't have to call me that, darling. I think you've courted me enough. You've already won me over."

"It's not about winning you over. You're a lady, and you should be treated that way."

As Graham gathered his jacket, about to head out for his patrol shift, he looked over at Emma with surprise.

"Seriously?" he muttered, but Emma ignored him and continued talking to Regina.

"Anyway," Regina said, "I'd like to see you tonight. Will you come over and have dinner with Henry and me?"

"I'd love to, Miss Mayor."

"Good. Will you be out by six?"

"For you, I can be."

"What time were you supposed to be out?"

"Seven," Emma laughed, shoving some paperwork into a drawer.

"You shouldn't leave early."

"Time with you means more to me than another hour here. Besides, I'm almost finished with my paperwork. I can probably be done with it by six anyway."

"That's great."

"I'll see you soon, Miss Mayor."

"And I, you, Sheriff."

Reluctantly, they both hung up the phone and went back to work, both distracted by thoughts of the other. Regina, in fact, was no inattentive that she got absolutely nothing done by the time the clock struck five.

"Shit," she cursed, staring down at the pile of papers she hadn't reviewed. "Oh, well."

She left the office feeling slightly defeated, but got over it quickly before she even reached her car.

"Hello, darling boy!" Regina called out as she opened the front door.

Henry came out from the living room and greeted her with open arms and a smile. To her, he seemed taller every day.

"You're getting so big," she told him with a smile. "I'm proud of you."

He shrugged his shoulders and went back into the living room, sitting down on the couch.

Regina made her way to the kitchen and said, "Your mom is coming over for dinner."

"What?" Henry said, gaping at her as he stood back up and followed her into the kitchen.

"You heard me."

"But I thought you hated Emma."

"Of course I don't hate her. I don't hate anyone but your grandparents."

Henry frowned at this and sat down at a stool near the counter as he watched his mother prepare dinner.

"You definitely hated her like five minutes ago."

"I did not! Why don't you hush and set the table?"

"Whatever. I'm just saying."

He obeyed, despite his short bout of insubordination and back-talk, and set the table neatly for three people.

"Your grandparents are coming, too," Regina told him, to which he immediately stopped and stared at her.

"Huh?" he said, dumbfounded. "Who are you?"

"Just kidding," she said with a grin. "Got you, though."

Rolling his eyes, he sat down at the table and leaned in for his mother's phone, which was just within his reach.

"No, Sir," she said, catching him quickly and snatching the phone away.

"I just wanted to play a game!"

"No, Henry. You know how I feel about video games."

"But you played with Emma."

"How do you know that?" Regina snapped.

"Because you both logged into my gamer profile on the Xbox."

"Well... That's... Just sit quietly and behave yourself, would you?"

The boy sighed and put his elbows on the table, propping his chin up by resting it in his hands.

"Henry," Regina scolded, "no elbows on the table. Behave yourself! She's going to be here in a minute."

"Emma doesn't care," Henry retorted boldly, looking directly into his mother's eyes with defiance.

"Well, I do. And I'm sure she'd appreciate it if you'd have some manners during dinner."

"Emma. Doesn't. Care."

"Enough, Henry! I'm about to-"

The knock at the door interrupted her. Regina hurried into the foyer and quickly looked at herself in the mirror, flipping her hair and pushing a hand through it before opening the door.