9*
Emma glanced over to where Regina was pawing through her meager wardrobe, then disappearing into the small bathroom, before looking back to her parents, both of whose expressions were silently demanding explanations. "I will talk to you guys later, but right now, we just need to see our son."
Snow nodded, understanding their need to see the kid, and for him to see that Regina was indeed fine. She had been the target of his questions more than once as he had tried over the past few days to figure out whether his mother was actually okay or not, and why she didn't seem to be getting better. "Later then," she nodded, taking Charming's hand as she left the room.
Emma practically jumped when arms slipped around her waist. "I can be there when you talk to them if you want."
Leaning back against the woman behind her, Emma smiled as she let her arms rest atop those around her. "Careful, I might just take you up on that."
"Feel free to," smiled Regina in return, nuzzling the back of Emma's neck. "But first, can we please go and see our son."
Turning in the brunette's embrace, Emma pressed a sound kiss to her lips. "Just let me grab the cruiser keys."
Regina shook her head. "If you trust me, I know a quicker way."
"Henry!" Regina called from the foyer of the mansion as her signature swirl of purple fog cleared. She grabbed hold of the blonde swaying dizzily beside her. She had been too excited to give her the proper warning about how disorientating it could be before magically transporting them.
"Mom?"
The brunette grinned as her son appeared at the top of the stairs, a matching smile quickly appearing on the young boy's face. She didn't even bother to admonish him for running in the house as he practically flew down the stairs and into her arms.
"You're okay?"
"Yes, sweetheart. I'm okay. I'm more than okay!" she answered, lifting him off his feet as she hugged him tightly.
Henry looked up into his mother's eyes, shining with tears. Happy tears, he realised. There was a light back in her eyes, too, that hadn't been there in quite some time. From the safety of his mother's embrace he looked to the left, where Emma was still swaying on her feet. "Mom? Are you okay?"
Emma frowned. "For the most part. Just deciding whether or not I have to hurl."
"Oh…" he grimaced as he was put back on his feet by his mother.
Rolling her eyes, Regina extricated a hand from she and Henry's embrace. She reached out and placed it gently on her love's arm, letting her magic settle the blonde.
"Thank you," breathed Emma as her nausea faded and she felt the colour return to her cheeks. "Much better." Able to focus now, she turned to mother and son, wasting no time before wrapping herself around the pair.
"So you two are together now?" he asked, grinning.
Emma chuckled. "Yes Henry, we're together now. That okay with you?"
"Yup!" he grinned. "It did take you aaages though."
"So have you told her you love her yet?" asked Ruby, appearing at the top of the stairs.
The blonde looked up with a wide smile painted on her face. "As a matter of fact, I have!" She let her head rest atop Regina's, her arms still firmly wrapped around her and their son. "Might even have broken another curse. It's been a busy morning."
"Sounds it!" laughed Ruby as she came level with the happy trio. "I'm happy for you guys. Really."
Emma could only grin. "Not as happy as me, Rubes."
The she wolf could only laugh. "I don't doubt it. The Cheshire cat couldn't even compete with that grin you're wearing. I guess I'll be getting Grannies ready for a celebratory party tonight?"
"I hardly think so," said Regina, speaking for the first time since Ruby had appeared. "I doubt the entire town will want to celebrate the fact I'm no longer dying."
"Then they're not invited," said Emma, her tone suddenly serious as she turned to Regina. "But we're celebrating, because I am telling anyone who will listen that I saved you. That I love you," she added, her cheeks blushing a deep red.
"Can we have cake at this party?" asked Henry, putting on his best puppy dog eyes as he gazed up at his two mothers.
Chuckling, Regina smiled down at their son. "You can have all the cake you want."
He looked quizzically up at her for a moment, before turning to Emma. "All the cake I want? Are you sure you saved the right person?"
The blonde tugged Regina closer to her side with the arm still firmly wrapped around her waist and pressed a kiss to her temple. "Definitely."
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So, very nearly done! But I'm wondering – do I need a chapter or two at the party? For some reason I my muse doesn't seem to think so…what do you guys think?
