"Looks like we're going to the pool today." Henry laughed at Charlie's enthusiasm as he herded his older and younger sisters alike up the stairs to get ready.

"Yes. Looks like we are."

Despite Regina's plans to spend the day searching for clues about what had happened to them, the children decided to descend en mass and remind their parents about the promised pool excursion that day. Not able to say no to the constant badgering, Henry easily, and even eagerly, gave in, leaving Regina little choice but to agree as well.

With unspoken agreement, they followed the children in getting ready.

"Want to hazard a guess which one is mine?" Henry pointed to the two dressers in the room before heading to the one on the left. He opened the top drawer, stared for a moment, before turning to Regina and smirking. "Really, mom? I know you're vain and all, but a padded bra? Really? What are you, a double d already?"

Regina hurried across the room and abruptly slammed the dresser drawer closed before turning to Henry and crossing her arms.

Henry gulped as the motion accentuated her already prominent breasts and he forced his eyes to settle on her face. "And just what would you know about bras?" she demanded, not wanting to know the answer even as she asked the question.

"I've seen them here and there—" Henry shrugged nonchalantly and Regina tensed at the thought that her young, innocent son was not all that innocent, "—It's just bras. No big deal."

"Henry Daniel Mills," Regina warned, "Have you..." Her voice rapidly trailed off for all it had started out firm. Unwittingly, a slight blush tinted her cheeks. Then, as if realizing what she had been about to ask, she hurriedly added, "I'm sorry. That was out of line."

Henry bit back the teasing comment that in this time they were married, which meant they knew each other well—intimately. Regina, doubtlessly, would react poorly to any teasing of the sort, but Henry could not help but wonder what had happened between them for them to end up together.

Deciding on the wiser course of action, to move away from her, rather than to keep teasing her, Henry went to his dresser and quickly found his swimsuit. "Bathroom," he said as he retreated to the master bathroom.

Regina watched his retreat in puzzlement. He had been about to say something before making his hasty retreat; she was sure of it. Trying to brush off a strange sensation in her gut that she could not identify, she quickly located a swimsuit.

Regina just finished putting on a blue onepiece when Jessica ran into the room. "Mom!" Jessica exclaimed, "Isabel's refusing to put on sunscreen."

"Jeez, Jessica, you're such a tattle tale." Isabel was not far behind her sister.

Regina sighed. "Put on sunscreen," she instructed the oldest girl. "With your pale skin you'll be burned without it."

Isabel rolled her eyes in an exaggerated movement and crossed her arms over her chest. "That is kind of the point. I want to get a tan. Duh."

Heavens help her—she'd thought Henry's preteen years were bad enough. At least he'd spent his time focusing on saving Storybrooke from monsters and helping her with the author and as a result they'd not had the time for these more domestic arguments. Less than four hours in and Isabel was already a handful.

"You will put on sunscreen, young lady, or you'll stay here while the rest of us go to the pool."

Regina rested her hands on her hips in a mimicry of her daughter's stance and met Isabel's willful stare.

"Fine!" the girl threw her hands up in the air. "Fine. I'll just be the lame one who returns from summer vacation without a tan and be mocked for all eternity but fine. FINE!" Isabel gave a harrumph and stormed from the room.

She was gone before she could hear Regina mutter, "Better than skin cancer."

Henry was having just as much luck on the sunscreen argument with Charlie and Sam as Regina was with Isabel. Ally happily allowed him to put on her swimsuit and slather her in sunscreen. Charlie and Same were fine until it came time to finish off with their faces.

Henry gently rubbed the sunscreen into Charlie's face, but the young boy, not liking the greasy feeling of the lotion, rubbed at his face, getting some of the sunscreen into his eyes, which started the tears and the screaming.

"Hate you, daddy!" the little boy cried as he rubbed at his eyes which only succeeded in making the burning sensation worse. "Hurts!" he cried only moments later.

Sam learned from her older brother's example and backed away from Henry as he approached with the sunscreen. "No!" she yelled emphatically and stomped her left foot hard on the ground. "No more sunscreen."

"Do you want to get burnt?" Henry asked.

Sam seemed to consider his question for a moment, but one look at her still crying older brother rubbing at his eyes swayed her decision. "Yes," she said while nodding her head. "No sunscreen."

Henry tried to bit back a groan of frustration. She was cute, to be sure, and he genuinely wanted to get to know his children, but her stubborn resistance was getting to him.

"Well, you don't get to choose. I do, and I say you'll wear sunscreen."

"NO!" Same yelled, and the moment Henry moved toward her she ducked under his arm and dashed out of the bathroom.

Henry grumbled and followed her, almost crashing into Regina on the landing.

"Well?" Regina demanded, "What's wrong now?"

"Sam ran away when I tried to put sunscreen on her face and Charlie's in tears."

"Give me that," Regina sat at the same time she grabbed the sunscreen bottle from his hand. "I'll go find Sam. You make sure Isabel and Jessica actually put on sunscreen."

Henry breathed out a sigh of relief. "Done. Good luck with Sam."

Regina and Henry parted ways, Regina going downstairs to locate Sam. Sam, as it turned out, was sitting on the living room couch in all her sunscreen greasy glory.

"What is this I hear about you not wanting to put on sunscreen?"

"Hurts. Charlie says so."

Regina could not help but laugh at the sheer look of determination on the young girl's face.

"It only hurts if you get it in your eyes, and I promise I'll be more careful than daddy." Regina tried not to let the wince show on her face as she referred to Henry as daddy, nor did she want to bode on how automatically the word crept into her mouth. No, she was doing the best she could given the situation. Nothing more.

Same still looked hesitant though her defiance was gone.

"Plus, you don't want to get burned. That hurts more."

Sam's determination wavered and then broke altogether. "Okay," she agreed, "but only if you put it on me."

Regina nodded and held out her hand. "Deal. Let's go to the bathroom then." Totally ignoring the proffered hand, Sam ran ahead of her mother to the bathroom as Regina called at her to slow down and walk.

Upstairs, Henry, satisfied that Isabel and Jessica were both coated in sunscreen, headed to the garage to retrieve the pool toys, assuming they had not changed locations in the last twenty years. The children were proving to be more work than he anticipated, and he was only a few years older than the oldest girl despite how old his new body looked. He did not know how to deal with the unexpected time travel, but he'd be damned if he missed the chance to convince his love that maybe, just maybe, they were meant to be.