AN: Sorry this took so long. Its at a hard bit were I'm struggling to move them along at a pace that seems right without it being boring. Plus I'm on work placement at the moment which sucks because I have no time to do anything fun. Anyway enough excuses.

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"Ow" Emma moans as she rolls over pulling the pillow over her face to block out the light. She could have sworn that the world had never been this bright before, it was shearing a path of agony right through her skull, which would be bad enough it the bed was not lurching under her of its own accord.

"Christ." She groans mustering all her energy to pull herself into the upright position, the room slowly swims into focus as she raises a hand to shield her eyes from the blinding light. Suddenly her blood runs cold, this is not her room. Her room was minimalistic but full of mismatched things she had scavenged off of her Mary Margaret or Ruby, although this room was also free of any unnecessary furnishings it was also very coordinated and very Regina.

Scrabbling out of bed as fast as her weakened body would allow her, she feels panic rising in her throat. There is no way that she should be here, this is Regina out of all the stupid things that she could have done, and none of them should involve Regina. Looking down cautious she breathes a sigh of relief when she sees that she is wearing her tank top and underwear. A further look round the room confirmed that this could not be Regina's room; there was nothing to mark it as the darker woman, meaning that it must be a guest room. Catching sight of herself in the mirror she sees that she is covered in mud, it is smeared across her cheeks, dirties her tank top and is causing her hair to clump together. Looking out the window she sees her foggy memories of the previous night are true and outdoors was covered in a blanket of fresh snow, and made her head hurt to even look at it.

This means that her main priority would be to get in the shower, and potentially get out of the house before Regina woke up, she had never seen an evil queen with a hangover but she could not imagine it would be a particularly pleasant experience. She was sure that with the sun coming up that Regina's disdain for their activities last night would have returned sevenfold. Besides Neal was arriving today and she had about a million things she had to discuss with him, namely about their son. On top of that she had a butt load of work to do at the station. Sadly the perks of being the saviour did not include doing less work.

She truly does mean to just leave but when she sticks her head out of the door the irresistible smell of food. Padding down to the kitchen she is met by the glorious slight of Regina Mills with her back to the door in an apron that is very fifties house-wife but suits her nonetheless cooking what looks like a breakfast banquet.

"Well if I'd known you were such a good host, I would have passed out in your house far sooner." Emma quips from her place at the doorway. She expects Regina to quip back and continue what she is doing. Instead Regina jumps in the air and in a lightning fast movement throws a fireballs at Emma's head, which luckily misses by an inch leaving a charred mark on the wall.

"What the fuck Regina?" Emma roar her whole body tensing for a fight, but she stops when she sees Regina, rushing towards her looking terribly guilty. Tears shining in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I never meant too, I just –" She trails off, as Emma reaches out and grasps her shoulder giving it a reassuring squeeze, even after all the easy contact the two of them shared the previous night, this feel awkward and forced but the gesture is there all the same.

"You missed. Now do I have time to get a shower before the feast is ready?" Emma asks, hoping the privacy will give Regina a moment to collect her thoughts, the brunette nods with a tight smile. Emma has taken a few steps away from her when she pauses:

"Regina, we will be discussing what just happened here over breakfast so make good coffee." She knows better than to order about an evil queen but she also knows better than to go easy on Regina Mills.

She takes what she expects was the quickest shower in history but as she dashes to the guest bedroom she sees that Regina has again laid out clothes for her. Emma had yet to return the previous clothes she had borrowed, which meant that Regina Mills who never who never wore anything less than five inch heels did occasionally like to dress for comfort. The thought makes Emma smirks as she hurriedly gets dressed.

She arrives back in the kitchen just in time to see that Regina had indeed cooked a feast for them, the combined scents of food and coffee along with the sight of Regina setting the table is enough to make her believe that she has died and gone to heaven.

"Sit down dear or it'll get cold." Regina calls regally sitting herself at the top of the island in the middle of the kitchen, and Emma tries not to read into the fact that her place has been set on the right of Regina's.

"You know I'm beginning to think you might actually like having me around." Emma quips as she sits, surveying the food in front of her. "You know I'd have never put you down for the fry-up kind of woman."

"It's for the hangover." Regina explains with a graceful shrug reaching for her coffee. Emma feels like she is spending half of her time at the moment gaping at Regina but the woman is just full of surprises. They eat in silence for a few minutes, as Emma tries to piece together the foggy memories of what happened last night, suddenly she lets out a snort of laughter and causes Regina to jump and look at her like she has gone crazy.

"You transported us into your flowerbed!" Emma crows with delight as a blush crawl up Regina's cheeks.

"I should have never transported us in that state; we could have ended up anywhere." She says primly but cannot help the small smile that graces her lips. She had fun last night, Emma knows it; she had laughed often and easily and done things that Emma would have never thought her capable of. For that night they had been separate from all the history that holds them back.

"So where did you transport all those bottles then?" Emma asks, Regina's small smile turns into a devilish smirk.

"You'll see dear." Is all she has to say on the matter, but they easily fall into reminiscing on the events of the night before. Both had been more outrageous than they had been in a long time, and it seemed they both had fun doing it. Emma left-out the fact that Regina had kissed her, and the brunette never mentions it either, there would be no point Emma reasoned to bring up something that has purely platonic and just for fun. It would just make things awkward and if they were honest it would barely count as a kiss.

"So" Emma says the moment there is a break in the conversation, "are you going to tell me why you launched a fireball at me?"

Regina's smile falls off her face and is replaced by a thin line, without speaking she gathers up her own plate and makes a grab for Emma's who hold on to it firmly. Relinquishing her grasp on the plate, Regina turns and stalks towards the sink.

"Regina" Emma implores as she watches the woman fill the sink with sharp jerky movements.

"We are not friends Miss Swan, so if you think I am going to share my soul with you, then you are very much mistaken." Regina snaps dumping her dishes into the sink and beginning to scrub furiously, Emma sighs loudly.

"I'm not asking to be your friend, but I can assure you I'm probably the one person in this town that won't judge you for whatever that was."

Regina does not turn or answer Emma, but the sheriff can see all the tension gathered in the brunette's shoulders and can tell there is a frown on her face. Regina was not good at sharing, perhaps because nobody had ever listened to her.

"Tell you what," Emma says as nonchalantly as possible despite the nervous knot in her stomach, "truth for a truth."

Regina continues her task quietly but her movements are far less erratic, rinsing off the plate and mug she eventually returns to her seat next to the blonde.

"My mother used to cast this spell that made your mind go all heavy and hazy" Regina says quietly studying her lap intently, "so that she could approach you and… restrain you. The feeling was much like having a hangover so when I heard you today."

"You thought the worst." Emma supplies, reaching out and taking one of Regina's hands in hers. The brunette stiffens at the touch but does not move away.

"I panicked, I apologise."

"I believe that is the second time you've apologised to me, you definitely going soft."

"I'm just keeping myself on your good side so you don't expect the attack when it comes." Regina quips in return, smirking slightly but Emma can still see the sadness in her eyes. The brunette takes Emma's hand and turns in so that the wrist is facing them.

"Why that tattoo?" She asks, fingers lightly tracing the small flower before removing her grip altogether.

"Does it have to be there was a reason?" Emma asks placing her hand back on her own lap.

"Because as much as you would like people to believe otherwise, you tend not to do things on a whim." Regina answers simply, causing Emma to raise her eyebrows at the sound analysis. The blonde looks down and lightly traces the outline with her own fingertips.

"I had this foster mom once who was really sweet, and one day I drew this flower on a bit of scrap paper, anyway she told me it was really good and carried it around in her purse. The thing was she was a really nice, sweet woman but her husband was an absolute asshole and he used to kick the shit out of her and the foster kids. Anyway when I finally get kicked out of that house, I stole the picture and carried it with me as a reminder that no good deed goes unpunished. Eventually I got it tattooed on my wrist; I kind of hate it now."

Emma has spoken so quietly, that it would be easy to forget that she was the loud-mouth sheriff that had turned Regina's life upside down. In this moment she was just a hurt woman, baring a bit of her soul to hurt another hurt woman.

"I hope one day that you no longer feel like you get punished for your good deeds." Is all Regina offers, and Emma finds she is glad, the last thing she needs is somebody trying to analyse it. She had gotten the tattoo to remind her not to make the same mistakes that woman did, nothing else. Regina got that, she was the only person Emma had met in Storybrooke and perhaps ever who understood that her experiences where not something to be picked apart but they were still part of her.

"Have you ever done a good thing that's gone unpunished?" Emma asks curiously, and is greeted by a snort and a derisive look from the brunette. Emma guessed not, as far as she was aware a good deed from Regina was what resulted in her fiancée dying.

"So Miss Swan, are you ready to face the joyless town or do you need another coffee?" Regina asks, standing and this time successfully managing to swipe Emma's plate away from her, although this time she stacked the plates in the dishwasher.

"Coffee." Emma grunts, unwilling to face the day quite yet. Being the saviour did not save her from having to deal with the issues that unexpected snow causes, it was a wonder she had yet to fend off any calls. Her father must be covering for her down at the station. She hears Regina laugh as she makes her coffee without complaint.

"You don't happen to know what the next unexpected turn in weather is going to be do you?" Emma asks, figuring that it was best to ask while Regina was in a good mood.

"Not a clue, but I'll let you know when I do. Have you checked with the school about how Henry is getting on?" Regina turns to face Emma, just in time to see that panicked look on Emma's face. "What?"

"I was meant to check up on it, I thought it was sorted?" The blonde stutters, wishing she had not asked for that coffee now because she now had a quick getaway in mind. Regina clicks her tongue disapprovingly.

"Only a few weeks ago, I told you our son was being badly bullied and you never thought to follow it up. Your mother works in the school its hardly a difficult task." Regina grinds out looking at Emma with distaste. The blonde scowls back.

"Well I did ask for your help and all you've done so far is teach me how to chop an onion."

"I assumed you had common sense when it came to the welfare of our son."

"Well you assumed wrong didn't you? There are tons of things I don't know how to do. Mothering may be instinct or whatever, but you've already had years to hone that instinct. Henry is already fully-made and I've still managed to undo half of your work." Emma slid off the stool to match Regina's glare.

"Well perhaps if you had not taken my son from me, we would not be having this discussion, Henry would still be getting the care he deserves and you would still be able to roll around in the sand with cheap beer." Regina shouts suddenly, eyes flashing with hurt and anger. Emma sucks in a shocked breath, surprised at Regina ability to hurt her. They had gone to the beach because Emma thought Regina would enjoy it. It was something she had not done for years and was one of her few positive memories from her teen years and something that she did not share with just anybody.

"Well, there was just the small issue of you being the Evil Queen, cursing everybody in a realm, poisoning Henry, siding with your mother." Emma states ticking the grievance off on her fingers and watching with an almost cruel satisfaction as Regina flinched at the mention of poisoning Henry. "Need I go on Your Majesty?"

"No dear, you've made your point quite well enough." Regina's voice is cold and her eyes are flashing with emotions that Emma cannot discern. "But at least when I look at Henry I see the outstanding young man that I have raised him to be. That was all me Miss Swan and it will never be you."

There is silence for a few moments while the two women eye each other up wearily, exhausted by the sudden change of mood between them just when things had been going so well. Emma was hurt by Regina and wanted desperately to go home, see her son and hide from the world but it was just not an option. Neal was arriving today, she had a killer hangover and it was snowing, arguing with Regina was just the cherry on top of what was going to be a horrible day anyway. Least she would see Henry though, she thought sending another glare at Regina who had now poured a single mug of coffee, the brunette was relying on the mercy of her enemies and an eleven year old's cunning to get time with her son.

"I think we have pushed our luck here Miss Swan." Regina says finally taking a drink of her coffee, causing Emma to eye it jealously. "May I suggest that you reconnect with that vapid waitress friend of yours? She is more suited to social niceties than I."

"Right." Emma nods, understanding a dismissal when she sees one. "I'll just put my boots on and go." Emma finds her shoes thrown haphazardly at the door, where she can only assume she was forced to kick them off last night. In the time that it takes Emma to wrestle one boot on, Regina has left the kitchen and is watching Emma with a smirk on her face. Undoubtedly from the ungainly which that Emma is going about putting her shoes on.

"I'll be out of your hair in a moment." Emma mutters, "There's no need to stand guard."

"You cannot walk in this weather. I'll take you home." Regina says shortly, not looking Emma in the eye.

"Wow it's almost like you care." Emma quips rolling her eyes.

"Well the only thing that would make you more incompetent as a mother would be if you caught hypothermia, so I'm going to ensure that will not happen. Consider if me upholding my end of the bargain." Emma grinds her teeth but does not answer, it's not worth it. Regina is grating on her on purpose and today she would like to minimise the number of screaming matches she has. Standing she makes her way to the door, hoping to make this experience as durable as possible.

"Miss Swan come here." Regina snaps waving a hand at Emma, who raises her eyebrows in understanding, their cars were still at the beach and the only way to get Emma across town without making her walk was to transport them. Tentatively Emma makes her way over, the air between them was still tense, and Regina's mouth was set in a stern line, so it is with caution that Emma takes her outstretched hand. The contact which came so naturally to them the night before seemed forced and awkward, luckily Emma did not have time to dwell on it because Regina popped them out of existence the second their hands were connected.

If it had been unpleasant having Regina tear you through the fabric of space and time while you were drunk, it was nothing to how it was when she had a hangover. Arriving in her apartment she embraced herself against the nearest wall, ignoring Regina who was more than likely smirking at her. She closes her eyes and breathes deeply, waiting for the room to stop rocking. When it does she straightens up and eyes Regina warily.

"Check up on our son Miss Swan," Regina says, "Neal is arriving today I am aware, but watch over their interactions. Do not come to me to escape your own pain, I hear your waitress friend is loyal." Emma opens her mouth to argue, but Regina is already gone. A few tendrils of purple smoke are the only evidence that she was ever there. Emma growls as she quickly changes into clothes that are more suitable for a day at work; she did not go to Regina because she was hiding from her own pain. Regina was the one that was in pain, she had felt it last night when they had shared magic. It was not as if Emma did not have anybody in this town aside from Regina, well it was a bit different now her old best friend was now her mother, but she could still talk to Mary Margaret about stuff and the only reason she had not been hanging out with Ruby was because she was not sure where she stood with the wolf girl now, surely hearing Emma's problems would be weird. Since Emma was technically her god-daughter. Although perhaps Regina was right, Ruby was still the Ruby she knew and it maybe would not hurt to try and get things back on track for the two of them.

[Xx]

As it turned out Emma's day was horrendously long. She spent the first couple of hours in the morning shovelling the drives of some of the elderly resident of Storybrooke and making sure that the side-walk on the main street was safe. The town had been taken by surprise by the sudden snow storm so many of the side-walks were dangerous. So by time she actually reached the sheriff's office at about midday she was already exhausted. Coffee in one day she drags her weary feet across the threshold to see a sight that makes her want to cry.

"God dammit Regina" She mutters surveying the scene, all the beer bottles and a bottle of wine from the night before had been transported here. Regina had probably thought that it was the height of hilarity and Emma would have to admit that it was relatively funny if not for the fact that drunken Regina was not completely in control of her magic and seemingly had brought half the contents of the beach with her, there was sand literally everywhere, all over her desk, the floor and even the cells. Emma knew in that moment that she would never truly be able to get rid of all the sand; it was bad enough trying to clean your car after going to the beach never mind this. Deciding to admit defeat Emma pulled her cell out her pocket and dialled, it took several rings before the line was picked up.

"Madame Mills." Regina answers curtly, causing Emma to roll her eyes – once the mayor always the mayor she supposed. Then again Regina had also been Queen for years so it was unlikely that she would ever get out of the habit of being so formal.

"Hey Regina, its Emma I need you to come down to the station." Emma tucks the phone between her shoulder and her ear as she unlocks the supply cupboard in the search for a brush or a vacuum cleaner. She is so caught up in her task that it takes her a minute to realise that Regina has not replied.

"Regina are you there?"

"Am I being arrested Sheriff?" The glacial tone of Regina's voice sends a shiver down Emma's spine before she remembers that she was not arresting Regina, she forgets that just because they have managed not to kill each other yet does not mean that Regina knows how to handle casual phone calls. Trust is something that Regina learns to do slowly.

"God no, I'm not that stupid." Emma says flippantly and is rewarded by a snort from the former mayor. "No you sent half the beach to the station and I was hoping to borrow your magic to clean it up."

Regina chuckles on the other end of the phone as Emma finally locates a broom at the back of the cupboard, its covered in dust, perhaps Emma should clean more often.

"As much as I would love to help" Regina's voice is dripping in sarcasm, "I'm afraid I should not use any more magic today."

"Can not or will not?

"Will not because I have used enough already."

"You've only poofed a couple of times" Even over the phone Emma can see Regina's face at her calling transporting poofed, it's enough to make her smirk and it almost hides the whining hint to her voice that she really wishes was not there. She just did not want to spend the rest of the day cleaning. There is another silence on the end of the phone that causes her to sigh. "Regina, what else did you do?"

"Nothing of concern, I cleared a few driveways." Emma's skill in finding the truth did not stop at being able to spot a lie, she was also able to tell when someone was leaving out information. A favourite tactic of Regina's. A few driveways meant that Regina had not stopped at her own, turns out she was taking this being selfless thing seriously. Emma considers questioning her on it, but decides just to let it slide. Still the information leaves her grinding her teeth in annoyance, Regina was the one who had caused the damn mess in the station and if their positions were reversed she would never get out of clearing it, but Regina would never be swayed.

It did not take her long to find out how much work Regina had done,people were thankful to the sheriff for all her hard work and throughout the day she received calls from the children's home, the school, and several of the residences that Emma had missed during her rounds phoned her to thank her. Turns out Regina had been very busy in the morning indeed. With every phone call Emma smiles a little wider and replies a little more sincerely. It was a shame that Regina was not getting the credit for it but Emma was happy to hear people were thankful of her work nevertheless.

[xx]

Emma's prediction rang true, the cleaning took most of the day and because of that she had decided to get Neal to come to the station before going to see Henry who was with his grandparents again. She just wanted some times to get a handle of the Neal situation before she dumped her son in it. In turns out that once she is finished, she only has twenty minutes before Neal is meant to arrive, not enough time to get a coffee, or start some paper-work but definitely too much time to just start twiddling her thumbs. Looking through the drawers of her desk, she spots the copy of The Princess Bride, Regina had given her at dinner the other day. Smiling to herself Emma reclines on her uncomfortable seat and opens the book. Inside the first page there is a note written in the purposeful handwriting of a child trying their best to make their writing legible.

Dear Mom,

I hope this is as inconceivable as the movie.

Love you and Merry Christmas.

Henry xx

Emma cannot help the painful knot that pulls at her stomach at those words the same way it always is when she is reminded that Henry and Regina had a relationship long before her. The page was marked with what looked suspiciously like tear-marks, yet another sign that Regina was missing her son dearly and would do anything to repair their relationship. Pushing the thought to the back of her mind she begins to read.

"I didn't know you read." Emma almost falls off her chair at the unexpected interruption, looking up she sees Neal leaning casually against the door frame as if he popped over for a visit all the time. He smiles easily as she glares at him, she had been reading about Westley saying "as you wish" to Buttercup, and her not understanding what it truly meant. She considers dog-earing the book just to piss Regina off, but seeing as it is clearly a sentimental piece she refrains, slipping a loose document in the page to mark her place instead.

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me" She snipes at Neal, who raises his eyebrows in shock, apparently the first visit to Storybrooke had not enforced the idea that he was not her favourite person. "Take a seat."

She nods towards the seat at the other side of her desk, he snorts at the authority in his voice but sits down without any protest.

"This is weird" He says indicating to the room around him, "who thought you'd be the one enforcing the law it's like one of our…" He trails of because of the dangerous look on Emma's face, from what she could gather he was going to mention one of the frequently mentioned fantasies of their relationship however, he was smart enough to know when to stop. Instead he looks uncomfortable and squirms a little in his seat.

"I want to set some ground rules." She grinds out, "about seeing Henry."

Setting ground rules for Neal had been one of the many points of discussion in the evening prior; Regina had actually been pretty helpful with her suggestions on the topic although to be fair she was on her third beer by that point.

"There will be no sugar before dinner, he must do his homework before you do anything fun with him – that includes reading comic books, he must be back long before his bed-time and on the unlikely incident that I allow him to stay over he will be in bed by his agreed time. He will not be going to New York with you for a weekend or otherwise until I have met Tamara and you have earned mine and potentially Regina's trust. Do I make myself clear?"

"What does Regina have to do with this?" Neal asks, idly slouching in his seat in a manner that makes Emma want to tell him to straighten himself out because they are having a serious conversation, but she manages to refrain herself.

"She's his mother." She states as those the answer is obvious

"Whatever." He says with a slight shrug of his shoulders, Emma feels like if he had gum he would be popping it right now. "I just thought there would be repercussions for siding with Cora is all."

"Listen," Emma snaps patience wearing thin, "She is being put on trial, but one of those repercussions is should not be having the right to be Henry's mother taken away from her. That is the mantle she earned in the first ten years of his life."

"Well to be fair I only found out he existed two months ago." Neal points out, as if it would have made a different.

"Oh yeah that's right, if you had known I was pregnant you would have fitted a cot into the back of the bug before you dumped me in jail." Emma glares at him, threatening him argue and say he would have done things differently when they both know that is not the case. He deflates slightly, if that were even possible.

"Alright, alright so you don't want me messing up the evil queens hard work, how he did not end up a psychopath is a wonder to me."

"Listen to me," Emma says her voice dropping several octaves, she tries not to dwell on how much she reminding herself of Regina right now. "He is a good kid, and if you do anything to hurt him, even unintentionally I will personally help Regina track you down and watch as she rips your heart from your chest."

She smiles widely, filled with all the false sincerity that she remembers from her first meeting from Regina, because she will be damned if he tried to come in here and take Henry away from them. Neal raises his eyebrows and expels a awkward breath, leaning back on his chair. Emma glares at him, just daring him to day something that will give her an excuse to send him packing.

"Look Ems, I just want to get to know my son. I will jump through any hoops that you... or Regina will set for me."

"You will not let him down." Emma warns.

"I will not let him down" Neal assures her, and Emma does not sense a lie but it would not be the first time he had gotten one over on her.

"One more thing, if you plan on staying here and interacting with Henry pull your father out of hiding. If he is doing something nefarious we would prefer he did it were we can apprehend him." She says with a sweet smile that barely conceals the threat.

"We?" Neal asks his question is innocent enough but it causes Emma to freeze. The natural assumption was that her use of the word we would refer to her parents and the other people in charge of protecting Storybrooke, but she had actually been thinking of Regina and their discussion about the changing atmosphere.

"All the people who have Storybrooke's best intentions at heart." She brushes off, rising form the chair. Neal follows suit and Emma cannot help but have one final shot at him..

"Henry is a good kid, if I see your presence having any negative effect of him whatsoever I will have you out of here so fast Regina have to take a trip to rip your heart out." She levels him with her best glare but instead of understanding Neal raises an eyebrow at her.

"Seriously Ems" He had the audicty to chuckle "We are cut from the same branch you and I, so do not go all high and mighty on me. Besides as I have said before the kid was raised by the evil queen. I'm failing to see the damage I could do."

"Listen to me." Emma's voice had dropped to a whisper and she was pretty close to falling into a blind rage for no other reason other than that was the effect Neal had on her. She knew now that somehow she was in the same position that Regina had been in a little over a year ago and her hostility was only partly to do with who Neal was and largely to do with the fact that Neal could seriously hurt Henry. Neal could take Henry away from her, Neal could somehow twist him into someone like them. "Somehow Henry is a great kid, he is honest and he is good. That was down to Regina, who was a better mother and father than we could ever have been and loved him while we were living our lives. I don't know how to she it based on her history but she did and you will not ruin her good work."

"Well it's not as if I knew about him, so I had no choice in the matter of who raised him," Neal protests throwing his arms up in the arm in exasperation.

"Would it have changed anything?" Emma asks quietly. Neal freezes because they both know that it would not. Neal still would have sold Emma in so that she could lived out the destiny that everyone was always telling her about. They share a soft sigh thinking of time gone by and the hope that Tallahassee had offered them.

"Let's go get Henry before I changed my mind." Emma says pulling her jacket on, Neal follows her without a word. Just as they are leaving the station Emma feels her phone buzz in her pocket. Pulling it out she sees Regina's name on the screen, she frowns. Her and Regina had only recently achieved civil terms but Emma does not think that she had ever seen Regina text. It was far to informal for the former queen. Besides after their argument this morning she thought she would have to fight to get in Regina's good graces again, apparently she was not the only one who was beginning to enjoy their interactions. Checking consiprationally over her shoulder Emma assures that Neal cannot see the screen of her phone, then she opens the message.

Miss Swan. Spend a few days with our son. Make sure he is well. Be at my home at 9.30 on Wednesday. RM

Emma rolls her eyes, only Regina could make an olive branch seem like a order. This was the brunette saying that despite their close to the bone argument this morning and that she was willing to give their friendship a shot. Emma smiles before sending a affirmative text back to the brunette.

She could survive the next few days with Neal, even if it were only to bitch about it to Regina when it was all over.