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"Regina, wait!" Emma yelled at the mayor when she saw her in front of the auditorium doors.
Regina stopped and stared at the sheriff with her lips pursed. Even if they were pretending to act in a civil manner towards each other for Henry's wellbeing it didn't mean that they were best friends and would do things together. But today was the nativity play organized by Henry's school, so of course they would both be there and they would have to be together. Emma tried to make her way through a walking mass of people to get to where Regina was standing, but it was harder than she had expected. Regina looked amused at Emma's effort to get to her; if it had been her crossing, the people would stop for her - little things fear did.
"If this is about Henry spending Christmas with you," the brunette started as soon as Emma was couple of feet away from her. "I haven't changed my opinion and I don't think this is the right time to discuss - "
"I'm here to invite you and Henry to spend Christmas with us," Emma interrupted her, catching her breath from the exertion of battling her way through the crowds.
"You want me to celebrate Christmas with you and your family?" Regina asked, in a tone Emma wanted to call disgusted.
Emma nodded. "It was Mary Margaret's idea, actually," she said to make it clear that she was as thrilled as Regina was. "That way we could both spend it with Henry."
"Why would Mary Margaret suggest that? I tried to kill her," Storybrooke's mayor stated, crossing her arms, "On multiple occasions." she added
"She told me that Christmas is a time to renew bonds of love." Regina raised an eyebrow, as if the words Emma spoke surprised her. "It's a time to use that love to build bridges of understanding, acceptance, and forgiveness."
"Yes, that sounds like something she would say," the mayor said after a while. Emma couldn't figure out if she meant Mary Margaret or Snow White.
"So, are you coming?" Emma asked, a tiny, hesitant smile gracing her lips.
"I have to think about it, dear," Regina replied dryly. "Or did you think that I'd forget of all the plans I already made just because you and your mother invited me over?"
Emma refrained from replying - truth was, she already regretted having invited Regina for Christmas. But it was the best thing for Henry, and Henry was all that mattered.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, please be seated," Mary Margaret asked from the stage. "The nativity is about to start."
Emma sat next to David, and surprisingly Regina sat next to her. "I can't wait to see Henry as a wise man," David said, almost in a whisper, to Emma. "He didn't let me see his costume."
"That's because he says dresses are for girls," Emma replied, trying not to laugh, as the lights were turned off.
Henry was good kid, who always followed the orders he received and didn't protest. That is, until Mary Margaret had showed him what he had to wear for the nativity. First, Henry had thought it was a joke, his jaw dropping and his eyes wide open; then, when he understood that Mary Margaret was being serious about the dress, he had refused to wear it, saying that he would not dress as a girl; finally, when he realised he was losing the battle he gave them the biggest tantrum that Emma had seen since she met the boy. It also took Mary Margaret by surprise, who decided to give in and make some modifications.
"How did you get him to use the dress, then?" David asked.
"Your wife made him a badass sword and a kickass crown."
"I do hope you don't use that vocabulary when my son is around, dear," they heard Regina say.
Emma turned to face Henry's adoptive mother. "I do hope he doesn't get the bad habit of eavesdropping, dear," the blonde snapped.
"I thought you two were getting along for Henry," David commented, shrinking back slightly when the two women shot him identical glares. "Well, if Christmas is going to be like this, I'm sure he'll spend the next ones with Neal," he said. Then, in a barely audible tone: "I know I would."
The blonde was about to reply rudely to her father when a song started playing. She turned to see Paige, dressed as an angel, and speaking to the children who were dressed as Joseph and the Virgin Mary. Emma relaxed in her chair and decided to enjoy the show. She'd deal with her life's problems another time.