After they got showered and dressed, Emma and Regina sat in the study drinking coffee and eating croissants, and waiting anxiously for Henry to return. Emma noticed Regina was overly fidgety and quiet, completely unlike her normal calm, smooth demeanor. Emma sat behind her on the couch and rubbed her shoulders.

"I know this is nerve-wracking, but it'll be ok. Henry is the best kid in the world, and he just wants us to be happy."

"I know, but he's the only person outside of us whose opinion really matters to me, and I'm worried if he doesn't support this that it could be a problem for us."

"We'd work it out. And he'll get used to it, even if he reacts badly initially." She turned Regina's face toward her and kissed her lips. "This will be ok. Ok?"

"Ok."

At that exact moment, the door slammed. "Mom?"

"In here, Henry."

Henry bounded through the door. "Hey! Ma! What are you doing here?"

"Henry, come sit with us. We were just talking about you. Did you have fun?"

"Yeah, it was great." Then he looked from one to the other, furrowing his eyebrows. "Should I be worried? You two are alone in this house first thing in the morning, and you're not trying to kill each other. Is one of you dying? Moving? What's going on?"

"No honey, it's nothing like that."

They encouraged Henry to sit between them and smiled lovingly at him.

"Something happened last night—it's nothing bad—but we want to talk to you about it." Emma marveled at how, now that Henry was in the room and she was wearing her mom hat, Regina seemed remarkably calm and fluid.

"I was upset last night, and Emma came to make sure I was ok. And this may be hard for you to understand, especially given how we've been since you brought Emma to Storybrooke, but we suddenly realized that we had feelings for each other. Romantic feelings. The thing is… We're… I have… We are…"
Emma put her hand over Regina's.

"We're in love, Kid," Emma said with a small smile.

Henry just looked from one to the other. At first he looked incredulous, Emma thought, and her heart sunk. But then his expression changed, and he sported a huge grin.

"Thank God. I thought you two idiots would never figure it out."

"What?" Regina said, her eyes wide.

"I've known for such a long time that you guys were each other's true loves. But I honestly thought you'd never figure it out because you were too focused on hating each other. I'm glad. So glad. I love you guys. You're my moms, and I just want you to be happy."

Tears shined in Emma's eyes, and Regina just shook her head, totally stunned by Henry's reaction.

"True loves?" Regina repeated the words, like they were in a foreign language.

Henry nodded vigorously. "Just think about it. It all makes sense. You guys are connected in a way that other people aren't. Plus your magic. This means we're going to be like a real family?"

Both women were silent, completely gob smacked.

"Ok, I can see I've thrown a lot at you guys. You know what? I'm just going to go upstairs because I have some homework I have to catch up on before tomorrow. You guys just do... whatever you do."

Henry kissed Emma on the cheek, turned and kissed Regina, and then bounded from the room like a giant puppy.

Emma and Regina sat rooted to the couch, staring straight ahead for a full minute after Henry had left the room. Still looking forward, Regina reached for Emma's hand and cradled it in her lap. "Em?"

"Still here."

"That was—"

"Bananas."

"Er, yes. That was more than we bargained for. He certainly took it well."

"You might say that."

"Are you freaking out?" Regina said, her voice once again filled with uncertainty. That woke Emma up, the worry coating Regina's voice. Emma turned to face her.

"No. Regina, no. I'm a little stunned, but that was the best possible outcome. Just, the fact that our teenage son who brought me here in the first place could see before we did that we were meant to be together—it's kind of a mind fuck."

Regina's face blossomed into the most gorgeous smile. "Elegantly said, as usual, dear."

Emma pulled Regina's face into her hands. "You know, that's how I knew."

"What is?"

"That smile, it's the most stunning smile in the history of the world. And it does things to me. Always has."

"Really?" Regina said with a smirk.

"Yes, really."

"Do you want to talk about the true love thing?"

"I mean, I have obviously heard my parents talking about it, and I always just assumed it meant soul mates. Like a cosmic connection layer over regular love. Or something."

"Yes, that's right. Basically. But real true love has power. It's kind of a big deal."

"Do you think we are each other's true loves?"

"I do. Is that hard for you to hear?"

"Why would it be hard for me to hear that I have a cosmic, magic connection with the sexiest, bravest, most sensational woman I've ever met, who also happens to be my son's mother? I think I'm good with it. It's you I'm worried about. You just found out you are the lucky one to have a pig-headed, goofy, uneducated orphan for a soul mate. Woo hoo! You won the lottery!"

Regina's eyes lit up with tears, and she locked in on Emma's emerald eyes. "Dammit! Listen to me. You need to hear me right now, ok? I know I spent the last few years since you got here putting you down and making you miserable, but that was because of my own insecurities, ok? This is how I see you, what I'm about to say, right now."

"Emma, despite all the obstacles I threw at you before you were old enough to crawl, despite all the pathetic losers who tried to break you along the way, with basically no help from the world, you became the strongest, most genuine, most intelligent woman I have ever met. You are a survivor. You have beauty in every part of you, and it gleams. You are honest and genuine. You are the Savior, for Christ's sake. And I am so lucky to call you mine. I do feel like I hit the lottery, and I am overwhelmed because I have obviously never been lucky in love before. And I guess I'm a little scared that I will ruin it. Because that's what I do, even when I don't mean to."

"But please, never question your worthiness because you are my equal in every sense of the word. If you weren't, you could not be my true love."

Emma, who hadn't blinked since Regina started talking, let out a whimper. She sunk to her knees, and Regina followed her down. Emma gripped Regina's biceps and leaned in to kiss her lips.

"I think I'm scared because I don't believe in luck. I've never been lucky. Luck is crap."

"Neither have I. I don't believe in luck. But this isn't luck. It's magic. And I believe in you."

"Ditto."