Hello everyone! I'm so sorry that this took so long! Life got in the way of things but I'm hoping to start updating this story every other weekend? I know that I'm going to be around more to finish not only this story but the other one I have going. Once again sorry for the super long wait! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

-That Friday-

Regina was bustling around the kitchen trying her best to ignore the doubts rising inside of her. She didn't want this dinner to happen. A hand fell to rest against belly as she closed her eyes for a few seconds to try and gather herself. Things were going so we'll and she didn't want for them to change like she knew they would after this dinner. She wanted to have the love that Henry was finally offering her again, she wanted this budding friendship with Emma. But she knew that all of that was likely to change once this dinner was over. She knew that they had the right to be upset with her, the right to hate her, especially Snow. She that telling them it happened during the curse wasn't going to change anything. She deserved whatever they had to say and though she didn't like it she knew that she deserved it.

There was a thousand scenarios running through her head but they all ended with her being left alone with her own heartache and her tears at the dining room table. But she couldn't think about that right now. Not when she still had the time to leave all this behind. She could still return back to her apartment in Boston. She could leave this town behind and the bad memories along with it. She could raise her daughter (or son) by herself and not worry about the whispers or the looks that came with this town. She could do it.

But she knew it wouldn't happen.

She wouldn't let herself runaway from her problems, from her past and especially not from Henry. She knew he was going to be upset with but she hoped, god how she hoped, that he would eventually forgive her for what she had done. That he would understand somehow and find it in his beautiful little heart to still love her and to love his little sister.

So, with her son in mind she dropped her hand from her stomach and shoved her thoughts of running and hiding aside so she could focus on making dinner for her guest. She wanted to go with her signature dish of lasagna but considering the last time she made it for David things got a bit out of hand. So in the end she decided that chicken Parmesan over spaghetti with a side of Caesar salad and garlic knots would be the best course of action.

Cooking took her longer than it usually did. When she wasn't dashing off to throw up (she wasn't sure if she would handle chicken again after this) or munching on strawberries she was dealing with Henry. He was out of school and had shown up after school with homework, news and a desire to help and find out what was happening. She did her best to keep her face calm and not give away anything about what was going on and why she was hosting not only him and Emma but his grandparents as well. Eventually she passed him a plate of cut up apples with caramel to dip them in and sent him into the family room to play whatever video game he was into at the moment. Once she was alone she was able to focus more on dinner and making sure that everything was perfect. Even though she knew the night was going to end badly she at least wanted the dinner to be good.

-later that night-

To say that things were awkward was perhaps an understatement. Emma and her parents had arrived right one time and had been greeted by Henry. He was excited to have his entire family here for family dinner so he was quite alright with carrying the conversation. While they waited for the food to finish they spoke in the hall about Henry's school and everything he was learning. They spoke about him wanting to learn archery and how to handle a sword, something his grandparents were very excited to hear and offered right away to teach him. When that conversation ended they stood there awkwardly. Thankfully, the timer went off and Regina was excusing herself to scurry into the kitchen to gather the food and bring it to the table.

David wanted to go and help her, not wanting her to carry all of it by herself. But he let himself get dragged with his wife and daughter into the dining room by his very excited grandson. He took a seat beside Snow and across from Henry while Emma sat beside Henry. Which Regina at the head of the table when she returned. He noticed that the salad and garlic knots were already on the table and hoped that he could just stuff his face with food throughout all the small talk so he wouldn't have to say anything that would move the conversation in the direction of Regina or the child she was carrying. He expected it to happen eventually, he knew how excited Henry was to be a big brother and he also knew that Regina was ready to get this over with. He could only hope that the both of them at least waited until they had dessert.

Of course he wasn't so lucky. His grandson seemed to pick up that he was thinking about the baby so of course he had to declare. "Mom is going to let me pick out the baby's name."

Regina nearly choked on her bite of pasta. She took a sip of water and took a bit of time to wipe her face before replying. "Henry. I said that you could pick the middle name. Not the first." She reached to poke him in the nose. "Though I'm willing to consider first name if you can offer a name that's not from one of your comic books."

A huff escapes from the boy as he replies. "I still think Wanda or Natasha is a good name."

Emma snorts around her forkful of parmesan and manages to swallow her food before she replies. "Wanda? Kid, seriously? At least go with like Mary Jane or something classic and traditional. Your mom doesn't seem like a Wanda kinda girl."

Regina's eyes narrow at Emma's for a fraction of a second before looks towards David, giving him a nod, before she clears her throat and places down her glass. "I want to to discuss something with you all. The news might be...I know it shall be upsetting and I only wish for you to know that I am sorry about it. That…" she pauses as Henry grabs her hand. "Henry?"

"You aren't leaving? Mom..you can't leave. Please don't leave." His bottom lip trembling as he eyes his mother.

"Oh Henry. No." Her hand covers his and gives it a comforting squeeze. "Not unless you wish for me to go. I am going to be right here." She leans forward and kisses his forehead, savoring it because she fears that it might be the last time she gets the chance to do so. She eventually straightens up and focuses her attention once again on the adults in the room. She could see the fear and worry in David's eyes, the curiosity in both of Emma and Snows. God, it felt like her heart was going to beat right of her chest. She needed to get on with it already. With that she clears her throat and continues. "I'm just going to go right out and say it because I've never been one to beat around the bush. This child...this child was." her words seem to catch in her throat and she feels like she might vomit.

David sees how Regina pales and he knows that he has to step in. "The child is mine. She's carrying my child."

The silence that unleashes upon the room is deafening. Henry isn't entirely sure what he just heard or how it could be true and Emma seems to be in the same boat as her son. Beside Emma there is Snow sitting with a look of complete shock on her face. She looks from her husband to her step-mother and tries her best to process what was just said. "You...you got her pregnant?" Her voice cracks on the word she struggled to get out.

David's throat is dry but he manages to swallow and nod his head. "I did. It was during the curse. I.." he's lost for words because he can see the tears in Snow's eyes and he wants to comfort her. He wants to make her feel better but he can't bring himself to move forward because he knows that he doesn't have the right to touch her nor comfort her.

"It was my doing. After he woke up coma I invited him over for dinner and well it happened. I know now that it was wrong. He didn't have his memories and he had no idea who I was and I strung him along just because I wanted to make you suffer, Snow." Regina's voice growing soft as she manages a glance at her step-daughter. "I didn't..I wasn't thinking about anything besides that until it was over and I knew..I knew that I went to far. And I'm...I'm sorry." the words taste odd in her mouth but she speaks the truth as she keeps her gaze focused on the other woman.

Emma finally managed to find her voice as she glanced away from the spot on the wall she was staring at. "You're sorry?" She spits out. "You're sorry for sleeping with my dad? How fucked is that? How fucked up are you that you had to go and fuck him?"

Each word is like a stab to Regina's heart but she pushes herself up slightly and glares at Emma. "What your mouth around my son, ."

"You're son?!" Emma springs up, knees knocking into the table as she looks at her. "Do you honestly think he wants anything to do with you after this? You're pregnant with his grandfather's kid! Henry..get your stuff we're leaving. This was a mistake I shouldn't have called her back here. I'm sorry." She whirls around to look at her mother who had been silent this entire time. "I'm so sorry."

Regina's heart was beating wildly in her chest as she tried calm her thoughts but all she kept hearing was that she was a fuck up. That she shouldn't be here. That Emma was going to take her son...she was going to take her son.

"I'm staying here." Henry finally speaks up. This causes Emma to stop in her tracks and Regina's breaths to calm. The boy glances up to Emma and then focuses on his mom. "You're having grandpa's baby." his face scrunches up at just saying it. "But you said sorry..you..you seem to mean it. You came back even though you told me you were scared about how the baby's dad's family and friends would react if they knew you were pregnant. I'm not going to leave you, mom. I'm really confused by all of this but it happened during the curse. You aren't the same as you were a few months ago when it happened." his nose scrunching up once again at the it. He knew the basics about how babies were made and at the moment he didn't need to know anymore. He looked back to his blonde mother as he said. "I'm upset with my mom but I'm not leaving her." He knew in his gut that this was the right thing to do. He feared that if he left tonight he'd come back tomorrow and she'd be gone. Sure, this was all really, really, messed up but he wouldn't leave his mom for it.

"Kid.."

"You heard him." Regina breaths out. She feels as if a small weight has been lifted off her shoulders. Her son didn't hate her. He still wanted her even though she had messed up. Now she needed to focus on Snow. She glances towards the woman and realized that she was staring her down with an unreadable expression on her face. "Snow..?"

"We were cursed." The woman's voice was soft. "I can understand that we were cursed. David..you didn't know what you were doing so I can't completely fault you." She spares him the briefest glance before she focuses back on Regina, her eyes darting down to the bump she could see through Regina's dress. "But I can place the fault in you, Regina. You knew and you still did it. I can't..I can't even say anything. I just need to go. I need some time. I.." her voice cracks as she pushes herself up from the table. She's surprised that Emma's arm wraps around her and seems to hold her up. "I need to go."

Emma glares at Regina as she guides her mother out of the dining room. She spares a glance at David as she bites out. "Maybe you should stay at Grannys or something." With that parting word she was guiding Snow out of the house with a final slam of the door.

The three remaining people at the table sat silently for a few moments before Henry spoke up with a soft question "Are you guys going to get together?"

A sharp intake of breath is all Regina can manage at first before she shakes her head at her son. "No. No we are not getting together, Henry. What happened between David and I was a one time thing." She doesn't even spare a glance at David because she knew if she did that light fluttering in her stomach would only grow worse.

David slowly nods a head as his brows bunch together. "You're mother's right, Henry." He doesn't understand why his stomach clenches at his agreement and he surely isn't going to question it.

"We are not going to get together."