Henry Mills knew something was up between his mothers. It was more than just the fact that his birth mother was not only over for dinner, but that she was speaking to his adoptive mother. Civilly. She looked like a different woman than the one he saw just a few days prior. She was smiling for one and engaging and listening for another.

His brunette mother's demeanor had also changed. First, she didn't have her worry brow on, which was something she has been wearing every day since his blonde mother had returned from her misadventure. Second, she was laughing at Emma's lame jokes.

Like properly laughing.

It was a rare thing for Regina Mills to let go of herself, and never in front of company! He pushed around his peas and considered what could be going on with the two women most dear to him.

"Henry," Regina warned, "You know you don't like cold peas."

"Yeah eat up kid! If you don't like the taste, hide em in your mashed potatoes. See?" She held up a green polka dotted glob of fluffy white potatoes on her fork and then stuffed it in her mouth. "Can't even taste em!" she said with her mouth full. This got a hearty laugh from the Mayor, and that confirmed something was definitely going on.

"Alright!" he said frustrated with both of their behaviors. "What is going on?"

Both women looked stunned at his outburst. "Whaddya mean?" Emma asked just before she swallowed.

"I mean… what the heck is going on with you two!?" He looked at his brunette mother, "If I so much as open my mouth with a mouth full of food I would be reprimanded… harshly! And you like me!"

"Are you suggesting I don't like Miss Swan, Henry?" Regina asked honestly offended.

"Not as much as you like him.." Emma replied to her with a chortle.

"Would you feel better if I reprimanded your mother, Henry?" Regina asked rhetorically, and Emma clenched her thighs together which made the sting in her ass bite and caused her to hiss.

"Be mindful of yourself Miss Swan," Regina winked knowingly then looked back at her son who was looking suspiciously between them. She rolled her eyes at the boy who was forcing her hand, she wanted to wait until after dinner to discuss Emma's and her change in facebook status, or whatever it was the kids were calling a commitment these days, but she knew her son, and he wasn't letting this go.

"Alright, you caught us!" Emma blurted out just as Regina was going to carefully outline the intricacies of their relationship. "I'm in love with your mom, and she loves me, and I'm going to move in, is that cool with you?"

"I thought you were dating Robin, Mom?" He looked at his brunette mother who was flabbergasted and looking at his blonde mother like she just lit a puppy on fire at the dinner table.

"She isn't anymore. Grown-up stuff happened, and now she's dating me. Okay?" Emma replied for the brunette who was still fish gaping at her.

"Oh," Henry thought about it for a moment and added, "So you're gonna live here, and we'll be like a real family and stuff?"

This question snapped Regina's attention when it reminded her of specific desires she held so long ago for this right here. Her family. Emma and their child and happily ever after. This was it. This is what she had been waiting a lifetime for, it was right here all along.

"Yes, darling. We are a family," she answered quietly with a watery sting in the back of her eyes.

Emma reached over and grasped the brunette's hand in hers and squeezed in silent support.

"Okay. Good. Does that mean you're gonna stop moping about, ma?" he asked Emma.

Emma chuckled, "Probably not permanently, but yeah, for the most part, I'm feeling much happier." She looked at his brunette mother with a wide dimple smile, and his adoptive mother blushed.

"Ew did you guys tell Gramma yet? She is going to trip balls!"

"Henry!" the two women scolded in unison.

Emma was in the kitchen cleaning up the dinner dishes, Henry rushed upstairs to his room mumbling something about a math test, and Regina sat on a stool at the kitchen island and watched her pet, lost in her newly regained memories. As Emma shut off the water and wiped down the counter, a thought occurred to the brunette.

"I called you Miss Swan, Emma." The brunette pinched her features as she looked at the Sheriff.

"Yeah?"

"In the Enchanted Forest... you asked me to call you that," she stated more than asked as her brain filled in the gaps she focused on.

"I know."

"Why?"

"I missed you," Emma replied shyly.

"You were with me."

"Okay, so I missed The Mayor you."

Flashes of the nude Savior strapped to a wooden bedframe came into mind and the request that the Evil Queen offered her pretty blonde pet echoed in her mind. "Were you thinking about the Mayor me when the Queen me was eating your pussy?" Regina squinted her eyes as she stared at the blonde waiting for a response.

"Maybe," Emma replied noncommittally.

Regina folded her arms over her chest and pouted out her bottom lip. She felt pangs of jealousy as she tried to sort through how she felt about their current situation.

"You can't be mad Regina!"

"AND offended! I can so!" Regina insisted.

"It was still you!"

"It was a different me!"

"Not to me." The blonde folded up the tea towel and threaded it through the oven's door handle and continued her defense, "I see her in you just as much as I saw you in her. I love every aspect of you. When I asked you to call me Miss Swan, I was missing the part of you that wasn't going to execute me!"

"So you missed Mayor me and asked Queen me to call you Miss Swan while Queen me was eating you out?" The million dollar question passed through the brunette's mind, and she instantly asked it aloud, "Did you desire Mayor me before that point?"

Emma nodded her head, and her cheeks blushed a light pink.

Regina's eyebrows lifted in surprise, "When did you start desiring Mayor me?"

Emma closed her eyes as the memory of when she first saw Regina Mills run from within her home and clutch their 10-year-old son in her arms, and she smiled fondly. "You were wearing a gray knee-length sleeveless dress with a thin silver belt, dark stockings, and black high heels. It was when your hair was real short in that cute little bob you used to wear, remember? Your arms were defined, and I could see how powerful they were in the moonlight. You had been crying, so your mascara was running a little bit, but that just added to your beauty. My god, you were breathtaking. You looked at me, tears still wet on your cheeks, and I knew at that moment, my life would never be the same."

Regina chuckled pushing aside how the Savior described her made her feel and asked, "You've got a good memory, I don't remember that at all. What was I crying about?"

"Henry had stolen a credit card and ran away from home, and you were worried because you didn't know where he was," Emma replied sheepishly.

Regina's smile faded as the realization of when exactly Emma meant hit her. "The night you came to Storybrooke?"

Emma nodded with a dreamy smile.

"That's when you started desiring me?"

"Oh god yeah! That dress hugged you in all the right places and made your arms look delicious!"

Regina blushed, completely flattered, and taken aback at the blonde's admission.

"I would have asked you out if you hadn't gotten all psycho hell bitch on my ass for no good reason," Emma chuckled.

"Lest you forget, I had a damn good reason for trying to run you out of town Miss Swan," Regina defended her actions but considered how different their lives could have been if she'd been less broken.

Emma rolled her eyes, "Oh yes! Your precious little curse! How could I forget?" Emma mocked, and both women chuckled.

"The first time I called you Miss Swan, here in Storybrooke… was that night… the words felt familiar. It felt right, do you think I called you that because somewhere deep inside of me I remembered that you asked me to call you that 30 years ago?" Regina asked.

"That's the question that plagues every time travel sci-fi series known to mankind, but what really fries your noodle is would I still have asked you to, in the past, if it wasn't something that already reminded me of you from the future?"

"What?" Regina shook her head trying to wrap her head around what was just said, and Emma chuckled.

"Chicken or the Egg?" Emma replied.

"What?" Regina demanded, thoroughly more confused than she had been before. Emma smiled wide and circled the island and wrapped her arms around her Queen. Her Mayor. Her Regina.

"I think every moment in both of our lives inched us here. I don't think destiny cares much for when things happen, how far apart things happen or in what order they happen. I think whatever force that drove us together, had its endgame in mind and this has always been the result."

Warm fingers wrapped themselves around the tall blonde and Regina let out a content agreeable sigh.