Marina requested one where the boys overhear their moms arguing and think they're getting a divorce. Roland's 3 here and Henry is 7.
Emma had been taking off a lot of time at the station lately. First Henry got the flu, then Roland caught it from him. Regina's job as mayor was a lot harder to schedule time off of, so the sheriff did it with little complaint. Was it easy? No, but they were her babies and she would clean sick buckets and make bowl after bowl of chicken noodle soup if it meant making them feel better.
But there was one smaller thing that had helped: she and Regina were going to be having a night away from the kids for their anniversaries. Emma's parents were driving up from Boston to watch the kids and the women were headed to a B&B, just a couple hours away. Their schedules were too hectic for much else but they hadn't had an adults only vacation since before Henry came into their lives.
Then Regina came home with Emma's favorite beer and chocolates. That should've been a sign. The next was how overly affectionate the mayor was being. Finally, Emma had about enough and demanded what the deal was. Regina reluctantly admitted that there was a very important gala the same night they were due to go and that she couldn't skip it. Emma hated going to those stupid galas and her wife never expected her to go, though she normally would. They already had babysitters, so Regina thought it wouldn't be a big deal. But Emma wasn't happy. She knew marrying the mayor meant things like this, but she had been looking forward to that night away! She had it all planned out. But she was so tired, she couldn't even explain why she was so upset.
"I'm sure we can still get our deposit back," Regina told her.
"I don't give a damn about our deposit, Regina!" Emma thundered back. "This is our anniversary for Christ's sake!"
"We'll go another weekend."
"When? My parents can't just drive up here all the time and I can't constantly be away from the station in case something happens, nor can you be away from this town!"
"You don't have to shout at me, Emma! I said I was sorry! But there will be important people at this event! If I don't go, I can forget about getting backup for the new parks and rec project I want to start!"
"It's always something!"
"And what about you, sheriff? How many times have you had to cancel date night because Graham calls out sick or Lester needs your help with the paperwork?"
"Leroy, his name is Leroy. He's your employee, technically, you should know his name!"
"Oh, so now you're mad because I don't know every Tom, Dick and Harry's name…"
"No, I'm mad because you cancelled this getaway! The one for our anniversary, no less! 10 years, that's a pretty big deal if you ask me!"
"Of course it is. You don't even have to go to the gala with me. We already have a sitter, why don't you go out with Mary Margaret?"
"I don't want to spend my anniversary with my best friend! I want to spend it with my wife! Does our marriage mean anything to you?!"
"Of course it does! There you go, being all melodramatic!"
"Great, so I'm being melodramatic for telling you how I feel. Coming from the woman who's mood changes quicker than the speed of light!"
What the two women didn't know, was that their sons had come in from outside where they had been playing. Their mommies had little arguments, but they never shouted at each other like this. In fact, neither shouted often. Got stern, yes. But shouting was rare. Roland hid behind Henry, clearly scared.
"Henny," he whispered. "Why Mama and Mommy yelling?"
"I don't know, Rolo," Henry replied, solemnly.
Roland covered his hands with his ears. "Too loud. Make them stop!"
"I don't think I can. This isn't good Rolo. My friend Grace, her mommy and daddy fought all the time and now they don't live together anymore."
"I no want Mama or Mommy to leave!" Roland wailed, tears falling down his face.
"It's going to be okay," Henry assured him. "Gracie says it's not so bad, that she just has to leave stuff at each house. We should pack up some stuff to bring when we visit."
Roland stuck his thumb in his mouth, nodding. Henry gently took him by the hand and lead him up the stairs to their bedrooms.
Back in the kitchen, Regina took some deep breaths. She looked into her wife's green eyes. She didn't see anger, she saw hurt.
"This is ridiculous. Tell me what this is really about." Emma didn't say anything. "Emma." Nothing. "Miss Swan."
Emma let out a long sigh. "It's just…I don't mind you not being able to take time off like I can. I get it, at the station I have a whole team that's equipped to at least do 75% of my job. You are the only one who can be mayor. But that means I'm the one taking care of the kids."
Regina was slowly starting to see it. "Which you have been doing a lot lately since they got sick."
"I don't mind it, they're my babies. I'll do whatever I need to in order to care for them. But it takes a toll. You had to sleep so you wouldn't be a mess in meetings, meaning I got about 12 hours of sleep in a course of a week."
The mayor stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Emma's waist. "And I'm sure the thought of getting to spend the night at a B&B where we could just relax and sleep in is what got you through it."
"Kinda." Emma sighed. "I'm sorry I lost my cool, Regina. I'm just…tired. I don't get why. I used to run on nothing when I was in the FBI."
"Chasing after criminals is a lot different than caring for sick kids. You deserve a little R&R. Look, I can't call off this gala but why don't we reschedule it for the following weekend? I'll clear my schedule, threaten Graham and Leroy into keeping everyone in shape down at the station. If your parents can't come, then we can ask Mary Margaret and David or Jefferson to look after the boys. You know they're always up for having sleepovers with Neal and Grace."
Emma smiled. "Sounds good. Did I apologize, yet?"
"You don't need to." She gently kissed her wife. "Now, what do you say we go get the boys and head to Granny's for dinner. Give us both a break from cooking."
"Sounds good."
They went into the entry way and saw the boys' muddy shoes by the door. Figuring they must have come inside, they headed upstairs and went into Henry's room. They saw he was putting some stuff in his suitcase, with a few piles around him. Both mothers raised an eyebrow.
"Uh, Squish?" Regina asked. Henry looked up. "What's going on?"
"I'm deciding what to take."
"What to take where? Running off to join the Wiggles on tour?" Emma teased. She got serious when she saw that her son wasn't joking.
"For when you and Mommy get a divorce."
"What? Henry, Mommy and I aren't getting a divorce."
"You two were screaming at each other. Grace said that her parents screamed at her and then her mommy moved out."
Both women felt their hearts sink. The boys had overheard them arguing. They had argued before, but that had been a pretty bad one.
"I'm just deciding what to bring. I don't know if I want to keep Charming here or there," he held up his favorite teddy bear.
Before either of his moms could reply, Roland walked in. "I need help."
"With what?" Regina asked, wearily.
"My suitcase. Can't find it."
"Alright, family meeting. Come on," Emma said, scooping up the toddler and sitting with him on her lap on the bed. Regina took Henry by the hand and lead him over, pulling him onto her own lap.
"Listen boys," the mayor began. "Yes, Mama and I had a fight. We shouldn't have been screaming at each other like that, that's not how you solve an argument, but we were just both very upset. Doesn't make it okay, though."
"I love your mommy very, very much and she loves me. Neither of us are going to leave, no one is getting divorce. You both can keep your stuff here."
"Promise?" Henry asked.
Regina cupped his face. "I promise."
Emma stroked Roland's curls. "And we love you both. We're sorry we scared you so much."
"No more yelling?" The smallest member of the family asked.
"No more yelling," the blonde assured him, kissing his temple.
"You and Mommy make me and Roland hug after we fight," Henry pointed out. "And say we love each other."
Regina and Emma smiled. They pulled both their sons in for a big family group hug.
"I love you, Em," Regina said, looking lovingly at her wife.
"I love you too, Gina," Emma replied, kissing her. "And I love our two little monkeys." The women showered her sons' faces with kisses. The boys instantly felt better. As long as their mommies were staying together and they didn't have to split up their stuff, they were happy.
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