"Awesome" Henry said "We can call it- " But he didn't get to finish as Emma cut him off. "Operation Cobra, I told you, Henry, I'm from the future I know these things." She said half laughing.
They continued on their path to the house, and they didn't even make it fully halfway before the door flew open and an expensively dressed woman, Emma was all too familiar with ran outside towards them, hugging Henry in a deathlike grip.
"Henry! Are you ok? Where have you been?" The woman took a minute to let go of Henry to gaze up at the blonde before asking "What happened?" She looked at Henry who in turn looked at Emma.
Emma gave Henry a stern look that made him cower as he looked back up at Regina and grabbed her waist hugging her as tightly as she had less than minutes ago. "I'm sorry I ran away it won't happen again I promise." He said. Regina was utterly speechless.
She bent down forward to hug him back and placed a small kiss on his head. "It's ok my little Prince all is forgiven, just please don't scare me like that again ok?"
She lifted her head slightly to look down at him and Henry in turn looked up and smiled at her, nodding his head. Which made all the small fragments of anger in Regina's heart melt. He let go of her waist and walked back inside the house followed by Graham who was waiting by the front door.
Once Henry and Graham made it through the door Regina managed to get over her initial shock of what Henry said she looked up towards the blonde. Both of the women looked at each other, their eyes locked and sparks flew. Light sea green eyes met Dark chocolate brown ones, and the world seem to slow down, as everything besides them blurred out of their vision.
Regina couldn't take her eyes away from the crystal clear pupils in front of her. And Emma's mouth ran dry as the brunette made eye contact. Those warm pools of chocolate brown orbits were threatening to draw her in and never let go.
Until the brunette in question finally and did break the soul-stirring eye connection to look down shaking her head slowly. 'This woman has no idea what she's gotten herself into.' Regina thought dreadfully. But it was quickly brushed off as she straightened out her posture and looked back at Emma.
She stuck out her hand and introduced herself: "I'm Regina Mills, The Mayor of Storybrooke." The words rolled off her tongue like butter and sounded like music to Emma's ears.
And poor Emma must have either been starring too long or daydreaming (most likely both) because Regina's face had started showing the vein on her forehead. Which only appeared when she was mad, irritated, sarcastically angry, or forced to smile and do something she didn't want to.
So on instinct Emma's hand shot out to grab and shake the other woman's hand. "Emma, Emma Swan. I'm Henry's birth mother." Regina's face had softened when she shook hands but it turned into a glare when she mentioned"birth mother'' Never the less she invited the woman in.
"How would you like a glass of the best apple cider you've ever tasted?" Emma was staring at Regina as if she'd spoken another language. But eventually came to her senses (after brainstorming and try trying -yet failing,- to remember how she responded last time) and, like a Dork (in her opinion) She answered in the weirdest way possible, "Yeah, Sure you got anything stronger though?" She said with a cough mid-sentence nervousness glossing over her face.
But the brunette said nothing but smirk at the whole encounter, she seemed... confidant. And not knowing why with that woman... was dangerous. But Emma always did like playing with fire.