Chap 3
Henry was quiet on the drive back to the apartment. If she was being honest with herself, she was glad for the silence. Still trying to process what had just happened. Regina had allowed Emma into her house, allowed Emma to take Henry and then let them leave. Something was very seriously wrong.
When Emma had arrived at the Mansion she was, well, she was looking forward to the verbal assault she usually got from the brunette, she liked the game of Wit they had. Regina seemed to be the only one able to rise to the occasion and never, until now, failed to meet expectation. But now instead of the vision of beautiful, but dangerous power suits and fuck me heels, all Emma can see when she thinks of Regina is the woman that opened the door, deflated, defeated, tired, although still beautiful. Emma felt her heart break a little when she realised the brunette had been crying, and kicked herself for only noticing that detail now, as she pulled up outside the apartment she shared with Mary Margaret.
Deciding it was late enough, she put Henry to bed, promising to talk about the events of this evening with him tomorrow, after a small debate about the matter he finally agreed with a yawn and g'night, aimed at Mary Margaret, he went to get ready for bed.
'Henry is staying with us for tonight, I don't know whats happening, but Something is wrong' before she could explain the events of the day Henry reappeared. 'I know I'm a bit old for this, but can you tuck me in? Mom normally does and it feels weird not being tucked in' he says quietly, slightly embarrassed by his request. Emma threw a look at MM that was a cross between 'i'm sorry' and 'we'll talk later' before heading up the stairs, turning Henry and guiding him to bed by his shoulders. After tucking him and giving him a quick kiss on the forehead Emma left, lingering at the top of the stairs, thinking about how domestic and motherly this felt.
Hearing the distinct sound of cups in the kitchen Emma headed down stairs to the much welcome smell of coffee, and a waiting Mary Margaret sitting at the breakfast bar clearly expecting an explanation. Not knowing where to start Emma took a long sip of coffee before starting from the moment she got a text from Henry, she skipped over the part where Regina was, well not herself, feeling like sharing that informant would somehow be a breach of the brunette's privacy.