I'm still surprised the story has gone on this long, but I'm willing to enjoy it. Writing this chapter was hard. I'm tired and need to stop...being tired. My schedule is packed and I barely have time to myself, so updates will make themselves a bit more scarce. Thank you all for the support, please send feedback, and I hope you enjoy!

———Regina———

The little group of heroes were gathered in the library, which seems to be the new meeting spot since including Belle in their adventures. At least, the heroes, plus me. I haven't yet included myself as a hero, but Snow is trying to convince me to.

Everyone was arguing over what to do with Zelena, especially since we didn't know where to find her. I reminded them all that we were in a very public place where the woman of the conversation could find us easily, but when the talking quieted, it would escalate again.

I zoned in and out of conversations, catching the words of some, and floating off into space in the next second. While the others were having an argument, I voiced my disinterest to Snow. She told me I just had to endure it until we came to a conclusion on what to do and gave me a warm kiss. That stopped the argument almost immediately, making David look pale and Emma avert her eyes. I chuckled inwardly, but hid my amusement and glared at them. Sometime, I'll take Snow against a window when she's expecting Emma or David over, make the little kisses seem like heaven.

The thought of making David jealous turned into a string of fantasies, all about Snow, in the middle of the 'meeting.' That was how I bided my time until I could leave.

We had all decided to ask Gold for a potion to restore Henry's memory, like the one he used on Belle when she had been Lacey. We still weren't sure how he was back, but he was, and that's all that mattered. We weren't sure where Neal had gone, though, but Emma was searching for him, along with everything else going on.

The bell over the door of his shop chimes in time with the door moving.

"The Evil Queen and her lover, Snow White. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Do you remember the potion you gave to Belle? To get her memories back?" I asked.

"Straight to the point, I see. Yes, I do remember."

"We need one to use on Henry."

"Still can't jog his memory? Well, I'm the wrong person to turn to, dearie. I'm not the one who made the potion, believe it or not. It was your dear old dwarf you gave it to me. Said it was from Mother Superior, and that the ingredient she used to perfect it was when Pinocchio was revived. Go talk to her."

"Thank you, Mr. Gold." Snow turned around to leave the shop, but I pulled her back by the arm.

"What's your price?" I asked skeptically.

"This one was free of charge." Snow bowed her head in thanks, while I scrutinized him. "Congratulations, by the way. Henry will be thrilled to find out he'll be having a new sibling soon."

"How did you know?"

"I have my ways. Now run along and play 'heroes.' When Henry remembers who he is, tell him I say congratulations."

"Tell him yourself," I said, letting Snow pull me out of the shop.

"Come on. Let's go get back your son." I saved us both the trouble and anticipation of driving, instead poofing to the front of the building.

"I'll text Emma and let her know what's going on. You go in."

"Why? Aren't you coming?"

"I'm not welcome."

"You are, especially if you're with me."

"Snow, it's for the best. If we're lucky, this will take twenty minutes, tops."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course. In that time, I'll drive the car here."

"Thank you," she said, pecking me on the cheek. "I love you."

"Love you too. Now go." She grinned at me and turned around to the massive, wooden building. I disappeared as soon as she started up the steps and back to my Mercedes in front of Gold's shop.

I drove it back to the convent and parked in front of the building. She came out not ten minutes later with her hands clenched around a small bottle and a soft smile on her face. I rolled down my window and smiled at her. She grinned widely back and pulled open the door, climbing inside and slamming the door behind her.

"I got it."

"I'm surprised they even gave it to you."

"They said they were doing this for Henry." I nodded and pulled away from the curb.

"Once we do this, I think we should celebrate."

"Define 'celebrate.'" Snow looked across the seat at me skeptically.

"Well, I'm tired of celebrating at Granny's with a free drink, frozen lasagna, and crowds of people. We should do something else, just Henry, you and I. Maybe go away for a weekend or let him stay home from school for a day and watch movies."

"Regina Mills! Are you suggesting we let your son skip school?" I grinned coyly.

"Just one day couldn't hurt." She laughed.

"It wouldn't hurt, compared to the days he's missed already."

"It's not my fault Greg and Tamara kidnapped him. That's what started it all."

"I guess your right." I pulled into the garage at my mansion and parked. "I mean, it wouldn't hurt..."

"I knew you'd see it my way. Anything would be better than those god-awful celebrations at Granny's."

"Hey! The first one was my idea!"

"It's just gotten...old. We need something new."

"I agree. But first, we need to find Henry."

"Emma had texted back. She said she'll take Henry here."

"Then I suggest we get his potion ready."

"I'll put it in a glass of orange juice. Make it more discreet." Snow wrapped her arms around my body.

"Good idea," she whispered sensually in my ear. I licked my lips and reluctantly let her go, wishing we had more time to ourselves before Henry and Emma arrived.

I went to the kitchen and found the container of orange juice I had only bought for the anticipation of Henry coming. It seems like my over-excitement would pay off.

I poured the juice and watched Snow pour half of the blue concoction into the glass. The orange juice shimmered, then settled to it's original state. The doorbell rang as I started making Snow and myself coffee.

"I'll get it," Snow muttered to me. She patted my hand and left the room, leaving me to stress. What if Henry didn't like orange juice anymore? It wasn't much of a possibility, Henry loved his orange juice, after all, but it was still probable. I drummed my fingers against the countertop, a nervous tick mother tried to stop, as their voices got closer.

Henry sprinted into the room, but stopped once I turned to face him. Emma laid a hand on his shoulder.

"Sorry, Miss Mills."

"It's quite alright. Just no more running in the house from now on." He smiled and nodded shyly, before shuffling further into the room. I held out the glass of orange juice to him.

"For me?"

"Of course. I hope you like orange juice."

"I love it. Thank you!" He took the glass and moved to the dining room. Emma whispered something to Snow, and she replied by silently taking the bottle of potion from her pocket and showing it to her.

"And it's going to work?" Emma asked.

"Unless Blue scammed us, we should be fine," I said calmly. Snow could see through my stoic facade like a pane of glass. She rested her hand on my elbow. Emma seemed to jump back.

From the dining room, a glass suddenly shattered. A beat passed between the three of us in the kitchen.

"Mom?"

"Henry?" Emma responded. Henry bolted into the room and wrapped his arms around my midsection. My arms automatically wound around him.

"Mom! I remember!"

"Henry! I missed you so much!"

"I missed you more."

"Not possible." Snow chuckled from behind me.

"She's right. She missed you more than you and I could know." Henry grinned.

"I missed you too, Grandma!" Henry dragged me to Snow's side and hugged us both. I looked up at her and saw adoration spill over from her eyes. She kissed me on the cheek and rubbed Henry's shoulder.

"I think we all missed you very much. Storybrooke hasn't been the same without you." Henry let go and dragged me into the living room.

"Where's Gramps?"

"I'm not sure," Snow mumbled.

"You don't?"

"No. I was with your mom all day. You might be able to find him in the loft though."

"Do you wanna find him?" Emma asked. He seemed to think hard for a moment and looked between us all.

"Yeah. I wanna say hi to him, then we can all come back here!"

"Uhh, actually, kid–"

"How about you say hi to him, then just you and Emma come back. I can make us dinner and we can watch a movie. You can spend the day with him tomorrow."

"Okay. Can we have supper first? I'm starving."

"I'm sure you are. Your mother passed on her veracious appetitive to you."

"Hey."

"Regina, be nice," Snow scolded, but she clearly didn't mean it; she was chuckling, but hid it well.

"It was a compliment," I said. "Sort of," I muttered to myself.

"Can we order pizza?" Henry asked. Emma lit up like a Christmas tree.

"I could definitely go for some pizza right now," Emma said. Henry snickered.

"You aren't tired of pizza yet? We had it at least once a week in New York."

"You had it once a week too. Aren't you tired of it?"

"Nope!"

"Then there's your answer." I chuckled.

"You two have the highest metabolisms ever if you had pizza once every week," Snow said.

"Hey, I can add that to my 'Saviour' Resume! I wield magic, I can tell when someone is lying, and I have a very high metabolism." I rolled my eyes.

"Don't be so dramatic. You can barely do anything with your magic."

"Says the one who needed my help moving the moon in Neverland." I raised my eyebrow and watched Emma smirk. "Checkmate."

"Yeah, yeah, can we just order the pizza now?"

"Fine. I'll go order it," I said. Before leaving, I kissed Henry on top of the head. I was thrown back against a nearby wall as a beam of light blasted through the house.

"Mom? Ma? What was that?"

"I..."

"Henry, I-I think we broke the curse. I remember what happened in the last year." I smiled and looked at Snow, who was grinning at me knowingly from across the room.

Next chapter will (most likely) include both flashbacks and present time, but I'm not sure yet. I can admit I have no idea what I'm doing...