Last prompt before the pre written chapters are put up. I've already written Days 93 and 94, and I think that you'll really like them :) Anyway, this chapter is for wicked73 with the prompt: "It's a little angst for you, but what if they're not together yet and Emma keeps trying to make Regina angry because she won't admit her feelings for fear that Regina might reject her."

Emma Swan was in love with Regina Mills. That much she knew. What she didn't know was if the feelings were mutual, and Emma hated being rejected. Sometimes it was just easier to keep your feelings to yourself than risk rejection.

The only problem was that Emma still wanted to be around Regina as much as she could. There was only so much that they could talk about, and their current topic of Henry was starting to run out of steam.

Emma remembered when she had first come to town, and how she and Regina had talked all the time. Mainly making sarcastic and biting comments, but it was still talking.

And so Operation Angry Mayor was created. Emma chuckled to herself as she thought of Henry and his operations. He must be rubbing off on her.

Emma thought of what she could say to Regina. There were a million things that she could use to start a conversation that could lead to an argument. It had to be something that frustrated Emma as well, or Regina would just brush her off. Like she usually did.

Emma smiled to herself as she thought of the perfect argument. This was going to be fun.

"I was just talking to my mother," Emma said, walking into Regina's office.

"Congratulations," Regina said. "Why are you here? And don't you know how to knock?"

Emma backed up and knocked on the door frame. Regina rolled her eyes. "What do you want Miss Swan?"

"Like I said, I was just talking to my mother," Emma said. "And she apologized again for everything that happened with the wardrobe."

"Okay," Regina said. "That was nice of her. But what does that have to do with me?"

"Because she's not the one that should have apologized," Emma said, putting her hands on Regina's desk and leaning towards her. "You are."

"Excuse me?" Regina asked. "What in the world do I have to apologize for? I didn't stick you in a wardrobe."

"But you created the curse," Emma countered. "The curse that left them no choice."

"They had a choice," Regina argued. "They could have kept you."

"But then I wouldn't have been able to break the curse," Emma said.

"I'm sure that I wouldn't have had a problem with that," Regina said, glaring at her.

"Henry would have found the book anyway," Emma said. "Fate does funny things."

"So? That doesn't mean that you would have been convinced," Regina said. "Not to mention that I probably would have killed you."

Emma's jaw dropped in shock. "You would have killed me?"

Regina smirked at Emma's face. "You were destined to break my curse. Of course I was going to kill you."

Emma's jaw snapped shut. No way was Regina going to win this argument. Time for the kill. "If you had killed me, Henry never would have been born."

"True," Regina agreed. "And where would anyone be without Henry?"

"And who knows what would have happened if Henry hadn't hated you and made you turn good?" Emma asked.

"Henry never hated me," Regina said, glaring at Emma.

"You sure?" Emma asked. "Because when I first got here, he seemed pretty determined to get away from you."

Hurt flashed across Regina's face before her mask settled in. "If you came into my office just to start an argument and hurt me, than congratulations Miss Swan. You've succeeded. Now get out."

Emma winced. Maybe this plan hadn't been the best idea. "Regina I-"

"Get. Out." Regina snapped.

Emma reluctantly turned and left Regina's office. She had just screwed up big time.

A knock sounded on the door of the apartment, startling Emma out of her thoughts. She was trying to think of how to apologize to Regina.

Opening the door, Emma looked in confusion at Henry. "What are you doing here?"

"Nice to see you too," Henry said, walking inside. "Mom sent me here. She also gave me this to give to you." He handed Emma a note.

Emma bit her lip before opening it.

Miss Swan,

Since my son clearly hates me and wants to be away from me, he's all yours.

Regina

"What have I done?" Emma asked, running her fingers through her hair.

"Yeah, what did you do?" Henry asked. "Mom seemed really upset."

Emma winced. "I may have said some awful things to her. But I swear that I didn't mean any of it."

"Then why say it?" Henry asked.

"Because I wanted to get her attention," Emma mumbled. "We used to talk all the time, but it was always an argument."

Henry rolled his eyes. "Way to win her over Ma."

"I know, I know," Emma said. "I'm stupid."

"Very," Henry agreed. "Now you just have to fix it."

"How do I do that?" Emma asked. "I'm pretty sure that she hates me now."

Henry shook his head. "She could never hate you. She loves you."

"She does?" Emma asked.

"Duh," Henry said. "You guys are both just so fearful of rejection that you refuse to say anything."

Emma chuckled. "Sounds about right."

Henry started to push Emma towards the door. "Go apologize. And admit your feelings to her. You might be pleasantly surprised at what she says."

Emma walked up to the door of the mansion and raised her hand to knock.

"Don't bother," Regina said, opening the door. "You're the last person that I want to see right now."

Emma winced. "I figured as much. But I really need to talk to you."

"Why's that?" Regina asked. "Have more insults to throw at me?"

"I did that to get your attention," Emma explained. "We used to talk so much, but it was always arguments. So I thought that arguing was the way to go."

"So you insulted me because you wanted to get my attention?" Regina asked.

Emma nodded. "I'm sorry. I know that it was dumb."

"Very," Regina agreed. "Almost as dumb as leaving our son at the apartment. Alone."

"He's kinda the one that sent me here," Emma said.

"He is?" Regina asked. "Why would he do that?"

"He wanted me to tell you something," Emma admitted. "And he's as demanding as you are. Kinda hard to say no."

Regina laughed. "You have a good point. So what do you have to tell me?"

Emma bit her lip nervously. Might as well just blurt it out. "I love you."

Regina's eyes widened. "You what?"

"I love you," Emma repeated. "I think I have since the very first day that I met you. I just didn't know if you felt the same, so I didn't want to say anything. But I figured I had to tell you, and if you don't feel the same then-"

Emma was cut off as Regina's lips pressed against her own. "I think I feel the same, don't you?" Regina asked.

Emma nodded. "It seems that way."

"So no more arguing?" Regina asked.

"I don't know, you look dangerously sexy when you're angry," Emma teased.

Regina rolled her eyes. "Only you."

"You love me," Emma said, smiling.

"I do," Regina said, pulling Emma in for another kiss. "For some crazy reason, I do."