Sorry these chapters took so long to get out, I've been busy!

This chapter is for OTrizy with the prompt: "SQ cooking date, Regina teaches Emma how to cook in their date. It is still unofficial date so they are acting as if this cooking date is just friend teaching another to cook. Confessions happens and understandings about insecurities."

"What are you doing later tonight?" Regina asked, leaning up against Emma's desk in the station.

"Nothing, why?" Emma asked. She was thrilled at the idea of Regina inviting her to do something, even if they were just friends. And even though Emma wanted things to be more.

"Well, you still have yet to learn how to cook decent meals," Regina said. "And I would prefer that our son doesn't starve to death when he's with you."

Emma laughed. "So what did you have in mind?"

"I teach you how to cook some basic meals," Regina said.

"I have a feeling your definition of basic and mine are two very different things," Emma teased.

Regina rolled her eyes. "Do you want to or not?"

Emma just smiled. Even if she was falling for the brunette, she couldn't resist teasing her every once in awhile. "Of course. I would love for you to teach me how to cook."

"Good," Regina said. "I'll see you around 6:30 tonight?"

Emma nodded. "Sounds like a plan."

Regina smiled. "It's a date."

Emma smiled sadly as she watched Regina leave. If only she knew how much Emma wanted for this to be a date.

At exactly 6:30, Emma rang Regina's doorbell. Henry answered the door, his face lighting up at the sight of his other mother.

"What are you doing here?" Henry asked. "It isn't my night with you, is it?"

"No," Regina said, walking into the foyer. "Emma just came over for a little lesson"

"What kind of lesson?" Henry asked skeptically. He trusted and loved Regina, he really did. But every once in awhile he couldn't help being suspicious.

"She's teaching me how to cook so I'm not completely useless," Emma teased, reaching out to ruffle Henry's hair.

"Hey!" Henry protested, smoothing down his hair. "Don't mess with my hair. And don't burn the house down."

Emma rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at him. "Go to your room."

"Yes mom," Henry said, walking heavily up to his room. Emma stared after him in awe. He had just called her mom. Even though it was out of protest, it was still one of the nicest sounds Emma had ever heard.

"Emma?" Regina asked, reaching out to lightly grip Emma's arm. "Are you alright? You seem to be staring off after Henry."

"I'm fine," Emma said, shaking her head to clear her thoughts. "Let's get to it. What are we going to be making?"

Regina smiled, but let the topic change slide. "Something basic so you can keep up."

"Like what?" Emma asked.

Regina led the way to the kitchen, where several ingredients were all laid out on the island. "Now then," Regina said. "What should we get started with?"

Emma, for once, was actually enjoying cooking. Granted, it could have been from Regina constantly touching her to either do something or not do something. It was working out well, and Emma loved it. Plus she was learning how to cook.

"That is one very tasty looking omelet," Regina praised, coming up to stand behind Emma. "It actually looks safe to eat."

Emma rolled her eyes before playfully hitting Regina on the shoulder. "Whatever. At least I didn't burn your kitchen down."

Regina laughed and shook her head. Emma was an interesting character.

"You should do that more often," Emma said, looking down at her shoes.

"Do what?" Regina asked. "Praise you on making something delicious?"

Emma shook her head. "I don't care about that. You should smile and laugh a lot more often. It's a nice sound that not a lot of people hear."

"You like my laugh?" Regina asked.

"I like a lot of things about you," Emma said, and then quickly covered her mouth.

"Is that so?" Regina asked, smirking. "And what else is it that you like about me?"

"Everything," Emma said. "I like everything about you. Really, I just like you in general. And not as a friend either."

A smile slowly slid across Regina's face. "I like you as more than a friend as well. As well as everything about you."

"Do you think that we can make this work?" Emma asked. "I mean, you're gorgeous and could make any man sweat. And then there's me." She looked at the mirror on the wall in disdain. "Why would you want to be with a person like me?"

"Because looks don't matter," Regina said, turning Emma to face her. "I wasn't lying. I do like everything about you."

"Thank you," Emma said softly. She leaned in to give Emma a kiss, and Emma prepared herself for it. And then the oven went off. Saved by the bell.

"I'll get those," Regina said, putting on an oven mitt. "But don't you worry. We'll continue this after dinner."

Emma smiled as Regina left the room. After dinner sounded like it was going to be fun times.