This chapter is for swanqueen927654 with the prompt: "Regina and Emma have a fight (you can choose why) Ava witnesses their fight, and she's afraid that they going to divorce and she's have to go back (or something like that)."

Ok so real quick note: I'm trying to get away from using the Swan-Mills universe just so that I have more material to use with them in later stories. If you have any prompts concerning them, PM them to me and I'll consider using them.

As for this chapter, I really liked the prompt but I'm going to tweak it a bit and make Henry the one concerned just to get rid of the Swan-Mills aspect. Enjoy!

"Magic is not that hard, why can't you grasp the simple concept of lighting a fireball?" Regina asked impatiently. She had been trying for several hours to help Emma with her magic, and so far it was nothing but infuriating for both women.

"Easy for you to say," Emma snapped back. "You've been doing magic for years before I was. And you didn't have the added pressure of being the Savior."

"Stop using that excuse," Regina said. "You just haven't been practicing and that's why you're not getting any better."

"I have too!" Emma protested. "Maybe you're just a bad teacher."

"Would you like me to teach you like how Rumple taught me?" Regina asked. "I'm sure there's something around here that I could use to mentally torture you. You'll have to forgive me if I'm not the best teacher."

"You could try being nicer," Emma mumbled.

"Coddling you isn't going to help you," Regina said. "All that's going to teach you is how to rely on someone else to help you every time you have to cast a spell. Magic is an independent art."

"Independent art?" Emma asked. "You make it sound as if there's no emotions at all."

Regina shrugged. "Emotions get in the way of a successful spell. They make it unstable and weak."

"Now you sound like your mother," Emma said.

Regina stepped back and looked as if she had been slapped in the face. "What did you just say?"

"Nothing," Emma said quickly. She was mentally backpedaling. As soon as the words had left her mouth, she knew that she had just made a major mistake. One that probably couldn't be fixed.

"No, you said that I sounded like my mother," Regina said. "How could you? You know how I feel about her, and now you're using her as a weapon against me?"

"I didn't mean to," Emma said. "Regina-"

"Save it," Regina said. She wrapped her arms around herself before brushing past Emma to leave the room. She stopped in the doorway and took a deep breath. "I think you should stay with your parents for a while. I'll poof your stuff to their apartment. They can give you some emotions."

Emma winced at Regina's last words and went to respond, but Regina was already gone. Sighing in defeat, she poofed herself to her parents' apartment. There was no use arguing.

It had been a month since Regina had kicked Emma out of the mansion and poofed all of her stuff to her parents' place. Emma enjoyed seeing them and being around them and baby Neal, but she missed her wife. And Henry.

Henry had texted a couple times throughout the month, but mainly stayed away from her. She had no doubt that Regina had filled him in on what had happened, and that was why he barely acknowledged her existence.

Emma sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. She had called and texted Regina several times to apologize, but each time she got the same response. Regina wasn't ready to have her back at home yet.

"I'm so stupid," Emma said angrily, hitting the counter with her fist.

"You really are," a voice said from outside of the apartment door.

Emma jumped at the sound before walking over and opening it. "Kid, what are you doing here?"

"Are you and Mom getting a divorce?" Henry asked. "Because I don't want you to. You're True Loves, which means that you're supposed to be together forever and I don't want to have to go back and forth again like when I was younger because I love you both and don't want to split my time and it's so much nicer when you're together because then you're both happy and-"

"Henry, breathe," Emma said, chuckling. "Relax. This has gone on long enough. I'm gonna go talk to her, whether she wants to see me or not."

"She does," Henry said. "She's just too stubborn to admit it."

"Sounds like her," Emma said. "Don't worry. I'll make this right."

"What are you doing here?" Regina asked as soon as she opened the front door.

"I'm pretty sure that I live here with my wife and our son," Emma said.

Regina sighed. "Emma-"

"I can't do this anymore," Emma said. "I can't be away from you any longer because it physically pains me not to sleep by you every night or sit by you on the couch after we both had a really long day at work. I know that what I said is unforgivable, and you can hold it over my head for the rest of our lives, but please just let me come home."

Regina bit her lip as she thought about it. "I have missed you too. It's not the same without you here, and I know that I can speak for both myself and Henry when I say that you've been terribly missed."

"So I can come home?" Emma asked hopefully.

Regina smiled and nodded. "Please come home."