Henry hated that his mothers always fought. Ever since the curse was lifted, things hadn't been the same in the Mills household. Emma had been spending more time with her biological parents, whereas Regina was cooped up in the house, not wanting to step foot out in case the townspeople came to put her head on a platter. The sheriff hasn't been home in a few days, causing Henry to panic internally, since she hadn't tried to contact him, even through their talkies. He couldn't think of a reason why him and his other mother would be so angry at each other; maybe she found out why the Queen was always so against Snow White.

He sat in his room, fairytale book in hand, tapping his fingers on the cover. Trying to get Regina out of the house would be a major feat. She had been in the kitchen the whole time this was going on, cleaning every avaliable surface. Henry rarely seen his mother clean, even though their house was always in a very pristine state. He decided he would try to get Regina to run into Emma, so they could end this madness. All the little boy wanted was for everyone to be happy again, and he was absolutely determined to do just that.

Regina was right where he knew she was, bent over the island in the kitchen, scrubbing all of the stubborn spots she could find. "Mom?" He asked, stepping further into the room; the mayor didn't even raise her head. "Mom, do you think we could go to Granny's?" He leaned leaned up on the balls of his feet, hoping he could see any form of expression on his mother's face.

"Why, Henry?" She finally replied, leaning up and looking at him. Her hands stopped their movement, but they still firmly gripped the sponge her fingers were wrapped around. "You know I can't go anywhere right now. I'm even suprised you're not trying to kill me." Regina narrowed her eyes. She wanted to be left alone; she knew she wasn't going to be.

"I want some cocoa."

"Can't you just make some here?" Regina inquired, letting out an annoyed sigh. Of course he'd love to drag her out of the only place that was safe for her.

"Mom, you know it's not the same." Henry decided to give his mother the puppy eyes he was known best for along with that sentence. That got her.

"Fine, fine, fine," the brunette mumbled, tossing the sponge into the sink before wiping her hands on a towel. She fixed her hair as best as she could, not wanting to give the impression that those idiots had her knocked down. Regina exhaled and grabbed her bag, opening the front door or her son, "Go get in the car." Henry didn't need to be asked twice before he bolted out the door.

All eyes in Granny's shifted to the mayor as soon as she opened the door. She stopped for only a split second, thinking that she shouldn't even go in, but she wasn't going to let them get the best of her. Henry rushed in, hoping to see Emma, but his face fell when he didn't. Where else would she be? He could sense his mother was getting uncomfortable by the way she was shifting her weight from one side of her body to the other. She wanted to go back home & she was starting to get angry. The boy walked up to the counter and ordered his cocoa to go.

"Are you ready to go home now?" Regina asked as she started her car, watching Henry put his seat belt on. After the words slipped out of her mouth, she regretted saying them.

"No, actually.. could we go to Mary Margaret's?" He moved his eyes over to her, starting his puppy dog look all over again.

"Why do you want to go there?" The mayor asked, making sure Henry could tell she was getting frustrated.

"They're my grandparents after all. Why can't I visit them?" He retorted, causing Regina to roll her eyes as she put the car in drive.

They pulled up to the building the teacher lived in, parking right along the curb. Henry hopped out of the car as fast as he could with his cocoa in his hand, running up to the door that concealed the stairs that lead to the apartment. Regina followed behind him, but not at his heels; she knew she wasn't going to be welcome in the place, so why didn't she just leave now & let him have his little visiting session, but she followed when he motioned for her to follow him.

Mary Margaret's face contorted a bit at the sight of the brunette on her doorstep. "What are you doing here?" Her icy stare set Regina aback; she didn't know Snow White had the capability to be so mean.

"Henry wanted to come. I was going to just drop him off, but he wanted me to come up, too," she replied as Henry pushed past her, running into the living room. Regina moved her head to see who he was sprinting to. She saw blonde hair and that token red leather jacket. Emma.

Was this the whole reason that he was dragging her throughout Storybrooke? He was trying to get her back with Emma. Regina did want to be reunited with the woman she had been spending most of her nights with, but once Emma realized all that happened in Fairytale Land was the real deal, she wasn't happy. Of course she wouldn't be, the mayor thought, because of how much of a grudge I hold against her mother.

Regina was trying to find the words to ask nicely to be let into the house. Mary Margaret kept her place, her arms crossed over her chest as she glared at the brown haired woman in front of her. She could hear Emma and Henry talking in the background and she sighed, kind of wishing she could be sharing in their conversation. Footsteps broke the words as she saw Emma come into view, a smile formed on her face.

"Mom, can you move, please," Emma traded places with the schoolteacher, leaning against the doorframe, looking at Regina, "Henry told me that he didn't want me to be angry at you anymore, but how can I not be when you tried to have my mother killed?"

"Emma, I-"

"No, Regina, please can you just let me talk?" The sheriff crossed her arms. Regina made a mental note that Emma and Mary Margaret had the exact same mannerisms, which made her smile internally at how similar they were. "I think I should stay here for a little bit, actually. I love you, but you did this to my family and you broke us up. My childhood could've been so different if you didn't set this curse on everyone."

Regina frowned, looking at her feet; Emma did have a real point. She would've been just as angry as the blonde if she were in the other's shoes. "Will you be home by the end of the week? You can't be mad forever, you know."

"I can," Emma mumbled, waiting a few seconds before speaking up, "I'll watch Henry why he's here, though. I'll drop him off in a few hours. I'll see you again, then." So much for the invitation in.

The boy frowned watching this transaction take place. He just wanted them both to be happy, but he guessed that it was going to take much longer than that for his mothers to forgive each other.