Emma spent all of Sunday morning talking to Henry, trying to get him to see that Regina loved him, and wasn't all bad. Even though she had a hard time believing that last part herself. Even so, she knew that Regina was a good mother, a loving one. She asked Henry to remember all the good times they had had together, before she was in the picture. His forehead crinkled adorably as the memories flashed before his eyes.

"I loved Christmas with her. And she would always take me somewhere special on my birthdays—we would go wherever I want." Henry's eyes glazed over as he said this, and it made Emma's heart melt.

"See? Would a totally evil person go to all that trouble?"

"No, probably not." Henry conceded.

"So…are you going to go see her?"

Henry hesitated for a moment, then nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah."

Sunday afternoon—Emma, Henry and Regina

Henry barreled out of her yellow bug—well, more like fell out. He pulled the handle so hard that the door flew open, and next thing Emma knew, he was sprawled out on the sidewalk. She didn't have time to ask if he was okay—Regina was running out of her door, remarkably fast for someone wearing heels.

"Henry, are you all right? What on earth did you do to him, Miss Swan?"

Emma rolled her eyes and Henry answered. "She didn't do anything, mom, I just fell out accidentally."

Regina's eyes softened at his use of the word 'mom,' but not before she casted a withering look Emma's way. All three of them stood there awkwardly for a moment, before Emma seemed to remember why they were there.

"Henry wanted to spend some time with you today, so…here he is." Emma ruffled his hair and knelt down to his eye level. "You call me when you guys are done having fun, okay?"

"Okay." Henry breathed, more than a little nervous.

Henry walked up to the house, not flinching when Regina's hand grazed his shoulder.

"So..."Regina trailed off. "Do you want anything to eat?"

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They ended up having a good time together. Henry suggested they play chess, and Regina smiled and accepted the challenge. He beat her the first time, but she caught him off guard in the second game by bringing her pawn to the other side of the board, then substituting that for a queen. Henry groaned—he had forgotten about that rule. So Regina won that one. They played again, for the best two out of three, and Henry won. He beamed.

"You didn't let me win, right?"

Regina laughed. "No, Henry, I assure you I tried my best. You are the better chess player."

Henry nodded. "I actually wanted to talk…about Emma."

Regina immediately stiffened. "What about her?"

Henry sighed. "She…is acting weird. Both of you are. You usually argue a lot more, but when Emma was here, you guys didn't talk at all."

Regina played with her necklace absent-mindedly, somehow, feeling the cold metal slip through her fingers helped her keep her somewhat calm and cool-headed. "She…and I have nothing to fight about. She's letting me see you; that is good enough."

"But…you two kissed. I know, it's kind of gross, but don't you think…you should talk about it?" Henry said, really uncomfortable. He didn't know much about love—or kissing—that was all gross stuff that grown-ups did. But he did know that if his two moms were to just talk about whatever it was that was going on, it wouldn't be a bad thing.

At least he hoped so.

Regina started putting the chess pieces back in the wooden box. "You shouldn't have to try to fix things between us, Henry. You're only ten. You need to worry about yourself," Regina said, hoping it didn't sound too parental or condescending, because at this stage, she didn't want to drive Henry off again.

Tuesday—Ruby and Belle

Ruby brought Belle an iced tea, then sat in the booth with her. Belle lifted an eyebrow, then looked toward the back, where Granny was stationed, yelling at a cook who had burnt the macaroni and cheese again.

Ruby waved her hand. "It's cool, she knows I'm on break. So how have you been?"

Belle smiled. "Good. I…I'm kind of sad that we won't be able to have those meetings anymore. I liked seeing you there." Belle bit her lip, wanting so badly to say more.

"Yeah, me too. But we're hanging out now. I just wish there was some way we could fix things between them…"

"Or maybe, instead of obsessing over other people's lives, you could focus on what's right in front of you," Belle blurted, then blushed the brightest shade of red Ruby had ever seen. And that was saying something, because her cursed self had owned clothing with every shade of red known to man.

Ruby tilted her head and looked at her friend. "What—"

"I like you, okay? I think you're cute. I have for a while…I just didn't know how to tell you."

The werewolf's eyes shot up past her hairline, if that was even possible. Then she relaxed, spreading her legs farther under the table. "Cool."

"Cool?" Belle repeated. "I spill my guts out to you, and all you have to say is, cool?"

"Cool, because I like you too." Ruby smiled, then took Belle's hand. "Want to meet me after my shift?"

Belle beamed. "Of course."

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Belle grunted. This was not what she had in mind when she agreed to meet Ruby after her shift. She figured, they could go watch a movie, go to dinner, heck, even sit in the library and just talk—but no, Ruby had dragged her to this dark movie theater, saying that she had set up a double date with Emma and Regina. How she managed to do that, Belle had no clue.

The werewolf was definitely clever. And slippery. Belle followed Ruby to one of the rows in the back, afraid she would trip over her own feet.

"What movie is playing?" Belle asked, having not really paid attention when Ruby bought their tickets.

"The Goonies. This theatre is hardly new, so all that plays here are movies from the eighties. Emma and Regina should be here any second."

Belle huffed. "You know, when you asked me to meet you, I figured it was a date..you know, for just you and me."

Ruby turned to her, looking at her with those eyes that she couldn't help but fall into. "I'm sorry, Belle. We'll have that, soon, I promise. I'm just on a mission here, and I'm going to persevere until the end."

"Why is it so important to you that Emma and Regina get together?"

"Honestly, because Emma is Regina's only chance."

That was certainly enough of a reason for Belle to stop complaining, and realize just how imperative it was. She believed in letting people have second chances, after all. So shouldn't Regina get one? She heard footsteps, then saw a shock of blond hair in the darkness. She waved, and Emma walked over to them. She sat down, just thinking it was a girl's night or something. Ruby's text had been pretty vague.

"So, the Goonies, huh?" Emma asked. "Great movie."

"Yeah, it is." Ruby nudged her friend, playfully, but Belle almost throttled the Sherriff. She was definitely the jealous type, it turned out. She just had to keep repeating the mantra in her head that she was doing this so Regina could be happy.

Said woman finally showed up, miraculously. When Ruby had texted her to come, it was a gamble that she would even show up. So she had lied and said that Henry was there…that would probably come back to bite Ruby in the ass, but she would deal with that later.

Regina saw Emma, then turned tail.

Ruby practically shoved her friend out of the row, telling her to go after the former evil queen.

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"Regina, wait up!" Emma called. Who knew she could walk so damn fast in heels? What did they have on them, turbo rockets?

"Did you plan this?" Regina turned on Emma, stopping her short. Her face was flushed; she was pretty angry. Her eyes were flashing.

"Plan what? I was just having a girl's night. Why are you even here?"

Regina laughed humorlessly and stepped closer, which Emma took notice of. "I should have known Ruby was lying. She said Henry was here, and that he wanted to watch the Goonies with me."

Emma rolled her eyes. She loved the girl, but sometimes, Ruby just didn't know when to give up. "I'm sorry. I'll be sure to tell her to stay out of our business."

"Miss Swan, I think you know as well as I that they—that NO ONE in this town is going to leave us alone, until we're married and have at least ten children."

Emma stifled a laugh at that, almost swearing she could see a little humor in Regina's eyes too. "So, you're saying we should—give this a shot?" Whatever this was.

Regina stepped back, suddenly realizing what was happening. She shook her head, violently. "No, not at all. I—I think we should just—"

But again, Emma knew just how to shut Regina up. She gave Regina no quarter, but stepped back into her personal space. "I think we should give it a shot. You know, go on a date."

Regina frowned. "Quite a different tune that what you were singing before, Sherriff."

"Yeah, I know. But Henry reminded me of something. You're not evil. And I—I liked kissing you. That's why I ran away. I was scared."

"So…a date."

Emma laughed. "I feel like I'm stuck in the movie Enchanted. Yes, Regina, a date. You know, where two people who like each other go out in public?"

Regina shook her head. "I've never been on one of those."

Emma let shock take over. "What? You have to be kidding."

"No. Dating isn't really part of a medieval courtship.

"Well then, we'll have to fix that. Come back inside with me so we can watch this movie. That will count as a date."

"Fine. But I really don't want those two—"

"Don't worry. I'm sure if I tell Ruby to get lost, she'll be happy to."