Emma: I love you, Regina.
[Emma shakes her head]
Emma: Regina, I love you.
Emma: No.
[Emma takes a deep breath, losens her shoulders]
Emma: I love you, babe.
[Emma flinches]
Emma: Damn, why is it so damn hard?
Henry: It's not that hard.
Emma: Henry! Where did you... what... how was school?
Henry: Same old, same old. Now, how do you wanna tell her? Are you going to take her out? On a date? You know, she likes fancy.
Emma: I'm not sure that's the kind of conversation we shouild have, you know?
Henry: Who else are you going to ask for advice? Snow White?
Emma: Good point. So, fancy? That pretty much eliminates all places in Storybrooke but the mansion...
Henry [smiles]: Maybe... maybe it doesn't matter.
Emma: Of course, it matters. I'm not telling just anyone that I love her. It's your mom. She's... special.
Regina [from the door]: I hear they use that word synonymously for 'difficult.'
Emma [whips around]: Regina...
[Regina smiles, her eyes shine with tears]
Emma: I love you.
Regina: Are you sure it's not just my cooking, dear?
[Emma laughs]
Emma: As much as I appreciate your cooking, it's you I love.
Regina: I love you, too, Emma.
[They kiss, Henry stands by and grins until the kissing becomes a little too intense and he leaves his two mothers to it]
