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]