A/N: Two chapters in one day! Aren't you lucky. But damn you Emma for buggering off to New York. More artistic license needed for this. And clearly no sex.

"To be honest, Regina, I don't think Emma has to run anything by you," Snow said, trying desperately to keep the smugness out of her voice.

"No I suppose she doesn't," Regina said before turning and walking away from the Charmings before she fireballed them into oblivion.

She stepped out into the street and clenched her hands into fists. How dare Emma take her son out of Storybrooke without telling her. Regardless of what Regina may have done in the past, she was still Henry's mother and she had a right to know where he was and what he was doing. Especially when he was in a land without magic and with Rumplestiltskin.

Digging in her purse for her phone, the brunette unlocked the device and clicked the green phone icon. Ignoring the fact that Emma Swan's contact was now listed as a favourite, Regina tapped the screen twice more and held the phone to her ear.

"Hello?" came the familiar voice after a few rings.

"Where are you?" Regina asked at once, setting off down the street towards her car.

"Erm, New York," Emma admitted as she crossed the room and closed the door so no one else in the apartment could overhear the conversation.

"You took my son to New York without telling me?" Regina seethed.

"Firstly, he's our son. And secondly I didn't know where we were going until Gold handed over our plane tickets. I didn't have a choice Regina. I owed Gold a favour and I wasn't about to leave Henry in Storybrooke with Cora flitting around the place."

"Please," Regina sneered. "You just wanted an excuse to take Henry away from me. It had nothing to do with Gold or my mother. Do you really think Henry will stand for this? He still loves me, despite you attempting to poison him against me."

"I know, I know," Emma sighed. She sounded tired. "I promise you we're heading back to Storybrooke as soon as possible. In fact, there's probably something you should know before we arrive."

"You're really coming back?" Regina asked, sceptically.

"Of course," Emma assured. "Storybrooke is our home. Our family is there. And I'm not trying to take Henry away from you, believe me. You're the only parent he's had his entire life."

Regina frowned at the blonde's choice of words. "What do you mean by only parent?" she asked.

The blonde took a deep breath. "I've kinda run into Henry's father," she said in a rush.

Regina's eyes widened as she listened. She had always known Henry had a father, that he was out there somewhere. But she had never really considered the possibility that one day the man may become a part of her son's life. She had struggled enough with the idea of his biological mother entering the picture. She didn't know if she could handle being demoted to only a third of Henry's parental unit.

"His father?" Regina said after a long pause. "Are you sure?"

Emma laughed at this point, surprising Regina. "Oh I'm sure," she said, still chortling.

"And what is so funny, Miss Swan?" Regina snapped.

"Sorry," Emma said. "It's just unlikely that I'll ever forget the man who knocked me up, left me to go to jail for him and broke my heart am I? And he's the only man I've ever been with," she added as an afterthought.

"What?" Regina asked.

"I date women," Emma said casually. "Never did quite feel right with Neal even if he did give me Henry."

"And eleven months in prison," Regina said, her mind racing at the new piece of information about the blonde. Emma was gay. Emma liked women. Just as she did.

"Oh yeah, and that."

"So, when are you guys coming back?" Regina asked after a pause.

"A day or two perhaps," Emma said. "Neal wants to show Henry New York before we leave."

"Is he having a good time?" Regina asked.

"He seems happy," Emma nodded. "He was a little pissed at me when he found out who Neal was. I'd told him his father was dead and now he finds out I'm lying to him too."

"Too?" Regina frowned.

"Sorry," Emma said quickly. "You know how he is about lying. It's going to take a little time for him to forgive you for that but you know he will."

"How?" Regina asked. "I lied to him his whole life. I made him think he was crazy."

"We'll figure it out," Emma assured the older woman. "He needs both of us Regina, especially now Neal is around. We have to make sure Henry knows he can always rely on both of us. The same cannot be said for Neal, I'm afraid."

"Maybe when you get back we can go for dinner, discuss it," Regina said without thinking.

Emma paused before answering. "Like a date?" she asked.

"Like a dinner," Regina said hurriedly.

"A dinner between two people is usually a date," Emma pointed out. "Especially when they share a son."

"Call it whatever you want," Regina said. "Are you in?"

Another pause. "Sure."

"Great. Give me a text when you get back and I'll book us a table somewhere other than Granny's."

"Regina," Emma said.

"Yes," came the reply.

"One question."

"Go on."

"Are you gay too?"

Regina took a deep breath before answering. She had never told anyone her sexuality before, not even her father. In the Enchanted Forest she had laid mostly with men to make her life easier but she despised herself for doing so. The only reason she kept Graham around for so long was because she could control him, make him think sex was all about foreplay and force him to skip the main event. In the twenty-eight years that man had been her bedmate, not once had she touched him nor had he penetrated her. Just the thought made her skin crawl.

But the thought of Emma? That made her skin tingle and burn in the most delicious way.

"Yes."