A/N: This is a follow up to A Night Out which was a prompt by Hime no Kowai Shumi. Prompt was "I need SQ ice cream fic." :P So this is just a creative little fluffy piece. With some smut.
Ice Cream
It was a nice day in the far from sleepy little town of Storybrooke, Maine, the sun was out, the temperature was just right and the day in itself was perfect. She couldn't have asked for more.
Right now, she was watching as the wind whipped up tendrils of dark hair, a tanned hand fought against the breeze as the woman tried to demurely eat her ice cream before it melted without her hair getting in the way.
Emma laughed, Regina glared and Henry simply stared at them.
He had noticed something different that morning when he had come home to find his adopted mother humming in the kitchen making breakfast. At first he thought the delicious smell of blueberry pancakes were for him... until he realized there were three sets.
His brow had furrowed, he had stared peculiarly at her back and that was when he realized... she was wearing her pajamas in the kitchen. She never did that. She had always said there was too much of a risk that someone would come calling and that you needed to be prepared for the day no matter what time it was.
His mouth practically fell open when she turned around, she smiled warmly at him and gently patted his chin,
"Flies, Henry."
"Uh... what?" He countered, turning to follow her out to the foyer and was about to question when he had momentarily been stunned by the fact that she wasn't wearing any make up. Of course he had seen her without make up before but not at this time in the morning and not... glowing... in her pajamas at nine o'clock in the morning, "Mom?"
"Breakfa..." Regina started to call but then there was a loud thump and his blonde mother appeared fully clothed at the top of his winding staircase, her footsteps echoed loudly along the landing, "Don't run, dear, you'll break something."
"Uh... mom... moms?" Henry questioned as his face screwed up in confusion, "What's going on?"
"Oh," Emma laughed softly looking to the brunette briefly, "What do you mean?"
"Why are you here? Why were you upstairs? Why didn't you come home last night?" He rambled and by this time Emma had simply taken him by his shoulders and steered him into the kitchen.
"Food then talk," She said, grabbing a plate eagerly as she watched her son and her... girlfriend? Can I call her that now? Grab up their own plates and settle down at the kitchen bar.
Regina had gracefully taken both her son's jacket, his backpack with his homework in, disappeared back into the hallway and returned moments later.
She seated herself next to Henry across from Emma, brown and green met briefly for a second and she smiled as a feeling of warmth spread through her.
"Henry, slow down, dear," The brunette admonished, reaching out and tapping his hand gently away from his mouth so he could finish his current mouthful, "You know better than that... or at least you did," She glanced pointedly at the blonde who simply looked sheepishly to her plate that was already half gone.
They spent the next five minutes in comfortable silence, well, except for Henry who tried to finish his breakfast quickly so he could get answers.
Finally after what seemed like forever he finished his pancakes, had a quick drink of his orange juice and turned his chair to face his mothers'.
"So, can you answer my questions now?"
They glanced at each other again and he just managed to notice something quietly pass between the pair but it was Emma that looked and spoke to him first.
"Well, lets start off with your first question, why am I here?" She asked and Henry nodded, "Well, your mother and I went out for a little bit last night and I was too tired to drive home, which answers the rest of your questions. Next?"
"You went out?" Henry inquired quizzically.
"Yes," Emma stated flatly.
"Where?" He countered, his green eyes narrowed slightly and he gazed into similar emerald orbs.
"Henry, I really don't think it matters where we went," Regina cut in looking pointedly at the blonde, who nodded in agreement before Henry piped up with another question.
"Okay, so you're like friends now?" Henry asked, his face relaxed and he glanced between the two of them again. There was definitely something off but maybe that was because he was so used to them arguing all the time that actually having them be friendly toward one another was strange and new. Well and the fact that his mother had no make up on and was still wearing her pajamas... that was weird but he wasn't questioning that... yet.
"I guess you could put it that way," Regina replied as she lifted her mug and took a generous sip of dark beverage.
"Yes, is that answer," Emma commented, raised pale eyebrows at the brunette, who simply smiled at her and something glittered in sepia orbs.
"Cool," Henry responded before standing, moving to the fridge and opening the door, "What else is there to eat?"
"You're still hungry?" Regina questioned before she too stood and moved to join her son, "Want me to make you some eggs?"
"Sure," Henry answered, "Can I watch TV? I mean, yes please and can I watch TV, please?" He corrected quickly realizing who he was talking to.
"Miss Swan what have you been teaching our son?" The brunette glared over her shoulder at the blonde but Emma simply chuckled and shrugged, "And yes, Henry, you can go and watch TV."
He didn't need any more encouragement, shocked that he hadn't been told to immediately do his homework as what usually happened on Saturday mornings and quickly exited to the living room.
The blonde waited until her son had left the kitchen before she slid closer to the pajama clad woman and placed a pale hand on a red silken hip she slowly turned her around. She leaned forward, pressing the brunette's back against the refrigerator door, she stopped a breath away from the other woman and she briefly touched their lips together.
She had to stop herself from moaning, knowing Henry was only in the other room, she pulled back and looked into darkened eyes.
"Can I have some too?"
"I don't think that is appropriate with our son in the next room," Regina whispered and her lips drew up at the corners into a sultry smirk.
"I take IOU's," Emma breathed before claiming the other's mouth again, if only for seconds, as they quickly flung themselves apart when Henry re-entered the kitchen.
He frowned, seeing flustered red faces and watched as Regina ran her hands nervously through her dark hair, since when did mom get nervous? He made a mental note of this to himself before he got a water from the fridge and left quietly whilst noticing that neither of his mothers' had said a word to him.
Now they were in the park, by the lake with ice creams in hand and he couldn't help but stare in wonder at how the pair were interacting. He had never seen them like this before.
Emma was teasing Regina and they were laughing... a lot.
He liked that. He liked that he could finally have both the women in his life, without everything turning into a fight about him and finally be a family with the people he loved most in this world.
Henry had also seen this new side to his brunette mother, the side that allowed herself to relax and joke and laugh. Her face softened, her dark eyes gleamed and she glowed. He also realized it wasn't him that was doing this... it was Emma.
So he waited, taking more points to ask them about and then realized, he didn't care... as long as they were both happy and as long as Emma made his mother laugh like that, he didn't care what relationship they had. They were family. They were his family.
Today, he thought, today is a good day.
