They ate in silence, barely looking at each other despite the table they were eating in was rather small and they were sitting opposite to each other. She had devoured the lasagna Regina had cooked without hesitating. If only Regina was as good as her lasagna… Emma sighed, staring at the woman as she took another. She was so tired of the silence, of the reproving looks Regina gave her whenever she thought she did not see her. She stood up.

"Do you have something stronger than this?" she ended up questioning as she stood up and looked around the room.

"You are not getting drunk in my house."

"I am not getting drunk." Emma stated, looking at the brunette before turning around and starting to open cabinets. She found a set of glasses and plates made of glass, a chocolate assortment and even books. She found her prize in the fifth cabinet she opened, full of alcohol bottles and shot glasses. She took two and ran her gaze over the bottles. She took one of tequila, then left it on the table. Taking the woman's plate, she piled it over hers and took all the cutlery, taking it to the kitchen. Regina seemed tempted to stand up and stop her, but she didn't. In the kitchen Emma opened the fridge and took a few lemons, then a knife and the salt shaker. Walking back to the dining room, she set them on the table too. "We are."

"No."

"Yes. We are going to talk like adults, and I am sure we will need tequila to be involved in order to do so." She sat down and took the knife, cutting the lemons with decision. Once finished she poured the tequila into the shot glasses and set one in front the woman. "Why do you hate me?"

"Why do you think?"

"You think I want to take Henry away from you."

"Well, you're smarter than I thought."

"Ha. Very funny." Emma hissed, looking at the other with exasperation. "Have you even considered the idea that I, Emma Swan, who did not contact her biological son at any time, does not want to be part of his life?"

Regina licked the skin between her thumb and forefinger and took the salt shaker, opening it and putting a pinch of salt on it. She held a slice of lemon and inhaled deeply, then breathed out. After licking the salt, she downed the shot and bit the lime. "Why are you still here then?"

"I'm just trying to find the right moment to leave." Emma answered, doing the same. She held the other's gaze, staring at her with a mix of hate and dare. Each question was followed by a shot, just like the answers. "I'm not designed to be a mother."

"Well I can't say you're wrong about that."

Emma poured another shot, the fifth one. She stared at Regina for many seconds, questioning what her next words would be. She put salt on the back of her hand and licked it, then bit the lemon. "We are going to need another bottle if you keep being such a horrid bitch." she stated before drinking the shot.

"Don't you dare call me that."

"It's what you are."

"And you're a shit of a mother."

"I've known that for ten years, get a better insult."

"I would not need to be insulting you if you had not insulted me first."

"I'm sick of this." Regina stood up and straightened her pencil skirt, then turned around. "I'm going to bed."

"No, you're not."

"Yes, I am."

"No." Emma stood up and took her arm, gripping it tightly. Regina looked down with wide eyes, unable to believe that this woman was putting her hands on her. "You are not." she heard Emma say. Regina did not think it twice, her hand raised and flew through the air. The slap was heard all over the room. "Son of a—" The brunette could not even blink before she felt Emma's hands holding her wrists, pinning her against the wall. She stared into her eyes with hate, deciding what to do. Her jaw was tense, and despite her efforts Regina could see a tear threatening to roll down her cheek. "You're a fucking bitch."

And with that Emma pressed her lips against hers forcefully, her tongue making its way into her mouth as her wrists were freed. She immediately pulled Emma closer, her fingers tangling on her blonde curls and her leg trying to wrap around her. The woman's skin was burning, and the pain she felt on her wrists had disappeared.

"Regina, we seriously need to talk about Henry." a voice said, making her snap out of the scenario she had made up in her head. She shook it and stared at the woman with surprise. What the— "I know you don't trust me, but the thing is that I am not going to stay. I don't want to be involved in his life, and I know you don't want me here eith— are you listening to me?"