Logan International was busy and bustling as usual. It was Thanksgiving time, and eager travelers were either stationary and waiting in long lines, or dashing through the airport in hopes of making it to their departures.

Regina and Emma stood waiting at the arrivals gate to greet Henry on his first trip home since he'd left for college months ago.

"The plane should just be landing; we have a few minutes if you want to get a drink," Emma looked at her watch and tapped her feet impatiently as she read the flight information on the screens above.

"Pumpkin Spice Latte, darling?" Regina asked with a smile, and Emma confirmed her standard fall order with a matching one and an airy 'thanks.' Her cheeks pulled tight when she grinned, but her eyes were filled with fear.

Both women were incredibly nervous (and excited) to see their little Henry bear all growed up, but mostly just nervous. Emma didn't like how awkward and fidgety Regina became around throngs of people and without her magic. She also didn't like how she was feeling: swinging like a monkey on a vine between being hopeful and skeptical of how their son would react to the news they were about to share.

They'd both been a wreck since they'd left Storybrooke.

This wasn't the normal homecoming for Thanksgiving break. Regina and Emma were going to tell Henry that they were dating. To clarify: each other.

Regina returned with two large drinks and handed one to Emma as she looked past the crowds in anxious anticipation trying to spot Henry.

"I can't imagine he'll be…terribly surprised, no?" Regina asked, as she took a small sip of her drink. Emma glanced at her and took her hand in hers, giving a reassuring squeeze.

"We agreed that we'd tell Henry first. In person. He'll be the barometer on how things go when we tell others…"

"Your parents," Regina's nostrils flared a bit at that idea. She added with faux seriousness, "..and the one handed wonder."

Emma gave the other woman an exasperated look and sighed, letting her shoulders deflate. Regina smirked haughtily, her eyes shining. They held each other's hands a little tighter.

The flourishing romance between the Savior and the Evil Queen had started up in full force around the time that Henry had left for college back in August. Regina, under the safe guise of missing Henry, accidentally always made too much dinner. Luckily, Emma ate with the same gusto and in equal quantity to an 18 year old boy, so Regina kept inviting her over for dinner.

One particular evening, when Regina brought out dessert, Emma had a bit of whipped cream on the corner of her mouth and Regina decided not to get her hands dirty and employed the rather effective 'kiss and lick' method of the lip corner cream removal from Emma's face.

The couple had been rather inseparable ever since, but they kept their steamy passionate romance on the down low until now. It was time to tell Henry, especially since the number of tank tops, leather jackets and VW yellow bugs at Regina's house had recently increased by 110% since Emma had pretty much started spending 90% of her off duty time in Regina's kitchen (and bed.)

"Here he comes!" Emma exclaimed, depositing both of their latte cups, and slipping her arm around Regina's waist. "Look natural."

When Henry spotted his moms, they looked anything but natural. Grins of delight were plastered all of their faces as he ran toward them, and wrapped both ladies up in a big Henry bear/Mama bears hug all at once. He kissed both of their cheeks as the group greeted each other, and Regina grabbed his skull and looked him in the eyes, examining the state of his physical health, while Emma squeezed his shoulder and beamed with teary eyed pride.

"So what's new? Are grandma and grandpa here?" Henry looked around casually; seemingly oblivious to close and intimate proximity and affection his moms were showing each other. Emma pulled Regina closer to her and Regina rested her head on the blonde's shoulder.

Henry blinked, and stuck his hands in his pockets.

Emma kissed Regina's forehead and slid her hand and up and down her side. It was a very couplely public display of affection, but Henry's face glossed over and he looked over their heads to read the baggage claim information.

Regina poked Emma with her elbow, and they shared a look. "Um..so Henry, uh, Regina and I have to tell you that we are…we're… um-."

Regina interrupted, their plan to tell him about their newfound semi-serious romantic relationship tumbling down like a Jenga tower, as her confidence faltered, "—What Emma's trying to say is that we're going to make this Thanksgiving really special for you, Henry."

Emma bit her lip.

"Cool! Hope there's plenty of pie," Henry laughed as he stepped down the way to get his luggage.

"What are you doing?" Emma asked with a frantic tone to her voice.

"He's not getting it, and I'm afraid…I'm afraid he'll become upset or withdrawn if we tell him."

"He's going to find out when he gets to the house and sees all my stuff everywhere."

"It's not my fault you can't pick up after yourself. Everything has a place in my home;" Regina huffed, and then amended, "Including you, darling."

Emma said two words that had Regina bristling and fidgeting with the strap of her purse, "Plan B."

There was no more time for discussion as Henry was wheeling his suitcase back over to them, with a lazy and relaxed grin on his face. "Ready to go?"

Regina closed her eyes for a minute and then grabbed Emma by the lapels of her jacket and forcefully pulled her face right up against hers kissing her in such a lengthy and tongue way that no one could misinterpret the gesture for affection shared between gal pals. Not even close gal pals were this close.

When Regina broke the kiss and turned back, eagerly dreading Henry's reaction, Emma looked lust dazed and wiped the smear of lipstick off with the back of her hand.

"Is the car in the lot or do we have to take a shuttle?" Henry responded with a question.

"Kid!" Emma shouted, her nerves were frayed and she was feeling rather incredulous, "your mom just Frenched the hell out of me in front of 50,000 travelers, and all you can ask is where we parked the car?"

Regina closed her eyes in embarrassment. It was the moment of truth: the time to find out how her adult son really felt about her unorthodox relationship with his birth mother.

"Oh, that," Henry scratched his nose and shifted his body weight where he stood. "I mean you guys are acting a bit more overt now, but ever since Ma gave up her everlasting soul for Mom I was pretty sure you two were in love and stuff."

"Excuse me?" Emma asked as if she hadn't heard right. She looked over to Regina, and she was crying and happy and acting like her brain was short circuiting.

"I'm gonna make you so much pie, baby!" Regina promised and trailed off in a whisper. "So much pie."

Henry blew out his cheeks, and it seemed to dawn on him that maybe his moms hadn't jumped as quickly to the same conclusions as to what was blatantly obvious to him for years now. They needed his affirmation more than he needed theirs.

"I love you both no matter what," He said sincerely, and opened his arms. Then his moms ran into his arms and the trio hugged until airport security told them to move it along.