The air was tense in the Principal's office at Storybrooke's Junior High. Regina and Emma had just been notified that Henry was in trouble and they both came waltzing into the office together. Emma's nervous gaze alternated between the deathly serious Principal, a deathly glaring Regina, and a very solemn and ashamed looking Henry.

"Tell me exactly what you're accusing my son of this instant or I will rip away funding so fast…" Regina was already making threats before her ass had even hit the chair. Emma shushed her softly and touched her shoulder as they settled in across the desk. Regina calmed and quieted down, returning Emma's concerned look with a curt nod.

"Thank you for coming in at such short notice, Mayor Mills and Sheriff Swan," the Principal wore her short peppered hair slicked back on her square face, and even Regina seemed to shirk a bit in her presence.

Emma made a note to ask Regina later which fairytale character this woman was because Emma could not place her, but she thought she did bear a striking resemblance to the Governor from the Aussie prison show, "Wentworth."

Emma shuddered in fear and her worry intensified for whatever Henry had done and whatever punishment he would undoubtedly receive.

"Henry is in trouble for fighting at school," the woman explained as she calmly looked at the boy. He kept his head down, unable to meet the gaze of his moms. "He was in the nurse's office when he went crazy with a pillow."

"A pillow?" Emma asked reflexively, looking at her son in confusion, and wondered why he'd freak out with a pillow.

"Yes, a pillow. It appears your son has a temper and-."

"The nurse's office?" Regina stood abruptly and crossed over to Henry, placing her hand on his forehead, "No, Principal Muffet, it appears my son has a temperature. I'm taking him home to rest."

"Nonetheless, he caused quite the disruption and destroyed school property," the principal continued.

Emma turned her attention to Henry, he did look sick. "Why don't we let Henry tell us what happened?"

"Nothing," Henry said defensively. "I was trying to kill a spider and it got out of control. I didn't mean to make such a mess. I'm sorry."

"See, it was an innocent mistake," Emma added helpfully.

"I killed the spider…." Henry added with a bit of pride.

"Nonetheless," Principal Muffet started while Regina gripped the arm rest of her chair with one hand and held Emma's in the other, "I feel Henry needs more discipline at home."

"I take the trash out on Thursdays," Henry pledged helpfully.

"That's a start, but I'd suggest having your son do more chores around the home. It builds character and domestic skills are very important when Henry leaves home."

Regina looked at Emma with worry, unsure of how to respond. Emma gave her a look that said they'd figure it out together.

"Okay," Emma agreed. "Miss. Muffet, if you let Henry go, Regina and I will handle the situation at home."

"Very well then, you are all dismissed. Henry, let's not make this a habit."

The three rose from their seats and headed out to the car. The drive home was tense, until Emma broke the icy silence as they arrived at Regina's.

"Henry, I think the Principal over reacted, but she's right- you need more responsibility. Can you even do laundry? Dishes? Cook your own meals? I mean, what's going to happen when you leave home and head off to college?"

Regina gasped painfully and clutched her stomach at the thought. Emma sighed and rubbed her forehead.

"More like what are you two gonna do when I leave for college?" Henry snickered, and then grew serious. "I guess I could learn to do more helping stuff around the house."

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Two weeks later…

Emma stopped by to check on Henry's progress in the form of enjoying a dinner cooked solely by her son. Apparently, he had really stepped up to the challenge. According, to the Principal Henry was maturing at school and according to Regina; he was developing plenty of domestic skills under her tutelage. She had said something about learning how to properly decorate a room without excessive use of birds. Emma was excited to see just how well Henry was coming along.

Regina opened the door when she knocked and Emma's eyes immediately zeroed in on the other woman's chest.

She swallowed hard and stammered, "Hey, oh my god… what happened to your shirt?"

"Hmm?" Regina asked with a polite smile as she looked down to see what Emma was referring to.

Her silky black shirt was gaping as the round gold buttons were physically straining to keep the material in check. Emma couldn't tear her eyes away and a blush rose on her neck and cheeks as she blatantly ogled the hint of black lace and the promising patches of skin exposed beneath the shirt.

"Oh, Henry threw all my silk shirts in the washing machine by mistake. I failed to the mention in our laundry lesson what 'dry clean only' meant," Regina shook her head lightly and brushed it off, but Emma was still staring.

"All of your silk shirts…shrunk…like that?" Emma asked bewildered, and a bit lightheaded.

"Yeah, some of my cottons too… my white blouse is a bit tight," Regina furrowed her brow in puzzlement and reached out her hand to check Emma's temperature. She placed her soft palm on the blonde's forehead.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

"Yeah…no, I'm fine," Emma drawled, still shaken by the idea that all of Regina's shirts had been transformed at the hands of their son into marginally indecent garments. "It's not. You're not feeling self-conscious?"

"Is it really that bad?" Regina asked in concern as she darted over to the hallway mirror and turned slightly to the side so she could inspect the sexy gaps between the buttons fully.

"No, it's totally fine," Emma lied as she sent up a silent prayer that Henry's cooking was good enough to distract her from staring down, in and around Regina's chest all throughout dinner.

The Savior had faced hell beasts, slayed a dragon, jumped through portals to the unknown and shifted time and space, but she knew getting through dinner with Regina's shrunken blouse without spontaneously combusting would be her greatest challenge yet.