They come through the portal a short distance from Storybrooke's harbor. "Mom," Henry calls while Regina is busying herself tidying up Hook's cabin. "I don't want to talk to anyone. They'll ask questions, and I don't want to talk about it."

"That's ok, sweetheart." Regina sits on the edge of the bed next to Henry. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to."

"Can you like disapparate us home?"

Regina can't quite contain a laugh at the question. The sound makes Emma's body tingle; she realizes that she's never heard Regina laugh before. "That settles it," Regina says, "When we get home, I'm going to give you two a lesson about magic. J.K. Rowling did not get everything right."

Emma wonders if Regina means what Emma thinks she means. But it's not possible. She must mean back to Storybrooke. Regina catches Emma's confused expression and clarifies: "I meant to ask you earlier whether you would be willing to stay at my house for a while. I suspect that would be better than having me come to Snow's apartment. And I will not be leaving Henry." At the last statement Regina's voice gains a hard edge as if preparing for a fight.

"Of course not," Emma says. The thought of separating Henry from Regina had never crossed her mind. If anything she's begun to regret ever keeping them apart. "I'm just surprised that you would want me to stay with you."

"Henry needs us both," Regina says before leaning over and pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. "And we have more than enough room for you."

"Yeah. Ok. Thanks."

Regina nods at Emma. She's relieved that Emma will be staying. As much as Regina made the offer for Henry, Regina is also truly grateful that she will have someone else who understands how much seeing Henry like this hurts.

"And yes, Henry, we can travel by apparation."

"What do you call it?" Emma inquires.

"We never had a special word for it. It's simply a faster means of travel."

"Ok, so we'll take the magical express lane back to your house." She turns to Henry and sees that he's smiling. It makes Emma's face break out in a grin too. "Sound good kid?"

"Yeah." He's still smiling.

Henry runs up to his room when they get home. Emma and Regina trail behind him, and Emma wonders if he is about to slam the door in their faces. It's what she had done each time she went to a new foster home: run into the bedroom and hide away. But when she and Regina reach Henry's room the door is wide open, and Henry is sitting on his bed holding a tattered old teddy bear.

"You really found me," Henry whispers, and oh god, it hurts Regina and Emma so much to realize that Henry hadn't been sure whether the days since his rescue were real or a dream.

Regina runs to Henry and throws her arms around him. "This is real Henry. We found you, and you're home now. Emma and I are here, I promise." Regina looks up at Emma who takes the cue to join them.

"Hey kid," Emma says settling down next to Henry and Regina. "You know how you know that this is real?" Henry shakes his head. "The three of us are living together. Would you have ever thought that would happen?" Understanding flashes on Henry's face. "So that means that this can't be in your head."

"You're a genius!" Henry exclaims, giving Emma a giant hug. Regina looks like she wants nothing more than to hug Emma too.

"Henry," Regina whispers when his head lolls to the side once again. "Why don't we go to bed?"

"I'm awake." Henry sits up straighter, obviously exhausted.

"Are you afraid to fall asleep?" Regina asks. She brushes a stray strand of hair from his face, wanting an excuse to touch him. Henry shakes his head. "It's ok to be scared," Regina promises.

Henry clutches the teddy bear in his arms harder. "I don't want to be alone."

"Oh Henry," Regina says, upset that she hadn't reassured him sooner that he wouldn't need to sleep alone. "We can have a slumber party just like we used to."

"Can Emma come too?"

Regina smiles softly. "Of course."

"What's this slumber party?" Emma asks.

"When I used to have bad dreams, Mom let me sleep in her bed with her." He looks a little embarrassed to need the same sort of reassurances that he had needed when he was small.

"It'll be fun," Regina tells Henry. The last thing she wants is for Henry to feel like he can't ask her for what he needs.

Emma looks at Regina, wanting permission before agreeing to share her bed. Regina nods, and so Emma tells Henry, "It does sound like fun. I've never been to a slumber party before."

Henry raises his eyebrow disbelievingly. "Really?"

"Really. And I'm pretty tired, so I think we should start this party soon."

"Yeah," Henry agrees.

Regina wraps her arm around Henry's shoulders and leads him up the stairs to his room. "Do you want us to wait here or come in while you get changed?" Regina asks.

"I'll be ok by myself."

Regina squeezes Henry's arm and gives him a reassuring smile because he looks so frightened at being away from her for a few minutes. "We'll stand right here," she promises before Henry goes into his bedroom and shuts his door.

Regina leans back against the wall and lets out a sigh. She concentrates on breathing and getting through each moment. If she stops and thinks, it will be too much and she won't be able to be who her son needs her to be.

"Thanks for letting me sleep with you guys tonight," Emma says.

"Of course. Henry wants you with him, and I will do anything that he needs to feel safe."

Emma smiles softly at Regina. "Me too."

"I haven't been the mother that Henry deserves, but I promised him that I would be better and I am not going to let him down again."

Regina's face speaks of such regret and such determination, and Emma is overcome by the desire to comfort the woman who loves their child so much that she was willing to lay down her life for his happiness. Emma reaches out and grabs Regina's hand. "No, we're not."

Regina smiles gratefully at Emma.

They wake to the sound of Henry's shrieks of terror. "Henry, Henry, wake up." Regina shakes Henry, but he is still caught in a nightmare world of shadows and memories, and the distant sound of his mother's voice feels like a promise that cannot possibly come true.

Finally, Regina manages to wake him. Eyes fly open and dart around the room. "It's ok sweetie." He looks at her disbelievingly. "Henry, look at me. You're home." She smiles at him. "I'm here and Emma's here."

Emma tries to smile at Henry, but she is certain that it comes out more of a grimace. "Hey kid."

"It's ok, Henry. Everything is going to be ok." Regina tells him again.

But Henry only grows more upset. He climbs out of bed, looks around frantically, and crouches down in the corner. "You aren't real."

Regina and Emma kneel down in front of Henry. Regina lifts his chin and stares into his eyes. "This is real Henry." Her voice is calming and warm. "Emma and I are here. You're home and you're safe."

"No, it's a trick."

"Why would Peter Pan show you something good?" Regina asks.

"Because it's worse when he takes it away."

Regina wraps her arms around Henry and pulls him into her lap. Whether he believes she is real or not, he lets her hold him. Henry curls his body into hers. "Please Mommy. Be real. Be real. Be real."

The sounds of his pleas make Regina want to scream and sob and find Pan and make him suffer. Instead she controls herself and calmly asks Henry, "Do you remember what you and Emma talked about earlier? You would never dream about this right? Emma and I are getting along, and that's too farfetched for you to even imagine."

Henry sniffles. He doesn't seem convinced and continues clinging to Regina as though at any moment she will disappear. "It's ok sweetheart. I'm here." She presses a kiss to his hair as she had when she rocked him as a baby.

"Your mom and I aren't ever going to leave you," Emma promises. She wonders whether Henry had seen images of her abandoning him. She wonders whether he has believed for his whole life that she abandoned him.

Regina keeps rocking Henry, Emma pressed up close against them, but it does nothing to stop the way that Henry's body shakes and he seems lost in his mind and in his fears that his mothers will vanish at any moment.

Emma realizes that all the reassurance in the world isn't going to make Henry believe that they are real. Time for a different tactic: distraction. "You know what I like when I can't sleep?" No answer. "Hot chocolate. And you once told me that your mom makes the best cocoa, so I think that it's time for her to prove it to me."

"Of course Henry was right," Regina declares. It's a struggle to keep her voice light and upbeat. "What do you say, sweetheart? I think cocoa sounds like a good idea."

"I guess," he says.

Regina smiles encouragingly. "That's my boy. Come on." She stands up, keeping an arm wrapped around Henry in what she desperately hopes is a reassuring embrace. Henry reaches his hand out for Emma, and the three of them head to the kitchen.

Henry passes out on the couch between his mothers. Emma and Regina are so relieved that he has finally fallen back asleep that they don't even consider moving him. Instead they watch a telenovela in a desperate attempt not to think about the fact that their son doesn't believe that they are real.

"Do you have any cider?" Emma asks. She thinks that Regina is going to make a remark about the fact that it's 4 a.m. and far from an appropriate time for cider, but she doesn't. Regina simply nods, leaves the room, and returns a minute later with two tumblers.

Regina sits down next to Emma and hands the other woman her drink. They sip quietly for a few minutes. Their bodies are close but not touching.

Emma breaks the silence. "What if he's never the same?" It hurts to ask, but she needs to say the words out loud, to have them both hear the likely truth of the situation.

"He'll be fine," Regina insists. "Henry is a strong boy."

"Things break even the strongest people Regina."

Regina knows this to be true, of course, but she cannot acknowledge the possibility of her son being hurt in that way. "It's only been a few days. We just need to give him time."

Emma nods, and silence settles across the living room once more. Emma feels alone in this moment. She needs someone else to realize that things might never be ok again. She hates feeling like the bad parent who doesn't have faith in their son, but she doesn't know how to simply believe that he will get better.

"We'll love him," Regina whispers a minute later. Emma can hear the tears in her voice. "If he's never the same, we will love him anyway. He's our son, and we will just love him."