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As the three of them pulled up to the Storybrooke campground, Henry was getting restless. He'd spent the entire car ride trying to keep his two mothers from killing each other in front of him, but he was still incredibly excited. While Regina checked in at the main office building, he gave Emma a quick hug, knowing he needed to let go as the mayor came back into view. He didn't want to provoke Regina even further, knowing that she had already made a huge concession allowing Emma to come along. He asked, "Mom, can we set up by the lake?"

"I suppose," Regina responded, pulling the car around to a spot near the lake that had enough room for all three of their tents. Taking in the image of the lake surrounded by trees as far as the eye could see, she noted fondly that her love for visual aesthetics had in fact been passed down to her son. She asked rhetorically, "How does this look?"

Looking around, Henry shouted, "Great, Mom! Emma, come look at the lake with me!"

Emma felt herself being tugged along by her ten-year-old son despite her better judgment. It wasn't that she was apathetic about spending time with her son, but more that she was concerned about getting the tents set up before dark. She'd set up a tent in the dark before out of pure necessity, but searching for random tent stakes by the light of the car's headlights wasn't her idea of a good time. Finding her voice, she called out, "Henry, come on, let's get the tents set up. We'll have all day to play in the lake tomorrow."

"You're starting to sound like her," Henry pouted a little, but he followed her anyway. After all, if he helped, they might have time to check out the lake after dinner. By the time his dome tent and Regina's tent had been put up, his stomach rumbled. He whined, "Mom, I'm hungry."

Regina realized that it had been hours since they had eaten, "Miss Swan, would you be able to get a fire started? I have some hamburgers and hot dogs in the cooler."

"What about my tent?" Emma asked. "It won't take long to put up."

Looking at Henry, Regina continued, "Then it won't take long to put up after we've had a chance to eat. If you don't know how to start a fire, I have a propane stove in the backseat."

Emma looked mildly insulted, "Yes, I know how to start a fire, Madame Mayor. Just what do you plan to do while I get it ready?"

"Henry and I are going to finish unpacking, of course. Henry, there's some fruit in the cooler to tide you over while Miss Swan gets dinner together," Regina smiled sweetly. There was nothing she loved more than delegating responsibility.

Emma started to scowl, but stopped because she knew Regina thrived on making her upset. She simply went over to the fire pit with some newspapers and firewood that they'd brought with them and gathered some nearby twigs to start a fire. She built a ring of rocks around the fire pit as a safety measure and put a makeshift wire grill over where she anticipated the flames would be. She reached over with the multipurpose lighter, lighting the fire, and then sat back and admired her handiwork. She looked for signs of Regina and Henry so that she could gloat, but they seemed to have disappeared completely from view. She called out, "Henry? Regina? Where are you?"

Henry's voice came first, "Emma, we're in Mom's tent. Is dinner ready?"

"Not quite yet. The fire's started though. I was just worried when I didn't see you," Emma admitted, lifting the flap of Regina's canvas wall tent to look inside. She did a double take at what she saw before her. When Regina went camping, she went in style. The tent was tall enough on the inside that they could all stand without having to duck and still have plenty of space to move around. She saw a wooden clothes rack in the corner, and the strangest sight of all-Regina was on her hands and knees putting in the last few screws to a portable metal sofa-bed frame while Henry held it in place.

Regina stood up, brushing off her legs, "Thank you, Henry. All that's left is the mattress, and by then, I'm sure Miss Swan will have dinner prepared."

"Regina, you never cease to amaze me," Emma shook her head. "You do realize this is not what most people expect when they hear the words 'camping trip'."

Regina looked mildly indignant, "Not all of us are barbarians, Miss Swan. If you desire to wake up with a backache from sleeping on the floor with the other animals, that is your prerogative."

"I just meant…never mind," Emma sighed. Arguing with the mayor was an exercise in futility. She simply asked, "Where is the aluminum foil?"

"I'll show her, Mom," Henry led Emma over to the car and pointed right next to the cooler. He said, "It's right there. Hey, Emma, thank you for coming with us."

Emma smiled at him, "Anytime, kid."

She resumed cooking the hamburgers and hot dogs over the open flames and called Regina and Henry over to join her. They ate in relative silence, having spent most of their energy on setting up camp. As Emma looked over at them both, she couldn't help but think how the trip was a lot more enjoyable than she thought it would be. She laughed to herself that it was probably because the mayor was too tired to continue their verbal sparring.

Regina gave her a questioning look, but didn't ask why she was laughing. Instead, she reprimanded Henry, "Henry, what do you say?"

"Thank you. Emma is an awesome cook, isn't she, Mom?" Henry said between bites.

"Don't speak and chew your food at the same time," Regina responded automatically. She begrudgingly admitted, "Yes, Miss Swan cooks better than I thought she would. Thank you for helping out."

Emma beamed at the compliments, "You're welcome, Madame Mayor. You can return the favor by helping me set up my tent before dark."

Regina waved her hand, "Of course. You and I will set up your tent while Henry gets ready for bed."

"But, Mom?" Henry complained.

"Sweetheart, you'll thank me tomorrow when you have a full night's rest and can take Miss Swan fishing," Regina insisted, used to the bedtime complaints. She absolutely hated fishing, so that was one activity she was happy to hand over to Emma. She was sure that before long, Emma would realize that being a mother wasn't the fun and games she seemed to think it was.

Emma was in shock that Regina had suggested she have any interaction with her son. There had to be a catch somewhere…or maybe she was finally relenting? Maybe Regina was finally starting to accept that Henry had two mothers. Emma took a chance and backed up Regina's bedtime rules, "Henry, listen to your mother. Get ready for bed, and we'll both be there to tuck you in."

Henry wasn't quite sure what to make of Emma, the Savior, getting along with The Evil Queen about anything-let alone his bedtime. He yawned, deciding that he would figure out what it all meant in the morning. In the meantime, he hugged both of them and headed for his tent. Before Emma and Regina had even had a chance to get Emma's tent out of the car, he called out for them to tuck him in.

Regina marveled, "I don't think I've ever seen him get ready for bed so quickly."

"He's had a long day," Emma shrugged. Like Henry, she was also exhausted and couldn't wait to get her tent up and fall asleep. Remembering her promise to Henry, she looked at Regina, "You coming?"

"Of course," Regina answered and followed Emma to Henry's tent. She wasn't quite sure what to make of their brief truce, but she supposed that as long as the blonde understood that she made the rules, not Emma, making an effort to get along was probably in Henry's best interest.

They sat just outside his tent, since it was so small. Emma zipped up Henry's sleeping bag, and just smiled at him, not entirely sure what to do.

"You don't have to tell me a story. I'm a little old for that," Henry lied. He loved when Regina would tell him stories before he fell asleep, but he didn't want Emma to know that.

Emma smiled at him, "You are such a liar. Can I kiss you goodnight at least?"

Henry nodded, "Goodnight Emma."

She leaned down to kiss him goodnight, cherishing the moment, "Goodnight, kid."

He looked over at Regina, "Mom, too."

Regina looked at him, clearly a little surprised, as it had been a while since he had requested a goodnight kiss from her. She recovered quickly, kissing him on the forehead, "Goodnight Henry. I love you."

Henry smiled, "Goodnight, Mom," and closed his eyes.

Regina continued to watch him for a few more seconds before she zipped up his tent. She looked over at Emma, "I guess it's time to set up your tent. Let's get on with it."

Looking up at the sky, which had begun to darken, Emma nodded and got her tent, ground tarp, and the rest of her stuff out of the car. She said, "It's been a while since I set this up, but I have the stakes for the tarp inside my tent bag, and….uh oh." She began cursing under her breath as she saw that her nylon tent was completely covered in mold.

Regina couldn't help but grin as she saw that the tent Emma had brought, the one that she had procured so effortlessly from her car to continue to worm her way into Henry's life, would be completely useless. She bet that Emma was now wishing more than anything she had in fact not gone camping and maybe next time would think before interfering with her mother-son time. She gloated, "Well, it looks like we'll be sharing a tent after all."