A/N: Sorry for the wait. Hope it was worth it. :)

Henry had woken up from a nightmare and thought…well…he wasn't quite sure what he had thought. He had immediately noticed that Emma's tent was missing, and his imagination had run wild. He'd worried about everything from Emma getting angry and going home to Emma being poisoned by The Evil Queen while he was sleeping. The hundreds of scenarios that he had developed thankfully did not appear to be accurate, since Emma looked quite peaceful sleeping next to his other mother. Henry asked quietly, still visibly shaken, "Emma? Are you ok?"

"Yes, Henry, come here. Did you have a nightmare?" Emma asked, feeling entirely out of her element, but still doing her best to fill the comforting parent role. Regina would know what to do, but Emma didn't dare wake her up for fear she would never hear the end of what a bad mother she was that she couldn't handle something as simple as her son having a nightmare and needing reassurance.

"Yes…" Henry nodded, as he flashed back to the horrible vision that had roused him from an otherwise fitful sleep. The woman who had raised him, dressed as The Evil Queen, had been holding a half-eaten apple, while his birth mother had been lying on the floor unconscious. He had gone to confront The Evil Queen, but she had laughed maniacally and ignored his tears. He shook it off, knowing that it was just a dream, but still worried anyway. It didn't help that he still had no idea why his mothers were sharing a tent, when Emma had seemed very adamantly against doing just that when he had gone to sleep. He asked, "Emma, where's your tent?"

Emma sighed, "Long story, kid." Leave it to her kid to ask the difficult questions when she was too tired to formulate a proper response.

"Did she do something to it?" Henry queried, motioning at Regina who was beginning to stir. Every time he started to think of Regina as his mother instead of The Evil Queen like he had before he had gotten the book of fairytales, Regina did something to remind him that she was also The Evil Queen. He was sure that this was the case now. Anger began to replace the fear in his heart, and he clenched his fists subconsciously.

"NO. No, of course not," Emma answered in a loud whisper. "It was my fault. I must have put it away wet or something and forgotten about it."

Henry began to relax a little bit. He still didn't want to leave the two of them alone together, not after the dream he'd had, so he asked, "Can I sleep with you?"

Emma looked over at Regina, silently seeking her approval, even though in her head, she knew Regina was asleep. Emma took a chance, motioning to Henry to join them in bed.

Henry climbed onto the bed, sandwiching himself between the two women, causing Regina to stir from her sleep. Regina looked at him with tired eyes, giving him a kiss on the forehead before looking over at Emma with a smile. The two women fell back asleep with their son between them, each protectively holding an arm over top of him. Neither woman noticed or cared as their hands touched and their fingers entwined as naturally as if they had been sleeping together as a family for years. All that mattered was the little boy who had captured both of their hearts.

Henry woke first and maneuvered himself out of bed without waking his two mothers so that he could watch the sunrise by the lake. He grabbed a snack size box of healthy cereal to munch on and found a shaded spot to sit while he waited for his mothers to wake up and take him fishing. He was very excited because his plan of getting to spend time with Emma seemed to be working pretty well so far.

Meanwhile, still inside the tent, Regina opened her eyes and gazed at the woman sleeping next to her. She was amazed at how Emma was so infuriating while awake and so beautiful and tranquil while asleep. She was going to put her plan into full gear because she had to protect her life from the Savior.

Yet, as she stared longingly at Emma, a small part of her wished that circumstances were different and that Emma wasn't going to try to break the curse and take Henry from her. She wished that Emma was actually the happy ending that she had always wanted and that the two of them could raise Henry together, here in Storybrooke, with the Enchanted Forest nothing but a distant memory.

She had learned long ago that life was no fairytale. She had had no fairy godmother to save her from her mother's strict 'discipline' or a forced marriage to a man she could never love. The only way her life would change was if she took charge and made it happen. She had made some difficult decisions in her life, but then, who hadn't? War wasn't pretty and was often full of casualties, even innocent ones like her father. While he hadn't been able to protect her from her mother, his death had given her the opportunity for a fresh start. Thanks to the curse she now had a chance to be the one thing that she never could in the Enchanted Forest; she had the chance to be herself.

The day had gone relatively quickly. Emma had woken to the sweet smell of bacon and the sight of an already dressed Regina leaning over the camp stove in a way that was both domestic and alluring at the same time. Emma had enjoyed quality time with Henry fishing and going on a nature walk while Regina tended the campsite and read a book by the lake. Emma had never seen the mayor so calm and found it quite refreshing. After a quick lunch, Emma had insisted that Regina join them on another walk through the woods and was impressed with Regina's knowledge of nuts and berries as she pointed out which ones were edible and which ones were poisonous.

The three of them gathered the ones that were safe to eat and put them in a wicker basket Regina usually saved for her apples. Emma didn't say a word as Regina's hands seemed to 'accidentally' touch hers every time she moved to put an item in the basket. In fact, Emma had been getting along with Regina so well that upon returning to the campsite, she took a chance and splashed her with some water from the lake. Despite a weak protest that playing in the water was against the rules of the campsite, Henry and Emma had dragged Regina fully clothed into the water with them for a family water battle. Emma wasn't the least bit sorry as she enjoyed the view that a wet and now transparent white cotton T-shirt afforded her.

The only trouble had come at bedtime, when Henry had been reluctant to leave them alone. He was convinced his mom was up to something, and nothing Emma said seemed to dissuade him of this belief.

"Henry, I'm going to be fine. Your mom isn't going to poison me in my sleep," Emma knelt down to Henry's eye level. She loved his vivid imagination, but sometimes, it was a little over the top, even for her.

Henry looked right into her eyes, "Emma, you can't trust her. She's being too nice. I know she's up to something."

"Now you know you aren't being fair. I know that she's been acting…differently all day, but maybe she just wanted to show you a good time," Emma suggested. As frustrated as she was with him, she recognized the stubbornness and lack of respect for authority as proof that he was without a doubt her son.

Henry glared at her, "She doesn't care about me. She's The Evil Queen. Have you forgotten Operation Cobra already?"

"No, I haven't forgotten. Look, I'm the Savior right? So, I think you should trust my judgment," Emma insisted.

Henry scowled. He still had a bad feeling that he couldn't shake, and his intuition had served him well thus far. He continued, "Sometimes Evil wins because Good won't believe. Like in Spaceballs, Evil will…"

"…always triumph because Good is dumb," Emma finished the quote. "Lucky for you, I'm not dumb. Listen, kid, if your mom was going to kill me, she could have done it last night while we were sleeping and no one would have been the wiser."

Henry sulked, "She didn't because I was there."

"She didn't kill me because she knows you would never forgive her and whether she is The Evil Queen or not, she does care about you," Emma sighed. "She doesn't want you to hate her."

While he wasn't willing to admit it, Emma did have a point. He would never forgive The Evil Queen if something happened to Emma. Henry studied her carefully, "You'll be careful?"

"Yes, I'll be careful. Now, will you go to bed?" Emma pleaded.

Henry nodded, giving her a hug and a kiss and tossing a glare in Regina's direction before going inside and zipping up his tent.

Emma looked apologetically at Regina, "I'm sorry. I don't know what's gotten into him."

Regina did what she had done for every night since Henry had been given that book of fairytales. She shoved her hurt feelings to the side and pretended they didn't exist. She responded coolly, "Miss Swan, it is really none of your concern. Temper tantrums are quite common in children his age."

"That doesn't make it right. Look, I'll make him apologize in the morning," Emma put her hands in her pockets.

"Totally unnecessary. Oh, Miss Swan?" Regina asked.

"Yes?"

"I noticed you didn't drive back to town for a new tent," Regina let the unspoken question hang in the air.

Emma replied, "Yeah, well, last night wasn't so bad, and as you put it so eloquently, I decided to be an adult about this."

"Very well then. I trust you'll put out the campfire and come to bed. Oh, and Miss Swan…" Regina pointedly allowed her eyes to wander up and down the blonde's body, "I don't like to be kept waiting."