Song 1234 of my iTunes collection
Now they laugh about the moment that it happened
A moment they'd both missed until that day
When he saw his future in her eyes
Instead of just another friendly face
And he wonders why he searched so long
When she was always there at that diner waiting on
Somebody in the next car
Somebody on the morning train
Somebody in the coffee shop
That you walk right on by everyday
Somebody that you look at
But never really see
Somewhere out there is somebody
~ "Somebody" Reba McEntire
"Ma," Henry said appearing before his blonde mother, "what's this?" he asked while holding out a torn and battered photo.
His mother slipped it from his hands and she smiled, "Regina," she said just loud enough to draw the attention of the brunette across the room, packing things into boxes, "do remember this?" she asked as she moved toward the other woman and held the photo out.
Glancing down to the picture the brunette instantly chuckled, "How could I forget, darling?"
"What is it?" Henry questioned, as impatient as his mother, it depended on which one you asked as to which one he was like in that respect.
Regina brushed her finger over her wife's face in the picture, "Before your mother and I married, Henry," she said, "she was a waitress at this little diner right off of Broadway that I always stopped at for breakfast. The two of us became friends-"
"Which most people still can't believe."
"Emma," Regina said trying to hide a smile at her wife's words, "We always talked about who we were dating and how our lives were going. Your mother gave me some advice one day-"
"Which your Mom took completely the wrong way and asked out the wrong person," Emma said with a chuckle while earning a smack from her wife.
"This," Regina said, turning the picture over in her hands, "is when I finally figured out what your mother meant though." She smiled, "This is when I finally asked your mother out." Regina grinned, "I finally figured out that what I was looking for had been right there all along."