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DON'T OWN IT.
"You are never driving a horse again!" Emma yelled, glaring at Graham.
"And they're home." Henry mumbled, looking up from his book.
"I wasn't that bad. I narrowly missed the tree." Graham defended.
"That's great and all, but you almost sent us off the bridge."
"I agree that was my fault. You're beautiful smile distracted me." He took a step closer to her, pulling her in for a kiss.
"I'm glad you guys got home safely. I was starting to get worried." Snow copied Graham, standing on her tip-toes to peck James.
"Yeah, the snow's really coming down." James commented.
"I don't know about anyone else, but I'm starving." Emma announced, making her way to the kitchen.
"Please don't cook. You're either going to light something on fire, or poison us." Graham quipped, a playful smirk crossing his flawless features.
"I am perfectly capable of making a grilled cheese. It's bread, cheese, and timing. It's not that difficult." She replied.
"Well, I'm going to get into some dry clothes." Graham said, giving Henry's shoulder a squeeze before he disappeared up the stairs.
"I think that's a brilliant idea." James agreed. "I'll be back."
"We'll be here." Snow smiled. She looked around. For once, things were finally starting to go in the right direction. Her family had been reunited, and Emma was finally accepting what was happening. Henry was fitting right in. The thing that made her the happiest was how Emma and Graham looked at each other; it was a look full of love, longing, and happiness. Of course, there were so many more layers to their relationship than Snow could even begin to understand, but she did understand true love. True love's kiss is what had brought Graham's memories back. She glanced at Henry, who was talking to Emma in the kitchen. He was the happiest she had ever seen him. Sighing contently, Snow made her way to the kitchen.
"I'm surprised you don't know how to cook." She commented.
"Do I seem like the cooking type? I much prefer Chinese take-out and pizza." Emma replied.
"Well, I just thought, since, you know, you were alone most of your life." Snow shrugged. "I guess I just assumed you'd be able to."
"I never had a mother to teach me." The blonde said, then whipped around to face them, ignoring the bread and cheese. "I'm so sorry. I-I don't know why I said that. I didn't mean it like it came out." She stammered.
"It's okay." Snow said, her voice way too chipper to be real.
"No, it's not. All of you have been nothing but nice to me, and I treat you like crap. It's not right." Emma said stubbornly.
"You're grilled cheese is going to get burnt." Snow said. Emma turned back around to tend to it. "James and I completely understand. You're not purposely doing this."
"I thought she wasn't as nice here."
"I'm a nice person." Snow said. "Just not as naïve. Although, it's not really my fault, I was cursed."
"Mean people are easier to deal with." She stated.
"You better learn to deal with nice ones. There's only happy endings here, and the meanest person is the Evil Queen. Even Grumpy isn't that bad."
"You guys are okay." Emma said quickly. Both Henry and Snow fixed her with stern looks. "I'm working on it. Would anyone else like a grilled cheese?" She asked.
"Since you were supervised, me." Graham walked into the room.
"So, what did you do today, Henry?" Emma ignored him, throwing a smirk over her shoulder to him.
"I got a riding lesson." Henry replied.
"How'd you do?"
"A lot better than you." He smiled mischievously, recalling the day's earlier events.
"Oh yeah, thanks for reminding me." She stuck the spatula into Graham's chest. "You shouldn't make fun of me. I could've gotten hurt."
"It was pretty funny, though." Graham smirked. "Not that I wanted you to get hurt, but… No animal in its right mind would hurt you. That would only make life very difficult for it."
"That horse seemed pretty insane to me."
"Please pay attention to my grilled cheese." He instructed.
"Fine." Emma crossed her arms, pouting.
"What did Rumplestilskin say?" Henry asked.
"Good news." Emma said.
"That wasn't good news." Graham argued.
"Yes it was. We officially have a plan. Magic doesn't affect me."
"Great, now you're a martyr." Graham rolled his eyes.
"I'm not going to die, Graham. Remember last time Regina punched me? It didn't end well for her. This time, she won't have you to save her ass." Emma smirked.
"That may be true, but this time, she has a whole evil army to back her up."
"For some reason, I don't think they're very loyal."
"She's right." James said, breezing in, giving Emma a kiss on the head. "As far as I could tell, she didn't have many guards, if any. I can't imagine she's hiding them. I think we have a real shot at winning this thing."
"Just promise you'll be careful, alright? I don't want to lose both of my moms." Henry said, looking up at Emma with big, brown, puppy dog eyes.
"Of course I will, Henry." Emma said, crouching down to his level. "I am never going to leave you, okay?"
"Okay." He smiled up with her. Emma gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze.
"You're lucky that I was paying attention to my grilled cheese. You would've burned it." Graham said, grabbing the spatula from Emma's hand.
"My son distracted me." She justified.
"For Henry, I'll let it slide." Graham smiled.
"When are we going to attack Regina?" Emma asked.
"Tomorrow night, probably. I need to debrief my men, and triple check to make sure there are no kinks in the plan." James answered.
"Sounds good." Emma said, sitting on Graham's lap while they ate.
I'LL TRY TO UPDATE IN A COUPLE DAYS. I'M NOT GOING TO BE HOME TOMORROW NIGHT, AND GONE ALL DAY, SO IT'LL PROBABLY BE SATURDAY OR SUNDAY NIGHT. HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS CHAPTER!