Authors note: Thank you Anny Rodrigues for your suggestion, I will try and fit it into one of the chapters ;). And to Vampress2802, I could never hate you for giving your opinion, in fact it's the opposite, I appreciate it :)

"Regina."

Regina wiped the sleep from her eyes. "Emma? What are you doing here? It's still early, I hadn't expected you to be a morning person." She smirked.

She wasn't even completely awake yet and the sass had already started. God woman. Emma thought.

"I'm not, but I need to talk to you. It's about Henry."

Regina was immediately alert. "What about him? Did something happen?"

"No, nothing happened." Emma reassured the brunette. "He asked me something."

"Would you mind coming in? That way we can talk privately and my feet won't freeze off."

That's the first time that Emma noticed that the brunette was dressed in a robe. And probably in only a robe, seeing that she had told Emma about those crazy hormones. Emma grinned knowingly and Regina blushed.

"Just come in." She snapped, not liking the way her cheeks were blushing.

Emma stepped into the white mansion and decided to pull of her boots. They were a little muddy from the rain and she would hate to make the floor dirty. It's not a good idea to piss off a pregnant woman, especially not if that pregnant woman was Regina, a very hormonal Regina.

With her sock clad feet she followed Regina into the kitchen.

"Would you like some coffee, Emma?" She asked, while she was rummaging through her cabinets, looking for coffee beans.

"Yeah, that would be nice."

The brunette smiled happily when she had finally found the beans. She put them in the machine and pushed the on button. Once the coffee was brewing she turned around to face the blonde.

"What did Henry ask you?"

"Straight to the point I see."

Regina raised her perfectly manicured brow. "If it's about Henry I'm always straight to the point, dear."

Emma nodded. "Okay. Well, the thing is... I noticed that Henry doesn't seem happy, living in the appartment. I mean... I think that he misses you, Regina."

Regina's heart swelled and her throat tightened. "You really think that? Has he said something?"

"Well, no." Emma saw the brunette's face fall. "But I think that's because he doesn't want to hurt my feelings."

"You can't be certain until he says something, dear."

"Yes, I know that. That's why I thought that it would be a good idea if we would talk to him."

Regina pursed her lips in thought. "I don't want to force him to live with me, Emma. Not again." Her voice cracked slightly, the memory of her taking Henry from the town hall swirling in her mind. He had said exactly the same thing to her as she had always said to Cora. I don't want to be you...

"I know, Regina. David told me about the incident at the town hall. But Regina, you're his mother. You were right about what you said the first time I came to this town. I may have given birth to him, but he's your son. You raised him, Regina. And he knows that, that's why he's unhappy living with me. You raised him so well, that he's prepared to live unhappily with me, to spare my feelings."

Regina felt a tear roll down her cheek but she quickly turned around, hoping that the blonde hadn't noticed and poured the hot liquid into two mugs. Once she had tactfully wiped the tear away she turned around again and placed the mug in front of Emma on top of the breakfast bar.

"I can pick him up today, after school and take him to your appartment."

Emma smiled. "Great, there's nobody home, so we'll have some privacy."

They drank up the bitter liquid in silence. At least that was until Daniel came downstairs and walked into the kitchen only dressed in his boxers.

"Gin-" he stopped abruptly when he saw the blonde standing in the kitchen. He turned red from embarrassment. "Oh, this is awkward."

Regina chuckled. "You could say that, dear. Why don't you go upstairs and put on some pants."

"Yes, great idea." He said and he rushed upstairs.

Emma turned her head towards the brunette with a grin. "You know, Regina. I must say that you have a very good taste in men, no wonder you're all hormonal around him."

Regina playfully slapped her on the arm and Emma let out a grunt and rubbed her arm. "Shut up, princess."

Emma's eyes grew wide. "Did you just call me princess?!"

Regina smiled her Evil Queen smirk. "I did... princess."

...

Regina's hands gripped the steering wheel so hard that her knuckles turned white. She was nervous, very nervous to talk to Henry.

What if he would reject me, again? I don't think I'll be able to handle that.

The school building came into view and Regina let out a harsh breath. She parked in front of the white building and dropped her head on the steering wheel.

Well, here goes nothing.

She gracefully stepped out of the car and leaned against the hood of her Mercedes. After about 5 minutes of nervously turning her engagement ring around her ring finger, the school bell finally rang.

Regina looked around, waiting until she saw the familiar striped scarf of her son. She smiled when she saw her little boy walking over to her with a grin.

"Mom, why are you picking me up?"

Regina decided not to let the comment hurt her, he didn't mean it like that.

"Emma thought that it would be a good idea for me to pick you up and take you to the appartment, so that we could talk a little."

"Alright." He said and he got into the passenger seat.

The couple drove to the appartment mostly in silence.

...

"Ah, great you're here." Emma said while she stepped out of the doorway to let the both of them in.

They sat on the couch and Emma handed Regina a cup of coffee and Henry to cup of hot chocolate.

"So what do you want to talk about?" Henry asked curiously.

"Well, Henry." Emma started. "I was wondering if you would maybe like to go back to living with your mom. Because I've noticed that you really miss her."

Henry was quiet and looked at Emma with surprise.

"Would you like that?" Emma asked again.

Henry looked up at his mom who was smiling at him. He nodded. "Yes, but I didn't want to hurt your feelings."

Emma smiled. "You don't hurt my feelings if you want to live with your mom, kid. I understand, she raised you."

"So I can really live with you again, mom?" He asked Regina.

Regina furrowed her brows. "Of course you can, honey. Why would you think otherwise?"

Herny looked down at his hands. "Well, you have Daniel now, and my little brother or sister. I don't want to interfere."

Regina felt tears fill her eyes at her sons words. "You would never interfere, Henry. You're my son. I love you so much, you're part of my family." She pulled him into a tight hug. "I love you, my baby boy."

Henry started crying at her words. How could he ever have thought that she didn't love him? "I'm sorry I hurt you, mommy."

"Oh, no darling. You have nothing to apologize for." She said and she kissed his head.

Emma watched mother and son and felt her own tears stream down her cheeks.
Even though it did hurt her feelings that he wanted to live with Regina, she understood. Emma may be his birthmother, but Regina had been there for him all his live. That's what makes you a real mother.

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So I wrote this because I really think that Regina is Henry's mother, she's been there for him his whole life. I hope you liked the chapter and leave a review! ;)