She winced at the slamming of the bedroom door but carried on through regardless, Regina internally cursing herself for teaching the blonde particle manipulation whilst on the island, right now she was pretty much regretting any form of interaction she'd had with the woman.

"Just for the record," the younger woman began, slumping down onto the bed in order to be comfortable as she watched the brunette pacing the length of her room furiously, "you're totally over-reacting right now"

This stopped her, brown eyes glinted dangerously in the early evening glow of the room, "excuse me?"

It was a loaded question but Emma was just as stubborn as she, green eyes stared back in open defiance as an eyebrow raised in challenge. "I said, you are totally over-reacting right now. It's a sleepover for gods sake!"

Fear at the notion flashed before across dark eyes but the emotion was gone as quickly as it had come, anger replacing it once more, "I don't care what it is, he's not going."

"Why not?!" the blonde threw her arms up in exasperation, "he's a kid Regina, let him do the things a kid his age is supposed to do!"

"Need I remind you of where he was only a month ago?!"

Emma openly gaped at this, "Oh my God, you…you're totally right…" Regina rolled her eyes at the tone of sarcasm and feigned memory loss, it was mocking and downright degrading, "I completely forgot that about 25 days ago we were trekking through Neverland, fucking Neverland. I completely forgot about you lying dead in my arms for a good 5 minutes before I worked up the courage to kiss you and find out that, oh would you look at that, my Mom's sworn enemy is my true love. I completely forgot that you had to push our son's heart back into his chest to bring him back to life…"

"Emma…I-"

"No Regina! We went through shit, yeah, I'm scared of losing him too but do you know what?" her voice was rebounding through the room now as the brunette felt incredibly small, "we'll lose him if we don't let him make his own decisions, you know what smothering him does…" she saw the flinch of hurt but ignored it as she stepped forwards and clasped lean hands in her own, her eyes focused completely on the teary eyes of the woman before her. "We have to let him choose how he heals and if this helps? If going to a sleepover with friends that we already know and like helps him heal? Then I sure as hell am not going to stop that…are you?"

The inhale she heard was shaky and then caught in the brunette's throat when Emma's thumb moved up to brush the tear away, another replaced it as her head was pulled into the crook of her love's neck. "I just…I…"

The blonde was rubbing soothing circles on her back as she placed light kisses on Regina's neck, "you're scared," she stated simply, "I am too…and it's okay, you know why?" Her only reply was a small shake of a brunette head, the vulnerability making her laugh softly whilst pulling the woman into her more, "because we have a reason to be worried, without a son here, without the love we feel for him and our need to protect him we wouldn't feel like that…I for one wouldn't give that feeling up for anything now would you?"

"No," the response was muffled, cold air hit the tears that had fallen onto her neck as Regina moved back in order to look into her eyes before pressing a light kiss to pink lips.

"Does that mean-"

"Go tell him," Regina sighed softly, confused when Emma did nothing to move from her embrace.

The blonde simple looked over her shoulder and shouted, "go pack your crap kid, your Mom will drop you off"

Regina's face was a picture when she heard a responding 'yessss!' from the other side of the door. "Did I just-"

"Yes Madame Mayor, you just got tag teamed" her grin was unfaltering even as the familiar scowl fell into place. She shivered as Regina inched closer to her face, cheeks brushing as hot air caressed her ear.

"And you, my dear Sheriff," she drawled, initiating intense arousal within the blonde's body, "have just been relegated to the couch…I hope it was worth it dear"

And when the door burst open to reveal their 11 year old son, hair in disarray from throwing on his favorite jacket, one Emma and Regina had both picked out together only 2 weeks prior. His eyes bright with excitement and his rucksack thrown haphazardly over his shoulder as he awaited his mode of transport, Emma could only say one word as she looked over her family.
"Totally"