A/N Hope you enjoy it! Xxx

Emma stormed back into the apartment and slammed the door, surprising her Mother who had been occupying herself by inspecting her daughter's kitchen cupboards and making tutting sounds at the lack of food there was. She made a mental note to do a big grocery shop for her later that day.

"We need to talk and when I say we, I mean I need to talk and you need to listen." Emma said sternly.

Mary Margaret just nodded and put down the dish cloth she had been using to clean the already spotless surfaces.

"I want to make it clear that I am not happy about you intefering with my private matters, especially this! But I am grateful that you have tracked him down and I would really like to talk to him."

Mary Margaret was thrilled and she started to get up off the stool and went to hug Emma, who raised her hands in protest.

"I haven't finished! Firstly, I am gay Mother, G.A.Y. I have a beautiful girlfriend and I am completely head over heels in love with the woman! I am not doing this to make amends with you, or the church, or any other idea that you and Pastor frickin Dave have concocted about how I should live my life. Second, if this boy is who he says he is and does wanna know my story, then that is exactly what he is gonna hear. Thirdly, before anything else happens, he needs to tell his parents what he's doing because I am not influencing a thirteen year old boy to put himself in such an awkward situation. He said he loves his Mother and I respect that. She is the one who has raised him all these years and she should be the one to decide if he is allowed contact with me or not, at least until he's old enough to make his own decisions. Those are my terms. Take it or leave it because either way, I'm gonna be in contact with my son with or without you."

Emma had been bottling up that speech for as long as she could remember. It was recited without a flinch as she had so many years to practice it in her mind.

Mary Margaret was hurt. She had so hoped her daughter would see the folly of her ways but she still held out hope that once she met the lad, she would want to give him the best in life and the best was so obviously the perfect family he longed for with a father to look up to. She would come to her senses and stop seeing whatever hussy demon she was currently pining after as soon as she clapped eyes on her child, she mused.

"Emma, darling. I just want what is best for you. I don't agree with your lifestyle choices but I am prepared to turn the other cheek for now. I'm sure you will feel differently once you meet Killian but I won't say anything else on the matter. Let's just concentrate on the task at hand shall we? Why don't you and I go do a spot of grocery shopping and get something in that non existent belly of yours, then we can talk properly."

Emma honestly couldn't argue with that. She was starving and she hadn't been shopping for a while due to the fact she now ate dinner at Regina's pretty much every night. On weekends, they tended to eat out or order in so there wasn't much point in buying anything. She knew her Mother would be staying for a while though and as much as she hoped she could avoid her for another two years, she knew they had to eventually come to some sort of impass.

Emma chose to ignore the comments about this Killian dude, whoever the hell he was, and get on with shopping. The one thing Emma had missed about her mother was her cooking. She was the regional pie champion for ten years in a row. Mary Margaret prided herself on those pies and Emma's particular favorite was her snow pie.

As they were walking around the supermarket, Emma's phone buzzed in her back pocket. She pulled it out and read the message.

Regina: 12:56Everything ok? I've usually had at least half a dozen messages from you before lunch! ;-) Should I be worried? Xxx

Emma smiled and realised she hadn't spoken to her lover all day. No wonder she was feeling so tightly wound. She text back.

Emma: 12:57Hey babe. Sorry, I've had a crazy morning. Can't even think where to start. Talk later? Your place? Xxx

Regina stared at her phone. Something wasn't right. The tone was all off. Not wanting to intrude, she sent a simple reply.

Regina: 13:00Sure. Any time Emma. I really hope you are ok. Love you. Xxx

Emma: 13:01Love you more more more. Xxxxx

Her mom was rambling on about some sermon Pastor David had been preaching as she picked up a bag of flour and chucked it in the cart. Emma had to ask.

"Mom, is there something going on between you and Pastor Dave because you sure can't seem to shut up about him!"

Mary Margaret froze, ironically in the freezer section of the store. She had quite visibly turned a full three shades pinker than her usual rosy complexion which answered Emma's question instantly. She smiled and carried on.

"Well about damn time! Jees, I didn't think he had it in him, the old dog! I bet that's bumped up your status quite a bit with the girls down at prayer service, huh! I bet they're jaws dropped a good few inches! So does getting busy with the Pastor get you any special privileges, you know, with Him?" She pointed skywards. She was bating her deliberately. It was very rare Emma had the opportunity to make her mom squirm or call her out on something and she relished the chance.

"Emma Swan! You watch your mouth young lady! I won't have you say such things about my friends. They are good people and Pastor David is a good man. Yes we have been courting, so it were, but no funny business, mind. Now take your mind out of the gutter and concentrate on that shopping list."