Regina returned to her hotel room happy that she was able to spend the day with Henry. She had missed him so much. She enjoyed the tour they had gone on, with Henry as her guide. She wouldn't want to live in New York, but she didn't mind visiting.

She had tried to mentally prepare to see Emma again, but the moment Emma had opened the door, Regina was at a loss as to what to say. When Emma had asked her to postpone her trip to New York by a day she had gotten discouraged. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. She was supposed to have come to New York and spoken to Emma like an adult – told her finally that she had feelings for her. She would tell her what she should have said in Storybrooke.

But she hadn't.

Maybe tomorrow, she thought.

Emma hadn't slept well, up most of the night being angry at Henry and being angrier at Regina. What had Regina said to Henry? Had she encouraged him to act that way toward Emma? She hadn't wanted to think it, but she also knew that Regina had been upset when she had taken Henry back to New York. Well if Regina wanted to be that way about it Emma was more than willing to fight back.

She was making coffee when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," she said to Regina and turning immediately to walk back to the kitchen. Regina shut the door, again feeling out of sorts by Emma's reaction. Emma could affect her in ways no one had before, but this was not what she was expecting. She walked toward the kitchen where Emma was pouring a cup of coffee.

"I understand you asked Henry to ask me if he could stay the night with you tonight."

"I did," she said hesitantly

"I don't think it's a good idea."

"Why not?"

"I just don't think it's a good idea, and as his mother it's my call to make."

Regina took a step back unsure what to make of this sudden hostility. "I don't see the harm in letting him spend the night at the hotel. I will get him to school in the morning."

"See, it doesn't matter if you don't see the harm in it. I am his mom so it's my decision to make."

"He's my son too."

"Don't think that I don't know what's going on here."

"Then maybe you can tell me Miss Swan because I must have missed something."

"Henry's life is here in New York with me. I am sorry if you don't understand that, but the fact remains I am his mom and he is staying with me. If you think you can turn him against me then you are mistaken. The only reason he is excited to see you is because he doesn't have to see you on a daily basis."

Regina took another step back. "Why would you say that? Did something happen last night after I dropped him off?"

"Like you don't know."

"I don't. Emma … if you think I've done something to cause you to act this way toward me, believe me I haven't."

"And why should I believe you? After all you have done in your life, all the manipulations, the backstabbing and all of it, why should I believe you?"

"Because …" she started to say but couldn't find her voice.

"Go ahead tell me some lie, tell me anything you want because in the end it won't matter. Tell me why I should believe anything that comes out of your mouth?"

"Because … because I love you."

The moment the words left her, Regina felt like her heart was going to explode into a million pieces. She took a couple of steps back until she hit the table. She reached behind her to steady her quivering legs.

"Mom?"

She turned and saw Henry and then turned to see Emma who was staring at her.
"I'm sorry," she said before running out of the apartment.