Emma was still sleepy when she woke the next morning. It had taken her a while to fall asleep – her head full of thoughts. She checked her phone, and found it was already past 10:30 a.m. She figured Regina was already up; the woman had always struck her as an early riser kind of her person.

She left the room and made her way downstairs, finding Regina and Henry in the main room sitting and talking.

"Morning," she said leaning against the door frame.

"It is still morning," Regina said. "You just made it."

"I had some time to spare."

"There is coffee in the kitchen," Regina offered.

"Thanks," Emma said, heading that way.

She found the cups easy enough, as they were conveniently just above where the coffee maker was which she was guessing was no accident on Regina's part. She leaved against the counter and sipped the coffee considering how different she and Regina were. But she also wondered how much of the life she thought she had lived with Henry was influenced by Regina's life. Regina had given her those memories and looking back there were things – like how organized her kitchen was back in New York that was so similar to what Regina was like.

Even though her place in New York was real, unlike her memories, it was influenced by a life she had thought she had lived. Hell, even the fixtures on their sinks were similar.

She was drinking the coffee still when Regina walked in.

"Are you ready to talk?"

"As ready as I am ever going to be," Emma responded.

"Henry is upstairs in his room playing a video game," she said. "He said he'd give us some time to talk, but he expects lunch."

"I swear that boy has increased his eating ten-fold," Emma said.

"Yes well he mentioned something about going to Granny's for lunch or dinner," she said. "I imagine he will also want to see his grandparents."

Emma merely nodded. Regina led the way and they ended up in the same room from when Emma first met Regina. Somehow she found it fitting, especially when they took the exact same seats.

"I figured we could come up with some sort of standard custody agreement," Regina began. "There has to be common ground we can start from. You want to be part of his life; I want to be part of his life. I'm sorry again about last night and having you arrested. I just needed you to understand that I am serious. I am not going to be pushed out of his life. I am not going to push you out of his life either."

"Why are we talking about Henry?" Emma said.

"Because that is the only topic you and I need to talk about."

"You said you loved me."

"As the custodial parent, I am going to want Henry to be here during the school year," Regina said. "You can of course contest this, but I was hoping we could avoid attorneys. If you don't think that is possible then we can get them involved."

"Regina," Emma said. "We need to talk about this, about us."

Regina looked away for a moment. "This is … we can't. There is no us. We can either talk about the matter at hand, or we can involve the attorneys. It is your choice."

"My choice is for us to talk about what you said back in New York. Were you telling the truth when you said you loved me?"

"What does it matter?"

"It matters because part of the reason I left was because I had fallen in love with you and I thought there was zero chance of you and I ever happening. I left because I thought there was no way that you would ever feel anything for me. When you came to New York, I … I felt like you didn't care, you were just there for Henry and then I … I lashed out at you and I know the things I said were unforgivable and I have no excuse for my words, but I lost you and I didn't want to lose Henry and you made an easy target for me to lash out at. I'm sorry. Love makes me do crazy things I guess."

"You're in love with me?"

Emma smiled, "Yeah. Now can we talk?"

"Yes," Regina smiled.