A/N: Alright, lovelies, I am so sorry I made you all wait for so long. BUT! I just want to say I loved my trip to Boston. It's a gorgeous city. Also, I made this one longer for you guys and I added super fluff (Should that be SQ's supername? I think so.). Anyways, you know the drill. Read, like (hopefully), leave a review with your thoughts/ comments, and if you think of anything in particular you'd like to see go down in this story (Besides Emma on Regina AND vice versa) PM me about it.

Love you!

~R

The tears welled up in her eyes as she looked down at her son, "Baby? What do you say about meeting Momma's new friend tonight?"

"Is he nice?" the boy asked.

"She is very nice, Sweetie." Regina corrected his use of pronouns so that she didn't confuse the little boy.

"Will she play dinos with me?" he asked seriously.

"If you ask nicely, I'm sure she would."

"Then what are you waitin fo' Momma?" He giggled with his mother when she finally understood his question.

"I have no idea, Baby. No idea."

Regina looked at her son. Am I doing this too quickly? Will he hate me if things happen between Emma and I? She sighed. Right now was not the time for negative thinking.

Instead, she picked up her cell phone, calling the blonde in question.

After a few rings, a breathless voice came through the speaker, "Good morning, beautiful."

The brunette flushed a bright red color, which had Henry looking up at her curiously. "Good morning, Emma." She listened as the blonde tried to catch her breath on the other end of the line, her own curiosity growing, "Emma, dear, are you alright?"

"Yeah." A gasp of air. "Why?"

"You just seem to be breathing pretty heavily, that's all," the brunette answered.

"Oh. That." Emma said, realizing what her professor was hinting at, "Well, I am-" Breath. "Out running. About to-" Another. "Beat my personal best."

That brought a chuckle out of Regina. "And why did you pick up the phone, then?" she asked through her giggles.

"Because there was a beautiful woman calling me and it wouldn't help in my 'wooing' process if I ignored her call," Emma reasoned, her breath starting to come in regular intervals as she ran back up the stairs to her house and sat down on Ruby's favorite porch swing.

Regina suddenly felt shy as she whispered, "Thank you for the flowers, Emma. They're beautiful."

"They're nothing compared to you," Emma replied.

"Speaking of your so called 'wooing process,'" Regina segued, clearing her throat, "I was wondering if you still wanted to do dinner tonight?"

Emma sighed, "I'd love to, Regina, but I told M&M and Ruby that I wouldn't need the house reserved tonight and that they could hang out if they wanted. I'm really sorry, but they're in a new relationship, and I don't want to impede on their coupley time and I just-"

"Emma, dear, you're rambling," the brunette paused and listened to the blonde mumble an apology. "And if you would have let me finish, I was going to ask you to have dinner at my house. I'm no culinary major, but I do have a few tricks of my own up my sleeve."

"That's good to hear," Emma flirted before turning her tone serious. "However, I will only agree if you let me cook dinner."

"Henry and I have lived years of my cooking, and I promise you Miss Swan, my recipes are delicious, degree or not." Regina argued.

"And I believe you, Professor, but I am the one who should be wooing you. Not the other way around. Got it?"

A silence stretched between them, causing Emma to wonder if she had pushed too far and upset Regina. Before she could worry too much, though, she heard a loud sigh and pictured the professor shaking her head in defeat.

"Fine. You may cook, Emma," she relented. "That also means that you provide the ingredients. Understood?"

"Loud and clear, Professor." Regina could almost feel the smirk the blonde was wearing, knowing how the title made the brunette feel.

Clearing her throat and -hopefully- her mind, Regina spoke again, "108 Mifflin Street, dear. I expect you here at whatever time that is needed for supper to be done by 8:00. Goodbye, Emma."

Emma chuckled, "I'll see you at 6:30, Reggie. This is Emma signing off!"

As the click of the phone sounded, Regina laughed. I'm dating a woman with the mental capacity of my son. I swear.

Henry looked up at his mother, "Who's Emma, Momma?"

"Emma is Momma's friend. You know, the one you wanted to meet?"

"Is she comin to play dinos now, Momma?" the young boy asked, bursting with joy.

He looked so happy, Regina had a hard time telling him the truth. "No, sweetheart. She's not coming now." She watched his smile fade. "She's coming tonight for dinner, though, and then I'm sure she wouldn't mind playing dinos."

"Yay!" Short brunette hair flopped as the boy jumped up and down excitedly. "Is it dinner yet?"

Regina smiled at the boy, who was clearly Daniel's son, "Baby, we just had breakfast. And what comes after breakfast on Saturdays?"

"'TOONS!"

"That's right, Henry. Go grab your blankey and get settled on the couch, okay? I'll be in to turn on the television in a minute," Regina promised as the boy skipped off towards the family room.

The older brunette grabbed her phone and smiled as she read a new text from Emma:

Any requests from you or Henry for supper?

~E

Regina peeked into the family room, seeing Henry waiting patiently at the couch. "Henry, my love?" she called, and watched him whip his head around, telling the woman she had his full attention. "What would you like for dinner?"

"'Tatoes!" the boy called back, smiling.

It appears my son would like potatoes. I am requesting something relatively healthy to accompany those.

~R.

Regina turned to the two plates. silverware, and skillet in the sink. Figuring she should wash them before the syrup dried, she turned on the faucet and filled the sink with warm water. Within minutes, Henry was by her side, holding a small towel so he could help dry.

Regina's phone started buzzing, but before she could reach for it, the boy picked it up. "I got it Momma. Your hands are all bubbly."

Figuring it was just her mother, Regina agreed to let him answer it. "Okay, Henry, but just this once and push this button to put it on speaker first."

"Hello again, beautiful," came the smooth voice of Emma Swan. Regina's eyes felt like they were about bulge out of her head.

"Atually," Henry stumbled over his first word, but continued, "Momma says I'm hansome. Not beautiful."

"I… uh… I'm… a… Who is this?"

The older brunette held in a laugh at the surprising turn of events that had the other woman flustered and sputtering for words.

"Henry Mills." Henry replied.

"Hey Henry… uh.. I'm Emma."

"Momma says you're gonna come and eat and play dinos tonight," Henry said excitedly. "I wanna play dinos really bad."

"Well, we'll just have to do that, won't we?" The blonde agreed with the little boy, "I really want to play dinos, too. It's been awhile, and Tony, my t-rex is kinda getting up there in age."

"My t-rex name is Danny," Henry said matter-of-factly. "It's like Daniel."

In that moment, Regina felt her heart constrict, wondering how Emma would respond. Normally kids would go for names that rhymed, or that started with the same letter, but Henry had named his Danny, as in Daniel, as in his deceased father. If Emma responded in the wrong way, Regina feared she would hurt the boy's feelings.

"Interesting name, Henry. I like it," Emma said, honestly, the reply instantly calming Regina. "Hey, Henry, is your mom around?" the blonde questioned.

"I'm right here, dear. Just finishing up the washing the skillet," she placed said skillet off to the side, on top of the drying rack, and dried her hands off so she could hold the telephone. "Say goodbye, baby," she quietly instructed Henry, who listened to her and followed her instructions right away.

Within a matter of seconds, Regina had her phone off of speaker and held to her ear. "I apologize, Emma. I thought I was my mother calling, so I let Henry answer."

"That's cool, Reggie. The kid sounds neat, and I wasn't even joking about playing dinos. I'd bring Tony, but he needs some patching up and repair before he's let out to play with the younger dinosaurs."

"Tony is real?" Regina inquired, earning a scoff from the other woman.

"Of course he is! You think I'd lie to your son?!"

"Of course not, dear. I'm just shocked."

"Well, let's move on to what I originally called for, yes?" Emma cut the topic short, figuring the brunette would start laughing at her for owning a young boy's toy. But what a beautiful laugh it would be.

"Yes, dear," Regina agreed. When the blonde failed to continue, she asked, "And what would that be?"

"Oh! Right!" the blonde smiled at her own distractions. "So I was just making sure of the text I got a few minutes ago. The boy wants potatoes, and you want to punish him?" She joked.

"Miss Swan, I don't recall saying anything about punishments," the other woman replied, appalled at the suggestion.

"Oh. I'm sorry," Emma laughed, clearly not sorry. "I thought you might have been punishing him when you suggested healthy food. Y'know. Maybe he broke your favorite vase or something, so you're punishing him with broccoli."

Regina rolled her eyes, trying not to laugh and possibly encourage the blonde on the other end of the line. "For your information, dear, Henry seems to enjoy broccoli. It's a favorite of his, actually."

"You know," Emma started, "I may just have to forego our dinner plans tonight."

The brunette felt her heart dropping at those words, even though she heard the apparent smile behind them. Leaving before she even gets here, huh?

She cleared her throat, trying to hide the shakiness in her voice, "Leaving before you even get here, huh?"

Emma could sense something was off. Worried that she just upset the woman, she tried to finish her joke and offer a bit of comic relief, "Yeah. Don't want you to brainwash me into thinking I like broccoli, like you've done the kid."

The small laugh that came through the speaker had Emma thanking whatever God there may be for not screwing it up with this incredible woman.

"So broccoli is a yes for later?" the blonde questioned quietly.

"It would be great. I'll set the steamer out for you."

"In that case," the blonde said, "I'll have to let you go so I can start planning the rest of the meal."

"Goodbye, Emma."

"Bye," the blonde responded, but instantly decided she didn't want to hang up if she wasn't sure Regina was alright. "Wait! Reggie!" she called into the speaker.

"Yes, dear?" came the tired voice.

"Are you smiling?" the blonde asked.

Regina shook her head in confusion at the random question, but started to smirk, knowing it was just like Emma to be random. "I am now. Why?"

"You would tell me if anything was wrong, right?" She continued to question.

She heard it. My voice gave away my insecurities, and she picked them up so easily.

"Nothing is wrong, dear," Regina reassured.

"And you're still smiling?"

"Yes, Emma," Another laugh came through. "I am still smiling only seconds after you asked me the first time."

Emma smiled herself, "Hey can you do me a favor?"

"What does it require?" The brunette asked curiously.

"Never stop smiling. It seems like an impossible feat, but it makes you even more beautiful when you do," Emma threw her thoughts out easier than ever before.

"Goodbye, Emma," again, the brunette held back a laugh, trying not to blush like a schoolgirl who just had her first kiss.

"Goodbye, gorgeous."

After she heard a click and the dial tone, Regina still stood with the phone to her ear, a girly smile plastered on her face.

She wasn't sure how long she stood there, but suddenly she felt little hands pulling on her pajama pants, and looked down to meet small, brown eyes.

"Momma! Toons!" The boy demanded.

"Yes, sweetheart. Let's go watch cartoons." She grabbed the child's hand and swung him up into her arms, carrying him to the couch and setting him down on top of his blanket. Sitting down at the other end of the couch and grabbing the remote, Regina waited for the boy to climb over the beige cushions and some snuggle with her. Within moments, he was there with his blanket and his stuffed t-rex, Danny, all snuggling into Momma's side as she flipped the television to "What's New Scooby Doo?"

Watching cartoons every Saturday was something Regina used to resent. Every Saturday, she would wake up to find her two favorite men sprawled out on the couch, watching Scooby Doo or whatever other cartoon happened to be on that day. One day, the brunette woman finally approached her husband about it.

"Honestly, Daniel. Cartoons, again?" She asked.

"Sweetheart, it's a good way to spend time with Henry. He just crawls into my lap and he seems pretty excited about Scooby, which is great y'know, cause that's my favorite, too."

"He's two Daniel. He's excited about everything," she argued.

"C'mon, Regina, it's just a little TV."

"Just a little TV when we could actually be out spending our time with our son."

Daniel wrapped his arms around his upset wife and pulled her close to him, "We're still spending time together. In fact, I think him sitting in our laps or snuggling up to us is better than tossing a ball around or running around in a park. It's relaxed and it's enjoyable, and even if it's lazy, it's still family time."

Regina sighed, "I just don't want Henry to grow up and be addicted to television."

"How about you join us the next couple of weeks," Daniel offered. "Then, if you still don't feel like it's quality family time in a month or so, we'll take Henry out every weekend to whatever park you choose. Will that work?"

"Fine."

But the brunette mother only got to spend one Saturday cuddling on the couch with her two favorite men because the next week she was planning a funeral. Even after only one Saturday, though. Regina knew cartoon day was going to become a tradition in the Mills' mansion, and she and her baby boy had never missed a Saturday since.

Emma came rushing into the kitchen, pulling out all the ingredients she could find and her favorite recipe book. She was flipping through the pages over and over again when she heard the front door open and close.

"Anybody home?" came the call of her best friend from the front door. "I bought groceries."

The brunette strolled into the room and Emma basically tackled her roommate.

"Oh thank God, Rubes!" she shouted in relief. "Please tell me you have chicken breasts in there."

"Yeah. They're in the bag with the olive oil," Ruby told her, eyeing her cautiously. She took in her friends sweaty and shaken state, wondering what the hell was going on. "Why do you need chicken breasts so badly, Em?"

"Long story."

"I have time. Spill." Ruby was not letting the blonde off easily.

"Do you remember how I asked Regina if she wanted to come over for dinner?" the blonde questioned, as she dug through cabinet after cabinet, pulling out ingredients and setting them on the table as quickly as she could.

"Yeah, but I thought she said no," Ruby stated, confused.

"She did," Emma nodded her head, her back still turned to the brunette in the room, "and then I told you and Mary that you could hang out here if you wanted and all, and so now you're planning on doing that, right?"

"Yup," Ruby grinned, "But we'll be hanging out up in my room, if you're catching my drift." The statement was sealed with a wink, which was typical of Ruby.

"First of all, you're such a dog," both women laughed at the true statement. "Secondly, she changed her mind."

"Who changed their mind? Mary Margaret or Regina?"

"Regina changed her mind and now I'm going to her house and feeding her and the kid, and he wants potatoes and she wants healthy, so I was thinking chicken parm with potatoes and steamed broccoli. And I have nothing to wear. And I need to cook at her house. And there's no way I'm going to-"

Ruby placed a hand on either side of her best friends shoulders, "You need to slow down and relax here, Em." She offered the advice sternly, leaving no room for arguments.

"I know, I just-"

"No, Emma. You need to calm down because Mary Margaret and I are going to help you with this crazy plan you have, okay?"

"Okay."

"But Momma, I don't wanna get dwessed!" the little boy whined. "Why can't I stay in my jammies all day?"

"Henry, dear, we talked about this, remember?" Regina questioned her son as she struggled to pull a green and white striped polo over the head of her squirming son. "Momma's friend is going to be here soon, and she wants to see you all handsome."

"But Momma!" he whined again. "You said she was nice."

"She is nice, sweetheart," the older brunette reassured.

"And you says that nice people will like me no matta what, right, Momma?" he questioned.

"That's a very good point, my love," Regina answered, noticing- not for the first time- that her son was wise beyond his years. "It's true, too, but you wore those clothes all last night, and you don't want them to smell funky. Emma might think you have cooties."

"I don't have no cooties, Momma," Henry argued, his face pulled into an expression that showed just how appauling his mother's statement was.

"I know that, sweetheart, but Emma doesn't, and she said green was her favorite color!" Regina finished excitedly, hoping the last part- whether true or untrue- would convince her son to change his clothing.

"Gween's my favorite, too!" He shouted pulling his own shirt the rest of the way down, and running to the mirror to fix it himself. "So Emma likes my slippers, too?!" He half questioned, half shouted, running out the door and down the hall to gather his dinosaur slippers that would never match the nice outfit he had on.

"Henry," Regina called, "Don't run sweetheart, you don't want to fall."

"But I gotsta get my slippers, Momma!" the boy ran back with the giant green slippers tight in his grasp. "Will you put 'em on me, Momma?"

"Yes, sweetheart," she bent down and kissed his forehead as he handed her the slippers. Chuckling, she slipped one on his right foot, "You know these don't match your outfit, right, my dear boy?"

"Yes huh! Gween," Henry pointed at his shirt, "and gween," he pointed at the slippers.

Regina laughed loudly as she slipped the other dinosaur on his left foot. Her smile continued to widen as her son laughed along with her, and before she knew it, the two of them were lying on the floor in a heap, laughing and smiling at the ceiling.

Regina looked at her son as her laughs dialled down, "I love you, baby boy."

"Love you, too, Momma," he replied, leaning over and giving his mother a kiss on the forehead.

RIIIIING!

The brunette boy's chocolate eyes popped wide as he slapped a hand on either side of his mother's face and whispered (very loudly), "She's here, Momma."

Regina looked just as stunned as her son, "I know, baby."

"What do we do?" he asked, eyes frozen in the same position as before.

Regina would've laughed, had she not been paralyzed with fear. Henry posed a great question, what should they do now? There was no backing out, that was for sure, but the brunette found herself slightly overwhelmed with panic, and wasn't sure if she could answer the door or-

RIIING! RIIIING!

The brunette sat up, helping Henry up along with her. After brushing the invisible dirt off of the back of her skinny jeans and blouse, she picked up the boy and headed to the front door. Every step took her closer, and every step she wanted to back out, but it was too late for that.

She reached the front door and twisted the handle, pulling it open.

"Wow," Emma gasped. Seeing Regina in comfortable, non-teacher clothes was a sight she'd never tire of.

"Wow yourself," the professor was delightfully surprised to find Emma in a pair of tight, painted-on skinnies and a long-sleeved blue and black striped shirt. She even had her hair curled neatly and someone had given her the smokey-eye effect.

"So...Um…." Emma fumbled with her words, hoping the brunette would understand and take over this part of the conversation. Thankfully, she did.

"Emma, this is my son Henry, and Henry," she looked over at the boy in her arms, "this is Momma's friend, Emma."

Emma reached out a hand to shake the boy's, "Hi, Henry." She smiled and hoped it looked more relaxed than the exploding volcano she could feel inside of her.

When the boy didn't say anything back, Regina bounced him a little and whispered in his ear, "Where are your manners tonight, baby?"

Looking at the blonde stranger, the boy mumbled, "Hi, I'm Henry," before he blushed and buried his face in his mother's hair. "You didn't say she was pretty, Momma," he whispered so only he and the brunette woman could hear.

Emma was a ball of nerves. The kid was obviously not taking a liking to her. He was hiding and not speaking, and Emma started to wonder if this was it. She knew if Henry didn't like her, Regina would break it off. The worst part about it? Emma wouldn't blame her one bit. The blonde would understand the reasoning behind the break-up, and would not blame Regina one bit for taking care of her son before herself. In fact, Emma would admire her professor for making that choice.

Looking up when she heard small mumbles, Emma caught a smile as it broke across Regina's face at her son''s comment. Of course the boy would think Emma was pretty. Who wouldn't? She was gorgeous.

"And for that I apologize, baby boy," Regina responded, catching Emma's eyes and holding her gaze for a second, while she tried to hold in the small giggles that threatened to rupture at her son's confession. "If it makes you feel better, Henry, I think she's pretty, too," the brunette stage-whispered, making sure the blonde heard her, while tricking the young brunette in her arms into thinking he was the only one.

A smile broke out on the blonde's face, and, trying to hide it from the little boy, she turned towards the front door, "I'm just going to grab the ingredients from the bug super quick. I'll be back in a minute."

"Emma?" A voice stopped her.

"Yeah?" blonde hair flipped through the air as she turned around to face the speaker.

"The kitchen is down the hall and through the dining room if you get back before I get Henry settled in. I'll come join you as soon as he's done?" the statement was more of a question, as if the brunette was unsure of where Emma wanted her to be. To be honest, Emma wanted her by her side every minute, but she wasn't about to say that.

"Sounds great, Reggie," the blonde winked and skipped back out the door, as the boy hidden in Regina's hair pulled away and looked in his mother's eyes.

"I like her, Momma. She's nice."

"I like her too, sweetheart," the woman agreed. "Now let's go get some of your dinosaurs out so you can play while Momma and Emma make dinner together, alright?"

"DINOS?!" the boy questioned enthusiastically. "Will Emma play, too?"

"Maybe after dinner, my love," she offered, hoping that would appease the child.

"Okay," and with that, Regina set Henry down and walked behind him as he scampered away to his toys.

Outside, Emma was rummaging through her back seat while talking into her cellphone.

"Hey, Rubes!" Emma greeted enthusiastically.

"Emma?" the other woman questioned. "I thought you were on a date."

"Well, I am," the blonde explained. "It's just-"

"Hold on a second, Ems, Mary wants me to put you on speaker."

Emma listened to the beep of buttons through the cell phone speakers for a minute, before another voice joined the conversation, "Emma? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong M&M," she reassured, a smile breaking across her features. Being a kid in the system, it was rare that anyone really took care of and looked after Emma past the bare minimum. Now she had her long-time best friend, a new best friend, and a gorgeous girlfriend with an adorable son. It was really shocking how life could change.

"Well why are you calling, then, when you should be fawning all over the woman of your dreams?"

"I can't fawn over her in front of her son, for one," Emma explained. "And for two, I can't seem to find the parmesan. What bag did you put it in, Rubes?"

A loud explosion of the small brunette's laughter and a muttered "Shiiiiiiit" from Ruby signified approximately where Emma would find the parmesan.

"Ems…" Emma's long-time friend drug out the girl's name, hoping she wouldn't get too upset with her.

"Ruby Lucas, please say you're about to tell me it's in my car, but it rolled under the seat and that's why I can't find it," Emma almost begged for that to be the answer to her problems.

"I would tell you that, but.."

"Seriously, Rubes?! I tell you I'm making her chicken parm and you conveniently forget the PARMESAN? It's in the title!" Emma tried not to yell, noting that she was in the classy, high-end part of town. Regina's mansion was enough to clue her in on that.

"Well, I had it packed up for you, then I got hungry and made pizza, and…. I… y'know," Ruby explained guiltily as Mary Margaret laughed even louder in the background. "Shut it, Mare," Ruby grumbled, "This is so not funny."

"You're right, it's not." Emma agreed.

"Look, Ems. I'm really sorry, I am."

"I know, I know," Emma paused, trying to think of what she would do now that she didn't have the cheese. "I guess I'll ask Reggie if she has any."

"Reggie?" the brunette on the other end of the line joined her girlfriend in a fit of giggles.

"Not now, Ruby. I'm still kind of pissed at you," the blonde warned.

"I know, and I'm sorry. If I could fix it I would." For a minute silence fell between them. Then, with trepidation Ruby asked, "Emma?"

"Yeah, Rubes?"

"I love you, sis. Now go woo your woman."

"I love you, too, Rubes." Emma pushed out through her annoyance, "Bye."

The blonde hung up the phone and turned back around towards the house, finding a stunning brunette leaning against the frame of the open doorway.

"I was beginning to think you'd changed your mind, dear."

"And miss spending time with you?" Emma questioned, bounding up to the woman and wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling the brunette's body toward her own. "I would never." She leaned around the brunette and peered into the house.

"What seems to have caught your eye, Miss Swan?" Regina asked, pulling out of Emma's grasp and looking at her curiously.

"Besides you?" Regina blushed at the comment and tried to hide her elated smile. "Absolutely nothing," Emma continued. "I was just wondering where the kid was."

"The kid is in his playroom, playing with his dinosaur collection; which, by the way, he wants to know if you'll play dinos with him after dinner."

Emma absentmindedly wondered if she'd ever stop smiling when around this perfect family, "Of course I would! But…" Emma smirked at the woman she wrapped tighter into her arms, "As long as he's preoccupied I think I can do this."

Emma dipped her head down and caught Regina's lips, wrapping her fingers around the brunette's torso. The brunette wove her fingers into the blonde hair and pressed her lips even closer.

"I've really wanted to do that since you opened that door," Emma whispered in her professor's ear.

Regina laughed loudly, her head falling back, "Well it's about time, Emma. I was worried you never would."