Two servings each later, Henry and Emma slouch in their chairs as Regina happily watches them, memorizing their faces as she has come accustomed to since they moved to Atlanta.

"Cider?" Henry asks excitedly.

"Surprise first," Regina responds and moves toward a table housing a small box.

Emma sips her beer. "Your handsome gentleman hiding in a closet or something?"

"I certainly hope not for his girlfriend's sake."

Emma and Henry share a confused look then shift their attention back to the box Regina is setting in front of Henry.

"You remember that car outside?"

Henry perks up. "Yeah." He makes quick work of the box as soon as Regina gives the go ahead. His breath catches and he stares at the keys in front of his face.

Emma jumps to her feet. "You got the kid a Benz?"

Regina kisses his head. "Surprise, my handsome gentleman."

"Holy shit!" he yells, clutching the keys to his chest.

"Henry!" Regina scolds.

"I mean… yay!" Henry springs out of his chair and yanks Regina into a huge hug.

"But you said I couldn't get him a car," Emma fusses.

Enjoying the lasting hug, Regina rubs Henry's back. "I refused to let you buy him some death trap. Besides, I do not want him driving around that awful city where you two moved."

Henry releases her with a furrowed brow. "It's just for Storybrooke?"

Regina pats his cheek. "Yes."

Emma throws up a hand. "You can't have a car that's only driven once a month."

"I assure you it will be well taken care of."

"But… a Benz?"

"I'm not sure why that is stumping you, dear."

Henry looks back and forth between his moms. "Yeah, I'm gonna go." He rushes for the door and calls a farewell over his shoulder. Regina and Emma both wince when the door slams shut.

Regina smiles at the door and turns back to Emma who is leaning on the table with a scowl on her face. "Problem, dear?"

"I'm his mom too, you know."

"I am well aware."

Emma sighs and plops back down in her chair, finishing her beer. "You could have at least asked me first."

Regina crosses her arms. "Are you saying I need your permission to buy my son a gift?"

"Our son, and when it's something huge, I'd like a vote."

Regina watches her for a moment then nods. "I apologize for not consulting with you first. Would you prefer I return the car?"

Emma releases a single loud laugh. "Yeah right. I'd prefer Henry continue speaking with me. But his curfew stands."

"Agreed." Regina gestures for Emma to follow her out of the dining room. "Time for your surprise."

"Gonna let me meet your new boyfriend?" Emma grumbles and follows behind her.

Regina spins around. "What gives you the impression that I have a boyfriend?"

"Don't you?"

"No. Not for quite some time."

Emma slips her hands into the back pockets of her skinny jeans. "But you want one?"

Regina watches Emma struggle to match her gaze. "Not particularly. Are you alright?"

Emma shrugs. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Regina tries to catch those green eyes again then simply turns and heads for the stairs. "Come upstairs, dear."

That gets Emma's attention. "What?"

"I have something to show you in the bedroom."

"What?" Her heart starts beating hard as her mind whirls and her eyes focus on Regina's ass just in front of her face on the steps. "What – uh- what exactly could you be showing me in the bedroom?"

They move past Regina's bedroom and Emma can't help the disappointment on her face. No matter how unlikely it would be for Regina to have anything for Emma behind that sacred door, a girl can dream.

Stopping at the guest bedroom Emma always sleeps in, Regina gestures for Emma to open the door.

"Um…" Emma responds upon entering a completely empty room. "Are you… kicking me out or something?"

"That would be a terrible surprise."

"Well? I don't get it."

Regina looks about ready to pat herself on the back while Emma's still waiting to get the boot. "I sold all of the furniture."

"Okay. Good for you."

"No, dear, good for you."

Emma throws her hands up. "Regina, can you just spill already? You're making me anxious."

Regina chuckles softly. "I want you to take the money and buy new furniture."

"Huh?"

"You can convince your father to paint it for you and buy some clothes to keep here."

"Huh?"

With a heavy sigh, Regina puts her hands on her hips. "Honestly, Emma, am I going to have to start referring to you as an idiot like your parents?"

Emma looks around the empty room again. "But why?"

Regina moves forward and places her hands on Emma's biceps. The tingling sensation under Regina's fingers forces Emma to grant her the attention she seeks. Regina smiles softly. "You left your apartment and town to be with our son hundreds of miles away. You come back here every month with nowhere to call your own. This is your home too, Emma, and I want you to make your room your own, just like Henry and I have our own."

"You're not going to like my taste. It's not quite so immaculate… or cold."

Regina narrows her eyes at that, but Emma's playful smirk eases her. "You and Henry are my little tasteless slobs. I'm used to it." She releases Emma's arms, and Emma barely hides her pout. Bending down, she retrieves an envelope leaning against the wall and passes it to Emma.

Emma opens the envelope to reveal thousands of dollars in cash. "Damn, Regina. Did you have drugs in the pillows?"

"That will more than cover the awful furniture you will purchase. You and Henry can go tomorrow."

"You aren't coming?"

Regina scoffs. "Trust me, you do not want my opinions on your choices."

"Wanna help me shop for clothes?"

Laughing, Regina shakes her head. "Do you really wish to know my thoughts on your lack of fashion sense?"

Emma crosses her arms. "You like how I look."

Regina runs her eyes over Emma's body. "Perhaps." She spins and leave a flustered Emma in the empty bedroom.

Finally trotting down the steps, Emma finds Regina removing the apple turnover from the oven.

"So…" Emma starts as she enters the kitchen. Regina doesn't bother to look up. "Henry and I are shopping tomorrow?"

"Yes, dear. I think that will be best. Henry won't be back from his joy ride anytime soon, I imagine."

Emma scratches the back of her head. "You sold the bed, and I'm not buying a new one until tomorrow."

"Is that a problem?"

"Only if I plan on sleeping tonight."

Regina's head snaps up.

"Regina."

Regina bites her lip.

"I can't believe you of all people didn't think that through."

"I'm sorry. I was so set on surprising you, the consequences did not fully register." Regina waves it off. "No worries. You'll sleep in the other guest room."

"No," Emma whines. "I hate that room. It's so creepy."

"It is not creepy."

"How would you know? You aren't the one that has to sleep with those shadows and the branches scratching the window."

Regina shrugs. "I have a lopper. Make yourself useful."

"Regina."

She slices into the turnover, making plates for Emma and herself. "Henry's bed is probably too small to share, but you can try."

Emma scrunches her face. "Ew, no. Do you have any idea how bad that kid smells right now?"

Chuckling lightly, Regina slides a plate to Emma who accepts it willingly. "Well you aren't sleeping with me."

Emma leans against the island on one elbow. "Why not?"

Regina's fork lingers halfway to her mouth. "I'm sorry?"

"I don't bite. Much." Emma winks.

Regina sets her fork back down on her plate and leans forward on the island, letting her shirt fall forward, exposing her cleavage. She laughs as Emma tries and fails not to glance, then straightens up. "Interesting," she says as she slowly takes a bite of the turnover and licks her fork clean.

"Funny," Emma grumbles, taking her plate to the living room. She plops on the couch and stabs at her food.

Regina settles into the opposite end of the couch. "I only meant to tease."

Emma rolls her eyes. "You're quite the jokester."

"Do you want to talk about something?"

"I cannot even begin to tell you how much I do not want to have this conversation. There's only so much mocking I can take per day."

"I thought you'd be used to that by now." Regina giggles at Emma's glare and puts up a hand in mock surrender. "Fine, then a drink and you can tell me about Atlanta over a game of chess."

"No chess."

"Then what do you suggest?"

Emma grins. "Strip poker."

"You know I'm terrible at poker."

"Exactly."

Regina shakes her head. "Henry may not be keen on that show, dear."

She shrugs. "He's seen us in our underwear."

"You're insufferable." Regina sets her plate on the table. "You get the chess board while I pour our drinks."

Emma's eyes follow Regina out of the room. "Don't even trust me with the cocktails?"

"Most certainly not, Emma." Regina glances back and shakes her head when she catches Emma looking at her ass. "You're as bad as Henry with looking at girls."

Emma blushes and jumps up to retrieve the chess game.