Emma stirs at a knock on her door. Grabbing a pillow, she covers her head to drown out the sound. When she hears the door open, however, she releases a groan. "What?" she mumbles to the intruder.

"Ma," Henry says gently.

"No." She pulls the pillow down tighter.

"Let's go eat breakfast."

Eyes still shut, Emma throws the pillow to the side and rolls over on her back. "I can't face your mother."

"And why is that, dear?" Regina asks from the hallway.

Emma's eye shoot open, and she sits up straight, suddenly sober. "Regina. I- I didn't expect you to want to see me."

Henry glares at Emma. "Why? What did you do to her?"

"Whoa, easy," Emma puts up her hands defensively. "I wasn't nice, but I didn't hurt her or anything."

Henry looks back at Regina waiting for confirmation. When she nods, he eases, but only slightly.

"Had a little too much to drink, I guess," Emma confesses.

"Then maybe you should lay off for a bit, Ma. Today's our last day. Get out of bed and brush your teeth so we can get breakfast as a family." He storms down the hallway.

Emma drops her head in her hands with a groan. "I'm sorry."

Regina leans in the doorway. "The least you can do is look at me if you want to apologize."

Sitting up straight, Emma stares into Regina's chocolate eyes. "I'm sorry. Really. I shouldn't have drank so much, and that's not even an excuse because I should have controlled myself. I just… I don't know. This is kinda hard."

Regina slides into the room and goes to sit in the chair but grimaces and moves to the end of the bed. "What is so hard?"

Emma rolls her eyes and shimmies to the headboard to rest with the pillow in her lap. "Haven't you figured it out yet?"

"Emma, I am getting extremely tired of your run around. You have not given me a straight answer all weekend, yet you've been acting tormented about us. Can you please, for once, be honest and open?"

Emma drops her head back against the headboard and takes a deep breath. She captures Regina's gaze again and starts, "Look, I-"

"Starving young adult! Let's go!" Henry yells from downstairs.

"Henry Daniel Swan-Mills!" Emma shouts back. "I am going to ground you inevitably!"

"As long as there's food, that's fine. I'm driving. Come on."

Regina sighs and pats Emma's knee. "We can talk more later."

"It always feel like later," Emma complains.

Regina stands and straightens her clothes. "If you just start being more forthcoming, we won't have to worry about waiting for his interruption."

"Keep your logic to yourself."

With a small smile, Regina leaves Emma to get dressed.

Breakfast went smoothly. Henry got over his anger towards Emma's mishaps from the night before though he was refused any details. Unfortunately for Emma, Regina did not play footsie with her and mostly kept her hands to herself. They talked about everything aside from the upcoming departure and made the decision to visit the Charmings one last time after breakfast.

Mary Margaret and David purchased a nice three bedroom house just before Henry and Emma left for college. Although difficult, Emma managed to hide her jealousy of Neal being raised in an actual house with his actual parents. In her mind that kid didn't know how good he had it.

At the Charming doorstep, Emma knocks on the door and waits. She sees Neal's head poke out of the window and hears his squeal followed by thundering footsteps. Amazing how loud that kid could be.

"Regina!" he yells as he swings the door open wide and leaps past his sister into Regina's open arms.

"Hello, young prince," she says, kissing the top of his head.

"Wow, nice to see you too, little man." Emma sasses before stepping in the house. "Mom, Dad, it's us."

"In the kitchen," Mary Margaret calls.

Emma and Henry lead the way into the kitchen while Regina walks hand-in-hand with Neal straight to the play room. Emma glances back and rolls her eyes at his grin.

Henry bumps her arm. "Boy's got better game than you do."

"Oh, shut up," Emma says, shoving him playfully.

Mary Margaret smiles when she sees them round the corner. "Emma, I'm so glad to see you here. We were worried you wouldn't come say goodbye."

"What am I, the bad seed?" Emma complains though she takes her mother's hug willingly.

David enters the kitchen and kisses the top of her forehead before ruffling Henry's hair. "You know you'll always be our favorite daughter."

"Only cause Neal's a boy."

They simply chuckle at her petulance and gesture for them to take a seat. "Cocoa with cinnamon for the Swans?" Mary Margaret offers. They both nod eagerly.

Emma looks over her shoulder at the playroom. Regina notices her and smiles while bouncing small figurines back and forth in her hands. Every time she receives one of those smiles, Emma can feel her entire body warm and relax. She returns the smile and just continues watching, even as Neal regains Regina's attention.

"Cocoa, Em," Mary Margaret says as she slides the cup in front of Emma. She follows Emma's gaze to Regina and furrows her brow, glancing up at David who just shrugs. When she glances at Henry, he quickly directs his attention to the cup in his hands. "Emma?"

Emma snaps her head around. "Yeah?"

"What's going on?"

"What do you mean?" She takes a big sip of her cocoa and moans happily.

Mary Margaret sidles up next to David who puts an arm around her. "Is there something going on with you and Regina?"

Her eyes bulge. "What? No. Why?"

"Emma, sweetie, you can be honest with us."

Emma narrows her eyes and turns to Henry. He shakes his head quickly and leans away from her. She looks back at her parents. "Mom, there is nothing going on. And if there was, I'm not entirely sure it would be any of your business."

"You're our daughter. Why would that not be our business? Are we not allowed to be privy to your relationships?"

"There's no relationship!" Emma responds far too forcefully.

Regina moves into the kitchen quickly with Neal at her side. "Is everything alright?"

All eyes move to Emma who just hunkers down with her cocoa near her face. "It's fine." No one takes their eyes off of her. "I said it's fine. I'm fine." She sits up and puts her cocoa down. "I need to go for a walk. I'm sorry. I'll see you guys next month." She gathers herself and hugs her parents and Neal before leaving the house.

Regina watches her go from the front door. When she turns back, Mary Margaret is watching her.

"What's going on with her?" Mary Margaret asks.

Regina shakes her head. "I'm not completely certain. She has not been very open this weekend, but there is certainly something occupying her mind."

"What did you do to her?"

Regina glares at her. "Excuse me? What makes you think any of this is my fault?"

"Isn't it?"

"Absolutely not. Your daughter is more than capable of managing her own feelings. If she falters at that, I am not to blame. Perhaps you can blame that on her lack of parental figures while growing up." Regina turns on her heel and marches out of the house.

Henry jogs to the front door and throws up his hands. "I guess I'll just take care of myself then."

Mary Margaret squeezes him into a side hug. "Stay for a bit longer then you can meet them at home to get packed."

**

Regina breathes a sigh of relief when she finally finds Emma down by the water sitting on a bench. She slides in next to her.

"You didn't have to follow me," Emma grumbles with a bit of angst in her voice.

"It wasn't intentional. That idiot mother of yours accused me of causing your problems."

Emma glances at Regina's scowl and chuckles lightly. "You've always been the best scapegoat."

"Yes, well, I would have thought we could have moved past that sometime during the last decade."

"Old habits die hard."

Regina merely hums her response and stares out at the water. "I imagine Henry will not be interrupting us here."

Emma nods her head. She glances to see that Regina is waiting for her to start. Glancing back down at her hands, she starts, "You mean a lot to me."

"As do you to me," Regina assures her.

Emma laughs derisively to herself. "I don't think we feel the same way, Regina."

"How do you know?"

"Because it's just a stupid infatuation, and I'll get over it."

"It doesn't have to be just that."

"Well, it is," Emma snaps.

Regina leans away from Emma and clears her throat. "Fine. Then I suggest you get over it. I'm glad you finally decided to be open and honest with me." Regina shakes her head and stands. She glances down at Emma and waits, but Emma doesn't move so Regina just huffs and walks off.

"That's just swell," Emma hisses to herself and smacks the bench with an open palm.