Emma sits on the couch reflecting on the aquarium with a smile on her face. It was a dream come true. She stayed hand-in-hand or arm-in-arm with Regina the entire time. They all laughed, learned, and explored together. Now Emma is waiting anxiously to take Regina out for another date, and hopefully it ends better than the last one.

Regina steps out of the bedroom in a snug black dress that immediately has all of Emma's attention. She cocks her hip and smirks as Emma slowly drags her eyes over her body. "Enjoying the show, Miss Swan?"

"Oh, very much so."

"I see you went out of your way to dress up for me."

Emma looks down at herself still dressed in jeans but with a sweater over her tank top. She sucks her teeth. "Yeah… sorry. Want me to change?"

Regina shakes her head. "No need, dear. I find your lack of style oddly endearing."

"Gee, thanks," Emma responds as she gets up from the couch. "Hungry?"

"I am as long as we're not going back to some terrible restaurant where your arteries are doomed upon entry."

Emma laughs and opens Henry's door. "See you later, kid. Sure you don't want to come?"

Henry glares at her. "I already said no. Would you please just go?"

Regina steps around the door and peers in. "Everything okay, sweetie?"

"Yes, now go. Date. Enjoy. Leave me be."

Regina crosses her arms. "What are you not telling us, Henry?"

"Nothing."

"You take after your birth mother here with your inability to lie. What's going on?"

Emma puts her hands on her hips. "Spill, kid."

Henry groans and lays his head back, staring at the ceiling. "I have a… friend coming over."

Regina and Emma look at each other with wide eyes. Regina steps forward. "Henry Daniel Mills you are only 19 years old, what makes you think you should be alone with a girl in an apartment?"

Henry stares at her with his mouth open. "Um, how about the fact that I am 19 years old? I'm not a child anymore. Get over it."

"Whoa, kid," Emma steps into the room too. "Watch your attitude. We are allowed to be concerned right now. In fact, we are supposed to be concerned."

"I promise nothing's going to happen. Please, please, just go before she gets here." Henry puts his hands together as he pleads with them.

"No," they say in unison.

"Looks like we're having a date in tonight," Emma says firmly to Regina.

Regina nods. "I'll make dinner. Do you have real food in this apartment?"

Emma rolls her eyes. "Yes, your majesty, I do feed him from time to time."

Henry stands up. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Henry," Regina steps closer to him. "Why do you so badly want us gone?"

"You two need your privacy and a night out. This is for my operation."

Emma scoffs. "Uh which operation are we talking about here, kid? Your mom and I will be just fine. You, however, have some explaining to do."

Henry pulls out his phone to send a text message. "There. It's done. She's not coming over." He drops his phone on his bed and sits in his chair, turning his back to them.

Emma turns him back around in his rolling chair. "What's the deal with this girl? You've never even told me her name."

"You never asked," he barks back.

"Amelia," Regina offers.

"Why do you know?" Emma turns to her.

"She asked," Henry barks again.

"Alright, alright, Henry," Emma tries to calm him down. "This is escalating way too much. If you want Amelia to come over, invite her for dinner and then you are more than welcome to do something here, with us in another room, or take her on a date. That's it though. We aren't leaving for you to have a girl here alone."

"Thanks." He turns back around. "But no thanks."

Regina puts her hand on his shoulder. "Henry, talk to us."

"I'm good. Can you guys just go please?"

"I told you we're not leaving, Henry," Emma states firmly.

"Please leave my room." Henry practically growls, his temper setting in quickly.

Regina squeezes his shoulder then walks out, dragging Emma behind her. They shut his door and aren't surprised to hear the lock engage.

"What the hell was that?" Emma asks staring at the door.

Regina ushers her into the kitchen. "He's not a boy anymore, Emma. We are going to have to accept that soon."

"Oh, so you want to let that girl come over?"

"You know the answer to that, Emma."

"What are you trying to say then?" Emma asks stepping close to Regina.

Regina leans a hand on the counter and stares at Emma. "I'm saying our son is 19 years old, and we cannot shelter him forever no matter how much we want to."

"What's your point?"

Regina sighs. "I'm not speaking Latin, Emma." She turns to the pantry and pulls down a pack of spaghetti. "Why have you never asked about Amelia?"

"I have," Emma defends weakly.

Regina purses her lips. "You didn't even know the girl's name. He's been dating her since October."

"Actually he's been breaking up with her once a month since October."

"What?"

Emma shrugs. "Yep, he's been quite the player."

Regina turns to her and crosses her arms. "And you just let him do this?"

Emma throws up her hands. "Just a minute ago I didn't even know her name."

"Not helping your case, Emma. This just shows that you're not paying enough attention to him." Regina grabs a pot to fill it up with water. "Why are you even here with him if you're not going to take an interest in his life?"

"Excuse me?"

Regina moves through the kitchen without looking at Emma. "I just don't understand how you can spend every day with our son and not know about his personal life. Henry is not known for being secretive or even discreet. How many times has he had that girl over?"

"He hasn't," Emma states firmly.

"That you know of?" Regina faces Emma with her hands on her hips. "How would you know? You don't ask him. Are you home every single night that he is?"

"Most," Emma shrugs. "I don't have a very active social life, Regina. He would ask me first."

"Are you sure about that? He didn't ask tonight. We only got it out of him by stressing him out."

Emma throws up her hands. "Well I don't know, okay?"

"No, Emma, it's not okay. I thought I could trust you." She shakes her head and returns to the pantry looking for sauce.

Emma pushes in front of Regina to catch her attention. "You can trust me. I'm trying to do what's best for Henry."

"Just like you did when you put him up for adoption?"

Emma steps back from Regina. "Yes, that was best for him. He wouldn't have you if it wasn't for me."

"And he wouldn't have you if it wasn't for me."

"Well then he's just a lucky boy." Emma moves out of the kitchen and sits on a stool. "I'm not fighting with you."

"Too late," Regina says as she pulls down the pasta sauce.

"Yes, well, I don't want to fight with you anymore."

"Then I suggest you find a way to make me trust you again."

Emma drops her head on the counter. "Why? Why can we not make it through a single fucking day? You're impossible."

Regina spins around. "So this is suddenly my fault?"

"Sure, why not? I'll blame you. You'll blame me. Henry'll blame the world for his angsty teenage obnoxious moments. It'll be a blame-fest."

Regina rolls her eyes and starts cooking again. "I just ask that you start taking a greater interest in our son, please. I want to trust that he is safe and well taken care of here."

"He is!" Emma shouts at Regina's back. "God, one damn thing and shit hits the fan. Give me a break already."

"I think I've given you plenty."

Emma rolls her eyes and moves to the fridge to grab a beer.

"Really?" Regina says, eyeballing the beer in her hand.

With a loud groan, Emma slams the beer in a trash can and storms off to her bedroom.