Regina sits in a chair, arms and legs crossed, next to Mary Margaret and watches David stand between Emma and Henry, demonstrating how to handle the fishing rod. She has a book open but disregarded on her lap. "I really do detest the water."
Mary Margaret lowers her own book and studies Regina. "Can one of you please be honest with me and tell me what's happening?"
Regina looks over at her for a moment then back to the group in front of her. She sighs. "Something happened to Emma back in Atlanta, and she needed to get away, come home for a bit."
"Can you tell me what happened?" Mary Margaret asks, concern rising in her voice.
Regina shakes her head. "No. Emma can, but it's not my place." She looks over at her again. "But not today. You can ask her any time you want aside from today, understood?"
Mary Margaret watches Emma. "Saying I understand would be a lie, but if you think it's so important that I leave it be, then I will." She looks back at Regina. "But only for today."
Regina nods. "I hardly expect you to give her much time. Don't come back to me if she refuses to tell you, however."
Shifting and releasing an irritated huff, Mary Margaret buries her nose in her book.
Regina just rolls her eyes and lifts her own book to read.
Casting her first line, Emma smiles and settles down in her chair. She watches Henry do the same. David puts a hand on both of their shoulders. She looks up at him. "Thank you."
He smiles down at her. "Emma, I cannot begin to explain how happy this makes me. It makes me feel like I can regain some of your youth back."
Emma tugs at her pole. "A little late for that, Dad."
He pats her arm. "I know. Believe me, I know." He looks over his shoulder at the two frowning faces buried in books behind him. "Wow, they're having a blast."
Emma and Henry glance back and laugh. "They'll learn to get along," Henry says hopefully.
"No they won't," David and Emma say together.
David puts his hand over Emma's. "Don't tug so much."
"I just want to make sure the fishies know my little worms waitin' on them."
He chuckles. "Don't worry. The current's moving the worm. You pull too much, the fish will be deterred."
Emma sighs. "This is gonna take a while, isn't it?"
David prepares his own rod. "Sit back and relax, Emma."
About an hour later, Henry reels in his second fish. Emma, still with no catches glares at him. She pulls in her line. "That's it," she says getting up. "We're switching seats. Move it, kid."
"I don't think it has to do with the seats, Emma," David says, watching her stomp around the boat and shoving Henry out of his seat.
She plops down and looks over at him. "Saying I'm bad at fishing?"
David puts up a hand. "No, just that maybe he has better luck."
"We'll see about that," Emma grumbles, casting her line.
Regina sets her book back down and smiles at Emma's antics. "I'll be right back," she says to Mary Margaret, setting her book on the seat and moving towards the back of the boat.
Henry smiles at her and points at a cooler with two large fish. "Look," he says proudly.
"Well done. Looks like you're a natural." She winks at him when Emma huffs. Bending down in Emma's ear, she whispers, "Maybe you just need some encouragement." She turns Emma's head and kisses her on the lips.
Emma stares at her. "Did you just kiss me in front of my parents?"
David leans away from them, equally as shocked. "Did you just kiss my daughter?"
Mary Margaret rushes forward and puts a hand on David's shoulder. She glares at Regina. "What's going on?"
"Get used to it," Regina says, turning and going back to her seat with a smirk.
Emma's parents direct their attention back to Emma. "Care to explain?" Mary Margaret presses her.
Henry snickers behind them when Emma fails to form any words. "Oh, hush," Emma hisses at him, causing him to laugh more.
"Emma," Mary Margaret says, regaining her attention. They stare at her expectantly.
Emma scratches the back of her neck. "Um, Regina and I may be, possibly, exploring some options… between us… for a relationship."
"I knew something was going on," Mary Margaret shakes her head. "You couldn't have at least given us some warning?"
Emma rolls her eyes. "Mom, you've known Regina most of your life. Give me a break."
David glances between them. "That's kind of the problem, Emma. She's known her through a lot more than you have."
"Yeah, and she changed. A long time ago, I might add. Get over your grudges already."
Mary Margaret closes her eyes and squeezes David's shoulder. She looks back at Emma. "Are you sure this is what you want?"
Emma glances over her shoulder at Regina who is pretending to read but still housing a smirk. "Yes, I am." She looks back at her parents. "More than anything."
David squeezes her arm. "Then we support you."
"We do?" Mary Margaret asks weakly.
David sighs. "Yes, we do."
Mary Margaret takes a deep breath. "I'm not happy about this."
"I didn't expect you to be, Mom. Ever consider there's a reason we haven't talked about this?" Emma redirects her attention to the water.
"Fine," Mary Margaret responds, walking back to her chair. She scoots the chair a few feet away from Regina before sitting down.
Regina just laughs quietly and shakes her head.
David puts his hand on Emma's arm again. "You know she loves you, right?"
"Which one?" Emma says, teasing her dad.
He clears his throat. "Your mother."
Emma smiles and nods. "I know. She'll get over it eventually."
David teeters his head from side-to-side. "We'll see." They smile at each other and then refocus on the water.
Soon, Emma's line starts jumping around, and she scoots to the edge of her seat. "Oh crap, what do I do?"
David puts his hands over hers and shows her how to hook and reel in the fish. As soon as it is up out of the water, she holds it up triumphantly and spins around to Regina with a huge smile plastered on her face.
Regina winks at her and goes back to her book. She laughs at the loud sigh coming from Mary Margaret at her side.