After lunch, Henry pulls Grace from the kitchen. "Would you like to go somewhere with me? Maybe skating?"

Grace smiles. "I'd love to."

Henry rubs his hands on his legs. "Just know that there's something important I need to talk to you about."

She nods slowly. "Okay. Maybe we should skate for a bit first though."

Henry smiles and nods. He takes her hand and doesn't bother saying goodbye as they leave the house.

The adults look toward the entryway when they hear the door shut. "Okay," Emma says. "Guess they're done with us."

Against her better judgment, Regina looks to Mary Margaret. "Would you like help with the dishes?"

Mary Margaret shakes her head. "I can handle my own home, thank you."

Regina rolls her eyes. "Then we will leave you in peace."

Mary Margaret huffs and takes the dishes to the kitchen.

David sighs and gets up. He leans down and hugs Emma. "I had fun today. Thanks for giving it a shot."

Emma smiles at him. "I had fun too." She gets up. "We're gonna just walk home. Maybe we'll see you tomorrow."

He smiles and steps past her, joining his wife in the kitchen.

Emma walks out of the house staring at her hands. "I still can't believe I did that."

Regina laughs at her. "Does this mean you won't be doing it again?"

She shakes her head. "The only good part was eating them, but heck, I can go to the store for that."

"I hope you enjoyed the day nonetheless."

Emma steps in front of Regina and smiles. "Yes, I did. Thank you." She leans to kiss Regina but stops when she sees Mary Margaret in the doorway with her arms crossed. "Gonna tell me what this is all about?"

Regina looks over her shoulder then back at Emma and rolls her eyes. "You're mother just short of threatened my life with you."

"What?"

Regina moves down the sidewalk and Emma follows. "She warned me that if I hurt you, she will essentially stop at nothing to avenge you."

Emma smiles. "Well, that's good to know. I mean, it's not like she could actually do anything to you, but I appreciate the sentiment."

Regina nods. "I suppose she means well for you."

Emma nudges her. "She'll come around eventually."

Regina raises her eyebrow, seeing no need to respond. She turns back, worried, when she realizes Emma has suddenly stopped. "What is it?"

Emma shakes her head. "Never mind. It's stupid." She starts walking again, but Regina stops her. She groans. "I just… Don't make fun of me, okay?"

"Okay, I won't," Regina promises, putting her hands on Emma's biceps.

"We all know that Neal was just a replacement for me, and it actually really pisses me off when you give him a lot of attention and in turn blow me off."

"Emma, he's just a child."

"Yeah, just a child that is living the life I should have had. I don't need him getting you too." She brushes off Regina's hands and moves past her. "Just don't worry about it."

Regina grabs her arm and stops. "No, Emma, I am going to worry about it. I'm sorry how it made you feel. That was never my intention. I'll try to be more cognizant of your feelings. I understand that's a hard situation for you."

"I don't think you really do understand."

"Well, I'm trying, Emma." She squeezes Emma's hand. "Please don't pull away from me."

Emma slowly nods her head and clutches onto Regina's hand to continue down the sidewalk.

Regina nudges Emma out of her thoughts. "What do you think about Henry and Grace?"

"I think that kid takes after us. He's got some explaining to do with both girls."

Regina nods. "Hopefully he at least has fewer arguments than we do."

Emma smiles at her. "We can only hope." They walk in silence for a few minutes before Emma's nerves get the better of her. "Can we talk?"

Regina studies her face. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Whatever the hell is going on between us."

Regina stops them and pulls Emma into a light kiss. "Do you really think that's a good idea right now?"

"Yeah, why not?"

"Emma," Regina rests her hands on Emma's stomach. "You haven't even dealt with your boss yet and you want to try dealing with us?"

Emma shakes her head. "There's nothing to deal with with my boss."

"Yes, there is. You have to talk to your employer about this. When you go back, you will still have your job like normal minus one terrible woman."

Emma shakes her head even harder. "I'm not dealing with this." She tries to step past Regina, but Regina stops her again.

"Emma, how many women do you work with?"

"I don't know. Why?"

"Do you honestly think you are the first or last woman she has come onto like this? She assaulted you, Emma."

"That's a bit of an exaggeration," Emma deflects.

"No, it's an understatement." Regina puts a hand on Emma's cheek. "You have to deal with this, and not just for your sake. I will help you in every possible way and will be at your side the entire time."

Emma steps back from her. "You know, today was a good day. Do we really have to ruin it now?"

"I'm not trying to ruin anything, my love."

Emma rolls her eyes. "Can we just let it go?"

Regina steps forward and runs her hands down Emma's arms. "I don't think it's that simple."

Emma groans. "I hate all of this. Every fucking bit of this is driving me crazy. Henry's driving me crazy with his attitude. My mom's driving me crazy with her grudge towards you. And you're driving me crazy by just fucking being you."

Regina drops her hands and furrows her brow. "What exactly is it about me that drives you crazy?"

Emma huffs, irritated at her own inability to shut up, and takes Regina's arm to start walking. "Nothing. Let's just go."

Regina yanks her arm free. "No. Explain what you mean."

"Or what?" Emma asks, matching her glare.

"What is going on? This isn't some challenge. What changed in the last ten minutes from complaining about fish guts to me being the source of your distress?"

"And the good day goes down the shitter," Emma responds dramatically.

"Talk to me," Regina demands.

Emma puts out her hands. "Maybe I don't want to."

"I don't care. Talk to me. What is so bad about me that I drive you crazy?"

"You're just too beautiful," Emma coos.

Regina takes a step forward and glares at her. "Don't you dare mock me, Emma Swan."

Emma leans forward, only inches from Regina's face. "I. Don't. Want. To. Talk."

Regina puts her hand on Emma's chest to push her back out of her face. "See yourself home, Miss Swan."

Emma throws her hands up and groans. "That's fucking perfect." She stomps off across the street, away from Regina.