Emma holds the door open to Granny's for Regina.

Regina kisses her on the cheek as she steps through the door. She stops when she sees Mary Margaret, David, and Neal at a table.

Emma nudges her. "Behave."

"Easy for you to say," she retorts.

Neal is the first one to see them. He climbs out of his seat and runs over to them, nearly knocking Regina over from impact to her legs.

She reaches down and pats his back, watching Emma's expression. Emma notices and smiles at her then ruffles his hair. "Hey, little man."

He reluctantly lets go before enveloping Emma's legs in a hug. "Hi, Emma."

Surprised by the sudden hug, Emma's eyes widen. "Happy to see me or something?"

"Yeah but I missed her more," he replies, pointing at Regina.

Regina rolls her eyes. "Come on, back to the table." She looks up and sees Mary Margaret glaring at her. "She's relentless," she whispers to Emma.

Emma smiles then waves to her parents, taking Regina's hand and pulling her to their table. "Hey, guys."

Mary Margaret smiles at Emma. "It's so good to see you, Emma." She looks at Regina. "Regina."

Regina tries not to look as irritated as she feels when she nods curtly to Mary Margaret.

David looks between them and sighs. "How are you two today?"

"We are well. Thank you," Regina responds then darts her eyes back to Mary Margaret with a hint of a glare.

"Where's Henry?" Mary Margaret asks, suddenly avoiding all eye contact with Regina.

Emma smacks her forehead. "Shoot. I forgot to text him." She pulls her phone out of her pocket and starts quickly typing. "Kid's gonna think we hate him at this rate."

Regina raises her eyebrow. "Did you forget to tell me about something?"

"Oh, just with us not coming down for a while this morning, he was half-joking about us forgetting he existed."

David clears his throat and starts directing all of his attention at the plate in front of him while Mary Margaret gawks at Emma.

Neal perks up. "Did you forget to wake up? I was up really early. Mommy made me eat breakfast in bed. Did you eat breakfast in bed?"

Emma looks up from her phone, suddenly realizing what she announced in front of her family.

Regina rubs at her temple and glares at Emma. "I suppose you could say that."

"Emma," Mary Margaret scolds.

"Okay, look, that wasn't supposed to slip out, but come on, Mom. I am thirty-seven. Thirty-seven, not seventeen. You act like you and Dad don't do it."

"You eat in bed too?" Neal asks his mom.

Emma sighs. "Yeah, little man, that's exactly what we're talking about."

Regina grabs Emma's elbow. "Although this has been a lovely conversation, we must excuse ourselves. Have a nice day. Enjoy your thoughts." She takes the opportunity to smirk at Mary Margaret before dragging Emma to a booth at the opposite side of the diner.

Dropping into the seat, Emma thuds her head on the table. "How? How can I be so stupid?"

Regina watches her, arms crossed.

Emma looks up. "You were supposed to argue that."

"I'd hate to lie to you, dear." She holds a smirk, but it falls into a smile when Emma narrows her eyes.

A ding grabs Emma's attention. Pulling her phone out of her pocket, she reads a message from Henry. "His turn to avoid us. He's been with Grace the whole time and basically just told us to leave him the hell alone."

"I hope those were not his actual words." Regina states, an accusatory hint to her tone as if blaming Emma for the faults in his vernacular.

Emma ignores her and pockets her phone. "What do you want to do today?"

"That's up to you, my love. I want to support you and make you feel good."

"I can't tell you how happy it makes me to be at this point with you."

Regina runs her fingers over Emma's hand on the table. "Let's make sure to foster that happiness then."

About halfway through their lunch, Neal crashes into Emma's side knocking her burger out of her hand and spreading it across the table. "Dangit, boy," Emma grumbles.

He smiles before shoving off of her and crawling into the seat next to Regina. Regina leans down a bit to talk to him. "You need to be more careful, Neal. You just ruined her food. Do you have the money to replace it?"

Neal looks horrified at the notion. "No." He looks at Emma. "Sorry."

Emma picks up the pieces and drops them on her plate. "Just don't make a habit of it, alright?"

He nods his head.

David joins them at the table, placing a hand on Emma's shoulder. "Time to go, Neal." He leans down and kisses the top of Emma's head. "Have a good day. It'd be nice if you could come over and visit your mother." He glances at Regina apologetically before adding, "Alone."

Emma glares up at him. "She can't get rid of my girlfriend that easily."

Regina's eyebrows raise up, surprised at the declaration.

David shakes his head. "That's not what I meant. Just talk to each other. Give her a chance to hear you out without added… distractions."

Emma shakes her head. "No. I'm not okay with that."

Regina rolls her eyes. "Emma, just go deal with your mother please. For both our sakes."

Emma snaps her head around to her. "Are you kidding me?"

"I am quite serious. Under no circumstances do I want to be in her home when you hash this out, but she is your mother, however disconcerting that may be."

"Thank you? I think," David says with a cocked head.

"Fine," Emma huffs. "I'm getting this over with as soon as possible, so do me a favor and take the little man over there somewhere while Mom and I go to the house."

David smiles. "Want me to come back and pick you up after lunch?"

Emma pushes her plate away. "Thanks to him," she shoves a finger in Neal's face, "I am done."

Neal curls into Regina's side, mumbling another apology.

"You okay if I go?" She asks Regina.

Regina smiles. "Have fun."

David pats her shoulder. "Alright, children of mine, let's go."

Neal squeezes Regina in a tight hug until she plants a kiss on his head. "Go on," she says with a pat to his back. He scoots out of the seat and bounds after his father.

Emma moves around the table and kisses Regina. "Why do you hate me?"

Regina kisses her again. "Go. Talk-"

"Be nice?" Emma finishes for her.

Regina laughs. "That is hardly something I would suggest in reference to your mother."

Emma rolls her eyes. "Alright. Bye. See you at home?"

Regina nods and watches Emma trudge after her parents. She smiles at Mary Margaret's glare.