A few hours and a good nap later, Emma finds Regina in the kitchen again, making lunch. She stops in the entryway and puts her hands in her back pockets. "Hey."

Regina glances at her and gives her a small smile. "Feel better?"

Emma nods and finds sudden interest in her feet.

After filling a plate with food, she sets it on the island near Emma. "Why don't you take Henry his lunch? I asked him to stay here today until you talked so he's possibly still acting like a five year old in time out."

Without answering, Emma steps forward and wraps her arms around Regina's waist, pulling her in tight. As soon as she feels Regina's arms move to return the hold, she lifts Regina and places her on the counter.

Before Regina can chastise her for forcing her to sit on the counter like Henry, Emma buries her head into Regina's chest and lets silent tears fall. Accepting her new position, Regina slowly runs her hands over Emma's arms and back.

They stay silent in that position until the food gets cold. Emma pulls back with a deep steadying breath and leans up to kiss Regina. "Thank you."

"I want to be what you need," Regina responds softly. "I didn't mean to get so upset with you this morning. I'm not saying I'm sorry for what I said or that I was speaking out of line, but that's not how I wanted to have that discussion."

Emma nods. "I know." She kisses Regina again before lifting her back to the floor. "Let's try again later. But now I must feed the boy."

Regina touches his food lightly. "It's cold, let me heat it up."

Emma raises her eyebrow when Regina starts turning on the oven and getting out a pan to put the food on. "What are you doing?"

"What I just told you."

Emma takes the plate and shoves it in the microwave. "There's a reason you own one of these."

"That will alter the consistency of his food." When Emma looks at her confused, she rolls her eyes. "It'll get chewy."

"Trust me, he's used to it." The microwave timer goes off so she removes the plate and smiles at Regina. "See? All done."

"If he complains about the food, I am not to blame."

"Noted," Emma nods.

Regina takes Emma's hand and pulls her close, kissing her lightly. "I know Henry has had a rather difficult personality recently, but try to be understanding. Even if he is in the wrong, if you go up there and start blaming him for anything, the conversation will be lost."

"We'll try not to kill each other." Emma kisses her one last time then leaves the kitchen. She strides up the steps and takes a few moments to steady herself before knocking on Henry's door. "Delivery."

Henry opens the door. He looks at her then takes the plate and starts closing the door.

Emma throws out a hand to stop the door. "Whoa, kid."

He opens it back up and rolls his eyes. "I was just kidding. Come in." He drops on his bed and takes a bite of his food. With a look of disgust, he asks, "Did you make this?"

Emma sits in his desk chair, her mouth hanging open a bit. "There is no way it's that bad."

"No, it's fine." He smiles. "I was getting a comic and heard the microwave discussion. And you're right. I'm used to it."

Emma watches him for a moment while he eats. "How are you?"

"Better. You?"

"Better." They sit in silence for a few more moments. "Henry, I'm sorry for coming in the house yelling like a damn banshee last night, and I'm sorry for yelling at you."

"Thank you," he says, moving his food around on his plate. He sets his plate on a table and focuses his attention on her. "Ma, I don't like when you drink like that. And I especially don't like when Mom has to deal with your shit from it."

Emma nods. "I know that, and I completely understand why you're upset with me. Though I would prefer you not do things like tell me to shut up or call me an idiot."

"But you were being an idiot."

"You're an idiot all the time, but I don't call you one."

Henry narrows his eyes at her. "And you're funny too."

They stare at each other for a few long moments before Emma scoots to the edge of the chair. "Listen, I don't feel comfortable talking about what drove me to come here early. I've already had to relive it too many times in the last couple of days. Your mother pressed me to handle it in a formal matter which I don't blame her for, but it was not easy and I'm not entirely sure I was ready. And shortly after that, my own mother absolutely badgered me over it. It's not an excuse, but it was just too much all at once. Mary Margaret felt no need to hold back about my issue or about her disdain towards Regina, and… I didn't cope well."

Henry nods slowly. "I'm sorry for whatever happened to you. And I'm sorry that Gram is kind of a jerk about you and mom."

"Me too," Emma sighs.

"Are you and mom okay?" he asks timidly.

"We'll be okay. But I need you to do me a favor concerning Operation Swan-Mills."

Henry sits up a bit. "Yeah?"

Emma gets up and sits next to Henry. "I need you to take a step back. You can keep your name, but you can't be a part of it. You got yourself too emotionally invested in a relationship that doesn't include you. We will always be your mothers, Henry, but anything beyond that is solely the responsibility of your mom and me."

"You guys weren't doing anything about it. And you were always a big mess. I got her to come visit. All for this."

Emma shrugs. "And look where we are, kid. I'm not saying it's your fault by any means, but I don't really think you're helping. Your mom and I need to start figuring this out completely on our own without any outside influences like you or my mom."

"So it's my fault you got drunk and fucked shit up so many times." Henry crosses his arms and looks away from her.

"No," Emma responds slowly, trying to remove the hint of irritation. "That is not at all what I'm saying. I am not blaming you for anything. Except for when you busted in my bedroom during a perfectly good time that I probably could have screwed up all on my own."

"I was trying to protect you," Henry defends, looking back at her.

"But see, that's what I'm saying. We don't need your protection from each other. We are okay. We are two strong grown women with a lot of history. Let us work through that on our own time." Emma pulls on his arms until he relents and lets her take his hands. "I want you to focus on you. There are plenty of things for you to worry about. You need to spend your time focused on that adorable girl down the street rather than which mother is being the bigger pain in the ass at the moment."

He stares at their hands then nods. "I'm sorry for being a pain."

"Same," Emma says pulling him into a hug. She pushes back and holds his shoulders. "Now, go be a 19 year old boy dealing with whatever crap you boys deal with, and I'm going to talk with your mom."

Emma gets up but stops when Henry grabs her hand. She turns back and sees him smiling at her. "I love you, Ma."

She returns the smile. "I love you too, kid."