Three weeks later, Henry is spending the summer off school with Regina in Storybrooke while Emma maintains her temporary residence at the private beach resort…

Her sun glasses neglected on the table next to her, Emma squints at the book in her hand as she leans back in a beach chair just outside her room. She glances down at her phone on her stomach when the ringing catches her attention. Henry's name and picture appear on her screen. She drops the book between her legs and picks up the phone.

"Hey, Kid."

"Hey, Ma," Henry responds excitedly. "So, um, interested in a visitor?"

Emma sits up. "Henry, what have you done?"

"Chill, Ma. I figured maybe you're a little lonely."

"So?"

Henry chuckles softly. "I'll be there in an hour. Can we catch lunch?"

Emma releases a heavy sigh of relief. "Yeah, sure Kid. I'd love to eat lunch. I'll meet you at the restaurant near the entrance, okay?"

"See you then. Love you, Ma."

"Love you too, Kid." Emma smiles and lays back, resting the phone on her stomach. "Thought that kid was being sneaky again," she laughs to herself.

Having slipped shorts and a beater over her bathing suit, Emma leans against a column in the resort entrance at the edge of the restaurant, waiting for Henry. She checks her time on the phone. "An hour and fifteen. Kid must be mine." With a sigh, she shoves the phone back in her pocket and stares at the floor as she scuffs her flip flop along the tile.

"Ma!" Henry barrels down the hall and crashes into her, pulling her into a tight hug.

Emma laughs and returns the hug. "You haven't hugged me like this since you were a kid."

Pulling back, Henry smiles at her and shrugs. "I missed you."

She rustles his hair. "I missed you too, Henry."

They stare at each other for a few minutes until Henry leans past Emma at the restaurant. "Hungry?"

"Oh, right. Come on." She grabs his arm and leads him into the restaurant.

They grab a table in the center. Henry slides a chair out for Emma to take a seat, her back to the entrance of the restaurant.

She smiles up at him. "Is your mother turning you into a gentleman?"

Henry shrugs and sits across from her. "Mom has her expectations, especially now that I'm a 'man'." Henry uses air quotes to emphasize his point.

Emma swats his hand. "Be nice." She buries her head in a menu as if she hasn't been eating there every day since she arrived. "So, um…" She clears her throat.

Henry pushes the menu down so he can see her eyes. "Spit it out, Ma."

Emma drops the menu harder than necessary. "How is your mom?"

With a smile, Henry rests back in his seat. "She's healing. Much better now actually. She doesn't have to spend so much time with other people in the house watching over her. It's just me and her right now."

"Your grandmother?"

Henry shakes his head. "Only about once or twice a week when Mom invites her over. I can't tell if she got used to having Gram around or if she feels guilty for all of her help. All last week, I got her to go out at least once a day. She's been to the office."

Emma nods slowly. "How is she… emotionally?"

"I'm not sure, Ma. She seems okay, but it's not like she pours out her heart to me over a night cap before bed each night."

Rolling her eyes, Emma waves down a waitress. "I just thought maybe she let some stuff slip or something."

Henry shakes his head. "Not really, Ma. Why don't you just ask her?"

The waitress approaches the table and smiles at Emma. "Ms. Swan, it's good to see you today. How are you?"

"Just fine, Brit. How are you?"

"Better now that my favorite customer is here."

Henry clears his throat, drawing Brit's attention. "I'll have a coke please."

Brit smiles and looks back at Emma. "Coke or beer?"

"Beer is fine. Thanks."

With a nod, the waitress leaves the table. Henry slaps his hands on the table and leans forward. "What the hell is that?"

"Chill, Kid. She's just a waitress."

"Favorite customer?"

Emma shrugs. "I've been here for quite a while if you haven't noticed. She just likes to flirt. It's harmless."

"Have you done anything?"

Emma glares at Henry. "That is none of your business, Henry."

Henry crosses his arms and sits back stiffly in his chair. "None of my business, huh? So the stability of my family shouldn't matter to me?"

"You know that's not what I meant."

"Then what did you mean?"

Emma groans. "Just cool it, Kid. No, there's nothing going on. She just has a crush. I don't. End of story."

Henry loosens his arms and relaxes a bit. "Okay. Well, good."

"Though it's still not your concern what I do in my bedroom."

His face falling into hurt, Henry whispers, "Do you want someone other than Mom?"

Emma runs her hands over her face. "That's not what I'm saying. You know I love Regina. You know I'm in love with your mom. That's not going to suddenly change because of a stupid freak accident. But I have to be realistic."

"Realistic? How about patient?"

"I can't wait forever, Henry."

"Are you saying she's not worth waiting for?"

Emma sits up quickly. "No, no, that's not what I'm saying. I would wait all my life for her, but if she doesn't want me, what am I waiting for? Should I waste my life groveling at the feet of someone who can never love me?"

"Please give her another chance. Don't give up just yet."

Brit sets the drinks on the table. "Are you ready to order?"

Before Emma can speak, Henry responds, "No, not just yet. We'll let you know when."

Brit nods and smiles. She winks at Emma as she leaves the table.

"You know," Emma says, turning to Henry, "that is becoming more annoying now that you challenged it."

Henry smiles. "Just doing my part." His phone buzzes. "Speaking of my part," he mumbles as he looks at the phone.

"What is it?"

Henry stands up. "I've got to get something from the desk. I'll be right back."

"Want me to come with you?" Emma's eyes follow Henry as he rushes from the table.

"Drink your beer, Ma. I'll be right back."

Emma watches him until he disappears then turns back and sips her beer. "Weirdo." When she hears Henry call for her, she looks over her shoulder and nearly drops her beer. She jumps to her feet. When Brit passes, she grabs her arm. "I'm going to need something stronger."

Brit nods then walks off to the bar, looking as confused as Emma.

"Hello, Emma," Regina says from the entrance to the restaurant, a beaming Henry at her side.