Two months later:
"Hey, my little prince. How are you?" Regina questioned the toddler, Neal, who was now running to her as she arrived through the door of David's apartment.
"You are here."
David smiled as Regina she told him. "Hey."
"I think he's fond of you."
"I know he is." She smiled as she picked Neal up from the ground and held him in her arm.
"Gina!" The toddler laughed as he then hugged the woman's neck.
She smiled as she put him back down and glanced at David. "So you want me to babysit Neal for the third time this week while you go to work?"
"No. I was actually thinking we could go out somewhere, you and I with the baby. We could go to Granny's but it's not a date, just us hanging out." He told her.
"I did not say anything about a date. What brought that up?" She questioned him.
"Nothing, I was just making it clear." David shrugged.
"Alright then." She cleared her throat as she felt awkward.
David scooped up Neal in his arms and then they both headed out the door to Granny's. They found a booth there with David sitting on one side, Regina sitting on the other, and Neal in a high chair. Granny came by to greet them. "Where's the group today?"
David replied. "It's just me, Regina, and the baby." Granny gave a shrug at both of them and then asked for their order.
As they sat, they spoke to one another and laughed. As each day passed, David and Regina was beginning to talk about Mary Margaret a little less.
The blue eyed toddler stared up at Regina and reached his hand out to touch her shoulder and then her face. Charming chuckled. "Looks like he likes you."
Regina smiled. "I think he does."
She looked back at the baby, leaning toward him, and smiled.
"Mama." The baby loudly pronounced. Suddenly, Regina's smile faded into a frown.
What the hell?
David didn't know to react. After seconds of silence, he finally replied to his son. "Your mother was a beautiful, kind woman, but Regina isn't her. Her name was Snow and she loved you very much."
As he said that Regina got up and left the booth sadly. "Regina!" He yelled at her. "Don't go! It's okay."
She turned back. "It's okay? David, did you hear what that baby just called me?" Everyone at the restaurant began staring, including Granny as Regina told him across the room. "I've over stepped my boundaries. Mary Margaret wouldn't want this!"
She walked out the door with David running after her. "Come back in. It's fine."
"You are taking this exceptionally well. Your own son just acknowledged that he forgotten Mary Margaret, his own mother, already. David, I'm sorry. I can't." She rushed forward and he tried to speak to her again but she disapppeared with purple smoke.
Later that day:
"Mom, what happened? Grandpa told me you left him and his baby." Henry asked her mother once he returned to their house.
"I did, Henry."
"Why?"
She shook her head. "I don't know."
Henry said back. "Of course you know. What happened?" He repeated the question. "What happened between you two?"
She finally responded. "His baby called me mom."
"What? Grandma's baby called you mom." She sighed and then shook her head, yes.
"Don't tell your mother."
"Like she would care." Henry chuckled.
"People can surprise you." She trailed off. "This town can surprise you."
Henry questioned. "Whats really going on?"
Regina sighed again. "I'm scared, Henry."
"Why? Because Neal called you mom?" Her son asked her, curious.
"And David seemed stunned at first but then he seemed fine with it."
"And that's what's scaring you?"
"I don't want to replace Mary Margaret." She replied.
Henry disagreed. "You'll never replace her. There is only one Mary Margaret."
"I know but it was so easy for David to allow that baby to say that and then we went to Granny's together and-"
"Wait- what? Y'all went on a date?" He announced excitedly.
"No!"
"Oh yes y'all did too." He smiled.
"No we didn't, Henry. Stop putting words in my mouth!"
"Oh, it's totally fine, mom. You and Prince Charming, got to hand it to you, you two would be the oddest couple in Storybrooke but if you love each other-"
"We don't! We are just friends." Henry laughed at what his mother told him. "He loves Mary Margaret but she's gone. He's probably just lonely."
"Yeah right!" Henry scoffed at his adoptive mother's comment.