The group made their way back to their camp, carefully watching Henry as they traveled through the treacherous maze of trees. As Henry sat between his father and his grandparents, relaying the details of his story of captivity, Emma and Regina were not too far away, resting their feet as they sat together on a log on the other side of the fire.
"You saved me," Emma whispered, looking over at her lover.
"Of course I saved you," Regina responded quickly. "Did you think I'd let him hurt you?"
"I don't know," Emma said. "I mean, no, I guess not. I just... I mean... You could have gotten yourself killed. It was dangerous."
"I would never let anyone hurt you," Regina told her. "I will always protect you, too."
Emma's heart skipped as her eyes dropped away.
"You're my family now, Emma."
"How can you have changed so much?" the blonde asked. "You hated me. You wanted me gone forever."
"I was scared," the woman confessed. "You made me feel things I didn't want to feel, things I've learned to fight and reject."
"You mean you've felt this all along?"
"For a long time."
After a pause, Emma gave her own confession.
"But you were surprised I felt the same?"
"Yes, of course. It's not like you've ever been kind to me."
"I'm sorry," the queen said softly, hanging her head. "It was the only way I had to push you away."
"And it worked."
"But I got you back."
Emma finally smiled, so Regina smiled too.
"Do you want to tell Henry?"
"You tell him," Emma suggested. "I think he's better off hearing it from you."
"You're just as much his mom as I am. I've raised him so far, but you have the rest of your lives to make up for lost time."
With a weak nod, Emma wrung her hands.
"I'd say I wish I'd never given him up, but if I hadn't, we would never have had you in our lives, and now that I have you, I can't imagine myself with anyone else."
"And I'd say I wish you'd never fucked that stupid scumbag, but we'd never have our son."
"What's going to happen when we get back to Storybrooke?"
"You're going to be with me. Aren't you?"
"We should tell him now."
"What if he freaks out?"
"He won't. He'll be happy."
Suddenly, Emma was sure. As loving a boy as he was, Emma knew he'd be overjoyed to hear that his parents were together - and getting along.
"If you're sure." Regina looked up across the fire at her son. "Henry, can you come here for a minute? We need to talk to you about something."
Snow looked horrified, knowing all too well what was coming next.
"'Kay," he said, standing up and walking over to them.
They both moved over on the log, letting Henry sit between them.
"Sweetie," Regina said slowly. "Your mom and I have something to tell you. Some things have... changed... between us."
"Are you guys together yet?" he asked, looking chipper.
"What?" Regina gasped, blinking a few times as she stared at her son in disbelief. "Yes, but-"
"I knew it!" he cried, standing up and clapping his hands together. "That's perfect!"
"How could you possibly have known that?" Regina asked him, grabbing his hand and tugging him gently back down into his seat.
"It's the way you look at Emma," he explained. "It's like she's the juiciest apple you've ever seen in your life."
Emma blushed and tried not to laugh, knowing that Regina was probably just as embarrassed.
"Henry," Emma said, shaking her head. "That's silly."
"Nuh-uh," he protested. "Mom loves you. I can tell. It's obvious."
"It wasn't to me," Snow interjected with a scowl, glaring at the two women.
"Well, that's because you weren't looking, Grandma," he told her, shrugging his shoulders. "If you look, it's obvious. Mom can't help herself. Emma's perfect for her."
"How can you tell?" Emma asked curiously, genuinely wanting to hear his answer.
Even she'd been unsure about their budding relationship. Regina's feelings certainly hadn't been obvious to her. The woman had been very good at hiding them with her cruelty. Thinking back, though, it still made her cringe to think about the possibility of her son being taken from her. As good of a mother as Regina was, Emma couldn't stand the thought of losing her only boy. Now that she had him, he was every breath she took. Her new family was all that held her together.
"Because you look at her like that, too."