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“I’m surprised he can open the dishwasher,” Emma joked, “and going to bed without an argument, never happens.”

“I find ruling by fear works,” Regina said casually as she poured the boiled water into a cup.

Henry laughed, “you two are like good cop and bad cop.”

Regina raised an eyebrow, “I hope I’m good cop?”

Henry shook his head, “no, you’re definitely bad cop, Emma’s good cop.”

“The insults just keep coming,” Regina joked.

“I don’t think the Evil Queen has the right to be miffed about being called bad cop,” Emma grinned as she finished off her slice of cake.

“Anyone with the moniker of Saviour and good cop wouldn’t understand,” Regina winked as she pulled Henry into a hug and kissed him on the top of his head, “goodnight, Henry.”

Henry hugged her and then stood beside Emma who was sat on the bar stool chair at the kitchen island, “night, Emma,” he smiled, “I’m really glad you’re here too, I would have missed you tonight.”

Before she had a chance to respond he left the room and went up to bed shouting a “goodnight” to both of them over his shoulder as he went.

“Sorry about the cream and the marshmallows,” Emma apologised, “I just wanted to spoil him a bit.”

“Quite alright,” Regina smiled.

“I won’t make a habit of it,” Emma assured her.

Regina nodded, “it’s fine, really,” she came and sat beside Emma and pointed to the Tupperware box of cake, “another slice?”

Emma shook her head, “no, I’ve already eaten far too much of it.”

Regina smiled and put the lid back on the box and pushed it aside, “I overheard you talking to Henry before I came in, are you going to look for the boy?”

Emma nodded, “his name is Joshua, his dad works at the cannery, do you know either of them?”

Regina shook her head, “sorry, no, there are a great deal of people in Storybrooke..”

“I’ll look through the records tomorrow,” Emma replied as she picked a marshmallow out of her cup and ate it.

“What will you do?” Regina asked with interest.

“I want to talk to him, see what is happening with him and his dad. Help, if I can,” Emma said and her eyes flickered up to Regina’s, “someone told me that everyone deserves a happy ending.”

Regina laughed, “not quite my words but I appreciate the sentiment. Will you book in another physical therapy session for tomorrow?”

Emma made a face and Regina laughed at the childishness, “it will be better than hobbling around with a crutch.”

“Fine,” Emma agreed as she covered a yawn.

Regina stood up and walked over to a small drawer in a sideboard and rummaged through some items before she picked something up and closed the drawer again. She walked over and handed Emma a key, “now you’re living here, you should have your own key.”

Emma stared at the key in surprise, “oh, right.. thank you..”

“Do you have dinner plans for tomorrow?” Regina questioned as she cleared away her cup.

Emma finished her hot chocolate and helped to clear up as well, “maybe, Mary Margaret wanted me to go and see her..”

“Sounds like a good idea,” Regina said.

“I don’t know,” Emma admitted, “they have a knack of depressing the hell out of me.”

“Know the feeling,” Regina quipped with a grin as she wiped the surfaces down, “why don’t you go to Granny’s with them, public environment, easier to leave when you’ve had enough..”

Emma considered that and nodded, “yeah, that sounds like a good idea,” she covered another yawn.

Regina sniggered, “definitely time for bed, I’ll show you to your room..”

“Thanks,” Emma said sheepishly, the warm and safe atmosphere of the house had immediately made her feel tired and she was looking forward to getting some rest after the hell of a day she’d had.

Regina turned all the lights off downstairs and walked up the staircase with Emma close behind her, “I want you to check in with me tomorrow,” Regina told her firmly, “no debate, I want you to call me, as often as you like.”

“Regina, I’ll be fine,” Emma promised as they got to the top of the stairs.

Regina turned around and regarded Emma, “you will check in with me tomorrow, good or bad.”

Emma smiled, “yes Ma’am.”

Regina dipped her head in appreciation and turned and walked down the corridor, “as you know this is Grace’s room,” she indicated the door and then the one opposite, “this is my room, don’t hesitate if you need me for anything. This is the master bathroom, this is your room and that is Henry’s room.”

Emma looked up and down the hall and nodded as she opened the door to her new room only to take two backwards steps out again a couple of moments later.

“Is everything alright?” Regina asked in concern at Emma’s paled face.

Emma stepped into the room again and looked around in astonishment, she stepped into the middle of the room and looked around with her mouth open. Regina stepped in as well and watched as the blonde examined everything.

“This is my room,” Emma said before looking at Regina, “like.. my.. actual room. You’ve, like, moved all my stuff here?”