That night, I left camp before sunset. I wanted to be alone with my thoughts. Was Emma about to say she had moved on and wants me? I'm the only one who could be worse than Gold. "Regina?" I turned and saw Emma walk up. "It seems this is our thinking spot? This or the tree we use for target practice." It was true; any time we weren't at camp we always came to the same rock by the river.

"I guess it is." She came and sat beside me on the rock and looked at the water. We sat in silence a few minutes.

"Come with me?" She stood and I watched her skeptically. "I want to show you something." I took the bait and followed her. We hiked for about ten minutes before coming to a cliff. The sight was beautiful. The sun was sinking behind the mountains and trees in different shades of reds and oranges. "It's beautiful isn't it?"

"It is. Why'd you bring me here?" I could feel something off with Emma. She was holding something back.

"Why have you been acting off ever since Tinkerbell came around? Something has changed with you. Has she told you something about Henry that you've kept to yourself?"

"No. She's not said anything about Henry." I was quiet. Could I tell her the truth? Of course I couldn't. What's gotten into me lately? The idea that Emma could love me was ridiculous.

"What'd she tell you then?" Always to the point. That's the Emma Swan I've come to know. "Regina, tell me."

"She told me something about the past. Something that brings up some emotions that I don't care to think about."

"Something about love I'm guessing?" I stiffened. "That's one emotion that no one wants to deal with. It can cause pure happiness but at the same time pure heartache."

"Yes. It was about love." My answers became short and to the point. This was not a subject I enjoyed.

"Aren't fairies supposed to be really powerful and their dust lead you to your true love or something like that?" My attention went from the sunset towards the blonde. "I heard mother superior talking about it back in Storybrooke."

"Yes, and it's supposed to never be wrong."

"Is that what happened with you and Tinkerbell? She led you to your true love but something went wrong?" I stayed quiet. I could feel Emma's eyes burning into me.

"Yes. It led me to my supposed true love but I couldn't go inside. Then decades later, Tinkerbell tells me that it was wrong. That, at the time, that was my happy ending but only because my true happy ending hadn't been born yet." Something changed in Emma at that second.

"I believe love is complicated and can come in many different forms. And that we can be led to our happy ending in many different ways. We may not realize it in the beginning but if we pay attention we can find it." She paused. "I told you that I moved on but I couldn't tell my parents who I loved…."

"Because the person was from their past and one of their enemies."

"Yeah." She sighed and ran her hands through her hair. "I don't think Henry led me to Storybrooke just to break the curse. I think he read more into his book."

"How so?" She was getting close to telling me what I wanted to know. I secretly waved my hand and put up a protection spell to keep everyone else on the island away from us. We were in our own little bubble. No one could get in nor could we hear them either.

"I think he knew his mother, the Evil Queen, was unhappy. I think he knew that she was lashing out because she wanted her own happy ending. He knew the Savior would break the curse and bring back all the happy endings. And happy endings aren't what we always think they will be. It doesn't have to be a love between a man and a woman. It can be a love between two mothers and loving their son." I stayed quiet as Emma stumbled over her words. "I mean, it can be a love they share for their son and maybe a love they share for each other…" By now, Emma was looking at her feet. The sun had almost disappeared behind the trees.

"Emma…" What was I about to do? This was a bad idea but I had to say it. Otherwise I'd never say it. "Tinkerbell said that my true love would have a lion tattoo and be very skilled at archery." Her head shot up and she watched me from the corner of her eye. "Do you love me Emma?" She bit her bottom lip and nodded her head.

"Do you…do you love me?" Her voice was small. I could barely hear her.

"I believe I do. I don't know how to love very well nor do I remember how it feels. Daniel was the only other person I loved in that way so…I'm not sure how it goes." Emma walked up to me quickly and turned me. She laced her fingers in my hair and looked from my eyes to my lips.

"May I?" I gave her a small smile. Emma leaned in slowly and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. Her lips were soft. I had forgotten what it felt like to have a gentle and meaningful kiss. I believe Emma was surprised when I pulled her against me and deepened the kiss. After we broke the kiss, she let her forehead rest against mine. "I am so screwed. I fell in love with my parents' greatest enemy. And I share a son with said enemy."

"I believe your words to my mother were…I kinda share him with Regina. It's complicated." She laughed.

"Yeah. Mary Margaret wasn't happy with my wording. She doesn't want me raising him with you but that's what I want. And I believe that's what Henry wants too."

"Then that's what we'll do."