AN: Apparently, my muse decided to jump on the bandwagon of stories where memoryless Henry jumps to conclusions and chaos ensues.

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters and make no profit.

"Mom!"

Emma whipped her head to the side and down so she could look at her son who was currently giving her a pointed look, all raised eyebrows and tight lips; a mirror image of his adoptive mother, only he didn't remember that.

"What?"

"You're staring."

"So?" she asked defensively. She wasn't gonna give anything away until she knew what conclusions Henry had made of her behavior. Her son merely folded his arms and gave her an even further pointed look - if that was even possible.

"You were staring, mom!"

Emma released a frustrated breath as she watched the man's retreating back. "Well I can't help it. There's something fishy about him."

"Are you sure it's not just your jealousy speaking?" Confused green eyes shot to brown ones filled with mirth. "You know, because he's interested in your woman."

Emma's mouth dropped open in shock and she choked on her own spit. "My…woman?" she croaked, eyes narrowing warningly at her son when he looked far too pleased by her reaction.

"The Mayor, Regina."

She gaped at him. "I…Reg-my wom…what?" Emma shook her head as she forced herself to find something sensible to say. "I don't know what kind of lies she's been filling your head with, but she's not my woman."

Henry frowned up at her. "But you want her to be, right? I see the way you look at each other, how you act around her."

"Henry," Emma said with a sigh, but he clearly wasn't done, his mind made up.

"Is that why you said no to Walsh? Is she why we're here? It's okay, you know, to like Regina, I don't mind," he spewed excitedly, his eyes dancing as he watched how flabbergasted she looked.

Emma tried to respond, she really did, but all that came out was a sort of squeak as her mouth just opened and closed unintelligently. What the hell did you say to your son when he just dropped something like that on you? Regina and her, together? Preposterous. Right?

"I think he's more than he pretends to be," she finally offered Henry, opting for the evasive tactic. "And not just because of Regina," she told him pointedly when he opened his mouth to retort, earning her a sullen look.

"We need to talk," Emma breathed out through clenched teeth, taking a firm hold of the other woman's arm and forcefully dragging her away.

"What-Miss Swan, unhand me this instant," Regina demanded as she pushed at the blonde's collarbone to get out of her grip. Emma released her with a push inside the empty hallway of the diner, almost feeling guilty when the Mayor stumbled for a moment before she managed to get her bearings.

"What's the meaning of this?"

Emma released a low warning growl as she stepped into the brunette's personal space. "I know you want to see Henry, but telling him we're lovers? That's unacceptable."

Regina's eyes widened in surprise at the words. "Excuse me? I've said no such thing. What are you talking about? What do you mean he thinks we're lovers?"

Emma searched dark pools for any kind of deceit, but saw only genuine confusion and anger in them. Feeling her own anger melt away she released a heavy breath before taking a step back to allow some space between them.

"You really haven't told him anything?"

Regina shot her an impatient look. "Told him what exactly?"

"Wow, okay, this could get awkward," Emma offered as she scratched at her neck and tried to figure out the easiest way to approach the subject. She needed to put it delicately, to ease the Mayor into this, or else she feared she might get incinerated or something. "It seems our son has gotten it into his head that there's a thing between us and that's why we're in Storybrooke." Oh yeah, that was smooth. Way to choose her words carefully.

Regina looked entirely too cute when she was confused. Emma was pretty sure she shouldn't find anything Regina did cute at all. "A thing?"

"Yeah, you know, a thing."

Regina stared blankly at her for a very long moment before realization dawned and her jaw went slack. "Wha-why would he think that?"

Emma laughed awkwardly. "I don't know. He mentioned looks and behaviors and…stuff."

Regina glared at her. "Stuff…? Always so eloquent, Miss Swan."

Emma just shrugged her shoulders helplessly. This was turning into one of the more embarrassing conversations in her life. And she'd experienced a few.

"Well, I'm assuming you set things straight?"

A thunderous look was sent her way at her sheepish look that admitted her failure to do so. "I thought you'd said something to him," Emma tried to defend herself. "And what was I supposed to say anway? The kid completely blindsided me with his crazy theory."

"You could have said he was wrong for one."

"I'll do that next time I see him," Emma offered a little sullenly. Was it really that unthinkable to be with her? She wasn't the worst catch there was, certainly not in this town. "It would be a plausible excuse for you to see him though." She didn't realize she'd thought that out loud before the look of incredulity on the Mayor's face registered.

"You think we should let him believe we're together?" Regina asked in disbelief before she lifted her chin proudly. "You really think I'd fall for someone like you?"

"Hey," Emma countered immediately, offended. "You could do a lot worse, you know." Regina pointedly let her eyes roam over the blonde before she released a haughty sniff and Emma crossed her arms defensively. "Besides, how many people would fall for the Evil Queen?"

She regretted the words as soon as they were out of her mouth. Regina's whole body stiffened and her face grew impassive, eyes cold and lips turning into a sneer. "Shit, Regina, I didn't mean-"

"Indeed. Tell Henry whatever let's you sleep at night, I don't care" the Mayor offered coldly, blowing off any pitiful excuse Emma could make as she walked away without so much as a glance back.

Emma bit her lip as she watched the woman retreat before releasing a heavy breath. Yeah, that went well. Things were about to get a lot more awkward for her from now on, she had no doubt Regina would make sure of it. A woman scorned and all that.

"Well, fuck."