A/N: Well, this is it folks! I can't quite believe I'm finishing my first ever fan fiction! Thank you so much for all the support! I am going to be publishing every day next week for Swan Queen Week so please keep an eye out for that! Oh and FYI I do intend to create collections of one shots for each OUAT season at some point in the future … Without further ado, here is your last chapter.

Rushing to the side of Henry's bed, Regina spoke hurriedly. "Henry, no matter what you think. No matter what anyone tells you, I do love you." She looked imploringly into his light brown eyes once more before running from the room. Everyone watched her go, shocked to be looking at their Evil Queen rather than their Mayor but too confused to do anything more than stare.

Emma stood with a protective hand on Henry's shoulder, struggling to take in the events of the day. Henry getting poisoned, realising magic was real, working together with Regina, meeting Rumpelstiltskin, slaying a dragon, Henry's death, and bringing her son back to life with true love's kiss.

Emma had always known Regina loved Henry. Now she knew the curse was real, all of the brunette's actions made a hell of a lot more sense, regardless of whether she condoned them or not. Regina had acted out of fear. She was protecting both herself and her son by trying to preserve the curse. Emma looked at Henry as he watched his adoptive mother disappear from the hospital. It was clear he was worried for Regina and that he loved her, regardless of everything that had happened.

"Henry," Emma said, quietly, "I'll be right back, I just need to take care of something."

Placing another kiss on his forehead, this one didn't cause a curse to break, Emma headed out of the hospital ward after Regina.

By the time she got to the street, there was no sign of the brunette. Hopping into her bug, she sped the few short blocks to Mifflin Street. As she drove, she saw groups of people clustered together on the sidewalks, greeting each other like they had been separated for years. Which, Emma mused, they had.

Pulling into the Mayor's driveway, Emma parked behind the sleek Mercedes before jogging up to the porch. Her knocking went unanswered so Emma resorted to an old trick. Pulling a set of lock picks from her pocket, she bent down and went to work until the tumblers finally fell into place with a satisfying click. Letting herself in to the opulent entrance hall, Emma paused to listen. Nothing but silence could be heard. A quick scan of the downstairs rooms told her Regina must be upstairs. Ascending the sweeping case, a muffled sound reached her ears. Crying, Emma realised with a shock. The door to Henry's room stood ajar. Pushing it open, Emma saw Regina curled into a ball on Henry's bed, her arms wrapped around a pillow as she sobbed into the fabric.

"Regina," Emma said softly.

With a start, the older woman sat upright, angrily wiped the tears from her face and looked accusingly at the blonde.

"What are you doing in my house Sheriff Swan?" she asked.

"I came to see if you were alright. The way you bolted out of that hospital room and the death glares many of those people were giving you suggested otherwise."

Scoffing, Regina uncurled her legs and attempted to sit in a more composed manner. "And why would you care if I was alright?"

"Because Henry does," Emma answer simply. "And because we spent all day working together to save our son. You may have been the reason he needed saving in the first place but I know you didn't mean to hurt Henry and I also know that you love him. Very much."

"I do," Regina said in an unnaturally small voice.

Giving up on her appearance, she flopped down onto the small bed, drawing Henry's pillow back to her chest.

Hesitating for a moment, Emma stepped into the room and walked to the far side of Henry's bed before lying down on it. Her arm brushed Regina's as she settled onto the comfortable mattress but neither women acknowledged the intimacy of their position.

"I've never been so scared in all my life," Emma admitted.

"Me neither," Regina whispered. "I would never have forgiven myself if Henry had died. He's my whole world. I never wanted anything but happiness for him."

"And you've given him that Regina," Emma assured her, rubbing the back of her hand against the brunette's. "He's a happy, healthy kid and that's mostly down to you."

"And now it's down to you."

"What do you mean?"

"Aren't you going to take Henry away from me?" Regina asked. "Now everyone remembers all the atrocities from my past, it shouldn't be difficult for you to get custody."

"Maybe not, but that isn't what Henry wants," Emma stated. "You should have seen the way he watched you leave the hospital today. He cares so much for you Regina and I'm not about to take that away from him."

Turning her head to look at the blonde, Regina's face wore a look of surprise. "You'll let me see him," she breathed.

"Of course," Emma smiled as she turned to look at the Mayor. "You're his mother too."

Their faces were unnaturally close together. Emma was reminded of the day at the mine where they had worked together again to save Henry. The same urge she had felt that day, to kiss the red lips before her, was coming over her once more. As she looked into the chocolate brown orbs before her, their gaze flickered lower, resting on her lips before returning to her green eyes.

Without breaking eye contact, Emma reached to thread her fingers through those of the Mayor. Regina made no protest to the new connection, simply staring into the emerald eyes before her. Slowly Emma moved toward the woman next to her. As their lips tentatively brushed against one another, two sets of eyes closed. The sensations sparked by the act caused both women to tighten their hold on the other's hand.

Pulling back, eyelids fluttered open, looking hazily into the face opposite them. A small smile crept across Emma's lips as she watched Regina who was clearly trying to process the last few seconds. Confused at what had happened, and the feelings the kiss had caused danced across the brunette's face. Before she could fully understand, she herself moved back towards the blonde, pressing her lips a little harder against Emma's. Rolling onto her side, the blonde slid an arm around Regina's waist, encouraging her to move closer. As their lips continued to move softly over each other, their bodies melded together too, hips and breasts pressed flush together.

When Regina groaned at the sensation of the lithe body against her own, Emma took the opportunity to slide her tongue into the hot mouth before her, gasping at the delectable taste of the older woman she found there. Slowly, Regina's tongue joined the party, teasing Emma's and twirling around in her mouth before questing outwards, passing pale pink lips and moving to sample the younger woman's essence.

Losing herself in the kiss, Regina's hands came up to fist tightly in the blonde locks, pulling Emma's face closer to hers. She needed this. She needed affection, some assurance that she wasn't evil, wasn't unlovable.

Heat pooled between Emma's legs as the kisses continued. Reaching up, she pushed Regina's jacket from her shoulders. Just as Emma's fingers moved to release the buttons of Regina's waistcoat, a shrill ringing sound burst into the room.

The two women pulled back abruptly, reality crashing down on them as they both laboured for breath. Cursing quietly, Emma fumbled at her hip for her duty phone. Seeing the call was from the hospital, she answered straight away.

"What is it? What's wrong?" she asked quickly.

Snapping her head up at the urgency in Emma's voice. Regina sat up on the bed and moved to listen in on the conversation. Emma pulled the phone away from her ear and put it on speaker so Regina could hear too.

"No, Mom, it's me. I'm fine. Where are you?" came Henry's tinny reply.

Both women breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh I'm just checking up on your Mom," Emma said, not wanting to lie to Henry.

"Is she ok?" The panic in Henry's voice made Regina's heart clench.

"She's fine," Emma assured as she reached over to clasp the older woman's hand again. "What did you phone for?"

"Oh right, that. Look out of the nearest window. And then you probably need to come back to the hospital."

"OK, kid. I'll see you in a bit." Emma was already strolling towards the window as she hung up the phone. Her hand pulled Regina along behind her. As the two women stood looking out over Storybrooke, Emma scanned the horizon for what Henry was talking about. She gasped as she saw billowing clouds of purple smoke racing from the forest into the town. Subconsciously gripping Regina's hand tighter, Emma turned to the brunette.

"What the hell is that?" she asked.

"Magic," Regina answered, a delighted smile on her face and she watched as her powers swept back towards her. Releasing Emma's hand, she moved even closer to the window, eager to feel the tingling of magic in her fingertips once more. Once she had her magic back, she could make Henry happy again. And Emma.