Henry Mills wolfed down his complimentary birthday grilled cheese at Granny's Diner. It was delicious, warm, gooey, and just the right amount of crispy: everything you could ever want in a grilled cheese. "Thanks, Granny," Henry said with a wide smile.

"Always, Henry," the gray-haired woman replied warmly, wiping down the table in front of him.

Just then, the bell to the tiny diner chimed merrily, and Emma came strolling in. She walked over to Henry and ruffled his hair softly. "Hey, Kid." She tossed a small box wrapped in bright red paper onto the table in front of him. "Happy fifteenth."

"Thanks, Mom!" Henry twisted in his chair to give his birthmother a tight hug. His mother returned the gesture. Surprisingly, despite her being the new Dark One, Emma didn't seem all that different. She was still witty, and strong, and protective, and even a little guarded; she was still all of the things that made Emma Emma.

She was still Emma, only with more magic.

"Swan," acknowledged Regina with a respectful nod from beside Henry.

"Hi, Regina," Emma greeted. She placed a hand on her son's shoulder. "So what do you want to do today, Henry?"

Henry looked up at Emma with his classic lopsided grin. "Hook promised to take me out on the Jolly Roger. Then I thought we could go bowling?"

Emma shrugged. "It's your day, Kid. Make it what you want it." With this, Emma turned and walked toward the restroom sign. "Back in a minute," she threw casually behind her.

"Miss Swan, what for most should take a minute, for you, takes thirty," Regina teased.

Emma stopped abruptly and spun back around, a goofy, almost embarrassed look on her face. "I am allowed to enjoy my bathroom time, no?" she asked sarcastically, a mocking hand poised on her hip.

Regina shook her head at the blonde. "Not if you intend on passing for normal, Swan, absolutely not."

"Let Emma pee in peace, Mom," Henry interrupted their friendly banter.

"Thank you, Henry." Emma winked at him with her green eyes. She looked pointedly at Regina. "Now, if you'll excuse me…"

Once Emma had left to do her business, Henry turned to his other mom. "What do you think is in here?" he asked, fingering the fancy bow adorning his present from Emma.

"Won't know 'til you open it, unless you can see through that horrible red wrapping paper. Seriously, what is it about Emma and the color red?"

"I don't know, maybe it's her favorite color. Besides, I thought you liked red. You know, apples and all. Blood. Evil Queen. You know."

"Nope," responded Regina.

Henry rested his chin on the countertop and concentrated on the bright red packaging, on seeing what was underneath. He shook his head after a little while. "Nope, no X-ray vision. Unlike Emma, I have no superpowers." Henry smiled. "That's okay, though. I don't need any."

Emma emerged minutes later from the bathroom. "You ready, Kid?" she questioned. "Up and at 'em."

"Fly's down, Swan," Regina said, barely glancing up from her coffee.

"Oh." Emma smiled, actually embarrassed this time. She quickly pulled up the zipper on her pants. "All better. Let's get going."

"Idiot," Regina muttered, clearly referring to Emma.

"Mom!" Henry exclaimed, caught off guard. "Did you just call Emma an idiot?"

Regina appeared taken aback. "No, of course not!" she protested. "I didn't say anything!"

"But I, but I-" Henry stammered. He was sure he had heard his mother say that. "Did you hear it, Emma?" he asked, hoping for her to say yes.

Emma shrugged and said she hadn't heard anything. "Your mom, surprisingly, has been pretty nice since she stopped the whole 'Evil Queen' act. I guess you're going crazy, Kid," Emma joked.

A/N: Thoughts? Should I continue on? The writing will definitely get better as I adjust to writing this kind of thing.