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The next day, Emma took herself to Grannys to meet her mother, without prompting from Regina. Regina would be lying if she said she wasn't proud.
Emma had ordered the hot chocolates before Snow had even arrived. She smiled brightly upon spotting her daughter on their usual table.
"No Neal today?" Emma asked as her mother sat down.
"No, David is spending some special father-son bonding time with him today." Snow told her, taking her hot chocolate.
"Thank you, Emma," She hummed. "You didn't have to pay."
"Oh, it's my treat, mom." Emma dismissed, kindly. She took a sip of her drink, staring out the window distractedly. Snow regarded Emma carefully, watching the way her eyes seemed to have a new sparkle to them. She seemed brighter, lighter, happier.
"Something happened between you and Regina, didn't it?" Snow grinned suddenly, putting down her cup a little too hard. Emma nearly choked on her hot chocolate, a weird sense of deja vu overcoming her.
"Uh, kinda, yeah... um-" Emma muttered, trying to avoid eye contact with her mother. She was definitely caught offguard with that one.
"Oh. Oh!" Snow exclaimed, suddenly understanding. She chuckled at Emma's blush.
"Emma, I'm sure I can handle that much. We had a discussion about our sexual partners before the curse lifted, I-"
"Oh god, don't remind me!" Emma pleaded, only half playfully. But soon, both of them were laughing hysterically.
"Please tell me that you're going to sort something out," Snow asked, after the laughing fit, clutching Emma's hand. "No more denying your feelings. Both of you need to sort everything out."
"We're going to give the 'dating' thing a go, and see how it works out. Now that Robin has decided to be a full time co-parent of his daughter and father to Roland, it's just me and her." Emma promised.
"And Henry?" Snow asked.
"He knows that we're trying a relationship. He cried, hugged us and told us that he loved us." Emma smiled, tears brimming in her eyes. That set Snow off too, tears trickling down her cheeks in pride.
"You look after her, and let her look after you," She sniffed, holding Emma's hand tight. "You are so good for each other, and I am proud of you." She sobbed, and Emma ended up swapping sides of the booth to hug her.
"I love you too, mom."
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Henry never let Regina or Emma see what was written in the book about them.