Regina: Knock knock?
Regina: How you doing?
Emma: Why are you being so weird?
Regina: Your, uh, your parents went down to the cafeteria, so I thought now might be a good time…
Emma: To meet Henry’s little brother?
Regina: Right. That.
Emma: Jesus, Regina. Get in here and meet your kid.
Regina: Well, I wasn’t sure. It was just that one night, in Neverland. And I only found out last night that you were even…
Emma: Magic babies, huh? And I thought my first pregnancy was weird enough.
Regina: In my defense, I really didn’t know I could do… that.
Emma: Hey, you didn’t know you liked having sex with women until that night either, so I made allowances.
Regina: You’re very calm about all this.
Emma: Oh, you missed a lot while you were off saving us all. Including about four straight months of me freaking out.
Regina: We really should be safe, now. Hook, Rumpel… all gone.
Emma: Are you okay? I mean, you look all glam as hell as usual, but I know now that magic doesn’t always leave cuts and bruises.
Regina: I need to sleep for about a week. But I’m fine.
Emma: Hold him. Go on.
Regina: Oh, if you’re sure.
Emma: He’s your son, too. They both are, Regina.
Regina: He has my eyes. Don’t you think he does?
Emma: He does. Regina, I know it was just that one night, and a baby makes it as complicated as hell, but… I missed you.
Regina: (murmuring) Two sons. Romulus and Remus. Cain and Abel.
Regina: I missed you, too. I don’t mind telling you that getting back here to have this conversation is a big part of what kept me alive out there.
Emma: Okay. Okay, good. So now we just have to pick a name. Not any of the ones you were just muttering, though.
Regina: We really do these things backwards, don’t we?
Emma: Yeah. Must be fate.