Swan Queen Fan Fic

Realization

Emma's POV
"I looked into her eyes and notice something, I noticed this lust and pull I had for Regina and it was weird, oh my god what is wrong with me I can't just have feelings like this she is Henry's mother and my mother's enemy. Emma stop this right now" I thought to myself half yelling. "Mrs Swan? MRS SWAN? What are you looking at" regina asked then I realized I was staring at her feet daydreaming about my feelings for Regina again. "Oh, I'm sorry. I am uh, just tired" I said as smooth as I could to cover up the fact that I just dreamt about loving someone who I can never actually date. "Anyway as I was saying, I think that if your parents would be ok with it, I was wondering if I could have Henry come stay with me for the weekend, I just haven't seen him in so long I feel like he is always with the Charmings not that your parents are.....annoy or anything.....but I just haven't seen my son in a long time." Regina said making sure to not seem rude the slightest bit. "Of course you can, you can have him for a weekend I am sure he will be excited" I said while staring into her eyes. "Is everything alright Mrs. Swan you seem a bit on edge and different?" Regina asked seeming quite concerned. "Yeah, I'm fine. I think I should go I need to do sherif stuff.." I said trying to get away from her until she grabs my arm and says "Mrs. Swan I know you are not alright what were you thinking of?"
"I don't know if I should tell you it just seems like no big deal you don't really care about what I have to say do you?" I said softly with wide eyes as She softened her grip on onwrist. "Of course I do Mrs. Swan, why wouldn't I?" Regina said with soft eyes and a light smile. "Oh, you really want to know well I guess I should tell you...uh....um, well I don't kn-" Regina interrupted me abruptly, "Come on Mrs Swan we don't have all day spit it out" "I am sorry, I just don't know how to put it into words, ok well here goes nothing but I um, ok, I love you and I have been having these feelings for about a month, and I know they are inappropriate but I just do" I was slightly yelling at her not because I was mad at her but because I was mad at myself and I had tears streaming down my face and the fact that I know that there is no way she could love me back made me even more sad. "Oh, Mrs Swan--"