You stumble into the house, bags in hand, hair mussed from the wind, the evening sky already dark outside.

Emma: “Finally! We’ve been calling you for hours, kiddo!” Her voice is firm, but her eyes flicker with relief.

Regina: “Do you have any idea how worried we were? You vanish the whole afternoon without a single text? Honestly, darling, that’s not acceptable.”

Their words sting — harsher than they mean them to be. You open your mouth to explain, but your throat tightens. The exhaustion of the day, the excitement of finding the perfect gifts, all of it crashes into the hurt in their tone.

Your eyes blur. You drop the bags by the door and whisper, “I’m sorry,” before running to your room and shutting the door.

There’s a moment of silence downstairs — the heavy kind that fills the air when love meets misunderstanding.

Emma: “...What was she carrying?”

Regina kneels beside the abandoned bags. Her breath catches. Two small boxes lie inside — neatly wrapped with ribbon. She opens one and finds a delicate silver necklace that reads ‘Best Mom’ in graceful cursive, shining softly under the light. The other says ‘Best Mama.’

Regina’s throat tightens. “Oh, Emma…”

Emma looks down, guilt painting her face pale. “She was… shopping for us.”

The realization hits them both — hard and aching. The scolding, the worry, the misunderstanding.

Without a word, they rise and make their way to your room. Emma knocks gently, voice soft now.

Emma: “Hey, kiddo… open up? Please?”

Regina: “Sweetheart, we’re so sorry. We shouldn’t have raised our voices.”

No answer. Just a quiet sniffle from the other side. Emma’s heart twists.

She opens the door slowly — Regina behind her. You’re curled on the bed, face buried in your pillow, shoulders trembling. The sight nearly breaks them.

Emma sits down first, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek. “We didn’t know, honey. We just got scared when you didn’t answer.”

Regina kneels beside the bed, her hand gentle on your back. “And we were too harsh. That was our mistake, not yours.”

You lift your head just a little, eyes red. “I just wanted to surprise you both for Mother’s Day.”

Regina’s expression softens completely. “Oh, darling…”

Emma wraps you up in her arms, holding you tight. Regina joins, her hand on your hair, voice barely a whisper.

Emma: “You didn’t have to buy us anything. You’re the best gift we could ever have.” Regina: “But… thank you, my love. Truly. They’re beautiful. Just like your heart.”

You melt between them, safe and loved again. Their guilt turns to tenderness — kisses pressed to your forehead, tears mingling with laughter.

Emma: “No more running off without a text, deal?” You: sniffles “Deal.” Regina: “Good. Now, how about we make some cocoa and open those lovely gifts properly?”

Emma: “Yeah. And maybe watch that silly movie you love.”

They smile at you and help you up, the anger forgotten.