Regina watched Emma for couple of minutes in peaceful silence.

"It's a lot to take in, I know." Regina whispered to smooth the frown line between Emma's eyebrows.

"What's his name?" Emma asked softly, so softly like she knew him.

"Henry. Henry Daniel Mills." Regina said warmly and corners of her lips curled into a little smile.

"Did you name him?" Emma mirrored the little smile and looked Regina in the eyes.

"Yes."
"I like it. Why did you choose those names?"

"Henry was after my father and Daniel… after my first- after my true love." Regina admitted and her gaze dropped.

"Oh. Is he a good father?" Emma asked almost cheerfully, not noticing the change in Regina's expression.

Regina tensed and shook her head a bit to have her hair fall into her face, to shield herself from Emma.

"He would be." She whispered tightly, fighting the tears.

"Oh I'm so sorry Regina, I didn't want to- sorry…" Emma scooted closer to the fence and wished she could fix the pain the other woman was clearly in.

"No, it's alright, you forgot everything. And everybody." Regina whispered with a broken voice and then rose to her feet.

"I'm sorry, Regina-" Emma pleaded with puppy eyed look, the one Regina knew so well.
"It's not your fault, Emma." She sighed and wiped away a tear that managed to escape. "But you have enough to process for today anyway-"
"Will you come here tomorrow?" Emma asked hopefully as she rose to her feet too.

"Of course," Regina smiled a bit, her heart feeling the familiar warmth Emma managed to wake up.

"Thank you for fixing my arm," Emma motioned to her forearm, which was looking like new, like nobody ever hurt it.

"You're welcome. Just… be more careful the next time." Regina locked her gaze with Emma's for the last time before turning around to leave.

"Goodnight Regina," Emma called behind her and Regina could feel that there was something more to her voice than there was the first day.

She looked over her shoulder to dedicate her one last smile: "Goodnight Emma."

The next day, when Regina got to the castle, Emma was already pacing there. It took her a few moments to notice Regina was coming, but when she did, her face lit up immediately.

"Hi," Emma smiled and tilted her head slightly, looking Regina up and down.

"Hello Emma," Regina returned the smile and sat down in the grass and pine needles, to her usual spot.

"You look tired," Emma stated, but it turned out to be more of a question.

"It's nothing," Regina waved it off, but Emma was persistent.

"How much did you sleep?"

Regina sighed and started thinking, her expression forming into a slight frown, which Emma found utterly adorable.

"Maybe three hours," Regina whispered and moved her hands into her lap, rubbing them against each other.

"Why only three hours?" Emma was surprised and Regina could see the shift in her expression – she got worried.

Regina remained silent, considering what she should say.

"Hey, I know you maybe don't wanna talk about it, but you can trust me?" Emma offered almost shyly.

Regina looked into those honest green eyes and thought about what Emma must have been going through. That she must have been lonely and Regina was the only person talking to her in decent way – judging from what she heard about Morgana and she knew Zelena in her 'sane' state of mind, which wasn't any better. She could just tell her.

"I had nightmares," Regina confessed and Emma nodded, waiting for further explanation. When there came none, she asked.
"What about?"
"Daniel," Regina said and she saw Emma flinch. "No, it's not your fault. It happens from time to time…"

"What happened to him?" Emma asked with compassion and Regina thought if Emma would dare to ask that in Storybrooke, if they already got that far together.

"My mother killed him." Regina said bitterly, still not meeting Emma's eyes.

"Was that because she wanted you to marry the old king?" Emma asked, putting the puzzle pieces of information together.

"Exactly. A stable boy wasn't enough for me, in her opinion… But enough of that, we have to make you remember."

"You stopped at you adopting Henry – then you jumped to ten years later to him taking me home to you, but you skipped ten years which I would love to hear about."

Emma reminded Regina of little Henry, when she used to read him stories and he reminded her about what happened in the last chapter and sometimes pleading her to read the favourite parts again until they could play them out together. That memory made her smile sentimentally as she got lost in her thoughts.

Emma watched her tight shoulders and a light shiver Regina tried to supress. The lack of sleep had obviously a heavy effect on her.

"You're cold." Emma stated.
"Hm?" Regina looked up, tore out of her pondering.

"I said you're cold." Emma repeated and took off her jacket.

"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to throw it over the fence, catch it." Emma said, stood up and curled the jacket in to a ball and threw it over the fence. Regina took it and slipped into it, secretly inhaling the smell of it. The smell of Emma. The smell of home.

"Thank you," she smiled and tightened the fabric around herself.

"You're welcome. So?" Emma pressed with raised eyebrows.

"So?"
"What happened in the 10 years?" Emma reminded her with a chuckle.

"I honestly don't know much about the time in between… I know you worked as a bail bonds person, but that's about it." Regina shrugged and felt sorry for not being much useful in remembering this part of Emma's life.

"It must be insignificant. Tell me about the time when I got to Storybrooke."

"Well, you and I didn't get along well in the beginning… We fought and we could get along only in Henry's sake. It got that far that I baked an apple turnover laced with sleeping curse for you. But Henry ate it to make you believe in magic and fairy tales. You didn't believe, but after that you did." Regina said sadly, still feeling the heaviness of guilt she carried about that. She stole a glance at Emma to see her reaction, only to find out she was obviously terrified.

"What happened to him?"

"You woke him up with True Love's kiss, which broke both curses – the sleeping curse and the one Evil Queen placed before on the citizens, so everyone remembered who they were."

Emma studied her for a long time, trying to imagine – or better remember – those events. "Weren't they furious at the Evil Queen?"

"They were." Regina nodded curtly.

"Why did she do it?" Emma pondered, and she herself didn't know if that was a rhetorical question or not.

"She had what one would call a troubled past. And wanted a happy ending – which the last 10 years with Henry were." Regina said and only after those words brushed past her lips, she realized what she just said. And she was afraid. She looked at Emma, fear and plea in her eyes. Plea not to give up on her.

"You were the Evil Queen?" Emma asked and Regina nodded anxiously. "What happened then?"
"That's it?" Regina asked in surprise. "You're just going to let it go?"
"Yeah? You said the Saviour gave you another chance and you changed. I believe in my own judgement. And judging by the last three days, you're not evil at all."

Regina didn't have words. She just stared at her lovingly, like she knew she might have done a few times in the past. Because sometimes you just didn't have words for Emma Swan.

Regina was smiling, but she was exhausted, that Emma could see even in the dark.

"Hey. You're tired and you obviously need some sleep now." Emma said and Regina nodded. She rose up to her feet and brushed off the dirt.

"Where are you going?" Emma asked. "I thought you could… sleep here, so I could wake you up if you had a nightmare. Maybe it could help?" Emma pleaded and Regina could see there was a bit of selfishness in that as well. Maybe she didn't want to sleep alone anymore either.

"Okay." She lay down, face to the fence and to Emma, who mirrored her.

"Goodnight Emma."
"Goodnight Regina. And sweet dreams."