Emma returned home from work later that night. Peter was sitting on the couch, Mary Margaret in his arms fast asleep.
"Hey." Emma smiled.
"Hey." Peter smiled back at her.
"She found you."
"Yea." Peter sighed. "I went for a long walk and then I went to my place. When I got there, she was there sitting on the steps, waiting for me. We talked for a long time."
" Good. I'm glad." Emma said, truly happy for her friends.
"She told me she loved me." Peter said with the biggest smile. "I told her I love her back. I really do. I'm crazy about her. I have never felt this way about anyone."
Emma smiled. "She's pretty crazy about you too."
"Can you believe it though? I can't believe a woman- such a smart, beautiful, independent women could ever love a guy like me."
"You're not all that bad." Emma joked.
Peter softly chuckled but stop when Mary Margaret shifted in her sleep. Peter looked down at her with love and passion.
"Did you finally get her to eat?"
"Yea. She ate a lot. I have never seen such a little person eat so much." Peter beamed.
"Its good to see her back to her old self. I have really missed her." Emma said slowly.
Peters hold on Mary Margaret tightened. "We will be ok. I know we will." He promised. "I'm not going anywhere."
" I know you guys will be." Emma yawned.
"How was work?" Peter asked.
"Boring as usual."
"But with Graham?" Peter smirked.
"Not so boring." Emma admited, slightly squinting her eyes and biting her lip and then she laughed. "Mary Margaret told you?"
"She loves you, she just wants you to be 's super excited about you finding the same happiness she has found."
"That's our girl." Emma shook her head.
"Yea it is." Peter agreed.
"I'm going to head to bed though. I have to get up early tomorrow." Emma groaned.
"Alright. Were probably going to stay here. I don't want to wake her up. She looks so peaceful and were really comfy. I am the happiest guy on the planet right now." Peter stroked Mary Margaret's hair.
"I'll see you guys tomorrow." Emma waved and disappeared into her room. Peter looked down at Mary Margaret, he could have sworn she was smiling in her sleep. Peter felt a wave of happiness overcome him and he ever so gently planted a soft loving kiss on Mary Margaret's forehead.