Hi all – it is time for this fic to come to an end. This last scene is very short and takes place sometime after Emma has returned to Storybrooke in the latter half of Season 3. Thank you all for reading.
A knock on the Mifflin Street mansion echoed through the house. Emma stood, hands in her pockets, outside.
"Emma, what —"
"Regina," Emma said with a voice crack. Before the woman could respond, Emma wrapped her in an embrace.
"Look Swan, I don't know what this is about but–"
"They were all there," Emma explained, taking a step back. "All of your memories of Henry. The way he smiled in his sleep. His first word. The tantrums. Everything."
"That was part of the curse," Regina said, masking any and all of her emotions. The last year had been hell and knowing Emma not only had her son but also all the cherished memories of him was hard to swallow when the reality of it hit her.
"I know, but I thought you were just going to make things up. To give me fake memories of him. But these," Emma stopped. Her hands were flexed as if she was holding something tangible in them. "These were yours. You gave me the only pieces of Henry you had left."
Regina stood in silence.
"I just… I don't… Thank you, Regina."
"You're welcome, Miss Swan." And with that, the mayor closed the door.