Emma Swan lay on the front lawn of her foster home. She had been in this one longer than any other, and was enjoying being in one place for longer than a month. Emma was looking up at the clouds, thinking of her perfect family.

Her father would be a handsome man, with big muscles, but a teddy bear personality. He would work at a law firm so that when he adopted Emma, everything would be settled. His job was very important, and brought in so much money that Emma was always spoiled.

Her mother was a beautiful blonde like herself, and loved spending time with her adoptive daughter. She was a painter, and regularly sold her paintings for money, as well as donated some of them to children's hospitals.

Her sister was older than she was, but was in college when she would be adopted. They would get very close during the summer, and would remain close throughout the rest of their lives. Always there for each other, no matter what.

It was this daydreaming that Emma hung on to for many years to come as she was passed from foster home to foster home. Someday, she would find the right family. And they would love her, no matter what.

Emma sat up with a gasp. She wiped the tears off of her cheeks and started taking deep breaths. She hadn't dreamt of that day in several years, and yet it still hit her hard.

Back when she had been daydreaming of those types of things, Emma was still hoping to get adopted. Once she had turned 15, she had given up all hope.

"Emma?" Regina groggily asked. "What are you doing up?"

"Nothing," Emma quickly said. "Just can't sleep is all. Go back to sleep."

Regina sat up and ran her fingers through her hair. "Nightmare?" she asked. Emma nodded. "What one?"

"One that I haven't had for a long time," Emma said. "Don't worry about it."

Regina reached out and wiped a stray tear off of Emma's cheek before pointedly looking at her. Emma sighed. "It was just a memory from one of my foster homes."

"What happened?" Regina asked.

"Just a lot of families walking around where I used to live," Emma said. "And I didn't have that. I was in a home at one point that let me feel like I belonged, and I would dream about my dream family. The dream family that never happened."

"It didn't?" Regina asked. She was on her guard now. Didn't Emma have a family now?

"That's not what I meant," Emma said quickly. "I do have a family with you and Henry. It's just...forget it. You'll think I'm stupid."

Regina kissed her cheek. "I want to know," she said. "Please continue."

Emma smiled. "When I was little, I used to sit and look up at the clouds. I would daydream about this perfect family that I would be a part of someday. Not in our sense where I'm married or anything. I didn't think that far. I thought about the mother and father that I would have. And an older sister."

"Did that make you happy?" Regina asked.

Emma shook her head. "No," she said. "Because it never happened. No one ever adopted me. And I never got to be a part of the right family."

Regina frowned and wrapped her arms around Emma. "Well," she said. "You have a family now. And no matter what happens, you'll always have Henry and I by your side."

Emma smiled and snuggled into Regina's embrace. "Maybe I did find the right family after all," she said.

Almost caught up! One more. I hope you guys don't mind, but I didn't want all of the new updates to just be prompts, so this one and the next one will be my ideas. I'll pick up tomorrow with another one of the prompts.