Emma groaned as she looked outside. Snow was starting to come down faster, and it most likely wasn't going to let up anytime soon. All she wanted to do was get home to Henry and Regina, and enjoy movie night. Clearly that wasn't going to happen.

"Staring at the snow isn't going to make it go away," David said.

Emma sighed. "I know. I was trying to be hopeful."

Emma's phone rang, and she practically tripped over her own feet running to answer it. "Hello?"

"Stop freaking out," Regina said. "I can feel you doing it from here."

"Where are you?" Emma asked. "Is Henry with you?"

Regina chuckled. "What did I just say about freaking out?"

"It's not funny," Emma said. "This storm is really bad and I want to know for sure that both of you are safe. Preferably at home."

"We're both home and fine," Regina said. "We got here just as the snow started to get worse."

Emma sighed in relief. At least they were together. "I don't think I'm going to make it home for movie night. Unless I fight my way through the storm."

"Don't you dare," Regina said. "You'll be just fine where you are."

"But I'm not with you and Henry," Emma said, sitting down in her chair and sighing. If she was honest with herself, this night was going to suck. She needed Regina by her to be able to sleep.

"I know," Regina said gently. "But we'll see you in the morning."

"What if I poofed home?" Emma asked.

"No," Regina said quickly. "We both know what happens when you try and do magic while it's cold out."

Emma sighed. It was true. It had been a couple years since the incident with the Snow Queen, but Emma's magic still went out of whack whenever a snowstorm appeared.

"And before you suggest me poofing, let me remind you that my magic isn't the best right now either," Regina said.

Emma groaned. "Now you just made me want to get home even more."

"I'm sorry," Regina said quickly. She placed a hand over her slightly swollen abdomen, smiling as she felt a kick. Their little girl was going to be full of energy that was for sure. The only problem was that Whale had deemed it unsafe for Regina to use magic, especially since the baby was a magical baby.

"Is she okay?" Emma asked.

Regina smiled. "She's perfectly fine. Nothing is going to happen while you're gone for one night."

"You say that now, but something is going to happen," Emma said. "Just because you said that, now something bad is going to happen."

"Stop," Regina commanded gently. "The snow is going to stop soon, but the snow plows won't be out until tomorrow morning. Get comfy, and calm down. Everything is going to be fine, and Henry and I will see you tomorrow morning."

"Tomorrow seems too far away," Emma mumbled.

"I know," Regina said. "But we'll make it. Try and get some sleep."

"I will," Emma promised. "I love you."

"I love you too," Regina said. Emma held the phone to her ear several seconds after Regina had hung up before putting it onto her desk and burying her face in her hands.

"Hey," David said gently, placing his hand on her shoulder. "You heard what she said. We need to try and get some sleep. Things will be cleaned up and we can go home tomorrow morning."

Emma sighed and nodded before getting out of her chair and heading to one of the cells. It wasn't the most comfortable bed, but it was all they had.

"Goodnight," David said, yawning.

"Goodnight," Emma replied before rolling over and shutting her eyes. That night, she dreamt of a little girl who built a snowman with Emma and Regina after a big snowstorm. A little girl named Lola.