Emma yawned as she walked downstairs. Henry and Regina were still fast asleep, which wasn't a huge surprise. They both enjoyed sleeping in late.

She pulled the orange juice out of the fridge and set it down on the counter before opening the cabinet to grab a glass to pour it into. But in her still slightly sleepy unawareness, Emma dropped the glass to the floor.

It shattered everywhere, and Regina woke up from the noise. Her first thought was that someone had broken into the house, but Emma was out of bed. Regina shook her head and sighed before getting out of bed.

Emma, meanwhile, was freaking out downstairs. She had heard Regina get out of bed, and knew that she had to clean the glass up. Not because she was afraid that someone would get hurt, but because she was afraid of being punished.

Emma quickly dropped to the floor and began to pick up the glass with her hands, not even noticing as it began to pierce her skin and cut her. Blood started dripping from her palms, but all Emma could focus on was getting the glass cleaned up.

Regina came downstairs at that moment, looking around in confusion at not seeing anyone in the kitchen. Hadn't she heard a glass shatter?

She walked forward and finally saw Emma on the floor picking up the glass. "Emma, what are you doing?"

"I just, um, found this glass on the floor," Emma said, looking at the glass still on the floor. "I don't know what happened, but I figured that I should clean it up."

"You don't know what happened?" Regina asked.

Emma bit her lip. "Nope. Just came down to it like this."

Regina walked over and knelt down on the floor in front of her. "Are you sure? Because you're the only one who's been down here this morning. And I doubt anyone would break into our house."

Emma clenched her fists, digging the glass even further into her palms.

"Emma!" Regina exclaimed. "What are you doing to your hands? You never pick up glass, you sweep it up and throw it away."

"I just needed to get it cleaned up before you came downstairs," Emma said softly. "I didn't want you to see the mess I made and punish me for it."

"Oh Emma," Regina said. She gently grabbed Emma's hands and opened them up. She picked all of the glass, now bloody, from Emma palms and threw it away before using her magic to heal all of the little cuts that the glass had created.

"Thank you," Emma said softly. "Sorry for the mess."

"It's just some broken glass," Regina said. "I have plenty more glasses just like it. It's really nothing to be worried about."

"I should finish cleaning it up," Emma said.

"Hold on," Regina said. "I can take care of it. But I want an explanation of why you thought that I was going to punish you."

Emma winced. "Foster parents. You break enough things and they begin to punish you for it."

"I see," Regina said. "Well I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm not going to punish you for that. Ever. It's just a little bit of broken glass that can easily be fixed."

"I guess," Emma said.

Regina waved her hand, instantly holding a new glass. "There. New glass to replace it."

Emma smiled. "That wasn't really necessary, but I got your point."

"Good," Regina said. "Now can we get off of the floor? My legs are starting to fall asleep, and I haven't peed yet this morning."

Emma laughed before standing up and pulling Regina to her feet. "Go pee. I'm going to pour myself a glass of orange juice."

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