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Emma was sobbing on the bottom step, face in her hands and hands on her knees.
"Em, it's okay." Regina was a little confused about why Emma was crying.
"They have their daughter for five minutes, and now they're going have another kid. What? Am I not good enough? I'm always chucked away." Emma was crying faster now; the tears were making her hands dripping wet.
"Oh Em, they still love you." Emma was used to having siblings; it was just part of the deal for her as a child. ... Want a home? You have to have five siblings as well, but now that Emma had her real parents, she didn't want to share. "NO THEY DONT!" Emma stood from her set at the bottom of the stairs and made her way up to the master bedroom.
"Oh Emmm"
...
Hours had passed, and it was only now that Regina had gotten Emma to calm down.
They were both snuggled up in bed when Emma's tears completely stopped.
"I'm sorry," Emma whispered against Regina's neck. Regina turned onto her back and took Emma's face in her hands. "It's okay, but believe me. ... They love you more than anything."
"I think they love each other more, honestly... true love and all." Emma voice was light and humorous; you could tell she was trying to be funny. "Well then you're a close second, seriously." Regina was being serious.
"I feel that you're not letting on all you know," Emma said as she prodded the former Evil Queen. "Huh, what is it?" Emma was trying to keep the mood light and silly, but Regina had a serious stern look on her face. Emma soon stopped."What aren't you telling me?" Emma was a little worried now
"Well, you know I was the reason Snow and James sent you away. ... But I was also there when it all happened." Regina locked eyes with Emma. "I didn't see everything but I saw a lot... and the after math." "The after math?" Emma was a little confused.
"Well I saw Snow crying on the ground holding your dead father just as she curse hit." "Dad was dead?!" Emma sat straight up looking like she just saw a ghost. "Yeah... that's why he was in a coma here." Regina was acting awkward now; Emma found it kind of cute.
"Does this have a point?" Emma was confused. "You're not mad?" Now Regina was confused. "No, why would I be? ... Different world, different life. So what was your point?" Emma snuggled closer to Regina, putting her head in the nape of Regina's neck; she just wanted to sleep. "Just that they really do care. They love you and will never stop." Emma leaned up and kissed Regina softly before getting comfortable again.
...
Regina got home from work in a rush; she was hot and tired, and she wanted to see her love.
"Emma, I'm home," Regina called but there was no sign of Emma. Would she be at Snow and James' house? Emma still technically lived with her parents, but she was at the Mills Manor more often than not, so she might was well live there. ... The only times they went to Snows and James' was for a quick catch-up or to drop Henry off or pick him up; he stayed they a lot. Maybe Regina should ask her to move in, so it's less confusing for Henry. Who was she kidding? She wanted this to be Emma's real home.
"Em?" Regina had checked the bottom floor, outside and was now checking their bedroom. Emma wasn't there, which was weird because Emma was always home first, and if she wouldn't be she let Regina know.
Regina was stumped; she may have been a little paranoid, but it's Emma. ... She is allowed to worry.
Regina pulled out her phone and called Emma – no answer. Regina hated what she did next: she called Snow.
"Regina, hi."
"Hi, Snow. Do you know where Emma is?"
"No I don't. Why? What's happened?"
"Oh nothing, she just hasn't come home yet and isn't picking up. I'm sure she is fine."
"She did say something about a lot of paperwork to me yesterday. Maybe try her office."
"Yeah. Bye."
That was awkward, Regina thought as she slid her phone back into her pocket.
Regina sighed as she felt her bedroom. She probably fell asleep at work. Regina made her way down to the kitchen to start on dinner.
...
Regina was worried sick; she had finished cooking dinner; she had eaten her own, had called Henry to say goodnight and had watched SVU and still hadn't heard from Emma. ... It was so unlike Emma – well the new Emma. She always called, and that wasn't because Regina got angry at her if she didn't; she just did because she loved talking to Regina.
Regina tried calling her one more time. "Come on. Come on Emma, pick up." Nothing.
She's fine.
