Despite everything that had happened, Regina knew that this was one of the happiest moments of her life. There were various memories with Henry, of course, and her first kiss with Daniel would always be treasured. But watching the last of the sunset on the rocky beach, Emma's shoulder brushing against hers, was something she knew she'd remember forever.

They'd had their "normal" dinner, almost like a real date, taking topics like Storybrooke and the baby off the table and doing their best to keep things light. And now they were sitting within sight of the house they'd made an offer on, in this place that definitely felt like it could be home.

"The realtor kept calling you my wife today," she mused, leaning her head against Emma's shoulder.

"I guess that makes sense." Emma kicked her feet against the rock they were sitting on in some sort of rhythm Regina couldn't figure out. "After all, we were looking for a house for us and our kid."

"Would you want that?" Regina looked up at Emma in the fading light. "Would you want to be my wife?"

Emma blinked a few times at the horizon, letting the words sink in. "Are you proposing, or are you just asking?"

Regina sat up straight again and blushed. "I…"

"Either way, my answer's yes," Emma added with a smile. "I told you I wasn't going to leave you."

Regina leaned in for a deep kiss, nearly throwing them off balance on their rock, but Emma's hands went to her waist to hold them steady. "I wasn't trying to propose," she explained when she came up for air.

"I figured," Emma teased. "I don't see any diamond."

Regina pulled the emerald ring she so often wore from her finger and pressed it into Emma's palm. "You don't strike me as the diamond type."

"I was kidding," Emma said, but she slid the ring onto her finger anyway. "But I will be by your side always," she added seriously. "It's not going to be easy, but I will be here for you and Henry and the baby."

Regina tried to blink back the tears rising to her eyes but failed. "I want to keep it," she whispered, barely louder than the waves.

"I know. I wish more than anything that you didn't, but it's your choice. I'm going to try my best." Emma slipped down off the rock and offered Regina her hand. "We should go. It's getting dark."

Regina stepped down but didn't move to leave, instead just wrapping her arms around Emma and holding her as close as she could manage. They stayed there, embracing, until all traces of the sun were completely gone, and then they carefully made their way back towards the streetlights. "So much for our normal date night," Regina said as they walked.

"We shared a kid before we even met and you tried to kill me with baked goods," Emma pointed out. "I don't know that normal is in the cards for us."

"I wanted to pretend."

"Well, dinner was perfectly normal." Emma held open the door to the hotel for Regina. "And now we will go back to the hotel and watch a terrible movie and be absolutely normal."

Regina toyed with Emma's ring where their hands were joined between them. There was no such thing as normal for them, she knew that. She'd ruined their attempt at it by accidentally proposing, by mentioning the baby. But she could imagine a day in the future, the four of them in their new house, when things might be all right.

Henry was still angry when he got back to the diner, angry enough that Ruby gave up on her attempts to scold him for running off again because he clearly wasn't listening. Instead, she just served him dinner and left him glaring at it while she dealt with the other customers.

"Mind if I join you?" Henry looked up to see Archie take the stool beside his. "You look like you need to talk."

Henry didn't answer, busying himself with tearing his fries into tiny pieces. Archie waited quietly for Henry to open up or for Ruby to bring his food, whichever happened first.

After doing her rounds to the tables, Ruby came to the other side of the counter and paused by Henry and Archie. She let the awkward silence continue, distracted by something on her phone. "Shit," she muttered. "I can't be a waitress and a babysitter and apparently the acting sheriff all at the same time."

"I'd be happy to stay with Henry if you need," Archie offered.

Ruby finished typing her reply. "No, I don't think they really need me. It's not really a suspicious death when a burn victim dies in the hospital."

Henry snapped his head up from his plate. "Sidney?"

Ruby scrolled through the text. "Yeah, he choked to death. Apparently he's been having a hard time ever since they got him back on solid food, but usually he manages to call for help."

Henry went pale. "And they think it was somebody's fault?"

"Only because somebody else died in that room recently, but it's not like Whale's killer is still in Storybrooke," Ruby said quietly. "Good riddance to both of them, anyway."

"Ruby," Archie scolded before turning to Henry. "I know things have been scary around here lately, but you're perfectly safe."

But he wasn't, not if people were suspicious. Henry pushed his plate away. "I'm not hungry," he announced and hopped down off his stool. He ran around the counter and through the kitchen, leaving the diner through the back door and stopping by the dumpsters.

He hadn't meant to hurt anyone. He'd just been angry. But he'd stopped Sidney from being able to call for help. It was his fault.

"Henry?" The boy didn't have to turn to know that Archie had followed him out.

"Go away." Henry balled his hands into fists, trying to convince himself not to cry. Not to be scared. He was a good guy and Sidney was a bad guy. It would be okay. It had to be.

Archie gently turned him, crouching down to Henry's level. "It's hard when someone we know dies, especially when your parents aren't here to talk to. But I'm right here, or you could call them."

"If I tell you stuff, you're not allowed to tell anyone else, right?" Henry asked, keeping rigid but still feeling the tears coming.

"You know our conversations stay between us, Henry." Archie took Henry's hands, and the boy relaxed his fists. "I talk to your mother about my concerns, but I don't tell her what we said."

"But just my mom? Not anybody else?"

"Not even Emma." Archie offered him a reassuring smile. "You can tell me anything."

Henry bit his lip, considering. "It's my fault Sidney's dead," he finally admitted.

Archie shook his head. "You heard Ruby. It was an accident. He was very badly injured."

"I saw him today and he told me all these lies," Henry blurted. Now that he'd gotten the truth out, it just kept coming. "But I know what he did to my mom and he wasn't even sorry. I hate him and I took the thing he uses to call the nurse and I threw it." The tears finally broke free.

The therapist gave Henry's hands a squeeze. "That doesn't mean you're responsible, Henry. You were understandably upset about what happened to your mother and you made a poor decision, but that doesn't mean you're responsible."

Henry hardly listened to anything the man was saying. Both of his mothers were murderers and now he was too. "I'm not sorry," he realized aloud, interrupting Archie mid-sentence. "I yelled at him for not being sorry but I'm not sorry. I'm glad he's dead." He pulled back, taking his hands from Archie's grip. "I'm not good, not if I hurt people and don't care. I'm a villain."

"Remember what we've been discussing in our sessions?" Archie asked gently. "That everything isn't black or white, hero or villain? That everyone makes bad choices sometimes? You were angry and you threw something. You didn't want him to be dead. You just wanted him to apologize for hurting your mother."

"But now I hurt someone, too. And maybe I'm not bad like he was but I'm still bad." Henry could see that soft look on Archie's face, the pity, and he didn't want to talk anymore. He turned and ran as fast as he could, knowing the therapist wouldn't catch him. He wove through the streets of Storybrooke, finally panting to a stop on his front porch.

Ruby came to the house almost an hour later, letting herself in and going upstairs to find that Henry had cried himself to sleep.

Regina stopped the car just before she crossed the town line, staring straight ahead at the Welcome to Storybrooke sign. She was gripping the wheel hard, and Emma gently reached over and pried her right hand from it so she could hold it.

"Don't be afraid," Emma urged her. "I'm right here."

Regina turned to look at her, offering a weak smile. "It's you I'm afraid for." She fiddled with the ring she'd given Emma, the emerald that matched those worried eyes looking at her. "I need you to promise me that you won't use magic."

Emma smiled back. "We're going to get the kid and go. No magic."

Regina took the back streets to get to her house, not wanting to have to face anyone unnecessary. She parked in the driveway beside Ruby's car, and as they made their way to the front door she noticed that Archie's car was parked on the street. Before she could find her keys, the door opened and Ruby stepped out.

"Hi," she said, looking utterly exhausted. "There's a little bit of a situation."