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When they get back to Storybrooke and their family welcomes them all, even including Rumple (because he is Henry's grandfather), they all scatter and go each to their own business.

It's almost dawn. Belle and Rumple go together hand in hand to the shop. Belle has been taking care of that place in those weeks and had Henry's help her from now and then. Rumple sees the place now and knows Belle cared for him even when he wasn't there. He had his doubts, but knowing she was around his things for all that time makes him realize she really missed him while he was gone.

He was stupid enough to have a doubt on his mind. He needs to let that go. Belle will always love him, he should know better than to think otherwise. He crosses his heart at that very moment, looking Belle in the eyes, promising himself that he would never ever hurt her again.

Not a day in his life that he wants to see his wife crying or offended because of him. She's the most important thing. She's been that for a long time. His family is the only thing that matters. He looks at her, says nothing. But Belle knows what's on his mind, and her soft skin touches his.

On the other hand, Charming and Snow head back home with baby Neal. They aren't sure whether Henry is staying with both of his mothers, or if Emma is coming with him to stay at the apartment. They said they'd wait for the three of them to decide, with Regina, that is. And for now they'll leave them. Even Snow knows when to give them some space.

What exactly is going on with Regina and Emma is confusing. On the one hand, they were eventually fine in New York, but on the other hand, they are supposed to go to sleep now, and they haven't decided yet exactly what would they do about it.

Both of them know they need to talk about it. But, does it have to be now? Emma and Henry are basically living at Regina's place already. They've been sleeping there for a while, even if Henry wasn't exactly aware of that all the time.

But if they come, won't Regina think it means Emma's accepting her proposal to move in? And if she does think that way, what is really the big deal?

Although, both of them know they do need to talk to Henry about moving in together. What's it going to be for tonight? Someone needs to break the ice because it's starting to get awkward.

"Um, mom," Henry looks at Regina, "are we going to stay at the mansion tonight?" Obviously meaning Emma and him together.

Regina looks at Emma first, then answers "Yeah, sure. You are more than welcome," She looks at him and then before saying her last words she shifts her look and locks her eyes with Emma's, "you know it's like your second home."

Emma doesn't say anything and makes no faces. What is really the big deal? They were fine in New York; they're supposed to be fine. And why is Emma worried about moving in? Why, really?

She knows she loves Regina. But it's a mystery even to her, because she wants to, but… she doesn't? No; no, probably just afraid. She never shared a home with a guy before, even with Neal it was just them running all the time. They planned on settling down but fate pushed to the other direction. It never works the way Emma wants it to.

But, yes, she's going to do that with Regina. She does want to, and she knows Henry wants it too. They just need to talk it out. Shake off her insecurities. She's a woman that has lived alone her whole life, but that's going to stop now. She has a family. She knows that.

What could possibly go wrong? Fate is crap. She shouldn't believe anything other than themselves can determine whether or not they get to be happy.

After a night at Regina's, all of them wake up early. Regina and Emma were distant all night, even with them sharing a bed, it felt… cold. But both of them know they don't want it to be like that. After Henry goes to school they'll sit down and talk about it. They can't push it anymore; it's like a dead end.

He leaves and the moment he does both of the women exchange looks. They go to the living room; they are sitting right in front of each other, like they do most of the time. They always have conversations that way. That living room in Regina's mansion is their place.

In the cold they light up a fire and they sit by the fireplace to get warm together. When it's already warmer they just hang out on the sofa and talk about all the things they do together. When they sit there, both of them just know they are thinking about that time they did it on the couch. They can't stop thinking of each other's bodies under those cloths.

Both of them long each other's taste, the taste of berries in the forest, the taste of sugar lips and cinnamon. They want to get so close they'd be able to scent each other's perfume. They want to touch the other's hands, their back, and their cheeks. They want to feel body warmth. They long it. They desire it.

They sit in front of each other; they look each other in the eyes. It's one of their games alright. Who will be the first woman to talk?

None of them wants to give in, they both have their pride. But they're also sick of their ego. They wish they could just speak up, let go of it already. It started out as just teasing each other, but when they don't speak it just turns into a fight after a little while.

"I'm sick of these games."

The other woman looks at her, surprised she dared to speak up her mind.

"I'm sick of it, Emma, what are we, in kindergarten? These games are… dumb. It's either we're going to say what's on our minds or we just end up hurting one another. I want you to talk to me, and I'm not about to wait and see who's the first one to open her mouth."

"Okay," Emma replies a little hesitated, "fine, you're right."

"So, I guess… I just want to understand if you want to move in here, like we discussed. Just, say that you do, Emma. I mean, you practically live here already. You and Henry have been sleeping in the mansion every night in the past few weeks. All your clothes are in here, damn," she starts to get passionate about her choice to speak up her mind.

"You even have your favorite mug from Mary Margaret's here, in my kitchen. So, just please say that you want to move in here. So I could call it our kitchen. And please, don't freak out. I just want you to be happy. I want us to be happy together."

"I'm… I'm… not freaking out," the blonde mumbles, "I do want to move in with you, Regina. I just… I'm sorry." She raises her voice a little, but she manages to sound softer. She can feel her blood rushing to her cheeks, "I'm sorry I made you play these games. I'm sorry I was too proud to let you know how I feel. I love you, you know that."

Emma pauses for a few moments and takes Regina's palm, "I think we should tell Henry to get his last few things and that'll be it. I love you Regina, and I want this place to be our home. It is our home. What I feel about you is the only thing that matters, plain and simple."
"You don't think we should let Henry know before we just tell him to get his things?"

"Please, I bet he knows our plans already. And he loves this place, he wouldn't have a problem. I do believe however, that my mother is gonna get touchy."

"I love you too, Emma."

"Damn it, I'm gonna be late for work!" The Sheriff says as she puts on her favorite red jacket.

"Oh, I should probably go to the store, I'm short on a few ingredients."

"What, don't you ever have to work, Madam Mayor?"

"Nah, I just took a couple of weeks off. I've got my assistant to cover for me. I guess being a Mayor isn't that important when there are no monsters in town."

"Well, if you trust your assistant enough to let him do that... sure. I thought you weren't the type to miss work days for no reason." She says it so casually. "So, I'll go to the station for a couple of hours and I'll be back for my lunch break. You'll be here, right?"

The Mayor says, "yes," so the Sheriff leaves after blowing her a kiss. Regina remains surprised at how easily Emma just practically stated that she knows what Regina's like. She really never misses work; she never thought anyone noticed that. But Emma probably spent enough time around her to pay attention.

Emma is like that. She pays attention to the small things. Nobody else does that, though. Nobody else cares about Regina enough to know her schedule. No one's ever cared enough about her… and that thought makes Regina's cheeks get more of a pink color.

When the blonde crosses the road she's on her way to visit Gold's shop, she usually likes to check in on her friend in the mornings, because she knows her husband is out of town and this fact makes Belle a mess.

When Emma reaches the store she notices the sign "closed". Then she recalls Gold is back in town so they are probably together. The one thing she didn't think of was that they might just be busy over there.

She got closer to the window and heard Belle yelling. At first she couldn't realize what she was saying, but then when she looked inside she could see Gold on the floor with Belle on top of him.

Emma couldn't keep watching them. She knows it's all too wrong. But she could hear Belle's loud voice, and it was awkward, because she's her friend. But that sight…

Emma turned around and backed the store's window. She ducked right afterwards. Oh please don't let them see me, Emma was thinking to herself, because she didn't manage to back the window without making some noise.

She couldn't look. It's too much. But she still heard the brunette's voice in her head. These moans. "Oh my God, I can't be here," she whispered under her breath for herself only to hear. She didn't picture Belle on her mind, she pictured another brunette. Actually, no, the hair Emma saw in her head was a little darker.

She was thinking about her Mayor. Oh, that Queen. Her moans, were… something else altogether. This thought left her no choice…

Regina opened the door of the mansion. Before she could say another word, the blonde in front of her started kissing her.

"I'm horny, Regina, I'm horny. I need you. Do me."

Regina's eyebrows rose, and before she could open her mouth to give an appropriate response, Emma slammed the door and took off her jacket while pushing Regina against the wall.

Regina started undressing Emma. "Do you, huh?" She lowered her jeans and then her panties, and Emma did the same to her lover's tight skirt. They kissed each other passionately; they tasted each other's lips. Emma felt fresh and hot, with a taste of cinnamon, still prominent from her morning cocoa.

Regina tasted like black coffee, their tongues clashed in each other's mouth, filled with desire for the other woman. Regina and Emma tried to unbutton their shirts as quickly as they could. Emma pushed Regina against the wall and started touching her where she knew it makes her spurt.

"Emma," the brunette started with a low voice that indicated just how much she is desperate for oxygen, but even more for her lover's touch, "don't… stop…" she paused again as she tries to catch her breath, she can't speak, yet she tries with a broken voice, "do it again."

And when Emma just keeps teasing her Regina says no more. It's her time to push back. She opens her eyes and her sharp look focuses on Emma's body. She sees her in front of her and decides to push her against the floor. "You know what? It's my turn."

She takes off Emma's black bra, she's on top of her, she kisses her neck, and their palms are tied together as one against the floor. Regina's lips touch Emma's breasts and her teeth torture her.

Regina's touch is hell for Emma Swan. She just wanted to feel her, and now she's in trouble. What was so wrong about just being satisfied with thinking about her, picturing her? She could figure it out on her own, but no, she wanted Regina's touch. She still does. But this… this is torture. Her teeth against her nipples are sharp. She can't handle it. But she wants it so badly.

She can't admit it, but she does love it. Regina's touch is all she wants.

"Please, just…" the blonde moans herself, "keep, going."

Regina's tongue touches Emma's stomach. She goes down. Not enough.

Her fingers are in the right place, but her touch is light as a feather and obviously not enough for Emma to feel something. Regina's tongue is on Emma's bellybutton, she keeps going down. And a little downer.

And then it's just the right place for her tongue to be. But she just tortures her a bit more with that idea. She rises up and looks into Emma's eyes one last time before asking, "You want me to do it?"

"Huh. Yes."

"Yes what? You want me to do it? I don't understand; speak louder, Emma, please." Regina says as she thrusts her thumb closer to the right spot. "Yes?"

"Yes, please, Regina. Do it," the blonde says, grasping the brunette's hair as much as she can without hurting Regina, even though it's probably not that calculated at the moment.

Regina knows her business with that tongue. Oh, she knows it exactly.

Emma's moan is so loud that Regina is even surprised. She squeezes her palm so strong it's probably red. Their blood is hot as the sun, their bodies are one. Both of them are so wet. They long each other's touch. They get exactly what they want.

They know each other so well. It has been months since their first time together, and since then they have realized how to make it even better for the next time. Steamy as they can. Always sensing each other's breath, feeling their heart beating in their chests. It's intoxicating.

Their relationship is not about a need. It's not only about a desire either. It's just about their love, their choice. They choose each other, because they know each other more than anyone in the world. Because they want each other more than anything.

Their family is the most important thing in the entire world. Their love is true, and it's the most powerful thing these two women have. Their feelings are the truest thing on earth. Now they know it, because they can feel each other. And it's not hopeless. It's the best feeling ever.

They touch each other, and the fire inside them lights the darkness. Both of them shared a past of worries, they did not have the simplest life. But they can put anything behind them when their fire burns inside.

Their love is the fire within them. And they don't need anything but that fire to create a better life. It burns them inside, but when it gets out it just feels like a warm hug. And it's the best feeling ever.

When they finish and put on their clothes, Regina is still a little bit confused. "I won't say it isn't good. I mean, you're welcome at any time, I'm glad, but, what was that? It was quite sudden."

"I'm just… you better not know. I was horny."

"Well, yes, you said that, dear."

Emma kisses Regina goodbye, "I really do need to get to the station!" and gets out of the mansion as quickly as she came.

"How am I gonna get to the store like that… ugh." Regina muttered to herself, making herself laugh afterwards.

After coming back from the store Regina Mills knows she's basically got nothing to do. There is no rational explanation for her need to just stay home. She needed some time alone, but after a few hours it's clear that she is desperate for company.

Being alone leaves Regina thinking, and she can't have that happening now. It's been too good of a day to ruin with her darkest thoughts.

She'd hate to bother her friend right after reuniting with her husband, but she gave them a couple of days, that's alright, isn't it?

Plus, Regina and Gold don't get along anyway, so it's not like there's a relationship to mess between the two of them.

On the phone, Belle actually said she'll come and meet Regina. She is actually ready to leave her husband for a couple of hours for Regina.

"I'm here," Belle shouts behind the door, "please open, Regina!"

As the latter does, she welcomes her and they both go to the kitchen. Regina wants another coffee, and Belle prefers to drink tea at any time for some reason.

They seat near the kitchen counter and Belle starts to talk about her "reunion" with her husband. She is a sexual person, even though she doesn't really look like it. She's "an animal" in bed, and that phrase makes her think about the other animal Regina saw today. That one wasn't on a bed, though.

"At one point I thought I noticed someone going by the shop and looking at us. I mean, it must have been like an hour ago or something like that. Someone smacked the windows but then no one was there. It was probably just a kid or something."

An hour ago?

Emma walks by Gold's shop by foot on her way to the station. Oh my God. That pervert. How could she?

"Oh, that's nice." Well, what are you supposed to say when you learn that your girlfriend just fucked you after watching your best friend having sex? That's nice. (And I'm ashamed and a horrible person).

"When Emma comes back, I'm gonna show her alright."

"Show her what?"

Did I just say that out loud?

"Aren't you two having mind-blowing sex yourselves?"

"Sure, I'm gonna need to show her some new tricks. You know, to spice things up. I'm a bit of an animal myself," Regina blushes a little; she wasn't quite ready to let Belle know about those things. She got drifted away with her own thoughts that she couldn't stop saying weird unnecessary things. What the hell am I doing!

As Emma comes back from her short day at work; Regina's pout is waiting for her.

"So what is it I gather? You got horny because of someone else and I was the one to just help you get there? Seriously?" Regina asks, angrily.

"What, how the hell did you 'gather' it?"

"Belle told me someone knocked on their window while they were having sex. Just when you were passing by, and coming back home horny to me, urging me to 'do you'."

"It's so cute that you're jealous, Regina, but trust me, I was not thinking about Belle French-Gold when I made you come."

"Are you sure about that? You don't want to mess with me 'lady'," Regina says as she approaches Emma with a smirk, "I might be horny too. If I'm angry… it won't end well!"

"Oh, I'm sure," says Emma, as she undresses Regina once more.

Cuddled in the bedroom, under the blanket, tucked between the sheets, Regina and Emma share the warmth of their bodies. Naked together, breathing against the other's skin. It's almost the usual deal between the two of them.

"You know, lately I started feeling a bit worried," Regina begins, "it's not about us, Emma," she calms her down because she can tell the blonde already wishes to intervene. "It's got to do with… I don't know. You'd probably think I'm insane." Regina checks Emma's look from where she's rested on her chest.

"Even I think that's a bit insane."

"Oh?" Emma sounded interested. She rose above Regina's warm skin to meet her eyes in a worried gaze. "What is it?"

"I just have this awful feeling that something's going to go wrong. I have this feeling. I don't really know why. I think something not entirely good is coming."

"I don't think that's insane, Regina, I just think that's not true." Emma takes her palm from under the fabrics and cups it with her own, "I think that you're too worried about things."

Regina's lips part in a small sigh and her body automatically wants to distant itself from her. "Don't get me wrong," Emma corrects, "I don't mean to disrespect your feelings, and I just think that because you've had too much failure in your life you're just waiting for things to go batshit any time it just begins to work out."

"And I don't mean to disrespect you, but I really think that you should shut up about it." Regina takes off the blanket and finally splits her hand from Emma's. She gets up and takes her robe. She covers herself as if she wants to punish Emma and not let her see her naked body ever again. And gets out of the room.

"Please, I didn't mean to offend you, Regina," Emma exclaimed, sending her hand to grasp Regina's wrist only to be a millisecond too late to manage to do so. "Come back!"

Emma gets up herself and leaves the bed after Regina. Not bothering to put on any piece of clothing, knowing that no one is expected to be there besides Regina, and the latter loves to see her in her full glory.

"Please, Regina, I know this must be important to you, but don't you think I'm right?"

Regina only walked away because it was too hard to admit to Emma that she's probably right. To hear her telling her that she's only feeling that way because she's afraid? That's something Regina's ego can't take at that point. She's worried because she has a reason to.

"Why would you even go to that direction if it's not the reason I said?"

Regina echoed that question in her mind, turning around to face Emma with one leg already on the lower step. "You can't possibly believe that you can dismiss everything that I feel just by saying that it's probably because I'm afraid." Stupid ego.

"Remember I said something was wrong with Henry? And the next day we found out he was lying to us about meeting his friends. As much as you want to believe that you have this 'superpower' for lies, maybe sometimes you're wrong. Maybe sometimes I'm the one who's right with her feelings? Did you ever get to think about that?"

"On the chance that I might awfully sound like my mother with this one, maybe this time I just choose to believe that you're not right. Okay, Regina?" She started almost yelling at her, "Maybe sometimes I'd like to feel like things are just going to be fine." She sighed.

Emma brows clenched. She put her hand to rest on the handrail. "I just want to believe that you're wrong about this one because I don't want to worry unless I really have to. You know, it's been months since a monster came back to this town and wreaked havoc on all of us, and I feel totally okay with that. I don't need any more mess in my life. Finally you and I are on good terms. I don't want to worry for no reason."

She continued, "And I just don't think that you should worry instead of me. I believe you that you feel that way and I even understand that. But, could you just let it go? For me… please? Could you try?"

Regina examined Emma's eyes, she seemed worried, but after a blink she turned her back and went down the stairs. "I could. But maybe I'd just worry for the both of us."

"Fine, Regina," Emma snapped, "but when nothing happens, don't come telling me that you were wrong." She goes back to the bedroom and shuts the door as hard as she can to make sure Regina knows just how angry she is.

After a few hours of sealing herself in the bedroom with her thoughts alone, Emma decides to head out and make amends with Regina. The moment her finger meets the door handle, she hears a knock on the front door.

Someone uninvited comes to their home. Just after Regina expressed her worries. Emma gets out of the room to see Regina's worried look from downstairs. She knows she was right. If it were Henry he would have just got inside, he's got a key. It's not him.

"Stay back," Regina orders Emma, "I can sense some magic."

Emma has her own magic, she can feel something is wrong as well, but she can't control hers as well as Regina, so she gets back to their room to get her gun after nodding as a sign of agreement. Thank God they at least agree on how to operate in those situations.

When Regina opens the door Emma can tell something isn't right, the brunette just keeps standing still, and her look is cold as if she's seen a ghost. Emma rushes down the staircase as in wanting to save Regina from some evil force, but just when she's about to set foot near her, Regina manages to say out loud, "Robin?"

And in that moment Emma can feel her heart racing even faster. There's no reason any of them should fear Robin Hood. He is a ghost from the past, but he's no reason to be afraid.

So why the both of them are?

"Hi Regina!" Roland says, suddenly catching Regina's focus and making her smile after seeing his cute dimples after weeks.

"What are you doing here?" Regina asks him after a couple of silent moments and a long gasp. He seems just fine. Roland is acting like a monkey for no apparent reason, which means he's perfectly fine too. What reason could he have for getting here, at Regina's doorstep?

It's hard enough to get inside Storybrooke on its own, why bother? Whatever magical thing was it that helped him get inside this town? What could possibly happen to make him do that?

"Regina, I need to talk to you," he begins, but after he sees Emma approaching his direction in her tight jeans and a half-transparent tank top, he starts to mumble under his breath.

Regina can tell he's intimidated by Emma; she turns half of her body around to give her a funny face without the Hood boys being able to see it. Emma understands Regina is startled and doesn't know what to do, she gets her. That's one sign.

She takes over, "Um, why don't you guys come in? I can make you some cocoa," she looks at Roland who barely ever spent any time with her, smiles at his direction and reaches to his palm to lead him to the kitchen. A little smile shows on his face again.

In the mean time Robin follows Regina to the living room; she still senses something is off. "How did you even get back here?" she has this weird feeling like two dark eyes are trying to roast her back and kill her.

Well, not really. Sort of.

It is just a feeling. Perhaps Emma was right; perhaps it is just an exaggeration. Why would Robin be a threat? He's just a nice man Regina met in a forest. He has also helped them before. Belle, her best friend, she knows him. He is a good person.

"Why did you come back, Robin? Does this have anything to do with Marian?"

"No, I… it doesn't matter Regina," just like that, dismissing all of her feelings and her need for an explanation. Something she knows all too well from the entire course of her life. "I just need to tell you something. Look,"

And Regina cannot figure out just why but she can't stand his face anymore. She knows nothing good is gonna come out of this situation. It can't possibly be good. He's acting weird, and her heart is not even a bit excited about him being there.

"I want you to know that I still love you, Regina. I think we made a mistake, Regina." He thinks of her visit to his apartment in New York again, the way Emma held Regina's palm. And now, the way she looked when she stepped next to Regina… "That's the reasonable thing to do. I know it's not honorable," he says that because he can tell by her face that she's not comfortable, "but it just makes sense. It's our destiny,"

And when Emma hears that word from the back of the kitchen she must keep listening. This guy is a jackass. Regina would not follow what a damned pixie dust destined for her, right?

"You're my soul mate. Not Marian. You are the one true love I will forever have. Don't you see? I was thinking about it, really giving it a thought – you and I are meant to be. We need to be together. I'm the guy with the tattoo you saw back then. We shouldn't mind anyone else. I know it's painful to hear, I just don't think there's another choice. We would end up being miserable without each other. I know that Regina. I don't want you to be miserable because of me."

He really thinks my life is ruined because he left with his wife? That period was over months ago.

"Do you really not love her?" Regina asks him back. Of all the things she could've told him, she asks him about whether or not he loves Marian? Emma wonders when she hears her words.

"What? Regina, I'm trying to-"

"No, answer me," she cuts him mid-sentence, "do you love Marian, yes or no?"

"I… Regina…"

"Do you?"

"I… don't. I do not love Marian. What does that have to do with anything?"

"What does that have to… really? Don't you think it matters? Don't you at least care about her as the mother of your child? Or, children should I say. Isn't she pregnant? You should just leave and go play family with her. It's for the better."

"Is this about Emma?"

"What, Robin. What?"

"Is this about her? It really is, isn't it? Are you a lesbian now?" he asks demanding to know, but whispers it so no one else would hear, as if it's an insult to her.

"What the hell? No, Robin, of course I'm not a lesbian." She says to him. Trying to not raise her voice and not make a fuss out of it.

Emma, on the other hand, still tries to listen to them, not so successfully now. Whispering is not her strong side, not while trying to make a little kid occupied.

"What is it, Emma?" Roland makes sure everything is just fine.

"Oh it's okay little boy, don't worry." She says, just when she herself worries the most. She hears Regina starting to raise her voice again.

"Though I am starting to wonder why I ever thought I could love you. You know what; if you really don't love Marian, leave her the hell alone. She can do better than you."

Robin reaches Regina; he grabs her, "No Regina, please, I love you. You love me!" and then he tries to kiss her.

In that moment Regina can't take it anymore. She pushes him, his back against the wall. It was stronger than she intended, it also made a little crack sound. She probably used her magic without being aware of it.

What the hell is wrong with him, she tells herself. She's looking down at her own hands because she doesn't understand why wasn't she able to control her own emotions like she usually can. Her brows are clenched, she's almost shuddering.

How come a man she thought she loved changed his behavior over night? Maybe it wasn't over night, maybe it was always there… and she was just blinded by wanting to achieve her fate so much, that she just didn't notice that in him.

Maybe he isn't a hero after all; perhaps the destiny issue is all a stupid thing that needs to be washed off of her life.

After hearing that noise Emma comes back to check on them with Roland on her back. Truly a monkey. Regina shifts her eyes towards Emma's location with a troubled expression on her face.

"Is everything good in here?" Emma sees Robin trying to grasp the wall behind him, "Come on Roland," he says as Emma puts him back down, "we should leave."

"What the hell was that Regina? Are you alright?"

"Yes," she says first but it sounds unconvincing even to her, "no, I don't know."

"This guy's weird." An awkward silent is still in the room and Regina's look is focused back at her hands. "Sorry. Don't mind me. What's with your hands, Regina? What just happened? Why did you push him?"

"I…" she stops and stares at Emma, "I don't know. He said he wanted me back, that he doesn't love Marian, the he loves me and that I'm his soul mate," and Emma can feel her heart aching just because of these words, it's different to hear it coming from Regina's mouth. "He tried to kiss me. I don't know. I pushed him."

Emma is trying to hold Regina, to support her, "No, I didn't. Just my hands did. I couldn't control my magic, Emma. I don't know why. It scares me, I…" she feels her tears gathering inside her eyes, her voice is broken.

"Shh, don't worry about that." Now she really hugs her, and tries to calm her down. "You didn't want to kiss him back. He was forcing himself on you, Regina. It's okay that you were emotional," she just hopes to God that her words are consistent with the reality. But they have to be, because she knows Regina doesn't love Robin anymore. "It's fine. Just breathe."

"It is bad news Emma. He's not what he used to be. Or… I don't know. I thought he was different. Emma, I can feel it's not going to end well."

Maybe there was something to what Regina said. Maybe her worries are true. They are. "I guess I should've listened to you, Regina. I'm sorry I angered you. I'm sorry I didn't trust you," she brushes Regina's chin with her finger pads and draws her closer to her. Her lips part, "I love you Regina. I want you to know that you have my back. Whatever happens, I'm here. I'll forever be here for you."

She parts her lips again after a pause, and she meets Regina's. Their kiss is small but it's powerful. It's also tearful because Emma knows what Regina must feel right now.

Emma's worried, although she's very good at hiding that. She wants to make Regina feel like she's got this covered. Regina still has tears from her own insecurities, but she doesn't stop crying because Emma makes her more emotional than anything else in the world.

Their tears are colliding now not just because they are so physically closed to each other, but also because they are mentally so understanding and devoted that they almost become one when they touch each other.

They say that people who can share an emotion any time or any place are people who really share a true love. They've shared the same course of miserable life, but they rose above it, each separately, but now that they're together they don't have to go through things alone anymore. They can be emotional together.

They share a similar past; they'd hopefully share a future together. They share this moment and they'll cherish it, because it is everything. Everything that matters is them. That family.

And Robin Hood? He's nothing.

Compared to their family, anything becomes nothing at all. If he does turn out to be someone else entirely, if he turns out to be a danger – you can trust the two of them to figure it out.

And just when they're about to part their lips, Henry twists the front door's handle.

"I'm home!"

No, the three of them, actually – that is the only thing that matters.

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