BAM! It's been exactly a week. I'm sorry I haven't updated Haven't Met You Yet. I totally forgot I had a concert to go to last night and ended up getting way too drunk to finish the chapter. It's ALMOST done. I will probably be posting it tomorrow, but this one was already written, so you get it now!

We're definitely getting a little more insight on what happened with Emma in this chapter and what Regina's been thinking about all of this. It's about to get good

Chapter IV - Running Scared

January 1, 2011; 6 Months Ago

Nothing could bring Emma's mood down as she feels Regina's body cuddled into her side. It was just a couple short hours after she had proposed and the couple had to make a few needed phone calls before they decided they should probably get to sleep.

"Hey babe?" Emma asks, wondering if her fiancée was still awake.

"Hmm?" Regina mumbles into the skin of Emma's neck.

"You want kids, right? Like eventually?"

Regina lifts her head out of the crook of Emma's neck and opens her eyes tiredly. "Of course I do, sweetheart. Why?"

"I don't know." Emma shrugs. "I was just thinking like about baby names for some odd reason."

"Oh yeah?" Regina props herself up, her hand supporting her chin. "What were they?"

"Well like, if we ever have a girl, I kind of like the name Paige." Emma replies.

"That's cute." Regina smiles as she changes positions and rests her head on Emma's chest. "What about for a boy?"

"I thought we could name a boy after our fathers. I think Henry David sounds pretty awesome." Emma suggests.

Regina nuzzles her face into Emma's chest and wraps her arm around her waist. "I think that's a wonderful idea, babe."

"Henry David Swan-Mills." Emma smiles proudly. "That's absolutely perfect."

Present Day; July 7, 2011

Regina waits patiently for the door to open. She gently bounces on heels nervously when she hears the deadbolt click and the door swing open.

"Regina?" Mary-Margaret looks at the brunette in confusion. "What are you doing here?"

"Is Emma here?" Regina asks frantically, looking around the inside of the house.

"She'll be back soon. She went with David to the DOC to explain the situation and then they were going to David's precinct to try and get her a job there. Why? What's wrong?" Mary-Margaret asks as she leads Regina into the living room.

Regina pulls out her phone and shows Mary-Margaret the text message from Emma.

Emma: What do you think of the name Henry David?

"She remembered something, I think. It's a very minuscule piece of it, but we talked about what we would name our kids if we ever had them. We decided that if we had a boy we'd name him Henry David." Regina rushes out as she looks at the message again. "I- this can't be a coincidence right? Her subconscious and memories are trying to fight their way back."

"It could be. That's good right?"

Regina bites her lower lip and averts her eyes upward. "Is it selfish of me to want her to not remember everything?"

"Why wouldn't you want that?" Mary-Margaret asks, grabbing Regina's hand.

"Because a part of me really wants the Emma I fell in love with back, but not the Emma she became a few months ago..." Regina sighs loudly. "I know it's wrong of me to say that because she's my fiancée and I love her, but we wouldn't be in this situation if something hadn't changed. I know I can be a little much sometimes, but she just did like a complete 180 on all of us."

"I think it's understandable. I also know that you're under a lot of stress." Mary-Margaret sends a small smile. "It's hard being pregnant and then dealing with all of this at one time. I can see where you're coming from, not wanting Emma to remember certain things. You just want her to be back to how she was before."

"Exactly. But it doesn't stop me from feeling guilty that I feel this way." Regina shrugs. "I mean, I'm sure we're both to blame for what happened. But she wasn't really talking to me about what was going on outside of our lives, so I was completely left in the dark on what we could do to make it better."

"If only we knew."

Emma walks into the Warden's office, sighing loudly. She felt weird and out of place, wondering why she'd choose to work in a prison. When she started college, she was majoring in English and wanted to be an author, but never expected herself to become a correction's officer.

"Hey." Emma says, trying to get the man's attention. She looks at his desk and sees his name plaque. "Mr. Hyde?"

"Emma," Mr. Hyde smiles as he looks up at her. "You're back. We weren't sure if you were ever coming back."

"Uhm, actually that's what I wanted to talk to you about." Emma looks away. "May I sit?"

"You may." Mr. Hyde nods and points to the chair in front of his desk. "What can I do for you?"

"So, this is kind of shitty, but I need to resign. Full disclosure and all, but I kind of lost my memory and I do not believe I'm qualified to be a CO in the state of mind I'm in." Emma replies honestly. "It's a long story, but I can only remember my first few months of college."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. And I know you'll be missed. You were going places, here." Mr. Hyde says sadly.

"I was?"

"Yes. You were in line to be the next counselor for the prisoners. You showed great interest in kind of being their guide through these hard times. I remember telling you a couple weeks ago, right before your accident." Mr. Hyde nods.

"Oh wow... I didn't know."

"It was a quiet affair. We didn't want other CO's getting mad that you were getting promoted so quickly, but you were the best. Although, I do know the requirements for working longer hours was kind of stressing you out, since your fiancée is pregnant and all, but I was going to work with you on that." Mr. Hyde explains. "I'm sad to see you go, but if it is what's best, then I completely understand."

"I'm sorry, sir." Emma apologizes. "Thank you for understanding."

"Of course, Emma."

Emma goes to leave the room before turning on her heel and looking at her former boss. "Mr. Hyde?"

"Yes, Swan?"

"You said I was stressed about the longer hours... Was it obvious? Like, did you see some kind of change in me?" Emma asks curiously.

"Well, you definitely stood your ground with the inmates, you weren't a pushover and sometimes you got a temper. But CO's are under constant stress. It's just a part of the job." Mr. Hyde shrugs. "I did notice you didn't look as happy and radiant as you used to, but I figured it was due to the daily struggle of working in a prison."

"Oh, okay... Thank you."

"May I inquire why you asked such a question?" Mr. Hyde raises an eyebrow.

"I- I guess something changed in me, and it caused all of this mess... I'm just trying to blindly connect the dots so I can fix it." Emma sighs.

"Well, good luck."

Mr. Hyde and Emma say their goodbyes and Emma exhales loudly as she walks down the hallway back towards the main entrance of the building. It was really drab and Emma still can't believe this is where she used to work. These CO's around her were the people who she spent more time with than her own fiancée. If only she could remember something, anything.

"Whoa, Swan." A voice says from in front of her. Emma looks up at the man, her eyebrow raised in confusion. "I mean, we heard you got beat up pretty bad, but I didn't know Regina was that strong."

"I'm sorry, what?" Emma asks.

"You know...? What we talked about a couple weeks ago?" The man says and Emma's not following along at all. "You okay, Swan?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Emma says. "I- my memory is kind of fuzzy."

The man looks at Emma suspiciously. "So you didn't leave her and she didn't beat the crap out of you?"

"Wait, what? Why would I leave Regina?"

The Day Of The Accident; June 28, 2011

"Three. Two. One... GO!" Peter yells as they all clink their shot glasses together.

Emma throws back her shot and winces slightly as the alcohol burns her throat. "I got to get going soon."

"Aw, come on, Swan. Don't dip on us yet." Lily Page, another corrections officer, whines.

Emma rolls her eyes. "I have to. The last thing I need is to have a pissed off fiancée. I promised I'd be home by 9."

"But we're having fun." Peter interjects. "She has you on a tight leash, Swan. You gotta break free and live!"

"We're having a kid. I highly doubt that's being on a tight leash." Emma groans as she takes a swig of her newly served beer.

"You complain about it constantly at work. The only time you ever loosen up is when we go out." Lily shrugs. "You're so obviously stressed, I think MY hair is falling out just looking at you."

"Seriously, dudes... I'm fine, okay? Yes, I'm stressed, but I love Regina." Emma replies.

"Love is weakness, Swan. You've spent all of your party years in love and settling down." Peter says. "I personally think you need a break."

"No way." Emma shakes her head. "A) I love her, and yes, it's kind of taxing that she's been super needy and everything, but she's pregnant. And B) she'd fucking kill me if I ever left."

"I have to agree with Pan on this one, Swan. You're not happy, or at least don't seem like it. It just seems like you're doing everything and she's doing nothing." Lily scoffs.

"She's not doing nothing, guys." Emma defends. "And regardless of our problems, she's my fiancée and I'm sticking by her."

"You're young, Emma. You're honestly telling us you haven't thought about the freedom you'd get from leaving? You've never imagined what life would be like if you were single?" Peter asks.

"I mean, I have. But it never felt right." Emma shrugs. "She's a huge part of my life. I'm not just going to give that up because I'm young. I know that being with her is demanding right now because she's pregnant, but I really do love her. And even though she's been really overbearing, I'm not leaving her."

"You literally would rather spend time with us than with her. By this point in time, I'd assume you guys aren't fucking because she's 'never in the mood'. You feel neglected because you're trying to do everything for her just because she's pregnant. But you're not thinking about yourself." Lily lists. "Am I close?"

"Okay, yes. I am feeling neglected and this is exactly why I've been coming out with you guys more often. But once again, I love her and I'm not leaving her. It's just a road bump." Emma sighs.

"You know, Swan, you keep saying that you love her, but not once since we started hanging out have you mentioned being in love with her." Peter notes. "If you're not happy, you need to leave."

"It's not that I'm not happy, I am." Emma admits. "I'm just worn out. It'll pass."

"Dude, having a kid doesn't make it easier. It makes it worse." Peter rolls his eyes. "Trust me, I would know. Having a kid pretty much ruined my life. I felt so much better after I left my ex-wife. So carefree and happy. You should try it sometime."

"Yeah." Emma states sarcastically. "Because that'll go over well. I'm still not leaving her."

"We just care about you, Emma. And we want you to make the best decisions in life." Lily replies.

"And you think leaving my pregnant fiancée is the best decision?" Emma scoffs in disbelief.

"Well, yeah. It's obvious she's the reason for all of your problems recently." Peter says.

"It's just, maybe you thought you were ready for a kid because it was like right after you got engaged. But I honestly think you're scared of all of that commitment." Lily shrugs.

"I'm not scared of spending my life with her. I made this decision because it's the best decision."

"Then why are you constantly stressed out? Why do you always complain about your relationship?" Peter asks.

"Because I'm scared I'm going to fail as a parent and a wife, okay!?" Emma raises her voice. "I mean, I want to have kids with her, but this kind of just happened unexpectedly. And while I'm fucking ecstatic that we're having a kid, I'm terrified I'm not going to be good enough. What if I fail and I let her down? I can't do that to her and it's stressing me out because I don't know what to do. I want this life and kid with her more than I've wanted anything in my entire life, but I don't know if I'm ready."

"Then leave her before you can do anymore damage and before you become a prisoner to your emotions."

Present Time

"So I was scared I wasn't going to be a good enough parent or spouse?" Emma questions as Peter re-tells the story.

He just shrugs his shoulders. "I guess. I just thought all together you'd taken mine and Lily's advice and left. You weren't happy, or you didn't seem that way. I thought you were better off leaving her ass. She sounded like a total bitch."

Emma doesn't know where it came from, but the second the last word falls out of Peter's mouth, she feels the palm of her hand stinging from slapping him across the face.

"Jesus, Swan! The fuck was that for?" Peter hisses as he grabs his cheek.

"Don't talk about her like that." Emma growls as she points her finger in warning. "I may not have been the perfect fiancée, I may have gotten scared and fucked up my relationship. But you DO NOT get to talk about Regina like that."

"Okay! Jeez." Peter defensively puts his hands up. "Sorry."

Emma just rolls her eyes as she walks away from the CO. She checks out and heads out to the car, her chest heaving, her anger swelling. She didn't trust this Peter guy and wondered if he had twisted his story to make Regina out to be the bad guy. Or to make Emma think that what she had done was justified. But she knew it wasn't. She knew after hearing that story that she fucked up her relationship due to her own insecurities. She pushed Regina away because she didn't think she was ready for the crazy life of marriage and kids.

But the more Emma thinks about it, the more she can't get the thought out of her mind. The thought of her and Regina, married with their son. It makes her happy just picturing the scenario, and she only wishes whoever she became before the accident understood that that happiness was all she really needed. But she didn't. Old Emma became terrified of all of the sudden commitment and she fucked up the only good thing she had going for herself.

And she knew she needed to make it right.

Regina sits silently at the kitchen table with Mary-Margaret. They weren't talking, just sitting quietly trying to rack their brains on whether or they not they thought Emma's text indicated her memory was coming back. Mary-Margaret had called her doctor, but he didn't have much to say aside from the typical 'it could very well be that, but it's inconclusive as of right now'.

Regina's pulled out of her thoughts when she hears her phone vibrating against the table, looking down to see an incoming call from Emma.

"She's calling..." Regina says with hesitation.

"Put her on speaker." Mary-Margaret suggests and Regina nods.

She answers the call and puts her phone on speaker.

"Emma, hey."

'Hey...' Emma draws out. 'You busy?'

"Uh, no." Regina shakes her head, even though Emma can't see her. "What's up?"

'I need to talk to you. Please, it's important. Can I come over when I'm done at the station?'

Regina can hear the sense of urgency in Emma's voice and looks at Mary-Margaret for an answer. Mary-Margaret nods, her eyes telling Regina that she needed to talk to Emma.

'Regina?'

"Yeah, sorry. But yes, you can come over. When will you be done?"

'I can be there in thirty minutes.'

Emma holds her breath as she stands in front of their house. David had dropped her off and offered to stay, but Emma told her that she'd just grab a cab back her parents' place later. She raises her fist, getting ready to knock when it falls back to her side. She was nervous to see Regina. Especially after hearing what Peter had told her. How she seemingly flipped a switch because of the influence of her so-called friends. How she even considered leaving Regina before she lost her memory.

It ate her alive.

She musters up the courage and knocks on the door, instantly feeling like she should just leave when it swings open and there's her fiancée. Regina looks at Emma curiously while Emma just shoves her hands in her pockets and nods her head.

"Why did you knock? You have a key. This is YOUR house, too." Regina says as she lets Emma in.

"I didn't think it'd be cool for me to just waltz in here, since you know..." Emma replies as they walk into the living room and sit down. Emma nervously twiddles her thumbs as she stares at Regina. "I, uh, thanks for meeting with me."

"Of course. What did you want to talk about?" Regina asks with caution in her voice.

"I know why I became the way I did."

So Regina will finally learn the truth about what happened to Emma. But will everything be fine between them? Find out next time!