Dawn rested her head on her husband's shoulder and stared at the open closet, "Honey?"
"Hm?" he asked without opening his eyes.
"Honey, the closet door is open and I don't want to get up because I'm comfortable. Any chance you want to close it?"
"No. Go to sleep."
"Okay…just…always looks like someone's standing there," she said and tried to close her eyes, "Oh forget it."
She threw back the comforter and wrapped her husband's shirt that was at the foot of the bed around her torso.
"This house is freezing," she muttered as she walked and closed the closet door.
"Well honey, it's a big house."
"I think this is all a conspiracy," she muttered, "The house stays cold so that I'm more open to the idea of cuddling under covers with you."
"Of course darling," he said and wrapped his arm around her shoulders when she crawled back into bed, "But you know that I don't need a cold house to get you in bed."
"Now if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to seduce me. Again. For the third time tonight."
He grabbed her hand and kissed it, "Are you alright?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure? Did it feel…like a burden was being lifted off when you were talking?"
"A little I guess. She sat cross-legged on the bed and held his hand, "You know, I wish I'd run away instead of just…sitting there."
"There was nowhere you could've gone," he turned on his side, "Sometimes running away isn't the best option. Sometimes you come to regret that decision forever."
Dawn tilted her head, "Honey, you okay."
He snapped back to whatever memory he was having, "I'm fine, just some…memories."
Dawn turned on her side and felt her husband scoot in behind her; she blindly reached for his hand and pulled it over her body.
"I was very proud of you today," he whispered and kissed her cheek.
"Thank you for going with me," she said and then smirked, "If I didn't know any better than I would think you cared."
"I don't. I was just curious at what you had to say."
She smiled, "Archie's gonna be so happy to know that we're having progress made in our relationship."
"Woman."
She pulled the pillow under her head, satisfied that she'd gotten what she wanted in teasing him, "When we get up in the morning I'm gonna go gush in my diary about how my husband loves me now."
Once Upon A Time
Dagian wrapped some string around some herbs and stood on the footstool to hang them up.
"What are you doing?"
She looked down to see her husband in the entrance of the door.
"Well, darling I'm getting some things done."
"I can do that," he walked to her and held his hand out, she accepted it and stepped down off the footstool, "You shouldn't be doing all this manual labor, you're pregnant. What if…what if you fell?"
"Pregnant women have been doing a lot more than this for centuries darling. I have work to do and we can't afford for me to just take every precaution."
"I know, but some of the men talk about how this early in the pregnancy is one of the most difficult times…"
"Rumpelstiltskin-"
"And I don't want you to lose the baby."
"I know." She wrapped her arms around his neck, "But I can't sit around doing nothing all day because you find a risk in everything."
"I understand."
"However I should add that you being protective is rather sweet."
He kissed her, "I don't think I'm going to be a good father."
"You're going to make a great father."
"I don't even know how. Darling, do you know how many people approached me with how they raised their kids?"
She nodded, "It happens to me far more than it happens to you darling."
"And all their advice contradicts each other and I don't know which one is right."
"Well, that's for us to decide, not them."
He wrapped his arms around her, "What if we make mistakes and our child grows up to be a murderer."
"Our child is not going to be a murderer." She rested her hands on either side of her face, "We're going to be alright."
He was about to say something but stopped when he heard someone screaming in the village.
"What in heaven's name?" Dagian wondered.
Rumpelstiltskin started towards the front of the door just as a man in armor walked through.
Dagian stopped in her tracks when she saw him scan the room and his eyes settled on her and her stomach.
"What is the meaning of this?" Rumpelstiltskin demanded.
"Take him. Leave her."
"No!" Dagian yelled and rushed to her husband, "No. Please don't!"
She reached him and grabbed his arm. One of the other soldiers stepped forward, grabbed her by her shoulders and pulled her away, "Don't make this any harder than it has to be."
Rumpelstiltskin shot a panicked look toward her, "I don't understand. What's happening?"
"By order of the Duke of the Frontlands you are to be recruited for the Ogre wars."
Dagian struggled hard against the guards, "Please don't take him! Please we're going to have a baby."
One of the men grabbed her, "Do you honestly think you're the first mother I've pulled the husband away from? You need to calm down and think of your baby. Because if you don't then you might lost both of them."
She pulled free and raced out the door. There was a wagon out in the middle of the village where most of the men were being herded. She saw Baelfire and Daius being forced in there and raced past the soldiers into her husband's arms.
"I love you," she whispered and held onto him tighter when one of the soldiers reached her, "Please come back to me."
"I will."
She let the soldiers pull her away and tried to keep from crying, "Promise me."
"I promise."
She let the guard lead her away from the wagon and turned so that he couldn't see her cry.
"Please just…" she looked at the man, "Tell me what's happening."
"We'll tell you in a few minutes," he said and then looked out where the rest of the women and elders were crying and trying to get to their loved ones, "May the gods forgive us for this."
Present Day
Dawn was more than certain that she'd just dropped off to sleep when the phone on the nightstand rang.
"Honey?" she muttered.
"It's your phone," he told her tiredly.
"It's on your nightstand."
He sighed and answered it, "There better be a good reason why you're calling my wife in the middle of the night."
"I don't think I like the implications of that, sweetie," she muttered.
He turned back towards her and held the phone to her face, "It's Sidney."
"Great," she accepted the phone.
"I thought we had an agreement," he muttered, "No men calling you in the middle of the night, especially work or I'd divorce you."
"No you won't. I know too much," she put the phone against her ear, "Now Sidney, you promised."
She tried to focus to what Sidney was saying against the exhaustion and her husband kissing the back of her neck.
When he finally got around to what he was calling about, she sat straight out of bed, "What?"
"What is it?"
"Thanks Sidney," she hung up the phone and put her hand over her mouth.
"Dawn?"
She turned to him and took his hand, "Sheriff Graham died tonight."
