Dagian folded her hands together and stared at the papers in front of her, "How long will it take?"

Rumpelstiltskin sat next to her and handed her the pen, "Right money in the right pockets, it'll be processed by the beginning of the week."

She looked down, "That short of a time."

"Yes," He looked down, "Seems a bit cheap though. Everything we've been through ended with just two signatures."

She closed her eyes, she wasn't regretting this but…she didn't know…it really dawned on her that she was going to be alone now. Sure she had him, but it would never be the same. And really other than him, the closest thing she had to a friend was Archie and the Mills kid.

"You'll be there when I give birth?" she asked again.

"I'll be in the room if you wish it," he told her, "And after you give birth, I'll stay with you a few days to help. I'll sleep on your couch."

She tensed, she really didn't like putting herself with that temptation but she didn't want to have to take care of the baby all by herself, "Alright."

He looked down as she turned the papers over, "I AM sorry for everything I've done to you."

She nodded, "I'm sorry too."

His name was already signed. IT was his Storybrooke name but it was as good as his old one as far as Dagian was concerned. There…weren't really divorces in the Realms. The only way one could really obtain one is if they married someone else.

"You know, sometimes when I was asleep I'd see what our lives would've been like if the Dark One hadn't interfered and I'd have stayed.

He was pensive but he listened, she didn't talk about the things she'd seen while she was sleeping and really Rumpelstiltskin didn't want to KNOW what she'd seen.

"We'd have had twins after Bae," she said, "Two boys. And then a son after that and then I'd finally get my daughter."

He smiled slightly. He'd always wanted a big family but he was worried that with the poverty, he'd never be able to feed all of them. Before his mother died, she was pregnant four other times but the children were all either miscarried or stillborn. It had almost killed his father emotionally and Rumpelstiltskin didn't want to be like that.

"I wish we had that."

Pain crossed his face as he considered those times and how happy they would've been, "Was it all bad for you? Everything that happened after I brought you back?"

She shook her head, "Not all of it."

"But enough?"

Her silence was his answer, but after a few seconds she decided to speak, "At first it was horrible, the way you treated me. But then…after the assassination attempt and we actually started trying to be attentive toward each other, then it wasn't so bad. I think I was happiest those times the most when I was with you. When Bae forgave me, I was just…happy the whole time with him. I think there was a lot of fear and anger then, and while there was plenty of good times as well and I thank you so much for reuniting me with Bae…what we had was comfort but it wasn't a marriage."

He nodded, "But things will be different now."

"Yes," she said and opened the pen, "Things will be different now."

"Do you trust me?" he asked.

She looked at him, "Yes."

He'd gotten them this far, he better get through with it.

She took a breath and signed her name.

As soon as she put the pen down a flood of emotions took over and she started sobbing when she saw the ball that used to be Bae's. After her husband…or…ex-husband now she supposed had found out that August was lying, he'd brought it to the back so that it wouldn't be sold.

She didn't know if the emotions were relief or…disappointment or regret…maybe it was pregnancy hormones but she just started crying.

"Dagian," Rumpelstiltskin whispered and pressed his lips against her temple and embraced her, "It'll be alright."

She wiped her tears away and gathered herself together. She was fine, she'd always be fine. She'd survive; it always seemed to happen whether it was a solo or combined effort.

"Would you like me to walk you home?"

She shook her head, everything with the house hadn't cleared yet but Dagian had most of her things moved in there and the utilities were on. It was amazing how being married to the most powerful man in town could get you all sorts of things early.

"No," she said, "You got that call from August and you need to get Marco in here before he…shows up."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," she whispered, "I'll need some time to clear my head anyway."

He nodded, "I'll miss you."

"Well it's not like I'm going to be out of your life forever, I mean that never seems to happen."

"You know what I mean," he whispered and kissed her on the cheek, "I'll be along tonight, to check on you. Maybe bring some dinner…"

"That would be nice," Dagian agreed.

"Alright," he said awkwardly and held the backdoor open for her, when she walked through he grabbed her hand, "Dagian, I promise that no matter what I will protect you and the baby."

She nodded, "I know."

He rested his forehead on hers, "I love you."

Not in the pure love sense of course. That was over a long time ago, but he liked to think in his own way that he did love her. In their own way, there was SOMETHING that could be described as a type of love at least. They were going to be intertwined for the rest of their lives; they might as well feel something that wasn't blinding hate. He'd tried that, it didn't work.

She must've felt the same because instead of punching him in the face for declaring it right after divorce papers were signed, she put her hands on his shoulders, "I love you too."