It wasn't even ten minutes after Dagian told Rumpelstiltskin that Regina had been there that she heard a loud pounding at her door.

"Gods," she muttered, "I told him that she didn't hurt me."

She opened the door and he stormed in, "Did she touch anything?"

"Hello to you too," Dagian muttered and shut the door behind him.

He turned to her, his eyes were wild and angry and Dagian thought for a second that she was really glad Regina hadn't passed him on the way home. Henry didn't need to see what he was going to do to her.

"Did she touch anything?" he asked with clenched teeth.

Dagian met his steely gaze, "No."

"You watched her?"

"She didn't even get in the door."

Rumpelstiltskin nodded drew a shaking hand through his hair. Dagian watched him quietly as he had his little mental breakdown.

He leaned heavily on his cane and rested his other hand on the side of her face, "You're alright?"

"I'm fine," her hand went to the baby, "W-we're fine."

The fear dissolved and it was replaced by anger, "You know when I told you not to go near Regina, I would think that you'd realize inviting her adopted son over for milk and cookies was something you didn't do."

"He came over, I put him to work. What, did you just expect me to let him wander around town by himself? What kind of concerned citizen would I be if that happened?" she realized how careless that sounded and sighed, "I didn't mean to keep him there for this long."

"And she knows that you remember?" he demanded, "Wonderful Dagian, there's nothing protecting you now."

"Are you going to let me tell you what happened, or aren't you?" she demanded, "Come sit down."

He did so and Dagian threw another log on the fire. She pulled herself on the couch next to him and tucked her legs under her.

Everything came spilling out; the plan she tried to hatch so that Regina would be distracted, the 'deal' she made that she had no plan of keeping…she told him everything. And as she talked, his face became more and more set and she knew she'd most likely screwed up.

"I can think of about a hundred things that could go wrong," Rumpelstiltskin told her, "There are too many variables for this to work like you want it to."

Despite the fact that she'd called him here partly for his advice she found she was getting angry, "Well I'm sorry I couldn't think of a flawless plan like you usually do, but I was sort of put on the spot."

"Still," he said and put his hand on her stomach absentmindedly while he was thinking, "It's not a completely hopeless plan. Do you mind if I help?"

"I don't care," she said and felt her baby move against her father's touch, "I was only coming up with something to divert her attention and I have a feeling that you'll do it anyway."

He sighed and studied her face, "Is the boy in on your plan?"

"No, he was in the car."

"Hm," he said and then broke out into a smug look, "I can't believe you pulled this off."

She felt the heat crawl up her neck, "Are you amazed or something?"

He smirked, "Aroused actually."

Dagian scowled, "You're going there? Really?"

Rumpelstiltskin feigned an innocent look, "You asked. To be perfectly honest, if I knew you were capable of making plans that quickly, I'd have fought harder to keep you."

"Yes," she said, "And instead of creating new siblings for Lily and Bae, we'd be up rubbing our hands together and twirling our invisible mustaches at our plans and how fantastic we were."

"Oh darling, you're wrong," he said, "We'd rub our hands together, twirl our invisible mustaches and then we'd create new siblings for Lily and Bae."

Dagian scowled at his victorious smirk. This was his game now. He liked to try to see how far he could go with what he said to her. Dagian suspected that it was more teasing than it was flirting but she didn't look at any part of him other than his face to see which theory was true.

"Have you eaten?" she asked.

"No, I never eat when I'm at the shop."

Dagian sighed, they weren't divorced three days yet and he was already failing to take care of himself, "I'll make you some dinner."

He stood up to follow her to the oven where some of the casserole still sat that she'd made for herself and Henry, "I miss this."

"Miss what?" Dagian asked and started putting it on a plate for him.

"Us. You," he looked towards her living room, "It's quite a difficult thing to wake up in the night, reach for your wife and remember she's not there when you find the empty pillow next to you."

Dagian averted her gaze. He was lonely, she understood that. Many times she woke up expecting to find his arms around her before she remembered they weren't married anymore, "Things have changed now, we have to get used to that."

He studied her, maybe he was looking for some hint of a desire or love that remained, she wasn't sure.

Dagian wrapped her blanket around herself to ward off the chill as his eyes seemed to see right through her. He rested a knuckle against her face, "I want to stay here tonight."

She sighed, "Rumpelstiltskin-."

"I give you my assurances that I will keep my hands and words to myself," he promised her, "I just…"

Dagian tilted her head when he hesitated, "Yes?"

"I just want you to be safe."

"Regina won't trust me if she sees your car at my house."

"We don't know that Regina trusts you anyway," he reminded her, "And I'd rather be here anyway just to make sure. If she gets suspicious then you can just tell her that you're playing me. After all, I have money and power where…if you want to then you can tell him that you're scared I'll have Lily taken away from you."

Dagian flinched and he furrowed his eyebrows, "You don't have to worry Dagian, I already gave you my word that I wouldn't do that."

"And you think that she'd trust me if she thought I was playing both sides."

Rumpelstiltskin's hand went to her stomach again and she automatically put her hands on top of his, "Dagian," he said after a second of silence, "I think she of all people will understand how far one will go if they think they're protecting their children."

Dagian lowered her head, "I'll warm you up some supper. You can spend the night if you wish."

She stood and walked back to the kitchen, she didn't want him to know that while she was dragging her feet, she was feeling great relief that he was going to stay here tonight.

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Rumpelstiltskin rested his head on his hand and looked down at his sleeping wife.

He couldn't say that he had worked hard to get her to where she was sharing his bed again. He'd been horrible to her when he brought her home and really the only reason she crawled next to him now was because she wanted to feel safe. After the assassins had attacked them, she'd been a lot more open to the idea of moving to the main cabin.

One could look at this as a step in the right direction he supposed. He didn't know. He would rather she come here to his side because she WANTED to. And then there was the worry that she was just going to gain his trust so she could shatter it again.

And then there was Bae. What was he going to do if she pulled something like that? It'd break the boy.

Rumpelstiltskin closed his eyes before he became angry again. This was a victory for them as a family and he wouldn't win any favors if he kept scrutinizing her every move. She didn't want him if he was a coward, why should she want him if he were paranoid?

He wrapped an arm around her waist and she stirred at his touch. At first he was afraid she'd wake up and pull away but instead she intertwined her fingers in his and sort of moved and twisted her body so that she was closer to him.

Despite his reservations, something that felt like a protective instinct hit him like a ton of bricks and he smiled down at her.

She had no reason to be frightened of him; he wished she would understand that. He wasn't a coward anymore, he could provide for her, the townspeople wouldn't terrorize her anymore and the dark one that had driven her away to get to him was dead.

She was safer here than she'd ever been in her life.

He moved closer to her but she didn't wake up. She was tired; he used his power to see into her psyche while he was holding her. She was a light sleeper but there were several nights where she hadn't slept well. He was hoping that once she got used to him and Bae then she'd start feeling more relaxed but he could feel her taught muscles even when she was asleep.

Rumpelstiltskin shifted his position again and laid a quick kiss on her cheek. She HAD to be getting used to him as he was, he didn't see her sharing his bed no matter how scared and alone she felt if she despised him like she did when he first brought her here.

She would be safe. He would make her happy and they'd be a family again.

Something moved against his hand and Rumpelstiltskin's eyes opened wide.

What on earth was that?

He forgot about being as still as possible so that he could enjoy the moment and pulled the blankets back to see her heavily pregnant belly.

When did this happen? He would've noticed before…

Someone pulled the curtain back and he looked up to see a black eyed Zoso standing there with his dagger. His eyes widened and he knew the man's intent immediately.

"NO!" he screamed but for some reason he was helpless to do anything as Zoso plunged the dagger into his wife's chest.

And as he screamed his throat raw, he struggled to get up fell face first to the floor.

He looked around frantically. He wasn't in the cabin in the Realms; he was in the living room of his ex-wife's house. It was a dream, he had a dream. His subconscious had taken a memory and twisted it, like it had been doing for the past 428 years since he'd become the Dark One and then came here.

But just because he had a dream didn't mean…

He pulled himself to his feet and tried to take a step forward without his cane. Pain shot up his leg and he stumbled down just as he called his wife's name.

She came down the stairs, "Rumpelstiltskin, are you alright?"

He noticed immediately that his screaming had scared her so badly that she carried the gun he'd let her have downstairs with her.

He pulled himself back up and grabbed her face. He checked her over to make sure that she was alright and then wrapped his arms around her.

"Rumpelstiltskin-."

"Just a nightmare," he said and sank to the couch. His hand found hers and she sat next to him, "I dreamed-."

When he didn't say anything, Dagian squeezed his hand, "You used to have these all the time. Dawn worried about you, especially when you wouldn't talk about it."

He looked up at her. He didn't want to worry her but she wasn't going to leave him alone until she knew. He knew that concerned look that she had was never a good thing for him.

So he told her. The dreams were always the same. He'd lose Bae or he'd lose her. Sometimes it was watching Bae fall down the vortex after he let him go, other times they were murdered in front of him.

"Well," she whispered and clutched his hand tighter, "You should've known something was up immediately."

"What are you talking about?"

She tried to smile, "You always slept in the spot closest to the door."

He didn't appreciate the humor, "Dagian."

"Sorry," she whispered and put her hand on his leg, "Would you like to talk about it?"

He shook his head; he didn't want to talk any more than possible because he didn't want to look any weaker than he already did in front of her and his throat was already aching from screaming, "You need your rest."

"I'm not going to rest after that," she told him, "Please, talk to me. Tell me what's going on in that head of yours."

He looked at her. Her migraines were her punishment for what she'd done. His nightmares were his.

But he needed to talk to someone. Maybe if he shared them with her then they wouldn't be as realistic.

He spent the rest of the night telling her everything he could think of. He told her about some of the worst ones. And his fears that came with them even though none of them ever came true. He'd wanted to talk to Dawn about them but she wouldn't understand what they meant. By the time he was done, the sun was starting to rise.

"I know that I'll never make up for what I did to you," He told her and looked down in shame, "But I think that I've paid some of that price."

Dagian was quiet and he wondered what she was thinking.

"It's seven," she whispered and cleared her throat, "You might want to go home and get changed so you can get to the shop on time."

He nodded and grabbed his cane, "I'll imagine everyone will be talking now that they've seen my car in front of your house all night."

"Screw them," Dagian muttered and pressed her hands against the small of her back.

He looked offended, "Such language. One would think you were from this world."

It was her turn to look offended, "Now that was just rude."

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Dagian closed the door behind Rumpelstiltskin and rested her head against the door. Her back was killing her and she just wanted to lie down and get some sleep.

But she knew she probably wouldn't. And if Rumpelstiltskin knew then she would never get him out of the house.

She had started having contractions since she was awakened by his nightmare. The time between them was far apart and the pain wasn't so bad. Not as bad as when Dauis grabbed her and she went into premature labor with Bae.

But it was still far too early. She was further along when she had been pregnant with her boy.

She just hoped and prayed that they were false and would subside in time.