Whatever else happened in Camelot didn't really matter. Not now. But it didn't stop Hook from taking the rest of Emma's memories from her. He didn't need answers, but he was sure someone would. With his prize in hand, Hook disappeared from the Dark Swan's living room, Zelena transporting herself elsewhere. As soon as the squid ink ran out, the spell that Emma had cast keeping Snow, David and Regina in their place dissolved, leaving them free to move once ore.

"EMMA!" Regina called out, unsure of what had transpired within that home, but certain that it was nothing good.

"I'll check the basement," Snow insisted as she rushed in, panic written in her eyes.

"I'll get the upstairs," Regina added, already whizzing past Snow in the small entryway.

No one got very far. Emma was lying down on the couch in the living room, stiff and uncomfortable. After helping her to sit up, turning on the lights, and getting her a mug of tea, Snow had begun to gently prod for answers. There was no use hiding anything now. The truth was out, and Killian would likely be keying everyone into her secret.

"You turned Hook into a Dark One," Regina asked in disbelief. Her tone was that of a disapproving mother, and it was not lost on her how much she sounded like Cora in that one simple phrase — and she didn't like it.

Clearing her throat, she tried again, changing her tone, if only slightly.

"And you didn't think of the consequences to everyone else?" she asked, crossing her ankles from her place on the opposite end of the couch.

"I couldn't just let him die. You can understand that," Emma replied through gritted teeth. But she wasn't half as threatening as she hoped. And her eyes lost some of their steely anger when her gaze fell to Regina's middle.

Her scarf was caught over the edge of her coat, and her blouse was pressed tightly against the curve of her belly, showing more than just a hint of the life she carried.

Regina noticed Emma's line of sight and shifted uncomfortably, adjusting her coat and scarf — and mentioning nothing.

"Well, yes, but…" she began, because she could absolutely understand — she had begged Emma to use her dark magic to save Robin's life in Camelot, because living without your soul mate was not living at all.

Letting out a sigh, she licked her lips and settled into the realization that she would not have done anything differently in Emma's position.

"Now we have a bigger problem," she prodded gently.

"I know," Emma admitted. "I didn't think any of this would happen. I was trying to get rid of the darkness for good. You can't tell me, after all Zelena's done to you, your life wouldn't be easier if she were gone." Emma's tone had grown louder, bolder by the end of that statement. And her eyes were on Regina's middle once more.

"I was doing you a favor," she added, her brow lifting and nudging her head forward on her neck, challenging Regina to say she wanted it otherwise.

Regina took in a breath and just stared back into Emma's eyes with a knowing sadness. Because she was right. She did want this. Even with all the complexity it came with. And her hand moved to press against the small swell.

"Come on," Snow groaned softly, regrettably. "This is premeditated murder, Emma. There had to be another way. You should have come to us."

Emma and Snow continued to bicker about what the best way to handle this situation would have been, but Regain was only half listening anymore. Her stomach felt unsettled. And while she was grateful that the ache of overworked muscles had finally (mostly) diminished, she was beginning to wonder if this was worse. Every pregnancy book she'd flipped through insisted that morning sickness dissipated by the fourteenth week, but her she was approaching her fifteenth with no relief in sight. She supposed the authors of those books had likely never taken into consideration a magically transported pregnancy.

"Sorry," Regina breathed out, standing quickly and quite obviously loosing her balance. "I'm…" she began, but she only shook her head, certain that if she kept her mouth open any longer to speak, she would be loosing her lunch all over the Dark One's coffee table. She took a step toward the doorway, but realized suddenly she had no idea where the bathroom was in this house — she'd never received an invitation to the Dark Swan's housewarming.

"Second door on the left," Snow announced without the need for any further prompt, pointing behind her head to signal it's general location. As Regina's heels clip-clapped hurriedly down the hall, the door closing abruptly behind her, the quiet living room was suddenly filled with the muffled sounds of retching. Snow's eyes went wide as she let out a sigh, and her gaze shifted to her daughter.

"And then there's that," she added, knowing that this pregnancy was the elephant in the room. Everyone was staring at it and no one was saying a word. Least of all in regards to the initiator.

"What," Emma asked shortly, turning to look at her mother.

"Are we going to talk about that? That baby didn't come from nowhere."

"No, it didn't."

"That baby came from…." Snow began, dragging her words out, hoping Emma would fill in the blanks.

"I think you know very well where that baby came from," Emma replied, uninterested in her mother's attempts to solidify her suspicions.

"Well," she breathed out heavily, crossing her arms and leaning back in the arm chair. "I can't say it wasn't a creative solution," she admitted.

"No, I suppose not," Emma said evenly, her lips stiff and her posture matching. She mentioned nothing of this being Henry's idea.

Regina returned with slow unsteady steps, standing — and staying — behind the couch, steadying herself against the back. She swallowed back the lingering feeling of bile rising in her throat and let out a sigh.

"Right now, we have to clean up this mess."

Snow and Emma just stared, wondering if Regina had jumped immediately back into the conversation, or if there was a mess to clean up after her lost match with morning sickness.

"Give us back our memories," Snow suggested after a pause. "Your dreamcatchers. Regina can access them, can't she?" she asked gesturing to the woman whose color was only just beginning to return to her cheeks.

"We can piece together Hook's plan and stop him."

"Afraid not." David's voice startled all three of them, as they'd clearly forgotten he had been present at all. "The dreamcatchers you said were in the shed…they're gone."

"What the hell is Captain Dark One up to?" Regina asked with an annoyed sigh, the sudden breath stirring her stomach up once more.

Hook had paid Gold a visit at his shop, and challenged him to a duel — predictable, Regina thought, rolling her eyes as she welcomed the usual players into her breakfast room.

Seated around the table were Snow, Charming, Belle, and Gold — and Emma stood, the proud new owner of the leather cuff, which currently graced her wrist, binding her magic as it had Zelena's.

"Once a pirate, always a pirate," she sighed, examining the cutlass Gold had brought with him from his shop.

No one remarked on the fact that Regina was wearing a coat and scarf inside her own home.

"As a man, Hook spent centuries trying to kill me. It makes sense that revenge would be on his mind," Gold shrugged — because a death threat was nothing new for him. But a death threat when he was no longer the Dark One wasn't.

"Why wipe my memories if he was going to announce his plan anyway," Emma asked, wondering what underlying motives he could have. "There must be more to it."

"Yeah, well, even if there is, we only have until noon to stop him," Belle replied. "And to save you," she added, resting her hand on Rumple's forearm.

"Merlin said that Nimue was the key to stopping the Dark One," Snow remembered.

The conversation shifted then, to recalling everything they could about Merlin's love, the First Dark One. And then to how Emma could be a better help if they would just let her remove the cuff.

The unease in the room was palpable.

"You don't trust me," Emma realized aloud, and she meant it for everyone.

Henry entered the room and eyed his mothers — first Emma, then Regina.

"So it's true. You're here." he said quietly, disappointment oozing from him.

Emma would be lying if she said it didn't sting — particularly because they shared the secret of their cleverly (and seamlessly) executed plan. And she had to fight the dark part of her that wanted to reveal it to everyone then and there.

"Henry," she hummed, holding her arm out to him. "I need you tell them it's okay to take off this cuff," she said, offering a smile as if this would be the easiest transaction in the world.

"No."

"What?" she asked, her eyes wide and anger bubbling — because her emotions were not all her own.

"You lied to us — about Hook, about everything," he said with a tight jaw. He could feel his cheeks flushing. For all of the lies — for all of the truth she had hidden from them, Henry was ashamed. He had used her when she was convenient, and now he was hanging her out to dry. He never thought himself capable of that. But he had never felt so betrayed in his life.

The weeks she had stolen from them all were nothing compared to the favor she had done him in giving his mother a chance at happiness. Such was the logic of a teenage boy. But unfortunately for them all, he was a teenage boy at the center of a very atypical adolescence.

"Henry, I'm your mother," she begged him, heartbroken that he would not side with her.

"Are you? Because the mom I knew wouldn't keep things from me."

Regina's eyes lowered to her lap — because she'd been here before, on the other side of this argument. She had been the mother who had kept things from him, who had convinced him he was crazy rather than admit his story book was the truth — that she was a villain. All of that seemed so far away now. Her hand moved to cover her belly beneath the table, silently promising that those days would remain far away.

"So you can forgive Regina and Gold for everything they've done, but not me? After everything I've done for you," Emma asked angrily, her words biting — because she had done so much, risked so much, to give him what he asked for.

"We were a team," Henry lamented. And a week ago, they had been. But that was then.

"Now you just want your dark magic back so you can do it alone," he gritted, knowing her intentions were to stop Hook's plan on her own. "And I've seen what you do with dark magic."

His words hung heavy in the air as he turned and stormed out of the room. He'd meant to express his hurt at how she had handled Zelena after the pregnancy had been transported, and how she handled his mother and grandparents when they tried to help, and how she handled Hook and all the secrecy and outright lies.

And she knew that.

But it didn't stop her from turning to look at Regina then, regretting the favor she'd done. Because it was costing her a son.

Everyone's eyes were on Regina, then, and the Queen could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. Because everyone knew and no one had said anything.

Snow sensed the panic in Regina, and the open ended question in the room, and stood, offering a smile and politely suggesting they break for some tea — which was ridiculous because they were talking about saving Rumple from certain death, and they really hadn't made any headway at all.

"I'm pregnant," Regina blurted out, feeling suddenly suffocated by the secret. It was a breath of relief to say it out loud. To end the constant questioning in everyone's eyes.

Snow feigned surprise for a brief moment, but caught sight of Regina's rolling eyes and quickly realized that wasn't necessary.

"You're what," Rumple asked dryly — because he knew Regina's history, and knew the potion she'd taken to spite her mother.

"I'm pregnant. I'm…carrying…" she began to explain, her gaze moving to Emma, searching for support in her explanation. She found none, and Regina really couldn't blame her after the altercation that had just taken place between she and Henry.

"It was Zelena's," Emma offered coldly, knowing that this would be enough of a dig at Regina to feel satisfied that she'd hurt her — just enough. "I wanted the baby out of the way so that I could pour my darkness into Zelena without any unnecessary casualties," she explained.

The sterility of her explanation cut like a knife — because this blessing that Regina was so protective of, this miracle of magic that she could never have imagined or herself in her wildest dreams, was really just about convenience.

"So now, it's Regina's." Emma stated matter-of-factly.

"We uh…should really be getting to the library," Belle cut in, already standing to put her coat on. Rumple followed, then Snow and then David, all filing out as quickly as possible to escape the stifling awkwardness in the room.

But Regina stood, too. "I've got a stop to make first," she said softly, pushing her chair in and avoiding Emma's gaze.

She left the room, leaving Emma arguing with her parents about trust. She didn't care to step into that conversation. Her mind was otherwise occupied.

"Where's my baby," Zelena spat angrily, standing toe to toe with her sister outside of Town Hall. Zelena's eyes were already dropping to Regina's middle, her blood boiling. "That's MY baby," she roared.

"She's Robin's. And now she's mine, too," Regina replied calmly, despite the pounding of her heart in her chest.

Perhaps this had been a mistake — but Emma's confession had confirmed her own suspicions — that Zelena's baby was now growing inside of her, and Regina felt she owed her sister at least an explanation. At least that.

"And you will never take her away from us," Regina promised, her posture stiff and threatening.

"You just can't stand that after a lifetime of you getting everything, it was finally my turn," Zelena screeched. She had intended to sound much more angry, but it was all coming out as petulant whining.

"The only reason you had this baby is because you killed Marian, and you deceived Robin in the most vile way imaginable," Regina gritted out, her jaw clenched in anger at even the briefest thought of what she'd done.

Zelena only laughed and smiled, clearly proud of what she'd done — all in an effort to ruin Regina's life.

"Is that a compliment," the green-clad witch asked, wild eyes going wide.

Regina's eyes narrowed and she leaned forward, as if trying to peer behind the icy blue stare of her sister. Because there was no way she was that insane.

"This insanity has to stop," Regina insisted, her voice soft, in the way you talk a mad man off a ledge.

"Agreed," Zelena sang, her eyes growing bleary with unshed tears. "But I don't think it can."

"Actually, I think maybe it can…"

Regina led her sister up the brick steps to her home on Mifflin Street, and warned her before they crossed the threshold that while Zelena's powers may be back, Regina assuredly still had hers as well.

Zelena rolled her eyes and stepped up and into the house, her heels clicking against the tiled foyer. Together they made their way into the study, where Robin was waiting, thumbing mindlessly through a thick, red chapter book entitled "The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood." He let it slap shut when Regina entered, and he stood up nervously when Zelena was behind her.

Despite having talked about this together at length with Regina, seeing the redhead in person was somewhat jarring.

"Did you miss me?" Zelena asked, cocking her head to the side with a smile.

Her sister's pettiness was overwhelmingly annoying, and Regina's eyes rolled so far to the side, she earned herself a headache.

"Told you. Once you go Green, you never go Queen."

That remark had Regina spinning on her heel, her hand raised to use magic before she could even think. But her opposite hand caught it, and she breathed out heavily — because this is not why she asked her sister here.

"Regina," Robin cooed, stepping towards her and laying a hand against her back to soothe her. "We talked about this," he hummed, reminding her of all the preparation they'd done, all the groundwork they'd laid.

"Couples therapy?" Zelena asked with a grin. "I should imagine you two need that now."

"Let me remind you of something," Regina hissed. "As wicked as you may think you are, you're not even in my league."

That statement shook Zelena, and while she did well to hide it, her wicked grin was fading.

"I've spent so many years doing terrible…terrible things. Beyond your imagination. But you know how I turned it around? she asked, her voice — and her eyes — going softer.

"Henry."

Zelena balked at this, and if she weren't so damned irritated by this pep talk, which sounded more like Snow White and less like Regina, she might have eluded to the fact that her chance to be changed by a child had been ripped from her.

"He made me my best self," Regina pressed on. "And I'm hoping that kind of unconditional love will do the same for you. You're family, Zelena. Despite everything. Our mother took that away from us before we even had a chance."

"I was like you. But I changed. Because I surrounded myself with people who loved me — in spite of my dark past. They helped me change. And that's my hope for you."

"Make no mistake, Zelena. We were never going to be a family — you and the baby and I," Robin chimed in, standing firm at Regina's side. "But Regina and I have agreed — you deserve the same second chance that we were both given. We want to welcome you in — as long as you're willing to do your part. Against our best instincts…we still have hope for you. So. You can visit with the child, when that time comes. As long as one of us is present."

He hated it, and he knew Regina did, too. But despite the horrific way it came to be, Zelena was the biological mother.

Zelena looked as though she were about to cry, her eyes lowering to the curve of Regina's belly peeking out from beneath her scarf. And she nodded. Because this was the best she could have hoped for. And she knew it. She agreed to the terms, and turned to go, seeing herself to the front door and leaving in silence.

Regina stared at the door after it closed for too long, playing every moment of their encounter back to herself. She let out a heavy breath and pulled at the scarf around her neck, dropping it carelessly to the floor. She removed her coat hurriedly, her breath growing rapid and shallow. And she pressed her hands protectively over her belly, turning to lean into Robin's chest as his arms went around her, pulling her in close. She was crying openly, her eyes slamming closed.

This was the right thing to do. It was the right choice. But that didn't soften the blow. Regina was being forced to share another child with another mother. Again.