Authors note: kind off a short chapter but I didn't want to let you guys wait any longer. And about the guest review, Emma and Peter's relationship will be further explained. ;)

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~ Four weeks ago ~

"I'm so sorry Regina. He's gone."

Dr. Whale's words hit her like a ton of bricks. They were slowly crushing her, going through flesh, muscle, bone and finally, heart. The comforting hand on her shoulder did nothing to relieve the ache. It still burned, crushed and squeezed her fragile heart. Blood ran cold in her veins, it was as if she froze from the inside out. Her senses shut off, she didn't hear the comforting words coming from Katherine's mouth. She didn't hear the confused and sleepy gurgles coming from her four year old son, who was comfortably resting his head on Katherine's shoulder, oblivious to the terrible words Regina had just heard.

"No." She heard her own voice say in a whisper. Thought she didn't know she even moved her mouth.

She couldn't breathe. It was all too much. Her whole world started to collapse. Alone. Regina Mills was alone. Left alone to raise her toddler and her unborn child. Completely and utterly alone.

Peter was gone, he had died. Left her. She didn't know what to do without him. She loved him, he had been her rock. During all those awful nights when she had nightmares about her mother, or her college boyfriend. He had been there for her. During her morning sickness with Henry, during his birth, he had been there for her!

And now he was gone.

"Regina, take deep breathes sweetheart."

Katherine's voice was trying to sooth her, but Regina didn't even register it. Her breathing quickened, she couldn't stop. The mental image of him crashing down on the black and white floor of her office at Town Hall kept plaguing her, haunting her. The sounds of his fading heartbeat were loud in her ears, keeping out all other sounds.

Those last and haunting words kept repeating like a loop inside of her aching brain. "Regina, I'm so sorry." Where the hell had he been sorry for?

She felt hands pushing her softly in one of the hard chairs. Her aching back connected with the plastic, but Regina was too far gone to care.

Peter is gone...

"Regina, please calm down. Think about the baby."

Again, Katherine's voice. Her brown eyes filled with tears and blurred her vision. Turning the blonde head in front of her to a blur of vague shapes.

"Mommy?"

And that did it. Henry. She needed to be strong for Henry. He needed her, the little boy was going to grow up without a father. Suddenly she felt weak for breaking down completely in front of her four year old son. He needed a strong mother, not a weeping mess of a woman.

Her breathing started to slow down but the salty tears remained. She looked down at the little boy who was trying to get free of Katherine's grip, so he could jump on her lap. She reached out, wanting the little boy close to her. Katherine slowly handed him over and Henry immediatly hugged his mother, as well as he could with her pregnant belly in the way.

"Mommy, down't sad." He said softly as his small fingers wiped the tears from her pale cheeks. He got on his knees and leaned one hand on her belly while the other stroked her face.

"No, Henry." Regina said with a watery smile. She took his little hand in her own and placed a kiss on it. "Mommy don't sad."

The boy grinned as he tried to pull his hand away from his mother's lips. "Iew mommy! No kwisses!" He said with a toothy grin.

"Really? Can I really have no kiss from my little prince?" Regina asked with a pout.

The boy seemed to think about it for a second before he leaned forwards and placed a wet kiss on his mother's cheek.

"Thank you Henry." It was for so much more then just a kiss. She turned towards a sad looking Katherine. "Could you please take us home?"

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~ Present ~

The moment her son was out of earshot, Regina took a step forwards and narrowed her eyes. "What are you doing here, miss Swan?"

Emma awkwardly shifted her boot over the stone. The woman was as intimidating as Emma remembered. "Ehm, I'm here to, you know."

Regina let out a loud sigh as she moved back to shut the door in the woman's face. She really didn't need her dead husband's mistress at her door. It was still too fresh, maybe after a couple of years, or never. She knew she had been the one to seek out the blonde, but she certainly didn't want her son exposed to such a person.

However, when she was about shut the pristine white front door, a brown boot quickly shot between the door and the doorframe. Regina cursed inwardly. Why did the blonde woman not notice that Regina didn't want her in her life. She just wanted to forget her husband's betrayal and she wasn't going to accomplish that if the Swan woman kept showing up.

"No wait." Emma said as she pushed the door open again. She tried to ignore the daggers shot at her by the brunette woman, though it wasn't really working. "I want to apologize."

Regina snorted. "You want to apologize?"

"Yeah, I want to. Even though I didn't know he was married, I still feel bad, you know."

"No I don't know, because you see miss Swan. I don't just start sleeping with a man before I know if he's married or not."

Emma cringed at the biting tone it was said. Like it was really burning her skin. Or her soul. Or both. "I know, I should've asked but still. I just felt bad and I wanted to apologize."

"Well, that's great miss Swan." She grabbed the golden doorknob with her right hand. "Have a nice trip back to Boston." This time Emma was too late from stopping the door to be shut. She stared at the golden 108 and saw the reflection of her own eyes.

Well, that could've gone smoother...

Emma sighed as she turned around on the pathway and started walking back to her yellow bug. "Guess it's time to head back to Boston." She said to herself aloud once she was safely seated inside the old car.

The houses on the side of the road turned into a blur as she picked up her speed. Being in this a town was feeling very... Unnatural, she guessed. Being that deep in thought she missed the sprinting dalmatier who was crossing the road. A hard jerk at the steering wheel had her suddenly banging against a nearby tree.

She looked shocked as her fingers grabbed the wheel tightly until her knuckles turned a goshtly white.

"Oh my!" The owner of the dog yelled as he ran towards her car. He opened the door and crouched down. "Are you alright? Do you need a doctor?"

Emma groaned as she shook her head. "No I'm fine." She heard the sissing noise coming form under the hood of her now litterally beat up bug. Well, apparently she wasn't leaving Storybrooke. Dammit.

Loud barks came from the dalmatier as he ran towards his owner. The dog started licking her hand and Emma pulled it away with a disgusted scowl on her face.

At least the bloody dog was okay...

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