If you thought the last chapter was short, you're really going to hate me for this one!
Thank you for all of the support with this story - and apologies for the mini hiatus in updates. Life once again, has gotten spectacularly in the way!
Emma took a deep breath before pushing open the front door to the home she shared with her mother. Closing the door quietly behind her, she slipped off her muddy shoes before padding towards the kitchen where the only light was on.
Mary Margaret sat at the table, her head in her hands.
Emma pulled out the chair opposite. "I get why you did it," she said, bringing the pixie haired woman's eyes up to meet her own. "You got your chance to start over at life, and," she paused. "You did what you thought would be best at the time. And as much as it's difficult for me, and it's going to take time, you've given me a second chance now." She reached across the table and took Mary Margaret's trembling hand in her own. "Here, now, I have everything I could ever have dreamed of, and you made that happen."
"Oh, Emma," said the brunette, breaking into fresh sobs before launching herself across the table and wrapping the blonde up in a tight hug. "I'll make it up to you, I swear."
"You already have."