I do not own Once Upon a Time.

Amelia is going to have some personal guilt. I'm sorry if this chapter makes you cry.

Ashley had called earlier that day, asking Amelia to pick some children's books from the library and bring them to Granny's inn. Why she was at Granny's Amelia didn't asked. She liked to consider herself a good friend. So she grabbed about a dozen books, mostly the most popular ones before heading out.

Amelia entered the lobby of the inn and the sight inside made her heart break. Ashley sat in the middle of the room with Alexandria. Mary Margret had Luke, Aurora had her child and there were a few other mothers with their children. And to top it all off, there was a banner across the wall "Mommy and Me".

"You got the books, thank you, you are a lifesaver." Ashley came over to her and took the books. Amelia had no voice and she felt frozen in place. She didn't belong here, but she should have. "Hey, you alright?" Ashley had no idea what happened on the journey to Neverland. Mary Margret, on the other hand, knew exactly why Amelia was on the verge of tears. She took a step closer to the librarian.

Amelia only nodded and ran out of the inn. She still had good days, bad days and horrible days. This was a horrible day. She hid between two buildings, away from prying eyes and let out a sob. Her hand tried to silence it but her self-control was nonexistent.

Time did not heal all wounds. Who ever said that never lost someone.

Amelia only allowed herself ten minutes of pity. She dried her eyes and walked back into the street. She found a bench and just sat staring.

Her thoughts were a mess. There was no more to blame. Not Ashley, not Mary Margret, even herself. There was always fate, the scapegoat for every stupid situation. She should have learned a long time ago that fate, along with life, wasn't fair.

"Amelia?" She heard her name and looked up, Neal stood next to her and he noticed her teary eyes right away. "What happened?"

She didn't have a voice, so she just pulled him down next to her on her bench. Her head found his shoulder and his arm went around her waist.

They sat in silence for a few minutes. Neal wasn't going to push for answers. Amelia would give in, she always did eventually.

"Ashley is running a mommy and me class." Amelia finally whispered.

Oh, that would make sense. Amelia was dealing well with baby Luke but a room full of new moms was too much for her.

Neal suddenly had an idea pop into his head. He placed a soft kiss on Amelia's head. "Meet me at the docks in fifteen minutes."

She looked at him confused then walked him walk away. She pulled out her mirror to check her face. She looked like hell.

Amelia only waited ten minutes before going to the docks and Henry was standing there, as if waiting for someone.

"Henry, what are you doing here?" Amelia asked when she reached him.

"I don't know, Dad told me to meet him here. Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I just need a hug." She said and of course Henry obliged her. Who would have thought that the Evil Queen would have raised such a good boy?

Then she saw Neal walking towards them, he was holding a bouquet of pink carnations. The sweet gesture confused her.

He reached them and handed both Amelia and Henry four flowers.

"We never got to say a proper good bye to our baby." Neal told them.

So they were going to do a make shift funeral, memorial service of sorts. All their child got was a light kiss before being thrown overboard with only one person to watch and pray and hope.

No words were spoken out loud; all thoughts were kept to themselves. One by one, the flowers were tossed into the water.

At least Amelia was out of tears. Neal and Henry on the other hand, had to wipe a few tears off their cheeks. Neal brought his little family into a group hug, Henry sure needed it. He would have been an amazing big brother. Amelia had no trouble picturing him with a little brother, someone he could teach how to sword fight and play sports with. Or a little sister, a little red haired girl who he would protect from anything, Amelia had a feeling the girl would be able to take care of herself.

Amelia was so grateful for her support system, for the family she chose for herself, or in some cases, the family that chose her.

Family makes life bearable.

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