Henry and Regina sit on the couch together reading. Night has fallen, and both are hoping Emma returns soon.

The slamming of the front door rings loudly through the quiet house.

Henry leans back to look over the couch toward the hallway. "Ma?"

Emma storms around the corner and glares at Regina. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Henry stands up. "Ma, what's wrong?"

"Stay out of this," Emma hisses at him.

"Henry, go to your room," Regina directs before getting up. She moves toward Emma but stays back a few feet, waiting for Henry's door to shut before speaking. "Emma, talk to me."

"I trusted you."

"Tell me what's going on," Regina pleads, having a hard time not reaching out for Emma.

Emma shakes her head. "I only have one thing to say to you." She leans closer to Regina. "Fuck. You."

"Are you drunk?"

"Looks like it," Emma responds, crossing her arms.

With a deep breath, Regina takes a step closer to Emma. "Why are you so angry with me?"

"You told her."

"I don't know what you mean."

Emma drops her arms. "My mom. You told her what happened."

Regina touches Emma's arm, but Emma pulls away. "I never told her what happened, Emma."

"You apparently told her enough because I just spent hours, hours, Regina, being attacked and prodded over being here. And you're the reason. You had no right to tell her anything."

"Emma, I only told her she needed to ask you if she wanted to know about it. Yes, I implied there was an issue, but I never meant for that to become a problem between you and her."

Emma laughs. "How could that ever not become a problem with her? She always has to know everything, and you gave her access."

Regina reaches out again but gives up when Emma swats her hand away. "I am truly sorry, Emma. Thinking she would be respectful of your story was foolish."

"At least you don't have to worry about her anymore. I told her what happened. I told her about us. And I told her not to come knocking when she wants to play mommy again."

"Emma," Regina sighs. "You can't just get rid of your mother."

Emma rolls her eyes. "It doesn't really matter anymore." She moves toward the steps. "Don't even think about coming after me," she warns.

Regina presses her fingers to her temple and wraps the other hand around her stomach, watching Emma struggle up the steps.

Emma jolts awake, panting, with tears on her face. She jumps when she realizes a hand is on her back. Flipping over quickly, she sees Regina sitting next to her. She lets out a slow breath and buries her head in her hand.

"You were having a nightmare," Regina offers softly, keeping a hand on Emma.

Emma nods and drops back down on her stomach, hand still on her face.

Regina rubs circles on Emma's back. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"I want you to go away."

For a second, Regina stops her hand but takes a breath and continues. "I'm not leaving you."

"What if I don't want you?"

"Maybe you need me."

Emma shakes her head. "I need someone I can trust."

Regina removes her hand and shifts on the bed. "You can trust me, Emma. There was no malicious intent in giving your mother only the briefest insight into your purpose for being here."

Removing her hand from her face, Emma glares at Regina. "Stop making excuses for yourself."

"What do you want me to say, my love? What can I do to help you?"

Emma buries her head in the pillow. "I want you to leave me alone."

Regina runs her fingers through Emma's hair. "I'm inclined to believe you are not so sure what is best for you right now."

Emma scoffs. "Don't patronize me."

"You're highly intoxicated and obviously in a lot of pain. I wouldn't be a very good girlfriend if I just left you alone."

"You're not my girlfriend."

"That's not what you told your parents."

Emma lifts her head to look at Regina. "I didn't think my mom would take kindly to the idea of us just fucking so I lied."

Regina pulls her hand away. "I am trying really hard to excuse the things you are saying to me right now, but you are not making it easy."

"Then go away," Emma says, dropping her head back into her pillow. When she feels Regina stand up, she bites her lip to fight a sob.

Regina runs a hand down her face and takes a deep breath before looking down at Emma's perfectly still body. Hoping not to regret her next decision, Regina lays next to Emma and wraps her arms around her.

Emma immediately curls into Regina and cries.

"I love you. You're safe with me," Regina whispers in her ear, placing kisses on Emma's head under her chin.