The following morning Henry woke up unnaturally early, it wasn't even 6am. He'd not slept well at all. He turned over to admire the new castle instalment that had caused so much trouble. He sighed and dragged himself out of bed before throwing his clothes on, he couldn't even be bothered to wash first, let alone shower.

He trudged downstairs, still barely awake as he heard a voice coming from the lounge. He crept towards the door.

"Mate, that's brilliant! That contract will ensure your job with me too…. Listen, pop by later this afternoon, make sure it's before 3pm though, I want to give you a key to the garage. There's going to be a lot more toing and froing." Henry was trying to wrap his head around his words when the door flung open. He took a few steps back. The rigidity of his poise was betraying his attempt to remain casual.

"What are you doing up?!" All tenderness had left Killian's tone.

"I… I couldn't sleep, that was all."

"So you thought you would spy on me?" Whilst Henry was still unnerved, he couldn't stop his look of confusion.

"What! No! I could hear a voice and didn't know who it was that was all. I was scared and…" Killian quickly switched to caring mode and knelt down placing his hand on Henry's shoulder.

"Henry, Henry, I'm sorry. You startled me that was all. Look, I conduct my business in the early hours, that's all. I was talking to one of my employees as I do most mornings."

"I thought you were the Sheriff now and weren't doing your old job anymore?"

"Well, I wasn't going to, but an opportunity arose that was too good to pass up. Anyway, you honestly think I could afford all this on just a Sheriff's salary." Henry quizzically observed him.

"But… you secured this house before we moved so you had no intention of stopping this work." Killian's gentle demeanour stiffened and he abruptly grabbed Henry by the shoulders.

"Listen Kid, what I do, I do for this family, never forget that. I want to give your mother, and by default you, everything. Do you understand that?" He shook his head, not really understanding how Killian could still sound so hostile when spouting such words, but he thought it the best thing to do. "Good, now I'm going to shower. I suggest you cheer up a bit, ay." Killian leapt upstairs leaving behind a confused and agitated young boy.

Henry walked to his classroom under a cloud. He'd asked his Ma to drop him off early and told her he really needed to finish his homework in peace. In reality, he didn't want to be in that house any longer and he knew the school was open an hour prior to start. He'd lied to his Ma though and told her they were allowed to go to the hall to study if they wished. He felt really bad for that.

Henry sulked to his class, fully expecting to have to sit alone for at least half an hour, so he was more than surprised to see Mrs White had already beaten him there.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't think anyone would be here?"

"You and me both." Replied Regina. "Henry, what are you doing here so early? Don't tell me your Ma thinks school starts an hour earlier too." She couldn't help the accompanying smirk, but it soon settled as Henry didn't bite. "Henry honey, what's wrong?"

"I just, I just said I had work to finish. I kind of feel bad. I never lie to Ma, but I told her the school let us in an hour early if we wanted a quiet place to work." Regina crossed her arms and leant back in her chair.

"Why would you do that Henry?"

"It' nothing, I just wanted some peace, that's all. May I come in, or should I go somewhere else?" Regina walked over to him and gestured towards his desk, following him as he went to take his seat. When they arrived, she crouched beside him.

"Henry. Why did you need some peace, please talk to me?" He couldn't help a tear escape and Regina placed her hand to his shoulder.

"It's, it's just… I don't like living at home at the moment. Ma's not happy and there's something strange going on. I don't like it." She merely furrowed her brow.

"Henry, please tell me what you mean?"

"Killian seems to just be getting angrier and angrier. I couldn't sleep last night as I was worried about Ma. She seems really down and when I did manage to fall asleep, at like 3am, I woke up about two hours later. I was fed up so I went downstairs. I heard Killian on the phone. He has this dodgy business that he was meant to not be doing anymore, but he still does it. He stores all this weird stuff in our garage and he caught me listening and got mad at me…" Regina instantly tensed at his words.

"Henry, did he hurt you?" His heart melted at the concern she clearly had for him.

"No, he was just angry. He's never been angry with me before, but he's been angrier towards Ma recently." He looked at her completely lost.

"Did he scare you?" Henry just nodded to confirm. Regina couldn't help but wonder if the patterns of Killian's behaviour were escalating. He was getting angrier and angrier with Emma, and now had lashed out at Henry. "Does he hurt your Ma?" Henry shook his head.

"I don't think so."

"Are you scared he might?" He merely nodded and began to cry. She took him in her arms and stroked the back of his head, trying to calm him whilst whispering soft 'shh's' into his ear. After a while Henry calmed and pulled himself away.

"Henry, will you trust me to speak to your Ma and make sure she's okay?" He couldn't help a small snigger.

"What!" Regina mused.

"Nothing, it's just, she said the exact same thing to me about you too." Regina looked bemused.

"She did? Why?"

"Remember, the other day, when something was wrong with you?" She hung her head a bit as the memory flooded back.

"Oh!" Henry lifted her chin to ensure she could hear him.

"You don't want to be at home either do you?" This definitely qualified as the most awkward conversation she'd ever had with a student.

"No, Henry. I guess not."

"Does your husband hurt you?" This conversation had long de-railed and run away on its own.

"Yes Henry he did, but I'm okay I promise you… Will you trust me to look after your mother, like she did me?" He nodded and it was almost like a weight had been lifted, though he had no idea why. Perhaps it was just the effect of sharing his troubles, but he knew there was something more, he just couldn't figure what.

"You know Henry, you are the most attentive, inquisitive, thoughtful and insightful boy I've ever met. You're pretty ruthless with a paintbrush too." She was so grateful he giggled a bit at that. "I promise I will look out for your mother – and you," she added whilst affectionately prodding his chest, "just promise me something in return?" He had no qualms in agreeing to that and had no idea why he trusted this woman so much, but he did, maybe it was because he knew his Ma did.

"If anything happens and you're scared or worried about something and you can't speak to your Ma about it, promise me you will run straight to mine and find me. Here, I will give you my cell number as well, and I promise, I will do everything I can to help you and your Ma." She offered small reassuring smile.

"I promise, thank you Regina." With that he wrapped his arms around her for one last hug before the other children arrived for the day.

By lunchtime, Henry felt a lot lighter and was even enjoying spending time with Nicholas and his newer friend Grace.

"Hey Henry, my Mom said you could sleepover at mine tonight if you want. My parents would love to meet you to. I've kind of been bragging about you a bit to them." Nicholas was bouncing as he spoke.

"Really! Henry was so excited it was like dream come true, though the feeling was fleeting. "Oh, I really want too, but I'm meant to be having dinner tonight with our neighbours." He was so despondent.

"Oh… do they have any kids?" Henry shook his head with gloom.

"So it's basically going to be your parents and two other adults?"

"He's not my father, but yeah, basically." He was in no way ashamed of Regina, but he really didn't want his classmates knowing he was technically going to be having dinner with his teacher.

"Surely it would be better for everyone then if you could come to mine, I mean, they can have a truly boring grown up evening then."

"Hmm, maybe… Hang on; I'll be back in a moment. I just want to make a phone call." He didn't actually have a phone, but he'd convinced himself it was the truth merely bent around few corners. Instead he ran to the staffroom and knocked on the door. Mrs Nolan answered.

"Henry, is everything alright?"

"Yeah, can I speak to Mrs White please?" Mary Margaret could see the determination and eagerness in his face.

"I'll just see if she's available." She closed the door and he almost patiently waited, but it wasn't long before she was standing before him.

"Henry, you okay?"

"Yes, I just, Nicholas has just invited me for a sleepover tonight, but I'm meant to be at yours and…"

"Henry, do you want to go?"

"Yes, but…"

"Henry, I think it's a fabulous idea and I absolutely think you should go. To be honest, I was a bit lost about what to do with you tonight. There's nothing in my house you would like and I fear it will be extremely boring for you. I'll ring your Ma now okay to check with her and let you know before class okay?"

"Thank you, thank you so much." He went to run off in sheer joy but stopped just before she closed the door and quickly ran back to stop her. "You were wrong by the way."

"Oh! About what?" She was still smiling from seeing him so joyful again.

"There is something I like in your house… you." He added a cheeky grin and ran off before she had chance to say anything else.

Emma had instantly agreed to allow Henry to sleepover at Nicholas' house. She was totally at ease with the idea because Regina could vouch for the family and she too was wondering how Henry was going to fit in to this evening. She went to find Killian, who was finishing up in the garage.

"Hey!" She said as she watched him inventory the new deliveries in his little black book. "We need to head off soon."

"It's fine, I'm nearly done." He was in the zone whilst marking things off. Emma wandered closer and took the opportunity to glance around. There were bottles and bottles of Whisky, Gin and vodka, nothing like she'd seen in a Walmart or anywhere really. Some were in very ornate bottles. There were also boxes and boxes of cigars, now some of these she did recognise and she knew some of these boxes were worth thousands of pounds alone. No wonder he wanted their new alarm system concentrated more on the garage than the house.

"Hey, what is all this. I mean seriously. Some of these things are worth…"

"Don't say it Swan!" He snapped. "Let's go. I do not want you in here. This is my business and I don't want you having anything to do with it. Do you understand?" She just nodded as he took her arm and led her from the garage. He swiftly closed the door and activated the alarm. If Emma was unsure beforehand, she was now in little doubt his business was illegal. Whilst he was just harsh with her, she also got the sense that he partially didn't want her knowing anything about this as it would be safer for all. "Neither you or Henry are to go in this garage okay?" She just nodded again.

"Just you then – and this Smee bloke?"

"Yes, Smee is an employee and he now has a key to this garage, he will be coming and going a lot." Emma was not impressed by that.

"Killian, this is our home! I don't want a strange man randomly coming and going."

"He's not strange Emma, actually, he is a bit, but he's okay. You just need to think of the garage as separate to the house. It's my business, though if it keeps expanding the way it is I may need to purchase something bigger."

"Is that wise? I mean this doesn't sound particularly above board Killian." He grabbed her arm and squeezed, causing her to wince slightly.

"It's a good job I'm the law then, isn't it." Her jaw hit the floor.

"This is why you've done this, taken the Sheriff Job I mean. Killian, this is insane – where is it all coming from anyway?" He still had a tight grip on her arm and squeezed harder, causing her to yelp a bit.

"Emma, this is the last time I am going to say this. This is none of your concern. It's my responsibility and only mine. Never question me ever again about my dealings." He relaxed his grip and took her hand instead, interlacing their fingers as though it was the most natural thing. "Now, I believe we have a dinner to attend." He smiled and gave her a quick but purposeful kiss.

"Killian! Emma! Welcome to our home, properly I may add, Mrs Jones." Leopold had opened the door and greeted them very cordially, offering each an enthused handshake and grin. He was such a seasoned politician but Emma was not fooled.

"Actually it's Swan, I never took my husband's name." Killian narrowed his eyes slightly, but carried on anyway.

"How modern of you. Emma, I may call you, Emma."

"You may."

"Great, why don't you go and find Regina for a few minutes, she's in the kitchen. I just want to discuss shop with your man here, get the boring stuff out of the way." The politician smile returned.

Emma was lost in her own world as she, more aggressively than she'd intended, pushed the door to the kitchen open, causing Regina to startle and almost drop her tray.

"Shit! Sorry Regina." Emma rushed over to help stabilize the tray before the whole thing crashed to the floor; fortunately they managed to place it on the cooling grate.

"Shit, I'm so sorry, it didn't burn you did it?"

"No, no, I'm fine. It's all good. I'm just thankful we don't have to order in pizza." The accompanying smile turned Emma's whole world around.

"Okay, but I should never have barged in like that and I want to apologise. It matters to me." She offered Regina the sweetest smile.

"It's fine Emma, but seen as it bothers you so much, your penance is to tell me what's wrong and to tell me what you think." Emma looked to her unsure of what she meant until she realised Regina was offering her a teaspoon. She willingly accepted the spoon into her mouth. The accompanying moan did things to Regina she was not expecting. She now felt all shivery as Emma slowly opened her eyes. Regina cleared her throat, not allowing unwanted thoughts to dictate the moment. "So do you think I need to add anything?" It was a no brainer for Emma.

"No, no way, it's probably the tastiest thing I've ever tried. What is it?"

"It's Arroz Con Pollo, but with an added twist to give some kick. It's an old family recipe."

"Well I must say; it's an honour to try something for the first time from an old family recipe. You realise however, you've probably ruined me ordering that dish from any restaurant ever." Regina blushed and Emma thought it was the most adorable sight.

"That doesn't let you out of the other part of our deal though – what's bothering you?"

"Honestly, nothing now I'm with you." Regina's breath hitched and her proximity to Emma now meant something else entirely. The temptation to lean in and taste her lips was almost overwhelming, but there was no way she could. She was not prepared to ruin the great friendship they were forming. She smiled coyly before moving on.

"Okay, so before my presence somehow addled your brain." Emma became withdrawn and walked to the window. Regina followed quickly not wanting to miss anything she heard. Emma made a point of turning to Regina, especially after her earlier blunder.

"Can you keep a secret? I mean a huge one?" Regina saw the weight of this request in her eyes. She took a moment to consider the ramifications. What if Killian was hurting her, could she sit back and do nothing? Then again, Emma had trusted Regina with her problem. What could be worse than something like this? How great was her commitment to this woman to hold a potentially very weighty secret?

"I can keep a secret for you Emma." She instantly saw the weight lift from her eyes. Not completely, but what she had said had clearly meant a lot.

"Killian has a side business. I never knew what it was before but it never sat well with me. I found out tonight. I'm pretty sure he smuggles and sells high end contraband, mainly liquors and cigars, but I can't be certain for sure.

"Oh!" Well that would now make sense based on what Henry had said. It was also a good opener to mention her little chat with Henry. There was no way she would deal with Henry behind his Ma's back. She'd stayed silent for a few moments.

"Please say something else?" Emma was close to pleading.

"Emma, Henry came to me this morning, after you dropped him off – just for the record, the school doesn't have an early morning revision programme."

"What – he lied to me!?"

"Emma, please. Please here me out and don't be mad at him for this, please listen." Emma now saw the seriousness in her eyes and just nodded she would.

"He overheard Killian talking about his business dealing this morning. It sounds like Killian was pretty harsh with him?"

"What!"

"Shh! Emma, please calm down." Regina insisted whilst nodding to the door.

"I asked him if he hurt him and he said no; it sounds like he was just harsh in tone, but it still frightened him and there's something else… he really doesn't like the way Killian speaks to you. As you did, he's notice him change since you've moved here." Regina stroked her arm and let her absorb the information. It wasn't fair to say she looked shell shocked, as it was not a surprise, but it was obvious the fact it was now affecting Henry so much clearly bothered her. "Emma, has he hurt you?" Emma shook her head slowly.

"No, but he is getting more snappy. I feel like I walk on eggshells around him now. He did grab me earlier too, but I think he was more scared than anything else. He knows I've discovered his secret now, but I don't know any details. I do agree on him with one thing – I don't want to know anything about it." Regina placed her arm around her shoulder.

"Look Emma, I told Henry if anything ever happens he's to come straight round here and find me. I gave him my cell too. I hope you don't mind, but the same applies to you." Emma melted at Regina's gaze. No-one had ever done anything like that for her, and to put her son first, she spent a moment fighting back the tears.

"Thank you." Was all she could mutter as she pulled Regina in for a quick, but very meaningful cwtch. "You know the same goes for you right." She knew Regina had heard her, not only because her mouth was right next to her ear, but the fact she slowly nodded into her shoulder.

Emma had retrieved the men from their business and Regina was busy dishing up the plates. Clearly, whatever business they had to talk about needed the accompaniment of a few whiskies.

"Here, please accept this to go with our meal." Killian handed Regina a bottle of Pine Ridge Napa Valley Cabernet Sauvignon 2020. Regina raised an eyebrow.

"Thank you, I must say. This is very generous. I fear my meal may not meet this standard." Emma looked to Regina not quite understanding what she was saying; then again she had no clue about wine.

"Don't be modest darling." Leopold placed his arm around Regina's waist and she almost dropped the bottle. Emma stood and caught it as it slipped from her hand, offering Regina a sympathetic look. She proceeded to uncork it. "This is one of your best dishes." Leopold finished addressing Killian, not realising the reaction his wife had to his touch, "She's an exquisite cook."

"Then I'm very much looking forward to this." Responded Killian as he took his seat opposite Regina and next to his wife. Emma and Regina eyed one another across the table as Emma poured and Regina served. After a few moments, they all began to tuck in.

"Hmm, you're right Leopold; your wife is an amazing cook. I fear any quality of wine I bought would not suffice." Regina did appreciate the compliment; it was actually the first decent thing he'd ever said.

"Thank you Killian, though I must say this wine is delicious too, it goes very well with the heat of the dish." It was a bit of an embellishment, but she, like Emma, was desperate just to get through this evening.

"Tell me though, I just want to make sure, you can hear me alright when I speak to you like this? It's only that your husband says you have some issues with your hearing." Regina shifted uncomfortably, not really understanding what her husband was discussing with other people. Leopold chuckled at Killian and Regina turned to him, clearly feeling very insecure.

"Killian! That was very rude…" Emma began. Regina suddenly snapped back to her.

"No Emma, its fine. At least he asks." She turned to Killian, adopting her best politician's wife persona. "Yes Killian, I will manage just fine thank you." Leopold placed his hand over his wife's which was resting on the table. She stared, clearly uncomfortable, but pressed through as he made no indication he was removing it anytime soon. She couldn't help but wonder about her request for him not to touch her and his subsequent over willingness to oblige to everything and be so contrite when they were alone. Was this merely to keep up appearances or had the alcohol made him lose his inhibitions again? She really hoped it was the former.

"So tell me Killian, what made you want to be Sheriff of such a small town. I mean, it must be very different being here to Boston. How are you liking Storybrooke?" Regina was desperate to make this evening flow and end. She wondered if Emma felt the same way.

"Well, as I think you are both aware, we are not long married and I just wanted a change of pace for my family. Henry seems to really thrive here, he loves being in your class Regina. As for the job, I was looking for a change of pace and have experience in law enforcement so it just seemed too good an opportunity to pass. It's almost like fate dictated our move."

"Fate ay," replied Regina, not really realising she was staring at Emma until she smiled warmly back at her.

The rest of the evening went fairly smoothly. It had become less awkward and they'd manage to talk about Storybrooke, Henry and really bizarre things such as, decorating their houses for Christmas and Halloween. They'd even all managed to make one another laugh at one point or another whilst sharing two bottles of wine over several hours.

Regina and Leopold saw Killian and Emma out together. There were glimpses tonight in Regina's mind of what Emma could possibly have seen in Killian. When he loosened up he became witty, funny and almost even charming, but it still wasn't enough, especially after what Henry and Emma had said earlier in the day. She'd even gotten used to Leopold's touch a bit without flinching again, but that's probably because he'd found a way to touch or hold her throughout the entire night. She hugged Emma and shook hands with Killian, then they all wished one another a pleasant rest of the night.

"So, what do you think of our Mayor then and my new boss?" Asked Killian as he settled on the sofa next to Emma.

"He seems okay. He's definitely a good orator. I can see how he's been Mayor for so long… go on then; tell me what you think of Regina." She looked into his eyes, genuinely interested in his answer.

"She's a very intelligent woman. I think she played her cards well when she married the Mayor. She also cooks really well and clearly as good taste in wine." It hadn't slipped Killian's mind that he could possibly sell some of his wares to the White's. It may also open up a new field of customers. Emma merely found his reply interesting. She was snapped out of her musing as Killian swooped in, attacking her lips in a very hungry way, instantly asking for access, which she granted, desperately hoping this could in fact, re-kindle some fire. It wasn't long before he was straddling her on the sofa with the soft glow of the fire accentuating his ribbed muscles as he pulled his shirt over his head.

She tried her best as he kneaded her breasts and rocked against her hips. He was having the time of his life, but she just couldn't feel what she used too. Fortunately, it didn't take long for him to finish and they turned in for the night.

In the White's house, Leopold and Regina had also entered the living room. Leopold poured himself another whisky and offered Regina one. She declined.

"Leo, do you really think you should have another one. I don't want to tell you what to do, I just, you never really drink and …"

"Regina, will you lighten up. You are right I never really drink, but you know what. Killian taught me something the other night, that it's okay to relax now and again, not always live up to being perfect or someone else's expectations." Regina considered his words for a moment.

"Okay, well, that's not actually a bad thing you know, but you don't need alcohol to do that." He sighed as he sipped, turning to face her on the sofa as he placed his hand on her thigh. Whilst she felt uncomfortable she allowed it. If she was going to stay with him, she needed to get used to him again.

"I know, I just feel more relaxed and free after I've had a few more than usual. You know me; I've never had more than two drinks of an evening."

"That's all well and good, but you shouldn't need to drink to feel like that. Maybe you should go and see someone…"

"What, you mean, like a shrink?"

"Yes, or just anyone that doesn't involve drinking copious amounts of alcohol to offload."

"I will consider that." He said as he moved closer and smoothed his hand up her thigh. She stood and backed away, considering his actions.

"Tell me Leo, what do you feel right now? Do you feel horny, or is it just that you need to do something for some reason?" He stood, creeping towards her as she spoke and backed into the wall, he placed his hands either side of her, trapping her. She patiently waited a reply, not wanting a repeat of the other night.

"I think I feel horny." With that he grabbed her left hand had placed it on his throbbing member and held it tight. "Would you not agree?" She gasped and mentally had to tell herself to breathe.

"I guess I would. Leo, how about in few weeks we have date night, both loosen up a bit and then we can see where the night takes us." If this marriage was going to continue, and they were going to become intimate again, there was nothing else she could think to offer, but she knew she needed time also. Tonight, had involved some huge strides, but there was no way she could stomach being intimate with him right now.

"Oh come on…" He began to kiss her neck and used her hand he still had pressed against him to rub him, rather vigorously. His breathing became erratic. "I'm getting old Regina, I get I'm not attractive to you, I do, but you did choose to marry me." He took a few extra breaths, even a few pants as he worked her hand. She was pretty much frozen by his words and actions right now. "I can't guarantee I can always do this anymore, but I can right now." God she felt pity for him, but she was also fighting her own panic. She went to move forward and push him away, but he pushed her back against the wall and held her still bruised wrist with his free hand. He used his other to slow the rubbing a bit.

"Leo, I can't right now. I am sorry. I'm willing to try this again, but I can't if you keep forcing me. Do you understand that?" She could see he was battling her words in his head, but also his strange alcohol induced very hard erection. He pushed his head into her neck and suckled and began to rub again, as he ground his hips against the pressure.

"Regina, please…" He sped everything up.

"Leo, I can't." Her breathing became erratic and she could no longer hold back her panic. Damn it if in his stupid drunken stupor he didn't misread her breathing for excitement again.

He dragged her over to the sofa whilst she was struggling to breathe and get free. He pushed her down using his body weight against her before ripping open her shirt, his mouth attacked her nipple and his tongue lapped like a dog. He'd released his member from is pants and she could tell he was near as he returned her hand to it. Using his and hers together, it wasn't long before he released all over her chest, creating a glistening that he proceeded to rub all over her has he gently panted on top of her whilst slowly squeezing and rubbing her breasts. He eventually pulled up and looked into her eyes, his arms firmly on both her wrists.

"Regina, please, you have to allow me when I am like this, it's so rare and consuming. Please…" She'd calmed enough to flip him and drop him to the floor, landing on top of him. He let out a small cry and she pinned his arms to the ground.

"Let me tell you now, if you can't contain yourself after drinking, then you need to stop, period. If you want to throw our marriage away, keep going." With that she pulled herself off him and ran from the room, heading straight for the shower.

She sat in the shower bowl after having scrubbed herself raw – again. She picked up her phone.

Regina: Hey, do you and Henry fancy going to the stables with me tomorrow, or Sunday if you can't tomorrow? Henry was so keen to meet the horses, possibly have a ride? Please, please say you can – R.

Emma shot up in her bed after hearing her phone buzz. She'd almost fallen asleep; she wouldn't normally bother looking at her phone, but knew there was only one person who'd ever contact her. She glanced at the message, it sure was odd. She re-read it a few times but the desperation of the latter half bothered her.

Emma: Absolutely – we would both love that, but Regina, what is wrong? Don't tell me he hurt you again?"

…

…

Regina: It turns out you were right, he does get overly 'horny'. He can't seem to stop himself.

There was no little R after this one. 'Shit,' was all Emma could think as she contemplating just going over there and pounding his head in.

Emma: "Come over here; please don't stay there, at least for tonight?"

…

…

Regina: Okay

That was the last thing Emma expected, but she was so, so thankful. She quickly threw on her dressing gown and ran downstairs, checking Killian before she left. He was long out for the count.

She spent what felt like an eternity pacing to and fro in the hall. She kept checking her phone to make sure she'd read it right. She was startled out of her worry by a light rapping on the door. She opened it to be met with a completely broken down Regina dressed in blue silk pyjamas with a fluffy robe wrapped round her. Her hands were clenched so tight around her middle it would take God himself to pry them apart. Emma pulled her into her hall, shut the door and wrapped her in the biggest cwtch possible. It was literally all she could do right now as she cried along with Regina who shook in her arms.