Emma stretches and yawns as she wakes up. She reaches across the bed only to hit empty space. Emma frowns in confusion as she opens her eyes to see no Regina beside her.
She rolls over and grabs her phone eyes widening when she sees that it’s gone nine. She can’t remember the last time she slept so late.
Emma reaches for her bathrobe before walking into each of their kid’s rooms only to find them all empty too.
With a puzzled frown she pads down the stairs, her frown lifting as she hears laughter.
She walks into the kitchen and grins. Henry is making coffee and juice as Regina alternates between flipping pancakes and tickling their baby girl.
Emma doesn’t say anything at first content to watch her dream play out. This is all she ever wanted and watching them giggling and trying to surprise her she knows she’s home.