Disclaimer: I don't own these lovely ladies.

Sorry that I haven't updated in these past few months. I've been super busy (and more than a little lazy). So hope you like this chapter but also be prepared for angst city!

In the months that followed their miscarriage, life supposedly returned to normal, both Regina and Emma went back to work, but it seemed that there was a hole in their life both of them skirted around the topic and their dinners with each other were a strained and awkward affair. The baby's room remained untouched, the yellow walls shining in the bright sunlight, which illuminated the dust motes that swirled in the air.

To the outside viewer, Regina remained remarkably controlled, after the night in the hospital and a few days of bed rest, she decided that she was to go back to work. To Emma however, she seemed cold and detached, the woman that she had fallen in love with was hidden behind armor that she had put up to protect her from the loss of her child.

Emma having always been the more emotional of the two took the loss harder. At the time she was working at a construction company, but they put her on sick leave after she had hurt her arm. Being home alone with the baby's room had not helped much, so she had taken to staying in bed all day.

After she had gone back to work things had gotten slightly better but after that they got worse. The sadness had faded into anger but not the yelling anger that made people hit things, no it was more like the slow simmering anger that bubbled inside until one day where it would all come flying out.

That day came around two months after the miscarriage, it was a bright September day and even though it was almost 6pm the sun was still shining through the window.

"Regina?" Emma called.

"In here" Regina answered.

Emma followed her voice through the apartment and found her in their "office" which was also where they kept all their junk that had been in the baby's room until they had moved it out to begin getting the baby's room ready.

Emma found her pushing a desk out into the hallway.

"What are you doing?" Emma asked.

"I was thinking that we could start moving things back into the baby's-" Regina caught herself, "into the office".

"What?" Emma could feel a tiny bit of anger creeping into her voice.

"I was reading. And I- and I think that we should do this. It will give us some closure. I can't have it in out house anymore. It hurts every time I see it and I know it bothers you…" The words came tumbling out of her mouth, like she was afraid that if she didn't say it now that she would never say it.

"No, no, no, no" Emma said shaking her head.

"Emma please" Regina whispered, her eyes filling up with tears "I can't keep seeing everyday."

"No, what you want is to forget." Emma said her eyes blazing. Instead of making her calm down, Regina's tears just made her angry.

"No, it's not like that. I don't want to forget, I just want to move on. I thought that this would be good for us. Every night I hear you crying and it hurts. I thought that moving stuff back in would be good for you, good for us."

"That's complete bullshit! I don't want to move on. You know what I want? I want our baby back! That's what I want!" Emma was practically yelling now.

She could see the cracks in Regina's armor but in this moment, she hated Regina, hated her for moving the stuff back into the room without telling her.

As quickly as she said it she knew that it was a mistake. Regina's mask returned and she got that scary, cold look in her eyes that usually meant that she was extremely mad.

"You don't think that I don't want our baby back? You don't think I wouldn't give anything to go back and change that day? You know what. Get out. You obviously need to cool off and I can do this myself. Come back when you're thinking clearly and then we will talk."

"Fine." Emma said, her voice seething with anger.

Turning on her heel, she swung around and stalked to the door, grabbing her coat and boots. Slamming the door, she stalked down the hall and down the stairs.

Regina turned back to the baby's room and seeing one of the baby bottles that they had bought, threw it across the room where it hit the wall with a resounding crack. Turning back to the desk that she had been pushing into the room, continued to push towards the room where she pushed it against one wall.

It was around 1 am, when Emma finally stumbled back into the apartment, reeking of alcohol and smoke. Peering into the baby's room she saw that Regina had moved almost all of the furniture back in.

In the state that she was in, Emma didn't react but just stumbled back into the living room, collapsed on the couch, and promptly fell asleep, which is where Regina found her the following day.

The following months just seemed to get worse as Emma continued to drink and although they never fought again over the baby's room, they never did talk.