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Regina opened her eyes to find herself standing on an empty street. Thunder rumbled in the distance, lightning striking vibrantly against the stark gray sky. How did she get here? Wasn't she just in her living room?

Her body felt weirdly tingly, and her mind was in a foggy haze. As rain poured down around her, all she could think of was one word.

"Henry!" Regina screamed into the howling wind. The road ahead was barely visible, evergreen trees towering above on either side. Where the hell was she?

All of a sudden, she recognized the blurry outline that had become all too familiar to her. She was dreaming. Even so, she felt panicked and exhausted.

Gulping in the freezing cold air, Regina forced herself to take control. She wouldn't let her imagination overpower her. She squeezed her eyes shut.

The next thing she knew, she was transported out of the storm and into a house. The room was dark, as was the rest of the house. Regina peered into the blackness, trying to force her eyes to adjust. No such luck. It was as if she had fallen into a black hole.

Soft voices from nearby sparked her curiosity. As she began to move forward towards the noise, an orange light that looked like the shadow of a flame lit up the wall at the end of the hallway. "Stop it!" A child's voice giggled loudly.

Regina's eyes widened in fear. That wasn't Owen nor Henry's voice. "Get a grip, Regina. You're dreaming for Pete's sake," The brunette scolded herself. What is the worst that could happen to her? Dying in the dream world? Waking up in the comfort of her own home?

The woman inched down the hallway towards the soft orange glow. The child's voice continued to grow louder, along with some other strange noises. "You're so cute!"

Regina slowly rounded the corner to be met with warmth. A fireplace was the reason for the mysterious orange light, as it burned brightly. A little girl was sitting on the floor with her back facing Regina. She was humming and occasionally giggling as she played with something in front of her.

"Hello?" Tentatively, Regina stepped forward. She suddenly realized she was in her old room. The familiar ballerina pink walls greeted her cheerily, glowing oddly as the only form of light in the room was the fire. Her white vanity dresser sat against the wall with a matching loveseat next to it.

A four-poster canopy bed took up most of the space in the room. It was decorated just how Regina remembered; covered in a large white comforter with pink ruffles. An abundance of bunny stuffed animals lined up from one end of the bed to the other.

The young woman picked one up and smiled fondly as she remembered how she used to cherish these toys. Each time her father went away he would bring back a special bunny for his 'little princess'.

Regina's mother Cora often scoffed at her husband, claiming their daughter was becoming too old for children's play things. Thankfully that didn't stop Henry from giving his daughter the world, and he continued to gift her with these treasures even when she had grown up and moved out on her own.

"Do you like that?"

A little voice startled Regina from her memory, and she dropped the stuffed animal onto the floor. The little girl she had seen just moments before stooped down to pick up the toy. "Daddy loves me so much when he goes away he always gets me a bunny. Bunnies are my favorite animals," she spoke.

Staring at this little stranger, Regina realized she wasn't such a stranger after all. No, just the opposite. This little girl was her as a child. These past months with Emma and Henry must have awakened some deep subconscious of hers.

A sad cry pierced the air, interrupting them. The little girl smiled and walked over towards where she had been sitting. Regina slowly followed. "Don't cry, Owen. I'll take care of you," Little Regina cooed. The baby with bright blue eyes that mirrored her older son's immediately listened and cooed right back as he grabbed a fistful of the girl's dark locks.

Regina could do nothing but stare. What did this mean? Suddenly, an older and familiar voice cried out from another part of the house. The woman's head snapped towards the sound as she recognized that voice. Henry.

As soon as she stepped towards it, the little girl grabbed on tightly to her hand. "Don't," she commanded. Regina stared at her child self with wide eyes. The little girl let go of her hand and picked up Baby Owen. "Stop trying to look for them. Don't worry, they'll find you when the time is right. Owen needs you."

The baby boy was thrust into the brunette's arms. As Regina stared into her son's eyes, she felt a deep connection. Everything would be okay. Henry and Emma would find them if it was truly meant to be.

Regina woke with a start. Her mouth felt dry, and her head unfocused. The fireplace across the room had died down some but it still provided a warm heat that kept her warm. "Evening," Mary Margaret greeted her.

Regina sat up, pushing the blankets off of her body and removing the cloth from her forehead that someone had set. Looking at the clock she realized she had slept a whole day. "You had a bit of a fever," Mary Margaret explained. "Owen woke up and came down to check on you, and worried when he felt how hot you were. I made soup."

Regina offered her friend a small smile as she took the steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup from her hands. "How is Owen?" She asked. "He's upstairs playing Mario Kart with David," the raven-haired woman answered.

Regina shivered as the memory of her dream slowly came back to her piece by piece. Mary Margaret gently wrapped a fleece blanket around her shoulders. "Any word on Henry?" The older woman asked. "Not yet," the school teacher sighed. "But I'm sure Graham will find him."

Regina didn't bother to voice her own concern that that just might not happen. Her brain screamed at her to get up and go looking for them, but her heart told her to stay put. Maybe she was sicker than she felt. Besides, she couldn't rely on some silly dream for answers.

But every other self-aware dream she had at least had some truth to it. She noticed Mary Margaret staring at her in that I-know-something-is-up-way. Regina quickly took another bite of soup to avoid speaking.

Should she tell her about the dreams she's had? She was her best friend, after all. But would she think she is completely insane?

"Regina," Mary Margaret said in that no-nonsense voice that she used on the children in the classroom that got out of hand. Regina would have said something sarcastic if she was in a better mood. Instead, she peeked at her friend from the bangs hanging over her eyes. She could tell she looked like an open book.

"Talk to me," the younger woman said. Regina sighed and set her half-empty bowl of soup down. "I had another one of those dreams. The weird ones you always talk about," she started. "Astral projection," Mary Margaret corrected her.

"Right. Anyways, I was looking for Henry, and then I found myself in this dark house. I met myself as a child in my old childhood bedroom. She was taking care of Owen as a baby."

"Interesting," the raven-haired woman commented. Regina zoned out, staring into the flickering flames across the room. "She told me not to worry about Emma or Henry, that they would find me when it was time. Owen needed me," Regina finished. "At least it wasn't a nightmare," Mary Margaret said.

"That one wasn't. I've been having these dreams for years, more so when I met Emma and Henry. And what's weird is these other dreams are about Emma and Henry. Those paintings I drew are of Emma and Henry before I knew them. Don't you think that's strange?"

"I think you've been under a lot of stress these past few years. Losing your parents, losing Kurt, taking in Owen. Then on top of that a woman and her son burst into your life and turn it upside down. And now you've got the added stress of being the town mayor," the teacher said.

"Emma and Henry did not ruin my life," Regina said defiantly. Mary Margaret gently put her hand on the older woman's arm. "I didn't say that. I meant that it wasn't exactly easy with them here. But life isn't easy, Regina."

"What should I do?" Regina asked, her voice shaking. With half of her family missing she felt lost and alone. What if Emma and Henry never came back? What then?

"Breathe," the younger woman said softly. "They've only been gone a day. Just let me take care of you right now. Okay?"

Regina nodded and rested her head on her friend's shoulder. It was out of her hands. If it was meant to be, they would come back.

"How's it going in there?" Ingrid's voice called from the kitchen. "Good!" Henry called back. The little baby on his lap squirmed as the little boy struggled to balance her and the photo album at the same time. "Ellie!" He giggled as she grabbed his finger and chewed on it.

The baby girl squealed loudly and continued to gnaw on his little digit. Ingrid returned with two plates of snacks in her hands. "Apple slices and caramel dip are one of my favorite snacks," she chirped as she took a seat beside the boy.

Henry thanked her and took a bite. The sweet flavor melted on his tongue, and the tangy aftertaste from the green apple was delicious. "Emma used to love this snack, too," Ingrid spoke. Henry flipped the page of the album to reveal a little blonde girl in a baseball cap holding a bat in her hands.

"Is that my Mom?" He asked. "It sure is. Emma loved baseball. She was the only girl on the junior varsity league that year. She was also a grade younger than the boys. But she played better than any of them. She really proved herself," Ingrid chuckled fondly.

Henry smiled at the picture of his child-sized mother. His Mommy used to play catch all the time with him in Boston. Daddy would join too, if he was in a good mood. Those were some of the happier memories of living there.

The little boy's smile faded, and he slowly shut the book. He was tired of looking at pictures. Instead he hugged Baby Ellie close to him and kissed her fine soft brown hair. "Is something wrong, Henry? Do you want to talk?" Ingrid asked.

Henry shook his head. "How about you and Ellie watch some cartoons while I order us some pizza?" Ingrid suggested. Henry nodded and turned on the TV.

Next thing he knew; he was lying face down on the carpet with baby Ellie in the same sleeping position beside him. A soft fleece blanket covered them both. "Hey, buddy." A woman kneeled down next to him.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Henry realized that Emma was in front of him. Anger, sadness, and guilt swept through him. "Mommy!" The boy cried as he wrapped his arms around his mother's neck. Happiness and relief overruled the other feelings, and he held onto her tightly.

"Henry, I'm so sorry," Emma said in a shaky voice. "I love you and I never should have left. I would never trade you for anything in the world. I am never letting you go again, I promise."

Henry smiled despite the tears streaming down his face. "I love you, Ma," he said. Emma pulled back and stroked his hair. How he missed her soft touch and warm hugs. Ingrid stood in the doorway, silently watching them.

"Let's go home, Henry," Emma said as she picked him up in her arms. "To Regina and Owen?" Henry asked hopefully. Emma giggled and wiped her eyes. "That's the only home we belong to."

Ingrid hugged the both of them and walked them outside. Henry gasped and wriggled out of his mother's arms as he saw a familiar face by their yellow bug. "August!" The little boy cried and launched himself into the man's arms.

"Hey, buddy," August greeted him. "I thought I'd pay you a visit. Your Mom found me once she came to Boston to help find you."

Henry turned his bright green eyes to Emma. "You really were looking for me?"

"Of course she was. She'd search the world for you," August answered. Emma smiled and held open the car door. "I even got you your favorite snacks," she added, handing Henry the gummy bears and goldfish from the glove box.

"Is August coming with us?" Henry asked, tearing open the salty snack that he was craving. "Of course. He's our family too," Emma said.

After staying at a hotel for the night and eating a reunion breakfast at their favorite diner, the group headed out of town back to Storybrooke. Emma's grip on the wheel tightened and she sighed as the forest scenery around them increasingly became familiar.

August laid his hand on hers in an act of comfort. "Everything is going to be okay, Emma. You're home now."

Emma glanced back at her sleeping son in the backseat. Henry had forgiven her, but what if Regina wasn't so easy? Emma knew she really hurt her. And poor Owen had been stuck in the middle of all the drama.

With August's encouraging words, Emma drove easily to the house they had come to call their home. It seemed bigger and more intimidating than ever after all that had happened here. "Mom! We're here!" Henry yelled excitedly as he struggled to unbuckle his safety strap.

Emma couldn't stop the smile that spread across her face at her son's happiness. Taking August's hand, she slowly followed Henry up the side walk. The front door opened before they could even knock, and Henry was soon embracing his friend.

"I knew you'd come back!" Owen said, hugging Henry and then Emma tightly. Emma hugged the boy back and kissed his forehead. Looking up, her breathing stopped.

Regina stood on the porch in front of them. She had dark circles in under her eyes, her hair was tangled, and she was still dressed in her pajamas. Emma thought she looked beautiful even so. "Regina, I- "

The blonde's apology was cut off as Regina ran forward and kissed her before embracing her tightly. "I'm- sorry- "Emma struggled to say as the brunette kissed her again and again. "I love you I love you I love you," Regina said over and over.

Emma suddenly noticed August was standing nearby, and she gently pulled away. "Regina, I want you to meet August. He's my friend from Boston. He decided to come join us here in Storybrooke."

"Glad to meet you," Regina said, politely shaking the man's hand. "I'm just happy to meet the woman that helped Emma so much," August said.

Regina laughed as Henry hugged her tightly. "Hi, 'Gina!" The boy greeted her. "Hi, Henry," the brunette repeated. "Well, I'll let you guys have your family time. I'm gonna go find a place to stay," August said.

Before he turned to go, Emma hugged him tightly. "Thank you, August."

"Boys, wake up!" Emma and Regina sing-songed as they entered their son's room. "Merry Christmas!" Regina announced as she flicked on the bedroom light. Both boys sat up and rubbed their eyes as they began to wake up.

Their sleepiness was soon forgotten as they rushed downstairs to see what presents awaited them. The large box sat underneath the big tree lit up with ornaments and garland. August took a picture of the family as they surrounded the tree.

"Go ahead. Open your presents!" Emma said excitedly, smiling over at Regina. Her wife smiled back and intertwined their fingers as they sat back on the couch. Loud squeals filled the room as the boys lifted the lid off the big box.

"A puppy!" They cried happily. A brown lab puppy jumped out of the box into the boys' arms. "Scooby! He's all ours?" Henry asked with wide eyes. "We adopted him just like I adopted you and Mom adopted Owen," Regina answered.

"Thank you, Moms!" Owen said, being the first to embrace the women. Henry was quick to follow. Regina smiled over at Mary Margaret. It seems her dream did come true.

That is the end of this story! I hope you all enjoyed this just as much as I enjoyed writing it! Feel free to leave a comment below with an opinion or a request, and thank you so much for sticking with me. Much love.