The phone went straight to voicemail.

It was the seventh time that she had called and still no answer. Three calls ago she had jumped in her car and went driving around the town. The rain had only intensified since then.

She left another message. "Emma, pick up the damn phone. You were supposed to be home two hours ago. This isn't funny anymore." She tossed the phone into the empty passenger seat.

She had been everywhere. She went to Granny's, her vault, she tried Mary Margaret and David's, she called Ruby and Belle, she tried Henry, even though he had been at a friend's house all weekend. Nothing. Nobody had heard from her.

Regina pulled over on the side of the road. She was two blocks away from home, but she wanted to try Emma's phone one more time. "Emma, please. I'm sorry. I am so sorry that I let my temper get the best of me. Please, answer the phone. You can yell at me or whatever but, please, just let me know that you're safe." She felt a burning in her throat and she knew the tears were coming. She was trying to keep her concerns in check, telling herself that Emma was just mad, she wasn't hurt. She was tempted to call the hospital and ask if Emma was there but, surely someone would have had the common sense to notify her wife.

Regina took a few moments for herself and let her tears flow. The night was supposed to be perfect. She had it all planned out and she was going to surprise Emma with the good news but, Emma had been in a foul mood. As soon as she walked in the door from work she had been short with Regina, brushing her off when Regina had tried to ask her what was wrong. When Regina tried to give her a shoulder massage, Emma had shrugged her off and left the room. Regina didn't understand what she had done. Things had been going so great between the two of them and all of the sudden Regina was feeling like she screwed up.

"Emma, enough," she had yelled, "If I've done something to put you in this mood then tell me, because I am many things but, a mind reader is not one of them."

"Just leave me alone!" And she was gone. She left Regina standing in the middle of the foyer, wondering what the hell had happened.

Regina had just pulled back into traffic when her phone started singing that annoying tune. She quickly reached for it, only to be disappointed when she saw Mary Margaret's name. "What?"

"Sorry…" Mary Margaret said, "I just wondered if you had heard from Emma yet?"

Regina softened her tone, "no. Nothing. Mary Margaret… I don't even know what I did. Everything was fine between us this morning, she was happy, and then when she got home… I've looked everywhere for her."

"Maybe she just had a bad day," Mary Margaret said, "maybe she just needed a little space. I'm sure she will be home soon. You shouldn't be out in this storm. The rain is really coming down."

"Emma's out. I have to find her."

"Regina, you can't think about her or you right now. Your focus should be on that baby."

Regina couldn't fight the floodgates anymore and tears started pouring down her cheeks. "I haven't event old her yet! She just so mad and-"

"Regina, calm down, okay? I'm coming over."

"No-"

"I'm already half way there," she argued, "I left ten minutes ago. Please, come let me in so I don't have to stand out here in the pouring rain."

Sometimes, Regina really wanted to strangle Mary Margaret for always being so positive but, in her current situation she was feeling thankful that Mary Margaret was there.

"I'm just a block away," Regina said before hanging up and wiping her tears. Maybe Mary Margaret was right. Maybe Emma just had a bad day and needed to cool off. Maybe she would come home and crawl on the couch with Regina and tell her why she had been so angry.

Regina was sitting at the only light in town, waiting for it to change. She just wanted to get home and get out of the rain. She wanted Emma to be there waiting for her, having a good excuse like her phone had been dropped in a lake. When the light turned green, Regina pressed on the gas and that was the last thing she remembered.

Mary Margaret had heard the commotion and in her rearview mirror, she saw that there had been an accident just a few yards behind her. She pulled over and jumped out of the car, sprinting to the scene. When she stepped closer, she realized she recognized that car… the black car that Regina had driven for too many years now.

"Regina…"

She felt the fear ball up into her stomach, tight knots causing her breathing to feel restricted. She was too scared to look, afraid of what she would see. Her car had been impacted from the passenger side, another car slamming into her, the other driving unconscious at the wheel.

Mary Margaret took a deep breath before walking to Regina's window. Glass shattered all around her feet. Regina was unconscious and there were cuts on her face and arm from the shards of her windshield. She forced her feelings aside and knew she had to act quickly. She pressed two fingers at Regina's pulse site on her neck and breathed a sigh of relief when she felt a thump.

"Regina," she said, "please wake up for me. Open your eyes." Regina groaned but her eyes remained shut.

Mary Margaret held Regina's hand tightly, telling her that everything was going to be okay, and help was on the way. She could hear the ambulance somewhere in the distance but, they weren't close enough. She looked around the car and saw that the dashboard had fallen into Regina's lap, her legs unable to be seen. Her left arm was bent into an odd position and Mary Margaret was sure it was broken.

"Ow."

Mary Margaret thought she heard Regina say something but the words had been so soft, she wasn't sure. She leaned her ear closer to Regina's mouth and told her to say it again.

With all the strength Regina had, she said, "Ow."

"I know," Mary Margaret whispered, "help is on the way. Just stay with me, okay? Do you remember what happened?"

"Em-ma…"

"I'm going to find her," she promised, "as soon as we get you to the hospital."

"Ba-by…"

The baby.

Regina was pregnant.

Mary Margaret was cursing herself because she knew that. She was the first person Regina had told. She should have told the dispatcher that Regina was with child.

"The baby is going to be fine," she promised, "everything's going to be fine."

"What are you doing here?"

Emma was shocked by her father's bold question. Usually her parents accepted her visits with open arms and several hugs. They never questioned her when she showed up at random times.

"Regina has been trying to reach you for the past three hours. She drove all over town. Your mom is with her now."

Emma sighed, closing the door behind her. "We had a fight. Well, not really. I was awful to her… for no reason! I don't know why but, I just had a crappy day and she kept being nice!"

David was dumbfounded. "Do you hear yourself, Emma? She was worried about you."

"She doesn't need to worry about me," Emma argued, "I'm a big girl."

"Yes, and if anyone knows that, it's her."

"You're right."

"I'm always right," David smiled, "have you checked your phone?"

Emma pulled her phone out of her jacket pocket and noticed all the missed calls and voicemails from Regina. She had forgotten that she had put it on silent, and was now feeling guilty for the entire evening. She dialed her voicemail and wanted to cry when she heard how upset Regina sounded.

"Emma, please. I won't call again but, just come home. Please."

Emma was going to call her back immediately but before she could, the voicemail skipped and went to the next one. It was her mother.

"Emma, I don't know what happened and I don't care, you need to get to the hospital, now. There was an accident."

Emma felt the blood drain from her face and David watched as her face turned from her normal tan tone to a pale white.

"Emma?"

She could feel her heart thumping faster, her ribs restricting it from beating straight out of her chest. "There was a car crash," she managed to say, "R-Regina was… I have to get to the hospital."

Emma turned around and headed for the steps with David grabbing his keys and following right behind her. "I'll drive."

The ambulance ride had seemed like forever. They placed an IV into Regina's arm and started pushing fluids. They took her blood pressure and recorded that it was higher than what it should be, probably from all the stress. They had tried to get a fetal heartbeat but, with limited equipment, they weren't sure the condition of the baby.

Mary Margaret sat in a small seat by Regina's head. She had gently played with her hair and brushed it out of her face, hoping to bring her any sort of comfort. Regina had managed to open her eyes. They were glossy and tears kept slowly leaking from them but, she was awake.

"It's going to be okay," Mary Margaret would say, "everything is going to be alright."

"I'm scared," Regina whispered as more tears spilled from her eyes and made their way down her temples. She was unable to move due to the restraints keeping her strapped to the gurney. They had a neck brace on her, just for precautions. They had also put her arm in a splint, knowing for certain that it was indeed broken.

"I know," Mary Margaret whispered, "but I'm right here, Regina. I'm not leaving you. Emma is on her way."

"You found Emma?"

Mary Margaret sure hoped that Emma had gotten her message.

"Yes. She's on her way to the hospital right now."

"Snow…?"

"What is it, Regina?"

"I don't want to lose my baby… and I don't want to lose Emma…"

"You're not losing anybody," Mary Margaret said forcefully, "do you hear me? Everybody is coming out of this unscathed. You might have some bruises and a broken bone but, the baby is unharmed. You got that?"

Regina didn't say anything but, Mary Margaret could see some relief in Regina's eyes. She was glad because staying hopeful in such a traumatic situation was difficult.