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“Regina just used all of her magic to save Emma’s life, she nearly died,” David pointed out, “and Emma, she was beside herself with worry when Regina collapsed. I saw how much tranquilizer the paramedics gave her and she kept trying to get up and get to Regina.”

“They have a connection,” Mary Margaret nodded with her arms folded as she glanced through the blinds into Regina’s room to check on everyone.

“Snow,” David laughed.

Mary Margaret looked at him with surprise, “what are you laughing at?”

“Snow. Think,” he told her and stared at her meaningfully.

Her brow furrowed. Her lips pursed together. The concentration was visible in her eyes. She considered the conversation. Sought out what she had missed. What David was seeing.

Her mouth opened in a gasp and her eyes were as wide as he’d ever seen them and she stood completely still and David smiled, “I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Oh,” she breathed.

“It makes sense,” he said.

“My,” she whispered softly as she slowly turned to look through the blinds again.

“I don’t think they know themselves,” he continued.

“God,” Mary Margaret finished in a tone that only dogs could here.

Emma looked up and frowned at Mary Margaret’s expression and the brunette quickly grabbed David by the arm and dragged him further up the corridor and out of Emma’s line of vision, “Regina,” she said.

“Yes,” David nodded.

“And Emma,” she stuttered.

“Yes,” David said, “do you want to sit down?”

“My step mother.. and my daughter,” Mary Margaret breathed.

“Some water maybe?” David offered.

“They don’t know!” Mary Margaret announced, “they don’t know, but what don’t they know?”

“Snow, you’re not making sense,” David held her by the shoulders.

She looked at him, “listen, David, they don’t know but do they not know that the other has feelings or do they not even know that they themselves have feelings?”

“I..” David started.

“We have to be so careful,” Mary Margaret pulled away from him and started to pace the tiny width of the corridor, “Emma is so fragile right now and Regina, well, you could write a book on Regina’s emotional struggles.”

“Snow..” David tried again.

“They are perfect for each other,” she smiled but then sighed, “but if it goes wrong.. I don’t think either of them can survive another failed relationship.”

“So..” David watched his wife pace.

“Oh, David, can’t you see? Emma and Regina. Together,” she looked at him with a smile and he simply shook his head.

“I really have no idea where you’re going with this,” he finally said.

“It’s..” she smiled, “perfect. This is just the kind of healing our family needs. Regina will be loved, by the product of True Love, finally we can start to heal the old wounds and be a real family. Emma will have someone who loves with every fibre of their being. They will both have Henry, Henry will have both mothers, together.”

David let out a sigh of relief, he’d seen Emma’s face light up when they had been talking about Regina and he had begun to piece everything together. But he’d had no idea how his wife would take the news, her history with Regina had been long, bloodied and emotional and she had a deep love and hate relationship with the older woman. David knew that Mary Margaret had always hoped that peace would be possible, she tormented herself over the mistake she made as a child and despite everything she still loved Regina who had come into her life at a time when she desperately needed companionship and kindness.

“We can’t say anything to anyone,” Mary Margaret told him, “even them. Because they don’t know. We have to stand back and watch this grow, maybe give them a little nudge now and then if they need it but we need to let this evolve naturally so it has it’s best chance.”

David nodded but he knew his wife and her matchmaking ways, “so, no meddling?”

She looked at him with a determined look, “no meddling, I promise.”

Chapter 38

“It’s been three days,” an exasperated Emma told Mister Gold as he stepped into Regina’s hospital room. He looked at her with a faintly amused expression and took in her own tired expression and concerned face.

“I’m well aware of the passage of time, Miss Swan,” he curtly informed her as he closed the door behind him and walked to the end of Regina’s bed and glanced from the unmoving brunette to the baby that Emma held, “I see you are watching young Grace.”

Emma looked confused at the change of subject, “yes, Mary Margaret is watching Henry, we couldn’t all be here at all hours.”

“I see,” he said with as he stuck out his bottom lip with interest and nodded before continuing, “I assume you didn’t just ask me to come here for this?”

“There must be something else you can do,” Emma pleaded as she stood up from the hospital chair and placed the sleeping baby against her chest with her head resting on Emma’s shoulder, “this can’t be it. There’s always some magical thing..”

“Miss Swan,” he sighed, “I thought I explained this perfectly well last time we spoke, there is nothing we can do but wait.”

“Regina said you would be able to help,” Emma pushed.