STORYBROOKE, Maine

"You were right." Mr. Gold's words echoed in her ears as he took a seat in his office in the back of the pawn shop. You were right. Rebekah looked down at his hands that held a file -- a file that had all the information Rebekah needed to prove to herself that Jefferson wasn't...what? Mad? Sick? A liar? "Paige Grace is adopted."

Rebekah had to take a seat, grabbing onto the table as she lowered herself down on the chair. He was telling the truth...maybe everything he said was the truth. Rebekah shook her head at her ridiculous thought. Jefferson believed the curse was real. He believed that they were married and that Regina was the evil queen. It was mad. He may have told the truth about Paige but that didn't mean that everything he had said was real. It can't be, she told herself.

"And the father?" She asked, needing confirmation that Jefferson was in fact Paige Grace's biological father.

Mr. Gold sighed. "I'm afraid I can't share that information with you, Rebekah."

She gave him a skeptical look, eyes narrowing on him. "You can tell me that Paige is adopted but not who her father is? Why not? That's just a privilege you get to know?" She snapped at him in frustration, shaking her head in anger. "Please, I just," Rebekah took in a deep breath, "I just need to know."

He sighed again and shook his head, putting the file in his briefcase. "You're too close to this situation, Ms. Mills."

She swallowed hard. Mr. Gold knew about her former relationship with Jefferson and he wasn't naive enough to believe the lie she told the rest of her friends about who the father was. "Her father is Jefferson," Rebekah said in a whisper.

Mr. Gold looked to Rebekah for a long moment before clearing his throat. "Even if he were Paige's father...as I said, I cannot share that information with you."

Rebekah opened her mouth to speak but her phone dinging interrupted her. She licked at her lips before bending over to grab her phone from her purse. She sighed, seeing that it was a message from Mary-Margaret asking her why she wasn't at the booth yet. Rebekah had agreed to help her friend sell candles since the whole town continued to shun her for her discretion's. Who better to sell candles? The town harlot and the unwed mother-to-be seemed to be the perfect combination for the job. Rebekah couldn't help but give into a smile in amusement when she saw that Leroy, the town drunk, was helping with the booth as well.

After quickly replying to Mary-Margaret to let her know that she was on the way, Rebekah stashed her phone in her purse and got up from her seat. "I have to go." She told Mr. Gold, still annoyed that he couldn't just tell her if Jefferson was or wasn't Paige's biological father. Why did he get to know this information and she couldn't?

"Ms. Mills?" Mr. Gold stopped her. Rebekah closed her eyes at the sound of his can hitting against the floor as he got up from his seat. What more did he want to talk about? He gave her only half the information she had asked for and he expected her thanks? Rebekah knew she was being ridiculous but she was moody and hungry and her belly was growing larger everyday now and tonight the whole town would see that belly because she had no plans on hiding it while trying to sell candles with Mary-Margaret. She sighed and turned around to face Mr. Gold.

His eyes landed on the necklace she wore around her neck. Mr. Gold tilted his head and smiled a mischievous little grin, almost as if he were amused. "I meant to comment on your necklace when you first came to the shop..." He walked forward. "It's quite unique. Do you happen to remember where you got it?"

Rebekah narrowed her eyes at him again. "Why?" What did it matter to him where she got the piece of jewelry?

"-Business purposes, of course. I'd like to find the seller and grab a few pieces for my shop. It's a rather fascinating piece." He strolled forward and leaned on his cane. "As you may have gathered, I am a purveyor of objets d'arte and obtaining collections for the shop."

Rebekah frowned, looking down at the necklace. "I," her finger stroked the stone, "I don't know." She shrugged. "I only found it the other day while packing up my apartment."

Mr. Gold raised his brow. "You're moving?"

She nodded, letting her finger drop from the stone. "My apartment only has one bedroom." Rebekah reminded Mr. Gold, moving her hand to caress her belly. "That won't do anymore."

"Where will you be staying?"

Rebekah raised her brow. Why was he interested? She didn't care. If she stopped answering his questions, she could get out of the shop and go help Mary-Margaret. "I'm going to continue staying with Regina until I find someplace else."

Mr. Gold smiled, something he tended to only do around her. But there were times where his smile made her feel uneasy like he knew something she wasn't aware of. "I'm sure you'll find the perfect fit for you and your child. And who knows." He turned around so his back was facing Rebekah, bending down to grab his briefcase. "Perhaps the father may move in to your home someday, too." Is that some kind of joke? Rebekah thought, her temper flaring to the point where she had to stop herself from throwing her purse right at his head. "Enjoy the rest of your day now, Ms. Mills."

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"What'd I miss?" Rebekah asked, shrugging off her large coat as she walked into the school room the nuns were using as the base of operations for Miner's Day. She stood next to Mary-Margaret who was leaning against the wall with her eyes closed while her face was pinched. Someone's not happy, Rebekah thought before Mary-Margaret began to talk.

"Oh, just Leroy telling Sister Astrid we sold all the candles and not to worry about losing the convent after she accidentally spent all their rent money on twelve dozen tanks of helium when she was only supposed to buy twelve. "

Rebekah looked over to where Sister Astrid was hugging Leroy happily and then looked back to Mary-Margaret, who now had her eyes open and narrowed into a glare at Leroy. "Okay, I don't see the problem here."

"We didn't sell any of the candles," Mary-Margaret said in hiss, grabbing Rebekah's arm to drag along as she marched over to Leroy once Sister Astrid was out of sight. Mary-Margaret dropped Rebekah's arm and instead grabbed Leroy by the collar. "How could you tell Astrid that we sold all those candles?!" Mary-Margaret whisper-yelled. "That's five thousand dollars, Leroy!" Her voice raised her only a second before going back to a whisper. "Five thousand dollars that we don't have !"

Leroy glared at Mary-Margaret, his face pinching together in a scowl. "Don't worry about it, alright?" he said in a lowered voice. "I got a plan."

"What plan? A plan like going door to door and having everyone in town laugh in our faces?"

Rebekah frowned, realizing from Mary-Margaret's tone that they had already done that.

"Just give me 'till the end of the day!" Leroy glared. "I'll figure something out."

Mary-Margaret threw her head back in frustration. "And why is this so important to you?" she asked.

Rebekah followed Leroy's gaze that landed on Sister Astrid. "The nuns," he answered. "They're gonna have to leave." When Leroy made a happy sounding noise after Sister Astrid smiled at him, Rebekah's eyes grew wide and Mary-Margaret's eyes narrowed as she gasped.

"Oh my God ," she said in disgust. "You like her? She is a nun, Leroy. Could you possible pick anyone less available?"

Leroy glared and moved closer to Mary-Margaret to intimidate her. "Says the girl who went after a married man."

"Hey!" Rebekah said loudly, scolding the man for what he had just said. "Watch your mouth."

Leroy glared at Rebekah and then looked back to Mary-Margaret. "At the end of the day, you're no better than I am. You've got your reasons for being here. I got mine ." He moved even closer to Mary-Margaret. "And when I say I'm gonna get that five thousand dollars, I'm gonna get that five thousand dollars." His tone was sharp and Rebekah stepped forward and jabbed his shoulder with her finger, pushing him away from Mary-Margaret.

"Yelling at a woman is not going to impress Sister Astrid," she said in anger. Rebekah jabbed at his shoulder again. "So whatever you gotta do to get that five-grand, do it alone!"

Leroy looked at Rebekah and then to Mary-Margaret, not looking the least bit remorseful. He then looked back at Rebekah, his eyes going to her visible belly. He glared. "Lay off the milkshakes, sister." He muttered as he bumped into her while walking away.

Rebekah inhaled deeply and shook her head before moving to stand in front of Mary-Margaret. "Are you okay?"

Mary-Margaret held her head high and gave Rebekah a sharp nod. "I'm okay." But Rebekah knew that was a lie. Mary-Margaret then looked down at her friend's belly and her eyes grew wide in surprise before looking back up at Rebekah. "Today?"

Rebekah smiled and gave into a little shrug. "The people most important to me already know. Might as well let the town know, too." Mary-Margaret smiled softly before looking down at Rebekah's belly, moving her hand to rest above it, hesitant to touch. Rebekah laughed and shook her head. "Go on."

Mary-Margaret grinned and placed her hand on Rebekah's belly, caressing it gently. "How's house hunting going?" she asked. "Find a place for you and the little one yet?"

Rebekah frowned and shook her head. "Nope. Still no luck." She sighed in frustration. "I swear, every apartment complex that I've applied for has turned me down. I don't get it." She huffed in frustration.

Mary-Margaret dropped her hand from Rebekah's belly and raised her brows. "Do you think that...it could be Regina?"

When Rebekah had been old enough to start applying for jobs, Regina had made it impossible for the young girl to find a place to work in Storybrooke, leaving her with no other option than to work for the woman herself. It wouldn't have surprised Rebekah to find out that Regina was doing the same thing with Rebekah's house-hunting. But, since something like this had happened before, Rebekah didn't shy away from asking Regina point blank if she had anything to do with her getting rejected from every apartment she applied for and her older sister swore that she had nothing to do with it.

Rebekah blew air out of her nose and shook her head. "That was my first thought but when I asked her, Regina said she had nothing to do with it. Blamed it on my poor credit."

Mary-Margaret rolled her eyes at that. "Ridiculous." She muttered under her breath. "Well, if you still can't find a place by the end of the week, I'm sure Emma wouldn't mind if you stayed with us for a while."

Rebekah smiled fondly at Mary-Margaret. "You're sweet, but that's too much. It'd be too much of a burden to you and Emma." Mary-Margaret was the only one to know about who the father of Rebecca's baby truly was and why he was no longer a part of her life. And after Rebekah told her about the pregnancy, Mary-Margaret had been so attentive and nurturing to Rebekah that a part of her really wanted to take up that offer to stay at her place. Regina wasn't exactly offering to give Rebekah shoulder massages, but Mary-Margaret was. It didn't matter, Rebekah needed to be out on her own without the help of her friends. If she was going to raise this baby on her own, she needed to start being independent again.

"You are not a burden!" Mary-Margaret argued. "Not in the slightest. And besides, if you stay with us I can make you food that will help you with your pregnancy."

Rebekah kinked her brow. "Are you telling me that take-out and milkshakes aren't going to help me with my pregnancy?" She smirked. "Because they're helping me stay sane."

Mary-Margaret chuckled and shook her head. She looked around the room and watched as all the nuns looked at the two women and frowned. Rebekah looked in their direction, glaring at a few causing them to look elsewhere and then looked back to Mary-Margaret. "Do you want to go to Granny's and get a bite to eat while I drown my sorrows?" her friend asked.

Rebekah smiled, shrugging her shoulders innocently. "I suppose if you would like the company, I could join you to...maybe get a milkshake."

Mary-Margaret laughed and linked their arms together, grabbing both of their coats as they left the room. Rebekah was lucky to have a friend like Mary-Margaret; it made her feel less alone in this whole pregnancy business.

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Both Leroy and Mary-Margaret were on their second drink of the evening. Rebekah had left briefly to use the restroom and when she came out, the town grump was sitting next to her friend, ordering them another round. She had wanted to go home, put up her feet or soak in the tub but then she remembered that home was Regina's place. Rebekah no longer had a home to call her own. Which was why she stayed with Mary-Margaret and Leroy, eating her fruit salad dish while they continued to drink.

"Leroy, you understand that a relationship between you and Sister Astrid can never happen." Mary-Margaret made her voice soft, not wanting to upset Leroy. Or, that's what Rebekah figured she was doing.

"Yeah, yeah." Leroy grumbled. "My whole life people made it their business to tell me what I can't do." He closed his eyes and shook his head. "She was the first person that said I could do anything...who believed in me." He looked to Mary-Margaret for a moment before looking down at his empty glass. "I didn't want to disappoint her," Leroy admitted.

"But there are consequences to following through when the world tells you not to . I mean," Mary-Margaret sighed, "look at me. "Rebekah looked over to her friend and frowned, watching as Mary-Margaret focused on Leroy. "I am a pariah in this town."

"What about your good memories?" Leroy asked before Rebekah could argue with Mary-Margaret's statement.

"What do you mean?" Mary-Margaret asked.

"Didn't you have moments with him that you love?" Leroy asked Mary-Margaret and Rebekah felt her eyes fill with tears. She took in a shaky breath and turned a bit away from the two next to her, not wanting them to see her get emotional. Rebekah knew that Leroy was talking about David Nolan but her mind went to Jefferson.

Didn't you have moments with him that you love? So many. And it hurt every time she thought about them because it was all just some scheme to him to get back at Regina. But those moments, the moments where she'd wake up to the feelings of him brushing her hair away from her face and how she'd open her eyes and look up into his piercing blue eyes, smiling because her heart felt so whole knowing that he was right in front of her. Or how he somehow managed to perfect the way she drank her tea; the way he'd smile in amusement when she'd say something she really shouldn't have said, her habit of not thinking before speaking still causing her trouble. But he would just smile or even laugh when she'd cover her face in embarrassment for saying exactly what she was thinking.

She loved the nights where she'd curl into his side and her fingers would gently trace the scar around his neck and she could feel his pulse beating rapidly when she pressed a light kiss the angry purple scar. He had to feel something at that moment; why else would his heart beat so fast? Rebekah loved how he'd take care of her when she was too sleepy to leave the couch; Jefferson would pick her up and she snuggled her face against his chest as she carried her to the bedroom and tuck her into bed before getting in as well.

She loved all those moments. She loved...him. Still. Even after everything that happened.

"Do you regret them?" Rebekah heard Leroy asked Mary-Margaret.

"No, of course not." Mary-Margaret whispered softly.

"Isn't that what life's about? Holding on to your good memories? All I wanted was a moment with Astrid -- one moment to give me hope that any dream's possible," Leroy said sadly.

Rebekah closed her eyes after a tear escaped, moving her hand to wipe away the wetness on her face, trying to compose herself before turning back to face Leroy and Mary-Margaret.

"You've had all of that, Mary-Margaret," Leroy reminded the woman sitting next to him. "So stop feeling sorry for yourself and enjoy it," he told her, "because I haven't."

Mary-Margaret shook her head at his words. "Well, if I had the dream, I'm sorry to say it wasn't worth it."

"And sitting here drinking won't end this pain." Leroy grumbled.

"What will?" Mary-Margaret brought her drink to her lips and took another sip, placing it back down on the counter after swallowing.

"Okay, I think you've both had enough for tonight," Rebekah said, motioning for Ruby to bring the check.

Leroy grabbed the remainder of Mary-Margaret's drink and held it in his hand. "I can only think of one thing that will end the pain," he said, downing the rest of the alcohol. Leroy then looked to Rebekah. "You might want to sit this one out, preggo."

Rebekah had no idea what Leroy was planning and from the look on Mary-Margaret's face, she didn't know either. But the man got up from the car counter and headed toward the backroom of the diner. Mary-Margaret and Rebekah looked to one another for a moment before they scrambled to grab their things to follow after him.

They ran in the direction of where Leroy had gone and once they were in the back room, the two women looked up to the open hatch on the ceiling. "Oh God," Mary-Margaret whispered in horror before she started climbing up the ladder with Rebekah on her tail.

Mary-Margaret's head popped up over the hatch and she couldn't climb fast enough for what she must have seen Leroy doing. As Rebekah hurried after, Mary Margaret's shoes clambered up but she half-stumbled on the last rung. That didn't stop her from calling out to Leroy.

"What are you doing?!" Mary-Margaret continued to yell. When Rebekah was finally at the top of the ladder and climbing onto the roof, she looked over to see Leroy standing on the ledge of the building with Mary-Margaret pleading with him not to jump. "Please don't do it!" Mary-Margaret cried.

Leroy looked to the woman like she was an idiot. "I'm not gonna jump," he said in disgust.

"You're not?"

"No, are you crazy?" Leroy said back to Mary-Margaret.

Rebekah huffed, moving to stand next to Mary-Margaret. "You said there was only one way to end all the pain and then you go stand on the ledge of the roof! What else are we supposed to expect?!" She scolded Leroy.

He shook his head. "The both of you are crazy. I could hit someone! You know how much damage I could do? I'm solidly built." He hit his belly.

"Leroy, what are you doing up here?" Mary-Margaret asked the obvious.

The man picked up a sledge hammer and got it ready to strike. "I'm gonna get my moment."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! What?" Mary-Margaret moved forward only to have Rebekah pull her back.

"You two might wanna duck," Leroy said before smashing his sledge hammer into the transformer.

Mary-Margaret quickly moved Rebekah out of the way, using her hands to shield her own head as Rebekah did the same, but with one hand over her head and one over her belly. The entirety of Storybrooke was pitch-black. The power was out... everywhere.

"Seriously?!" Rebekah looked over at the man and glared.

Mary-Margaret looked out into the dark, as Rebekah listened to the sound of people on the street talking loudly about the power outage.

"I'm selling candles, sister."

Rebekah snapped her head to look over at Leroy. "You...are...a genius."

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The power outage. It was almost as if it were fate. With the panic of all the security guards and nurses scrambling to find each patient and get them into one room for safe keeping, Jefferson was able to snatch the nurses' key and the security badge that would let him into the room that led to the tunnels. Fate.

The only problem Jefferson had now was getting around the tunnels. He could hardly see any of his surroundings and in the medicated state he was already in, he was more than a bit directionally challenged. But he followed the sounds of the townspeople above the town all speaking loudly to one another. He knew he must be near the town square which meant that he would be near the hatch that would lead him to the sewer system that would place him just outside of Granny's diner.

He used his hands to help navigate his way to the section that would take him to the hatch, head still a little fuzzy from his latest dose of medication and heart still heavy from the look in Rebekah's eyes the last time he saw her when she came to visit him. He told her everything. The truth about Regina and the curse and she looked at him the same way the people in Wonderland did -- as if he were mad.

Jefferson didn't blame her. No, he didn't. But the look in her eyes had broken his heart. A part of him had contemplated just staying in the hospital for good. But the power went out and he saw his chance to escape and refused to not take it. Rebekah was still cursed and she may think he was mad but he would prove to her that he wasn't.

He just needed to make a new hat.

Jefferson had stopped his efforts of making a new hat after he began everything with Rebekah but now more than ever he needed to find a way to make a hat that would get them the hell out of Storybrooke. Yes, a new hat. He'd grab Rebekah and Grace and they'd portal jump into another realm and they'd live happily ever after. Yes, happily ever after. It was the only way to break the curse.

It felt like hours before Jefferson finally found the hatch that would lead him to the sewer system, the smell absolutely repulsive. But he needed to get to Rebekah -- he needed to get to Grace! There was nothing he wouldn't do to reunite his family. He pushed through the awful scent and the water until he was able to climb out of a man-hole just behind Granny's diner.

Jefferson rubbed his eyes, his mind going dizzy for a moment from how much energy he had been using. He stumbled backwards, his back hitting the wall of the diner causing him to wince as he continued to rub at his eyes.

"I have to say," a familiar voice made him jump, hands dropping from his eyes as a blurry figure of Mr. Gold walked up to him. "You managing to escape wherever Regina had you locked away is quite impressive."

Jefferson glared, pushing himself off of the building and stumbled over to Mr. Gold. "Where is she?"

"Our Mayor? Oh, I don't know."

"Not her. Where is Rebekah?" Jefferson seethed.

Mr. Gold gave Jefferson a wicked grin. "Last I saw, she was selling candles with Mary-Margaret and Leroy." Jefferson pushed past Mr. Gold only to be pulled back. "Not so fast." He said the words slowly. "If you go up to Rebekah in the state that you're in, it won't end pretty."

"I need her." Jefferson shrugged away from Mr. Gold. "She's in danger." He walked forward.

"Not with me around," Mr. Gold said, causing Jefferson to stop. He turned around slowly and looked to where Mr. Gold was standing, hand resting on his cane and his head tilted while smiling. "I intend to give Rebekah a place to stay so that she's away from Regina." Jefferson narrowed his eyes at Mr. Gold, not understanding. "Oh, did you really think I just so happened to buy your old home to renovate so that I could give it to some random person?" He chuckled.

Jefferson shook his head, walking over to Mr. Gold. "Why are you helping? What's in it for you?"

"I've grown fond of Rebekah," Mr. Gold confessed and Jefferson scoffed, not believing him. Mr. Gold chuckled at his response before saying, "Emma Swan may be the key to breaking the curse, but your wife is the key to something much bigger."

He didn't understand. Maybe it was the drugs, maybe it was because Gold was always cryptic. But before he could ask the man what he meant, his dizziness got the best of him and he fell down onto the floor.

When he woke up, Jefferson was in a room he did not recognize, he blinked a couple of times, his body feeling stiff from his fall. The sun was out and he could hear the sound of rain. He opened his mouth feeling the dryness of going without water for... how long was I asleep? Jefferson wondered.

"Good morning, Jefferson." Mr. Gold walked into the room, carrying a glass of water in the hand that wasn't holding onto his cane.

Jefferson looked around the room and then back to Gold. "Am I at your house?"

The man nodded. "I couldn't exactly bring you back to yours. Regina will be looking for you. But something tells me she's not going to want to involve our sheriff." Mr. Gold chuckled as he handed Jefferson water. "But she is still looking. Sidney Glass as well."

Jefferson rolled his eyes at that after swallowing a large mouthful of water. "Where's Bex?" he asked.

Mr. Gold looked down at his watch and clicked his tongue. "Doctor's appointment. They're doing weekly visits to monitor her and the baby until she reaches twenty weeks to make sure nothing goes wrong again."

He sat up more, fear surging through him. "Again?" Jefferson's voice broke. "What happened?"

Mr. Gold raised a brow, "I shouldn't be surprised by the fact that you don't know," He said in amusement, "Regina I'm sure never bothered to mention it."

"What happened?!" Jefferson grew more serious.

"Rebekah nearly miscarried." Mr. Gold told him. "If Regina hadn't gotten her to the hospital on time, you'd probably have lost them both." Jefferson felt bile rise in his throat and before he could stop himself, he got sick all over the side of the bed. Mr. Gold sighed in irritation.

Jefferson coughed, his throat burning from getting sick, eyes watering from the strain he put on himself. "How'd it happen?" he asked. "Did Regina do something to the baby?"

"I'm sure she was planning to," Mr. Gold answered Jefferson's question. "But Rebekah's body beat her to it. Clearly it made Regina have a change of heart. The woman is now going to these appointments with Rebekah and buying her pregnancy books. Rebekah even mentioned that Regina wanted to start doing pregnancy yoga with her."

Jefferson shook his head. "No," he told Mr. Gold. "You need to keep Regina away from Rebekah."

"That's my intention," he said back. "She just needs to accept my offer."

"She wouldn't take the house?" Jefferson said, lips twitching up a bit. Rebekah was still stubborn.

"No," Mr. Gold said. "But another few days with Regina and I'm sure she'll be calling me back with a different answer." He smirked. Mr. Gold then gave Jefferson a serious look. " If she does take the house, you need to stay away from her."

"No."

"Stress is not good for the baby. And dear old Rebekah still is under the impression that you only started something up with her to get back at your one true love; Regina." Jefferson scoffed at his statement. But he understood. Stress wasn't good for the baby or Rebekah. No matter how badly he wanted to grab Rebekah and make her remember, it wasn't safe. "You can go back to your home in a week or two and hideout there if you're more comfortable. But I will be monitoring Rebekah closely so if you try and contact her, I'll know."

Jefferson took another gulp of his water before laying back down on the bed. "I need supplies," he told Mr. Gold.

"For?"

"A hat."

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Regina was making that face that Rebekah hated as she watched her younger sister eat her breakfast. "What?" She snapped, no longer able to control her anger. The look consisted of suspicion and a hint of judgement. She had been acting strangely all morning. Jumpy, testy, more overbearing than usual. When Mr. Gold had called Rebekah with the offer to move into the home they were renovating until she found someplace else to say, Rebekah said no and had every intention of sticking to her answer. But now she was starting to rethink her answer as Regina continued to look at her with narrowed eyes and refused to speak. "Oh my god, Regina, out with it."

The woman raised her brow. "New necklace?" Regina tilted her head. "I haven't seen you wear it before." It felt more like Regina was accusing Rebekah of something rather than asking a question. What she was accusing? Rebekah did not know.

"Old," she said, bringing her fork to her mouth and took a bite of the fruit salad dish Mary-Margaret had given her a few days ago. If she didn't eat it soon, it'd go bad and Rebekah would feel guilty for splurging on junk food instead of the healthy food her friend made for her.

Regina leaned forward, hands grabbing onto the counter giving Rebekah a look that read; Oh, is that so? She could practically hear her sister's voice in her head dripping with sarcasm. But that was not what Regina said. "Why have I never seen it?" she instead asked.

Rebekah inhaled deeply through her nose -- in and out, in and out. She could feel her temper starting to flare and if Regina made one more snide remark, she was going to lose it. "I don't know, Regina." She placed her fork down on the counter. "I don't recall ever sitting down with you and going through every single piece of jewelry that I own." Rebekah snarked. "I found it while packing up my apartment. Is that a good enough answer for you?"

"It's mine." Regina said, standing up straight with her arms now crossed over her chest. "I want it back."

That made Rebekah laugh. "Are you joking?"

Regina shook her head, eyes narrowed to try and intimidate Rebekah who shook her head, lips pressed together as she tried to bite her tongue from saying something she might regret later. When she refused to budge, Regina nostrils flared. "Give me the damn necklace, Rebekah. You should have never had it in the first place!"

"No." Rebekah made her voice strong as she sat up from her chair. "It's mine ."

Regina let out a bitter laugh. "You are still such a child." She glared. "Always wanting something that belongs to me that you can't have. Kind of like Jefferson. I heard you last night calling out his name while you were sleeping. Honestly, Rebekah, are you so messed up in the head that you're fantasizing about the man who only used you to get back at me." Regina spat out like acid. Rebekah felt her stomach drop, anger filling in her chest.

Regina had taken it too far this time. Rebekah couldn't control what she dreamt about and throwing the fact that Jefferson had only been using her for revenge was an awful thing to do! Rebekah was well aware what he had done and felt guilty each time she'd wake up from one of her recurring dreams but there was no way she could possibly control them. But more importantly, Regina should mind her own damn business! Rebekah thought bitterly. How did any of this affect her in any way?

Upon seeing the look on Rebekah's face, Regina sighed, shaking her head before looking to her sister. "I'm sorry," she apologized. "I shouldn't have said that."

Too late, Rebekah thought, she could practically feel her anger vibrating out of her body. "I found a place to move into. My things will be out by the end of the day." She grabbed her purse and walked away from Regina.

"Wait!" Regina yelled, following after Rebekah. She grabbed her little sister by the arm, pulling her roughly. "Where? Where are you living? With Jefferson ?" she accused.

That caused Rebekah to turn around and look at her sister. "What?" She made a face, not understanding what the hell her sister just asked. "Are you dense?" Rebekah yanked her arm out of Regina's grip. "Last time I checked, Jefferson was still holed up in that awful place so unless you are trying to threaten me right now by saying you'd have me put in there too, the answer to your ridiculous question is no. " She seethed.

Regina blinked, looking surprised. She swallowed hard and shook her head. "I'm sorry. Please don't leave. If not for me, for Henry's sake."

Rebekah glared. "Do not use Henry like that." Regina rolled her eyes. "I'm serious, Regina. You do not get to use Henry as a bargaining chip anymore. I am in his life for as long as he wants me in it." She made damn sure Regina knew that was the truth. "I'll have movers gather my things and I'll be out before sundown."

She walked away from Regina and headed for the door, hollering for Henry to gather his things so she could take him with her to her appointment like she had promised. "Give me the damn necklace, Rebekah!" Regina said in anger just as Henry hurried down the stairs to meet her.

Rebekah looked over her shoulder at her older sister. "If it was yours, it doesn't belong to you anymore." She grabbed Henry's hand and walked out of the open front door, not bothering to look back at Regina.

She was done. Regina had been trying to control every aspect of her life for too long. Like hell was Rebekah going to allow that to happen anymore. Especially not while she was pregnant. If Mr. Gold was still willing to let her stay in the home, she'd gladly accept his offer. Regina's comments about Jefferson were the last straw for Rebekah. The flood gates had opened and it was either sink or swim. She would not allow Regina to pull her down any longer. She was getting the hell out.

"Why are you and my mom fighting?" Henry asked Rebekah as they got into the car.

She sighed, rubbing her temples. "It's complicated, Henry." Rebekah gave him a bleak answer, one he did not accept.

"Are you guys fighting because you're moving out?" he asked next, his voice softer showing and Rebekah could hear the hurt in his tone.

She frowned and nodded her head. "Yes," she spoke honestly. "That and...," Rebekah trailed off and touched the stone of her necklace before looking over to Henry as she started up the car. "You know that even though I'm moving out does not mean that I'm not going to spend time with you, right, buddy?"

Rebekah did not want Henry to feel like he was no longer a priority in her life. He was, always would be. But she couldn't stay with Regina any longer. She had been getting on her nerves for the past week. Really, since they had gone and seen Jefferson. And after she had packed up her apartment with Ruby, the need to get away from Regina grew stronger. Yes, Rebekah was grateful with how good Regina had been with her, making sure she took her prenatal vitamins each morning and reading 'What to Expect When You're Expecting' like it was the damn Bible so that if Rebekah had any question; she'd be the one to give it to her. But there was tension growing between them and Rebekah could no longer take it.

Henry shrugged. "I guess," he said as Rebekah put the car in Drive and pulled onto the street.

Rebekah frowned but kept her eyes on the road. "My new place will have three bedrooms," she told Henry. "One for me, one of the nursery...and one for you if you ever want to have slumber parties."

"Really?" That seemed to perk Henry up.

Rebekah chuckled and nodded her head. "Yup. You can come over whenever you want."

Henry went on and on about what he'd like to have in his room at Rebekah's new place and frowned when she told him that the walls were already painted a light purple and that she couldn't repaint them when her nephew suggested painting the room a dark green. This wasn't a permanent living situation, it was just a place for Rebekah to live while looking for a home of her own. Rebekah did, however, tell Henry that he could keep some of his toys at her place and that seemed to make the little boy happy.

Rebekah was quiet the rest of the way to her appointment, vaguely listening as he went on and on about his upcoming school project and Rebekah had agreed to help him with said project without even knowing what it was. Her mind was elsewhere. Mainly; where the hell was she going to get money now? If she was living in the home she and Mr. Gold had renovated, that meant that she no longer had a job. The job was done,the house was hers temporarily which meant that she no longer would have a steady income.Dammit, she cursed at herself. Rebekah really should have had all her ducks in a row before her fight with Regina.

"Are you okay?" Henry asked. "You're sweating," he pointed out, frowning at Rebekah in worry.

She swallowed hard, nodding her head as she focused on the road.

How much do I have in savings? Rebekah wondered. What if Mr. Gold asks for an outrageous number for rent? She swallowed again and sat up a bit more in the seat. If I can't afford...maybe Mary-Margaret...no, you can't live with Emma and Mary-Margaret and have it be an all female remake of Three Men and a Baby.

"Bex?"

Rebekah blinked and shook her thoughts away. "I'm okay." When she looked over at him, she saw the worry in his eyes. "Honestly, Henry, the baby is fine," she said, knowing that he was worried.

He looked away from her and down at his hands. "When...that night," Henry picked at his cuticles. "You said you were fine...but then...you started bleeding."

"Henry," she said his name sadly. "That was very different." Rebekah had never spoken to Henry after she nearly miscarried that night -- she hadn't even known she was pregnant when it happened. But she hadn't even thought about how awful that must have been for Henry to see. "The baby is fine now. I feel it."

Henry scrunched his face up in confusion. "You mean that you can feel the baby?"

Rebekah chuckled. "Yes and no." She smiled as they pulled into the hospital parking lot. "I do feel the baby but what I was talking about was that...I feel like everything is going to be okay. The baby will be safe and healthy and you'll be an amazing big cousin." She grinned, focusing on pulling into an empty parking space. "But just to set your mind at ease, you can ask Dr. Porter herself." She parked the car and turned off the engine, looking to Henry as she unbuckled her seatbelt. "Ready?"

Henry nodded and they both got out of the car. Rebekah held out her hand for Henry to hold onto once they were standing at the back of her car. "Do you think we can find out if it's a boy or girl today?" He asked as he grabbed her hand.

"No," Rebekah told him. "Not at this appointment." She said as they walked up to the hospital doors. "Besides, even if it were possible, I think I'm going to wait a little while longer."

Henry made a noise of disappointment causing Rebekah to laugh. "Me and Paige have been picking out names," he told Rebekah once they were inside.

Rebekah took in a shaky breath. Paige. If Jefferson really was her birth-father, that meant that the child Rebekah was carrying was Paige's little brother or sister. Rebekah had told Paige a few weeks back that she could be an honorary big sister to her baby but she hadn't known back then what she knew now.

"Tell me," Rebekah said, trying to calm her rapidly beating heart as they stepped into the elevator.

Henry distracted Rebekah by listing all the names he and Paige had come up with, helping keep her mind off the fact that the only person she wanted to be having this conversation with was Jefferson. The elevator doors opened and Rebekah grabbed onto Henry's hand again and quickly walked to the reception area, checking herself in while Henry looked at the Highlights magazine.

When Dr. Porter came out to get them, Henry all put yanked Rebekah out of the chair, in a hurry to make sure the baby was okay.

"See, Henry," Rebekah said wiped off the ultrasound jelly once the check up was over. "I told you everything was fine."

Dr. Porter chuckled and nodded her head. "Yes, the baby is completely healthy, growing just as it's supposed to at this time," she assured Henry. Dr. Porter then focused on Rebekah. "Do you have any questions?"

Rebekah looked at Henry and then back to Dr. Porter, then back to Henry. "Henry will you go make my next appointment?" she asked, giving Dr. Porter a look that let her know that she'd double check to make sure the time worked.

"Yeah!" he said as he ran out of the room in excitement.

They both chuckled before Dr. Porter shut the door behind Henry. "You have questions?" she asked, taking a seat in her chair as Rebekah pulled her pants up a bit and rolled her shirt down.

"I've, uh," Rebekah felt her skin flush. "I've been having these recurring dreams."

"Sex dreams?" Rebekah's face turned a shade of bright pink as she looked to Dr. Porter in surprise. The woman smiled and nodded her head. "It's totally normal, Rebekah," she assured her. "Your libido increases during the 15th week of pregnancy so the dreams are completely normal. And daydreams." She chuckled causing Rebekah to raise her brow. "I read a paper about a woman who fantasized about nearly every one of her male co-workers while pregnant. From her cranky old sack of a boss to the mail boy."

Rebekah made a face. "Well, thankfully I haven't had dreams about multiple people." She then frowned, looking down at her face. "Just one."

"The father?" Dr. Porter said and when Rebekah looked back to her, she saw her doctor frowning slightly.

Rebekah forced a smile and shrugged in response. "I suppose I can't really pick and choose who I'm going to dream about. If that were possible I'd be dreaming of Marlon Brando."

Dr. Porter laughed and nodded her head. "If only." She smiled, moving to get off the seat so that she could walk Rebekah out of her office. "So you're next appointment will be next week and by then, if all goes well, your chance of miscarrying will only be about 1%, so that's something to celebrate."

Rebekah took in a deep breath and nodded her head. "I think everything is going to be fine but... it'll be good to be in the clear," she admitted with a little smile as they walked into the reception area where Henry was speaking to the woman behind the counter.

"I'll call and double check with you on the appointment?" Dr. Porter said as Henry grabbed onto Rebekah's hand and started pulling her out of the area.

"Yes," she chuckled. "See you next week, Jane."

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Jefferson was supposed to stay in the house.

He didn't.

He couldn't.

Not while Rebekah was out there and still believed Regina's lies.

He watched from afar as Rebekah walked out of the hospital with Henry, laughing at something he said. Jefferson had to take in a shaky breath at the sight of her. She was so beautiful, hair thrown back in a messy bun, a dark green shirt under her brown winter coat and when she started heading into the parking lot, Jefferson could see the swell of her belly. Their child was in there and he felt like he could hardly breathe. The baby was safe. They both were.

For so long he didn't think that Rebekah would ever want another child -- not after losing their second one before it was born. That experience had scared Rebekah, crushed her and it took a long time for her to even consider having another child. But when she did bring up having children again, it was too late.

She had made a deal with Regina to save his life and the price she paid was being taken away from her family. Dammit, Rebekah.

She should have just left him to die. Rebekah shouldn't have made the deal with Regina. But Jefferson couldn't hold it against her because if Rebekah were the one who was dying, he'd move heaven and earth to find a way to heal her. He loved her too much to ever lose her again, Jefferson refused to allow that to happen. He closed his eyes once Rebekah was out of sight and inside her car with Henry. Jefferson felt an all too familiar sense of loss building in his chest, the same he had during those years he spent without her.

"I should have known you wouldn't stay away." Jefferson clenched his jaw as he opened his eyes at the sound of Regina's voice. The man turned to look at Regina, eyes now narrowed into a glare. "I suppose it's a good thing we're already at the hospital. It'll be less of a struggle to get you there this time." She smirked as she pulled out her phone.

"You're not going to do that," Jefferson told her, still glaring.

Regina laughed. "Oh, is that so?"

"I have two words for you." Jefferson moved closer. "A name." He glared. "Belle French." Regina swallowed hard, trying to keep her composure. "I can tell Rumple that his true love is alive and that you have kept her locked away for twenty-eight years. How do you think he'll react?"

Regina shoved Jefferson in the chest. "You wouldn't dare." She snarled.

"You've threatened me and my family one too many times," Jefferson told her. "I suggest you not do it again." He straightened his jacket and scarf. "Now if you'll excuse me, I am going to return to my home."

There was no need to continue staying with Mr. Gold. Regina knew where he was But she also knew that if she ever tried to lock him away again or harm Rebekah or Grace, her secret would be exposed to the only other person in town aside from the two of them that wasn't cursed. And if Rumpelstiltskin were to ever find out that Belle was alive and kept locked away all these years, he'd kill Regina. That thought made him smile as he turned away from Regina.

"She wants nothing to do with you, Jefferson!" Regina shouted as Jefferson walked away from her. "She thinks you're mad. She said so herself! Rebekah is terrified of you and doesn't want you anywhere near her child," she continued on. He shook his head and ignored her. "She's so ashamed that she's not letting anyone know that the child is yours!" Regina added in a hiss, causing Jefferson to stop walking. "Rebekah is telling the town that the child is Graham's."

Jefferson looked over his shoulder watching as Regina smirked. "You're a liar," he seethed.

"Ask around town." Regina continued to smirk. "Only her closest friends have been told who the 'father' is." She used air quotes as she walked up to Jefferson. "Everyone else already speculates it. The whole town knew Graham loved Rebekah. It wouldn't be such a surprise that the two fell into bed together at one point." Regina moved around Jefferson to stand in front of him. "And honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if that actually had happened during these twenty-eight years," Regina said with a dark chuckle.

Jefferson swallowed hard and looked away from Regina.

"She doesn't want you anymore, Jefferson," she told him again. "Especially not after seeing your meltdown in the hospital. Face it, Jefferson, you're still the Mad Hatter. You didn't leave him behind in Wonderland -- he's a part of you now. And Rebekah witnessed it at the hospital. She'll never want you again."

Jefferson inhaled sharply through his nose and walked away from Regina, pushing her words to the back of his mind? so he didn't lose his cool. No, no, no, no, not true, not true, Jefferson said over and over again in his head. Not true. Liar, liar, liar. Not mad. Not mad again.

But the longer he went without seeing Rebekah made him feel the desperation he did back in Wonderland when his need to get back to Grace consumed him and he had gone mad trying to create a new hat that would bring them back to their realm.

Jefferson just needed to make another hat; he had been so close to creating a new one before he managed to escape Wonderland before the curse began. He had help, a way into Regina's castle to get Rebekah out of there but the Evil Queen caught him. His so-called 'friend' that offered him a way inside had betrayed him in the end just like a typical pirate and Jefferson was locked in the prisons while Rebekah was trapped in the top of the tower. There was no way to get to her. It was the closest he had been to her in years and he still couldn't get to her.

Jefferson shook away his scrambled thoughts and continued to block out the noises around him until he was in the back alley where he had parked one of Mr. Gold's cars. He needed to return it before Gold noticed it was gone. Jefferson moved his hand to rest on the hood of the car, hand balling up into a fist as Regina's words replayed in his head over and over again.

It wouldn't be such a surprise that the two fell into bed together at one point , Regina words echoed in his ears. I wouldn't be surprised if that actually had happened during these twenty-eight years.

No. Regina was a liar. She was just trying to get into his head. Rebekah and Graham had never... No, even in her cursed state, he believed that a part of her was waiting for him -- that her heart still knew him. She had told him that she had fallen in love with him when she came to visit him in the hospital. Had fallen in love. Past tense, Regina's voice mocked in his head. You really think she could ever love you now? His nails dug into his palms as he tried to rid the voice away. He didn't feel right. They had been over-medicating him and now without it, everything felt off. Jefferson just needed to get home and continue his quest to make a new hat. The hat would be his focus. Because once the hat was made, he could grab his family and they could run.

They'd leave Storybrooke and never look back.

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Rebekah listened to the sound of Mr. Gold's home phone go to the answering machine. She sighed, vaguely listening as Henry suggested that Ruby apply to be a bike messenger as they sat in the police station with the young woman, searching for any job openings posted on Storybrooke's town website.

"Bike messenger?"

"That's about taking things to people in a little basket."

"No. Yeah, see, I'm not so great at bike riding."

"How about taking things on foot to people in a little basket."

"I'm not so sure that's a real job."

Rebekah sighed once the phone finally beeped letting her know she could leave a message for Mr. Gold just as the phone started to ring again in the police station. Rebekah walked away from the desk and began to leave Mr. Gold her message.

"Hi, Mr. Gold. It's Rebekah. Look, I uh." Rebekah shook her head, feeling absolutely ridiculous. "I was wondering if your offer might still be on the table about me moving into the house?" she asked. "I understand if it's not; I did say no. I just..." She closed her eyes and sighed. "If I spend another minute with Regina, I might kill her." Rebekah said with a little chuckle. "Anyways, if you could get back to me soon I'd really appreciate it. Otherwise, I'm staying in an overcrowded apartment with three other women tonight so...yeah, call me back please?"

Rebekah hung up and turned around and saw Emma walking into the room, an amused smile on her face as Ruby hung up the phone. "How's it going?" Emma asked, walking up behind Henry and Ruby.

"Great," Ruby said sarcastically. "Except I can't do anything."

"I'm sure that's not true," Emma disagreed. "I just saw you on the phone. That was good."

"That?" Ruby motioned to the phone. "That's nothing."

Emma frowned. "No. No, it isn't." Ruby sighed and shook her head, leaning back in the chair. Rebekah watched as Emma looked over at her, still frowning before finally looking back to Ruby. "I actually have some money in the budget if you want to help out around here," Emma suggested.

Ruby stood up fast. "Yes!" she said in excitement. "Thank you!" Ruby jumped a little again but quickly composed herself. "Yes," she said causing Emma to chuckle. "Um, I could answer phones and help out." Ruby began to list. "Um, is there anything else that you need done? Organize files, cleaning up? Please. I wanna be useful."

Emma took in a quick breath, "I'm... swamped with the Kathryn Nolan thing. If you maybe want to grab us lunch, I would never say no to a grilled cheese."

"Done!" Ruby grinned and then looked to Henry, while grabbing her coat and purse, waiting for his order.

"Um, two chocolate chip cookies, an apple pie, and a hot dog."

"He ate at school," Emma told Ruby causing her to chuckle.

"For a second there, I thought you were ordering for Rebekah." She smirked before looking over at her friend. Rebekah playfully rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue at Ruby.

Mary-Margaret walked in just as Ruby was walking out and the young woman offered to grab something for her. But before Rebekah could loudly remind Ruby that she had not offered to get her anything, her phone rang.

Rebekah looked down at her phone and let out a sigh of relief. "Mr. Gold, hi."

Silence.

"Mr. Gold?" She said again, moving her phone away from her ear to look at the screen to make sure the call hadn't been dropped. But the call was still connected and the caller ID showed that it was Mr. Gold's home phone. "Hello? Are you there?" He didn't answer again and Rebekah sighed in frustration. "Um, I don't know if you can even hear me but I called earlier about staying in the house?" She said slowly. "Mr. Gold...?" Rebekah closed her eyes in frustration. "I'll try you back." She said and hung up.

Rebekah had hung up just in time to hear Mary-Margaret tell Emma about David being in the woods, acting like a completely different person. She opened her mouth to say something to try and comfort Mary-Margaret but her phone ringing again caught her off guard. Mr. Gold (work). She frowned, not understanding how he was calling her.

"Hello?" She answered again.

"Rebekah," he said. "I hope I'm not disturbing you on your day off."

She blinked in confusion. "I, uh," Rebekah shook her head. "No, I -- I just called you at home because you said that's where you'd be today."

"Oh, yes. That was the plan. But I had something arrive at the shop that was meant to be delivered tomorrow and had to pick it up."

"You're...not home?"

Mr. Gold chuckled, "I'd figure that was quite obvious, Ms. Mills."

"But you just," Rebekah stopped herself. They could speak about that later. There was a reason she called him in the first place. "I actually called your home for a reason," she told him. "I was wondering if your offer to stay at the house until I can find a permanent place to stay was still on the table?"

"Absolutely," Mr. Gold told her.

Rebekah sighed in relief and smiled. "Great," she said. "I'm going to try and find a mover to gather all my things from Regina's and I should be there soon for the keys -- unless you want me to meet you at your shop. I'm at the station right now with Henry and Emma so I can swing by."

"Don't worry about the movers, Rebekah. I'll get everything handled. You shouldn't be doing any heavy lifting right now. Your things will be moved in and ready by 6 pm."

Rebekah couldn't help but let out a surprised laugh. She knew Mr. Gold was a powerful man but it was almost as if he were anticipating Rebekah changing her mind and asking to move in to the house. She frowned, remembering that since she would be living in the house, she wouldn't be making any money. "Uh, about rent."

"Don't worry about it, Rebekah. We'll discuss it all later."

"I just -- since I'm no longer working on the house with you..."

"Rebekah, I am not going to allow a pregnant woman to end up living in her car. Do not worry about rent. Whatever you can afford that will leave you able to take care of yourself and your child is fine with me."

Rebekah frowned, "Mr. Gold."

"I'll see you tonight, Rebekah." He hung up and Rebekah frowned, not feeling right about any of this. Why was Mr. Gold offering her this home? Why did he care so much about hers and the baby's wellbeing.

"Bex?" Emma broke Rebekah away from her thoughts. "Did you want something to eat? I can call Ruby and ask her to pick you up something."

She shook her head, "No. I have some running around to do. Thanks though," she said as she walked over to where Henry was sitting to gather her things. "Do you need me to drop you off?" she asked and he shook his head and told her he'd stay a while. Rebekah smiled and ruffled his hair before she walked away from him.

"Do not forget to eat, Rebekah!" Mary-Margaret shouted from the sheriff's office as she watched Rebekah walk by it.

"Since finding out I was pregnant, have you ever seen me skip a meal?" She shouted back to Mary-Margaret as she walked out of the building.

Rebekah left the office, walked over to the car and once she was finally inside of it, her hands gripped onto the steering wheel as she stared off into the distance. Her mind flashed with her dreams from last night and Rebekah's skin flushed. She groaned in frustration and shrugged off her winter coat and started her car so that she could put the A.C on.

Why are you dreaming about him? She asked herself.

Because you still love him, a voice answered back. You never stopped.

Rebekah pulled out of the parking space and onto the road, driving in the direction of the only baby boutique in Storybrooke. She really wanted to wait until she was completely out of the clear for her chances of miscarrying but she needed to focus on something positive to keep her mind off of her broken heart and increased sex drive and off fantasies about Jefferson that felt more like memories than daydreams.

She spent a few hours in the baby store simply browsing. Scanning through the clothing racks for both boys and girls infant wear and the more time she spent in the shop, the more upset she got. Rebekah didn't want to be doing this kind of stuff alone! She wanted to be doing it with Jefferson. Rebekah wanted them to have this baby together to be a family. Paige included if she ever wanted to be. She knew logically that she shouldn't want these things. Jefferson betrayed her trust and had used her to get back at Regina.

But that day at the hospital when she visited him, he had told her that he loved her. And it felt real. His words were desperate and passionate and Rebekah could have sworn he had said them to her a thousand times before but none of that was possible. It was her hormones and pregnancy brain messing with how she was perceiving things. Jefferson had never told her he loved her before. That was the first time. And there was a chance he hadn't even meant it.

He loves you, you know he does.

Rebekah huffed as she sat in one of the rocking chairs and looked out the window at the sky changing colors from a grey-ish shade into a darker blue. The sun was starting to set and Rebekah knew she'd need to leave soon. But she couldn't find it in herself to even get out of the chair.

"Ms. Mills?" She jumped slightly at the sound of the owners of the shop's voice. The man chuckled while apologizing for scaring her before moving to stand in front of her. Rebekah looked down at his hands, seeing him holding onto a blanket. She frowned, sitting up a bit to get a better look. "I believe you dropped this." He held out the blanket to Rebekah.

"No," Rebekah said but still took the blanket. "I, this isn't mine."

The man frowned when Rebekah looked back at him. "Well, it's not one of ours."

Rebekah looked down at the blanket, the material felt so familiar to her and when she brought the blanket to her nose, the scent of the blanket was familiar as well. She shook her head and set it down in her lap. "It must have been someone else's who came in today."

The man shook his head. "You've been our only customer."

Rebekah moved the blanket to rest just above her heart. "It's mine." She said suddenly. "It belongs to me."

The owner gave her an odd look but nodded his head before walking away. Rebekah got up from the chair and walked out of the store with the blanket in her hands. It's your blanket. It's your baby's blanket, the voice told her.

She got into her car and set the knitted blanket down next to her in the passenger seat before starting the car up and pulling out of her parking spot. Rebekah drove as the sky grew dark and only wanted one thing. Sleep. She was so tired and her heart and mind were at a war with each other and it was exhausting.

Fifteen minutes later Rebekah was driving into the woods just as the moving vans were pulling out. She had to blink in surprise that she had even drove to the house. Rebekah was on autopilot and hadn't even realized what she was doing. Yes, Rebekah knew she was going to the house but her mind was so loud and she was shocked that she even found her way to the house. Rebekah had taken a completely different route to get to the house but somehow she managed to find it without even concentrating on the road.

She made a face, praying that she hadn't hit an animal on the way over. That or run any red lights. With Graham as sheriff he'd never go through with giving her tickets. She didn't know if Emma would do the same.

Rebekah parked the car in front of the house and grabbed her purse and the baby blanket from the passenger seat before getting out of the car. Mr. Gold was waiting outside speaking with a man that Rebekah recognized as a local electrician. The lights in the house were on and Rebekah was thankful for that. They normally worked in the day so the home was always filled with natural light. Rebekah hadn't even thought about how the home was still powerless when she accepted Mr. Gold's offer. It seemed as though he took care of that, too.

"Come," Mr. Gold motioned to Rebekah as she locked up her car. Rebekah chuckled at him gesturing for her to hurry inside as he walked inside the home with the electrician following closely behind him. Rebekah followed after the two men, smiling as she walked into the home. "I didn't know if you wanted your furniture from your apartment here but seeing as you only had a couch and chair, I thought it might be nice for you to use the furniture we picked out already."

She opened her mouth to protest but Mr. Gold stopped her. "Come upstairs," he told her as he slowly made his way up the stairs. Rebekah patiently followed after him, knowing it was hard for him to get up and down the stairs. Once they made it to the second floor, Mr. Gold took Rebekah where the master bedroom was. She smiled softly when she saw all of her things were already set up.

"Thank you, Mr. Gold," she said, truly appreciating him doing all of this for her.

"There's one more thing I have to show you." He left the room and Rebekah listened to the sound of his cane hitting against the floor as he walked down the hallway. She found him in the room right next to hers and stopped in the doorway when she saw what was placed in the room.

A crib, pressed against the wall right next to the window that overlooked the whole yard.

"Do you like it?"

Rebekah looked at Mr. Gold, finally tearing her eyes away from the crib. "Did you buy this?" she asked.

"Oh, no," he said with a smile as he walked over to the crib. "It just appeared here...almost like magic." Rebekah gave him a doubtful look causing the man to chuckle. "And I see you went and got a blanket for the child," he said, motioning to the blanket she held in her hand.

Rebekah brought the blanket to her chest and nodded.

"Ms. Mills," the electrician said from behind her. "I want to go over everything with you before I leave. Do you mind?"

Rebekah looked to the crib one more time before leaving the room and going with the electrician. Eventually the two men left and Rebekah was left on her own in the home. She looked around, an odd sense of comfort filling her. She locked all the doors and turned off all the lights downstairs before she headed upstairs. Rebekah dressed for bed and after unpacking some of the items Mr. Gold had left for her to unpack on her own (her delicate's), Rebekah climbed into bed and snuggled the baby blanket against her chest as she fell asleep.

That night she didn't dream of Jefferson the way she had been. Instead, her dreams were of them in this house with their child in his arms as he hummed happily to the baby as it cooed back to him. And again...it felt more like a memory than a dream.

But that wasn't possible.