STORYBROOKE, Maine

The sound of ringing going off in the early hours of the morning caused Jefferson to groan. He moved a little, allowing Rebekah to stretch her arm over to grab the phone off of his nightstand. "Sorry," she mumbled as she unplugged her phone. "Hello?" she answered sleepily. Jefferson rolled onto his side, eyes still closed and his arms reaching to wrap around Rebekah only to feel her pull away. "Is he okay?" she asked, causing Jefferson to open one eye. He watched as his wife nodded her head, rubbing at her temples before she got out of bed. "I'll be right there."

"What's going on?" Jefferson asked, watching as his wife sleepily walked around the room trying to dress.

"Henry's having nightmares," she said with a yawn, moving to their dresser and turning on the lamp causing Jefferson to look away from the bright light.

His eyes fell on the window, seeing that the sun hadn't even begun to rise yet. "Don't kids have nightmares all the time?" he asked. "I know that Grace did."

Rebekah instantly looked to Jefferson, a frown forming. "What about?" Jefferson sighed, not meaning to upset her. But he knew his wife well enough to know that she wouldn't let it go. "About Regina taking me?" He nodded his head. "I'm beginning to regret promising to help her through this whole 'no magic' phase of her life." She grumbled causing Jefferson to smirk.

"I told you that you would." Rebekah playfully glared at him before she pulled off her nightgown and put on a pair of jeans. He watched as she frowned, not able to button them. He chuckled, getting out of bed and moving to help her. Jefferson pulled out a pair of stretch pants that he knew Rebekah would be more comfortable in and a cream colored sweatshirt that was large enough that her bump wouldn't cause the fabric to ride up. "Time for some new clothes." he told her, helping her dress. "Lucky for you, Regina made me rich in this world."

Her green eyes shined as Jefferson pulled her sweatshirt over her head, a wide grin forming on her lips. "I love you so much," Rebekah told him as her arms moved to loop around his shoulders. He chuckled, leaning down to kiss her. But before he could convince her to come back to bed, Rebekah was pulling out of his arms and heading to their closet to get some shoes. "I'll be back in a bit," she told him.

"Wait, why do you have to go?" He asked, following after her into the closet. "It's not even dawn."

"Because my stubborn nephew is refusing to go back to sleep unless I come over," she replied as she pulled on her boots. "And since I basically raised him, I know that threat is true and Charming could probably use a break."

"What about Grace?" he asked as she stood up and walked over to him. "If she wakes up and sees that you're gone--"

"You will have made pancakes to distract her." Rebekah cut him off with a smirk. "Save me some," she whispered before pressing a quick kiss to his lips and walked out of the bedroom.

He sighed, going to the window of their room to watch her pull out of the driveway. "Where'd Mama go?" Jefferson turned back to see Grace standing in the doorway. He frowned upon seeing the worried look in her eyes. "She didn't go to Regina did she?"

They had told Grace about Rebekah deciding to help Regina and their daughter wasn't too thrilled with the idea. She was a very opinionated young lady who let her parents know when she thought an idea of theirs was ridiculous and Jefferson couldn't disagree with her on this one. Rebekah helping Regina...it was madness. And he knew madness. But he'd stay close and keep his wife safe.

"No," Jefferson told Grace, walking over to where she stood. "Charming called and asked for some help with Henry."

Grace looked down at her fingers, picking at her cuticles. "Is Mama okay?"

Jefferson's brows furrowed together. "Of course. Why?"

She shrugged, looking up at her father. "We were talking yesterday while you made dinner and...she forgot about our class toad."

He raised his brow at that. "Class toad ?"

"I'm supposed to take care of the toad next week and when I reminded Mama, she didn't remember that my class had a toad," she confessed. "But I know that when Henry was in charge of the toad, Mama was took care of it because they knew that Regina wouldn't want a toad in her house."

Jefferson smiled sadly at Grace. "When your mama was pregnant with you," he took her hand, "she would forget things all the time." Jefferson said, "She'd be boiling some water for tea and walk right out of the kitchen and forget all about it. I remember being so worried that she'd walk into the woods one day and forget her way home she was so scatterbrained." He tried to tease. But he could see the look of worry in his daughter's eyes.

Grace looked down at the ground, sniffling a little. "What if she forgets us?"

"Hey." He squeezed her hand. "Your mama won't forget us," Jefferson promised her. "She might forget small things every once in a while but that's only because her body is working very hard to grow your baby brother right now." Grace inhaled deeply and nodded her head. "Do you want pancakes?" Jefferson asked, earning a small smile from Grace. "Alright but you gotta help me make them." That earned a full grin from his daughter.

Together, they made their way downstairs to the kitchen to make pancakes. He tried his best to not look worried with the information that Grace had just given him because he was starting to notice how forgetful his wife had been in the last few days as well.

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By the time Rebekah showed up to Snow and Emma's apartment, she could already smell the scent of breakfast being cooked inside. She knocked on the door before entering the unlocked apartment, raising her brow at Henry as he sat in the kitchen helping David make waffles and bacon. He gave her an innocent smile causing Rebekah to chuckle before letting David know that she was in the apartment as well.

"Good morning, Charming," she said as she set her purse down on the table off of the kitchen.

He looked over at her, smiled, and went back to cooking the bacon. "Sorry to make you drive out here," David apologized, putting some bacon on a plate and motioned for her to eat.

"Don't worry about it, David," Rebekah said as she walked over to where he stood and took the plate from him. "Just don't tell Jefferson that you already fed me." She smirked. "He's making pancakes for when I get back." David smiled and then looked over at Henry, watching as the little boy drew in his school notebook. Rebekah knew that was her cue to go talk to her nephew. "How are you doing, buddy?" she asked as took a seat next to him. Henry shrugged his shoulders, not giving her a verbal answer. "Will you tell me about your nightmare?"

Henry sighed, setting down his pencil and pushed his drawing over to Rebekah so she could see it. It was a room on fire, but hidden behind the flames were a pair of eyes. Rebekah picked up the drawing, analyzing it more. She frowned, noticing that the curtains on fire looked familiar. They almost looked like the curtains inside the hat.

"I don't know who was in there with me but...I know I wasn't alone."

Rebekah set down the drawing and looked back at Henry. "I bet that was pretty scary," she said softly, moving her hand to rest against Henry's cheek. Henry looked down at his hands and nodded his head. "The fire in the room...could you feel it?"

Henry inhaled deeply and nodded his head. "It was too hot," he admitted. "And the smoke...it made it hard for me to breathe." His eyes locked with Rebekah's. "Auntie Bex, I don't want to go to sleep again."

She frowned, moving forward and pulling Henry into a hug. "I'll find a way to make the nightmares go away, Henry," Rebekah promised. He hugged her back tightly, little arms circling around her as far as they could. "My belly is getting too big for bear hugs." She joked, causing Henry to chuckle.

"It's not that big, Bex," Henry said causing Rebekah to raise her brow at him.

"Oh really?" She laughed. "Tell that to the pair of jeans on my bedroom floor that I tried to squeeze into this morning," Rebekah said as she wrinkled her nose, making Henry laugh. "Grumpy was right; I need to lay off the milkshakes," She said, tickling his side causing Henry to laugh louder.

She looked over at Charming, a smile of gratitude on his lips that Rebekah managed to distract Henry from his dreams. His cell phone rang, causing David to look away. Rebekah listened and watched as David's eyes grew large before he nodded his head and told whoever had called that he was on his way.

"What was that about?" Rebekah asked David as he turned off the burners on the stove and quickly dumped the bacon he had been cooking onto a plate, unplugging the waffle maker as well.

"They might have found something in the tunnels," David told Rebekah as he put on his coat. "Come on, Henry. We've got to go check it out." He ushered the boy to get ready.

"I can stay with Henry so that he can eat his breakfast," Rebekah started to say but Henry had already run to get his clothes on. "Or not," she said with a little smile. "Did they find fairy dust?" Rebekah turned her attention back to David.

"They didn't say. All they said was that it was urgent," he said as Henry came running into the kitchen again to grab a couple of pieces of bacon before they both headed to the door. "Oh," David said suddenly, looking to Rebekah. "Did you want to come? We can all ride together."

She shook her head. "No thanks," Rebekah told them. "I got a family to get back to."

"Thank you," David said, giving Rebekah a grateful smile. She knew that Charming had a lot on his plate right now with filling in as town sheriff while Emma was gone and on top of that, raising Henry as well.

They all left the apartment together and on the way home, Rebekah's phone began to ring. "Hello?" She answered, seeing that it was David again. "Is everything okay?"

"Diamonds," David answered.

"Diamonds?" Rebekah said back. "Diamonds from this world or diamonds from our world?" She pulled off of the main road and into the woods that would lead to her house where Jefferson and Grace were waiting for her to return.

"Our world."

She closed her eyes for a moment, feeling hopeful again. "What do you need from me?"

"Jefferson's hat." Rebekah nodded. She could do that. "If this works...we'll have enough fairy dust to make the hat work again. We can bring them home."

"I'm almost home. I'll grab the hat and then meet you at Granny's, okay?"

"Meet us there around 5 this evening. We're having celebratory drinks."

Rebekah laughed. "I'm pregnant."

Charming laughed and after they discussed the plan again, Rebekah hung up the phone and by the time she had pulled into the driveway, her stomach was groaning loudly at her for food.

"Jefferson!" She hollered loudly as she walked into the house.

Both Jefferson and Grace came running to the door, eyes wide with worry. "Are you okay?" Jefferson asked, a spatula in hand as he wore one of her aprons. Grace had the same worried look on her flour-covered face and Rebekah's heart warmed at the sight.

"Do you two have any idea what you look like right now?" She chuckled.

Jefferson rolled his eyes as he smiled while Rebekah walked up to them, bending down to kiss the top of Grace's head and then standing on her toes to press a kiss to Jefferson's lips. "They found diamonds," Rebekah whispered as she pulled away from Jefferson, her hand moving to rest on Grace's shoulder as she stood next to her father. She looked at Jefferson, a smile forming on her lips. "Diamonds from our world in the tunnels!" Rebekah said in excitement. "They're working on grinding the diamonds into fairydust and if all goes well...we can use the hat again."

Jefferson blinked in surprise. "Are you certain?" Rebekah grinned, nodding her head. "Okay," he told her. "I'll grab the hat."

He moved to walk past her but Rebekah grabbed him by the arm. "Whoa, whoa, slow down, handsome." She teased, pulling him back to her. "They still gave to grind the diamonds into dust; it's going to take a few hours."

Jefferson looked at Rebekah, a smile forming on his lips. "Bex," he whispered her name. "We can go home," he said before pulling her into a hug, kissing the side of her face. Rebekah couldn't remember the last time she felt so much joy and hope.

"I don't want to go back," Grace said, causing Jefferson and Rebekah to pull away from each other and look down at their daughter. "I'm not going." She folded her arms over her chest and walked away from her parents.

Well...that was certainly something Rebekah hadn't seen coming.

"To the dwarves!" David yelled as everyone at Granny's cheered, clinking their mugs together in celebration. Jefferson sat in a booth next to his daughter who was now refusing to speak to either of her parents until they promised that their stay in Storybrooke was permanent.

"Do you want a milkshake, Grace?" Rebekah asked, sitting across from them next to Henry. Grace folded her arms over her chest and looked away from her mother, who sighed in return. "How about you, Henry?" She asked her nephew. Henry shook his head, drinking from a large mug. Rebekah raised her brow at him, looking closer to the drink. "Who gave you coffee?"

He sighed. "I snuck some from the pot up front," Henry admitted.

"Are you trying to stay up?" Jefferson asked the boy who was technically his nephew. "Because of the nightmares?" Henry looked down at his cup of coffee and nodded his head slowly. Jefferson looked to Rebekah, seeing the worry in her eyes. "Don't worry, kid," Jefferson said. "Your Grandpa has slayed dragons before; he won't ever let anything bad happen to you."

The corner of Henry's mouth twitched up, amused by Jefferson's statement.

"How about we get you some cocoa instead of coffee?" Jefferson said next, sliding the cup of coffee away from Henry. The little boy chuckled and nodded his head. "Grace, why don't you and Henry go get us all some hot cocoa," Jefferson suggested, handing his daughter some money. She huffed by after getting a stern look from her father, she motioned for Henry to follow her to the counter.

Rebekah's hand moved across the table, holding onto Jefferson's. "Thank you." He smiled, squeezing her hand. Rebekah then sighed, using her free hand to rub her belly. "Mama is already ready for sleep." She chuckled, closing her eyes briefly.

"Do you want to leave?" He asked.

She shook her head and opened her eyes. "I think it's good for Grace to be around her cousin," Rebekah told him. They both looked over at Grace when they heard her laugh for the first time in hours, seemingly fine around Henry. Rebekah frowned, shaking her head. "I feel lost," she admitted. "Or, at a loss."

Jefferson nodded his head in agreement. "This is the first time she's given you the silent treatment," he said as he blew air out of his nose, "Not my first rodeo."

Rebekah's brows furrowed, looking frustrated. "Why wouldn't she want to go home, Jefferson?"

"Well," He said before pausing briefly, not wanting to upset his wife. "The Enchanted Forest doesn't hold a lot of good memories for Grace, Bex," he reminded her. "She watched you get taken away from us...and I--"

Rebekah squeezed his hand, already knowing what he was going to say. "You did what you did to try and get your family back. If Grace should be upset with anyone, it should be Regina."

Jefferson shrugged his shoulders. "She's felt safe in Storybrooke for the last twenty-eight years. Even now; with the curse broken, this is a stable environment for her."

"So what do we do?" Rebekah asked her husband. "When our people return home?"

Jefferson sighed, rubbing his thumb against Rebekah's hand. "We'll deal with that when that day comes." Rebekah let go of his hand, scooting out of the booth and joining him on his side so that she could rest her head against his shoulder, Jefferson's arm wrapping around her shoulder to pull her closer. "We'll figure it all out."

"If we were to stay in Storybrooke while everyone else leaves...would it be enough for you?" Rebekah asked as she moved her head to look up at Jefferson.

Jefferson smiled, pressing a kiss against her forehead. "As long as you and Grace are with me, I'm set for life." He then moved his hand to rest on her belly. "And this little guy too." Rebekah nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, the feeling of her breath against his skin giving Jefferson a sense of calm.

"We have a slight problem," David said, standing at their booth now. Rebekah pulled away from Jefferson and looked to the prince. "Or, two problems."

Jefferson frowned. Of course, when things were starting to look up, problems would arise. "With the fairydust?"

"No," David said, refusing to look at Jefferson. The man understood why David was still peeved with him, but there was no taking back Jefferson's refusal to help Charming when he needed it the most. "Bex, King George is here."

Jefferson looked to Rebekah and watched as she rubbed her temple. "I, uh, I know," she told him. "I remember...I think Regina worked with him while cursed but--" She stopped and shook her head. "He's, uh, his name is Albert Spencer," Rebekah said with more certainty. "He's the D.A here in Storybrooke."

"Yeah, well, he just threatened to make my life a living hell and with Henry in the picture--"

Rebekah interrupted him. "Henry can stay with us until you figure out what to do with Spencer," She told David and Jefferson watched as the man sighed in relief.

"Thank you."

"What's the other slight problem?" Jefferson asked.

David sat down in the booth, leaning in so they could speak quietly. "Ruby's in transition."

"I thought she had the whole wolf thing under control." Rebekah said.

"That's what I thought too," David sighed. "But after not turning for twenty-eight years and her cloak missing...she and Granny are concerned. They're using their walk-in freezer in the back to keep Ruby inside during the full moon."

"The freezer?" Jefferson said in a skeptical tone. "Do they seriously think that's going to stop the wolf?"

"They hope it's going to stop her," David glared.

"And if it doesn't?"

"Jefferson," Rebekah said his name softly. "Let David finish."

He rolled his eyes but stayed quiet. He and David hadn't exactly been best friends back in the Enchanted Forest, but they had been friends. David gave Rebekah away on their wedding day; surely this grudge would fade once Emma and Snow returned home safely.

Or, it could worsen. Seeing as Jefferson had kidnapped and drugged both women. Jefferson realized that things would never be the same between he and Charming ever again because of his actions during the curse. But he had been desperate to get his family back -- just as desperate as David was at the moment.

"If she manages to get out," Jefferson turned his attention back to David. "The whole town is in danger."

"Well, maybe I can cast a barrier spell," Rebekah suggested. "To keep the wolf from tearing apart the door."

"Can you do that?" David asked, sounding hopeful.

Rebekah nodded her head. "I can make it so that the only way the door can be opened is by a human. The wolf will be trapped inside and once Ruby wakes up, she can leave the freezer and not have to wait for Granny to wake up."

"That would be amazing," David told Rebekah and motioned for her to follow him. "Let's go tell Granny."

Rebekah looked to Jefferson before leaving with David, giving him a smile before she left the booth. He watched as she disappeared into the back and then looked over at the counter where he saw Grace and Henry sitting while drinking their hot cocoa.

After Rebekah had been taken, Grace would go through phases of not speaking with her father, telling him that she refused to speak until her mother was returned to them. It was only during those times that raising her was difficult. Other than that, she was the sweetest little girl. But being eleven years old and having been cursed for twenty-eight years, he didn't know how much that may have changed her.

Of course, she was still kind as ever; but she was not budging on refusal to leave Storybrooke. He understood why she didn't want to go back home.

Grace and Henry walked over to where Jefferson sat alone at the booth, both holding a to-go cup of hot chocolate. "I take it you guys want to go home?" He asked with a slight smile. Grace nodded her head but Henry squinted his eyes and furrowed his brows as he looked around the room for his aunt. "Bex is helping your Grandpa before we leave," he explained to the young boy. "I don't think it'll take long."

The two kids took a seat, Grace sighing loudly while Henry sipped from his drink. "Can you tell me about when you first met my aunt?" Henry asked Jefferson.

He smiled. "You didn't read about it in your book?"

Henry gave him a lopsided smile. "Yeah, but I want to hear your side."

Jefferson looked to Grace first, seeing her eyes lift up from her cup at the mention of hearing about how her parents first met. "Only if Grace doesn't mind," he said, looking at his daughter.

She furrowed her brows and pursed her lips for a moment. "I don't mind," she finally mumbled.

Jefferson grinned. "When I first met Bex," he chuckled, "she didn't exactly trust me. With reason." He smirked. "Bex is a very stubborn woman; a trait she passed down to her daughter," Jefferson added and watched as the corners of Grace's lips twitched up in a smile.

By the time Rebekah got back to the table, the kids had finished their hot cocoa and Jefferson had finished telling Henry and Grace about how he and Rebekah first met.

"When did you first realize you loved Mama?" Grace asked on the car ride back to their place.

Rebekah turned her head to Jefferson, raising her brow while awaiting his answer.

"Was it in Underland when you went to rescue her from being taken to the Queen of Hearts?" Henry asked. Rebekah gave in to a snort, shaking her head.

Jefferson grinned. "The night she saved my life in Camelot," he admitted, moving his hand to rest on Rebekah's knee. "How she told me that the only reason she saved my life was to repay a debt -- not because she liked me." He chuckled. "That's when I knew that she was the only woman I'd ever love for the rest of my life." Rebekah smiled, moving her hand to rest on top of his.

"You're a sap." She teased him causing Jefferson to laugh as they pulled into their driveway. "And I love you for it."

They all left the car and went inside the house. Jefferson cooked a late dinner for them since they hadn't eaten at the diner, and afterwards, they made up a spot for Henry in Grace's room, hoping that having them in there together would keep Henry's nightmares from returning.

The nightmares still came.

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Rebekah rubbed gently against the burn mark on Henry's hand, the creme giving him little relief.

"Ow," Henry complained.

"Can't you just use magic?" Regina sniped at her.

Rebekah had called Regina when she saw the burn on Henry's hand, knowing that she had the right to know that her son was injured. His nightmares were becoming more intense and now it seemed as though the 'room on fire' was a very real place. She understood why Henry was so adamant about going to sleep lately.

She ignored her sister's sniping and continued to take care of Henry.

Rebekah had sent Jefferson and Grace away, telling her husband to take Grace out to eat, deciding against telling them that she was calling Regina over, instead saying she had called David. If Grace knew that Regina was coming over; she'd become upset or scared and the girl was already traumatized enough from waking up to Henry flailing on her bedroom floor as he screamed in pain.

"I think we should call Gold," Regina suggested when Henry winced in pain.

"What?" Rebekah said in a flat tone. "Why the hell would you suggest that?" Regina gave Rebekah an obvious look to which she rolled her eyes. Just because Gold orRumpelstiltskin was all knowing about all magic didn't mean Rebekah wanted him in her home -- a home he had given to her and could take away anytime he wanted to. Shebarely trusted Mr. Gold while cursed; but Rumpelstiltskin? She knew she could not trust him.

"His nightmares are now burning him, Rebekah!" Regina raised her voice. "If Gold can help--"

"Stop fighting." Henry groaned as he got up from the couch and walked away from the arguing sisters. "If Mr. Gold can help, let him come."

"Henry," Rebekah said but Regina was already on her phone with Gold before she could tell Henry that she thought this was a bad idea.

When Mr. Gold arrived, he examined Henry's hand. "You two were quite right to call me," he stated. Rebekah looked to Regina and saw her older sister smirking in her small triumph.

"Can you help?" Rebekah asked, getting to the point.

"It's just a dream," Henry added. "Or...nightmare."

"Well, what you're describing is certainly not a dream," he told Henry.

"Then what was it?" Regina asked causing Mr. Gold to look at her.

"A side effect," Gold told them. "You know, it's remarkable you'd cast a curse you know so little about."

"My victims are not supposed to wake up," Regina reminded Gold. "That's why I certainly never cared what happened to them after." Regina then looked to Henry. "Until now."

Mr. Gold walked over to a bag he brought over. Rebekah followed after him, wanting to see just what was inside. He opened it, allowing her to see the contents. Her brows pinched together as she saw multiple vials of potions.

"All safe, Dearie," Mr. Gold told Rebekah when he saw the look on her face. He then turned back to Regina and Henry. "When people fall under a sleeping curse; the soul travels to a netherworld where it resides until awoken. Now, this world is between life and death and it's very real." He pulled out a talisman and a small vial of clear liquid, along with a larger bottle of something blue. "However, even when the curse is broken, sometimes in sleep, the victims find their way back to that world," he said as he used an eye dropper to drip some of the clear potion into the talisman. "Victims like you." Gold looked to Henry.

"This other world is tormenting my son every time he sleeps. I want you to give him something that would keep him from going there."

"Well, I'm afraid that not possible," Mr. Gold told Regina. Rebekah sighed loudly, shaking her head as she pressed her fingers to her temples. Gold was doing something -- he was just going to be dramatic about it before telling them he had something up his sleeve. The man chuckled as he looked at Rebekah. "I can, however, provide you with something that will allow him to control his actions whilst in that world." He held the talisman in his hand, holding it out for Henry to grab. "And once one controls something, one no longer needs to fear it."

"A necklace?" Henry tilted his head to the side as he examined it.

"You wear this while you're sleeping," Mr. Gold instructed him. "Once you control the journey, the fear will stop. And then, you can come and go as you please."

Before Henry could take the necklace, Rebekah stood in front of him. "Everything comes at a price, Gold. What's yours?"

"You can't expect us to believe you're doing this out of the goodness of your heart; what do you want?"

Gold chuckled and shook his head. "People can change," he told them both. "Perhaps not me," he smirked. "But this is for Henry and it's on me," he said, looking up at them both but his eyes staying on Rebekah. "A word?"

Great, she thought. He was going to take the house back. Rebekah followed after him as he walked out of the living room and towards the front door.

"I'm sure you're happy to have your family back," he said sincerely. "I, however, don't understand how you could let your sister back into your life after all she's put you and your family through."

"My heart is not made of stone, Gold. Though, there are times that I daydream about killing her," she admitted, the words spilling out of her mouth. "I could never go through with it."

"She held you prisoner for years."

"Years that you could have helped my husband find a way to save me," Rebekah added. "But you didn't. You stayed out of it. Why?"

Mr. Gold looked away from Rebekah and let out an annoyed sigh. "Things needed to happen for the curse to take place."

Rebekah opened her mouth to reply but her phone ringing caused her to close her mouth. She walked away from Gold and over to where her phone was plugged in. "Hey," she answered upon seeing David's name on the screen. "Henry's fine."

"Ruby's not."

She frowned at his words. "What happened?" She knew Ruby had somehow escaped the night before, the wolf inside her stronger than Rebekah's magic. But what had happened? "Is she okay?"

"Not in the slightest , " David told her. "The wolf, it uh," he sighed. "Billy is dead."

"Billy?" She said back in confusion. "Who's Billy?"

"Ruby says the two of you went on a double date with Billy and his friend," David reminded her.

Billy! Oh, poor Billy! How could she forget about him? Why was she forgetting parts of her cursed life? She had been on a double date with Billy, Ruby and Eric the night she ditched them to be with Jefferson. It was their first kiss in her cursed state. And then more.

"How is Ruby?" Rebekah asked.

"She believes she killed him ; or, the wolf killed him."

"Do you?"

"Mary-Margaret was framed . M aybe Ruby is being framed , too."

The sound of the front door being opened caused Rebekah to look over her shoulder briefly, thinking that Gold had left. But it was Jefferson. He stood in front of Grace, shielding her from danger. "What the hell are you doing in my house?"

"I've got to go." Rebekah hung up on David as she saw the panic in Grace's eyes when she noticed that Regina was over.

" Your house?" Regina mocked Jefferson. "I don't recall giving you this house when I created the curse. Give my sister some credit, or Gold ," he looked over at the man, "seeing how he handed it over to her for free."

"Get out." Jefferson glared at Regina, paying no attention to Gold. "You are not welcome or wanted here."

"Jefferson," Rebekah said his name lightly. "I invited her over."

"You can't take her!" Grace yelled, moving out from behind Jefferson. "Mama has magic now and she can stop you!"

Regina laughed at that.

"Everyone, please! Stop!" Henry shouted. "Aunt Bex only called my mom because of me!" He told them. He looked to Jefferson, "And she sent you and Grace away because she knew you'd worry."

"With good reason, Henry. You read the book; you know what she's done to our family," Jefferson said in a calm tone, though his eyes showed nothing but anger.

Henry sighed, holding onto his burn and letting out a little hiss of pain. Regina looked to Rebekah. "Maybe I should take Henry back to David while you and your family sort things out?" She suggested.

Rebekah nodded. "Henry, go get your things." She motioned for the boy to go upstairs. Rebekah then moved to look at Jefferson, his facial expression angry. She sighed, walking over to her husband. "I'm sorry," she apologized. "I was trying to do what was best for Henry." He didn't say anything, his facial expression hard to read. "Gold?" She looked to the man who had surprisingly stayed mute during this all. "Thank you for helping Henry."

"Of course." Gold nodded. "I'll see myself out."

When Henry left, he hugged both Rebekah and Grace and apologized to them both. Though Rebekah told Henry that he had nothing to be sorry for, Grace said nothing. Regina pulled Henry closer to her when he apologized to Jefferson, who sighed quietly; in Rebekah's mind, feeling sorry that Henry blamed him for his outburst.

When everyone was gone, Jefferson looked to Grace. "Go up to your room."

She made a face, ready to protest, only to have Jefferson narrow his eyes at her. "Fine." She huffed and walked towards the staircase.

Rebekah watched as Jefferson disappeared into the kitchen, her head falling back a bit as she let out a groan. "Look, I know you hate her," Rebekah started to say as she followed him into the kitchen. "But she's Henry's mother."

"Emma is his mother , " Jefferson reminded Rebekah. "Are you forgetting that you were the one to raise Henry for the last ten years?" Rebekah frowned. No...of course she wouldn't ever forget that. She saw the worry in Jefferson's eyes. "Bex . " He walked up to her. " Are you forgetting?"

"No." She shook her head. "Don't be ridiculous."

"Bex, you are forgetting more and more about your cursed life every single day."

She scoffed, folding her arms over her chest. "I'm pregnant. "

"And that's what I've been telling myself." Jefferson admitted. "But I think it's something more."

Rebekah shook her head. "You know that I get forgetful while pregnant, Jefferson."

"Not this forgetful." He argued. When Rebekah didn't say anything back, he walked closer to her. "What movie was playing at the theater?"

"What?"

"The second time we spoke while you were cursed, we were at a movie. What was it?" She blinked, opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. "Bex?" Jefferson waited for her to answer. But she couldn't. Rebekah's eyes began to mist over and Jefferson quickly embraced her. "Why haven't you said anything?" he asked her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as she gripped onto him tightly.

"I didn't want to worry you," Rebekah told him as she sniffled. "And I didn't want Grace to know," she admitted. "Because I'm scared that...first I'll forget my cursed memories and then next I'll forget everything else."

"But why?" Jefferson smoothed down her hair as she pulled back, forcing Rebekah to look up at him. "Why is this happening?"

"I don't know," she said in a whisper. "Maybe it has something to do with waking up from my curse before everyone else's was broken. Or the second curse Regina put on me." Rebekah shook her head, wiping away tears. "Or this could just be a part of my pregnancy, Jefferson -- we don't know yet."

"We'll make an appointment with Victor," Jefferson suggested.

Rebekah shook her head. "He's not a gynecologist, Jefferson."

"But he's someone we trust ," Jefferson reminded her. "Someone who has been with us through basically every up and down we've ever had."

Rebekah nodded her head slowly, agreeing with Jefferson. "And if this isn't just about my pregnancy...and I'm forgetting my cursed memories?" Her eyes closed, lower lip trembling as she tried to hold back tears. "If I forget Henry--"

"You won't," Jefferson promised her. "I won't let you."

Rebekah shook her head and wrapped her arms around Jefferson's shoulders, pulling his body closer to hers so she could rest her face in the crook of his neck. "I don't know what I'd do without you," she whispered, pressing a kiss to his scar.

"I'll always be here, Bex," he promised her.

Together, they left the kitchen and went upstairs to tell Grace what was happening. Though she was worried, Grace put on a brave face for her mother and promised her that she wouldn't let her forget anymore. It was a nice contrast compared to how Grace had refused to speak to her the day before.

David called again later in the evening telling Rebekah about how Spencer had gathered up a mob calling for Ruby's head. "He's doing this to get back at me," David told Rebekah. Spencer had broken into the police station with the angry mob but thankfully, David had already smuggled Ruby out of jail to protect her from Spencer's madness.

"Where is she now?" Rebekah asked.

"She's locked up in the library , " David told Rebekah, trusting her with the location. "Granny and I are looking into some leads that might help us prove that Ruby didn't kill Billy."

"I'm on my way,"

"No," David disagreed. "You're pregnant."

"He's got a point," Jefferson said, listening in on the conversation. Rebekah narrowed her eyes at him causing him to smirk.

She sighed. "Just...don't let Ruby do anything stupid," Rebekah told him. "Right now she thinks she killed Billy and even though we don't believe that...it's probably eating away at her. I know Ruby; she's going to be wracked with guilt and feel as though she deserves to be punished."

"I won't let that happen."

As Jefferson and Rebekah tucked Grace into bed that night, they heard the sound of a lone howl. Jefferson looked at Rebekah, his brow raising. "Ruby?" he asked.

Rebekah nodded her head. "What am I supposed to do, Jefferson?" Rebekah asked him. "I can't let her die."

"Charming won't let that happen," he said, pulling her gently into their bedroom. "You'll get a call from him any minute telling you that everything worked out and that Ruby is safe," Jefferson said, now standing in front of their bed. "But right now, you need sleep." Rebekah wanted to protest, but her back and feet were killing her, not to mention that she could barely keep her eyes open.

Around midnight; the sound of a light knocking on the door caused Rebekah to stir awake. Jefferson let out a groan, rolling on his side with a scowl on his face. "I'll go get it," Rebekah told him, pressing her hand to his shoulder and giving it a pat.

He groaned, "Ignore it."

"No one shows up at someone's house this late unless it's an emergency, Jefferson." She whispered as she pulled a robe over her body. She walked out of her bedroom and down the hall to where the stairs were, her brows knitting together when she saw through the small window above the door that it was David on the other side of the door.

Rebekah hurried down the stairs and unlocked the door. "What happened?" she asked as she opened the door.

David shook his head, looking distraught as he held out what appeared to be a crispy bundle of fabric, completely unrecognizable. "We're never going to see them again," he said, voice broken as his eyes filled with tears.

Her eyes widened as she took the pieces of burnt fabric into her hands. No, she thought as tears began to fall. It was the hat.

The only way back to their land...destroyed.