STORYBROOKE, Maine

Rebekah smiled as she lay in bed, her husband sleeping peacefully next to her and squished between them was their daughter; Grace. Her family was together again. During the curse Rebekah had felt as though a part of her was missing. And when she met Jefferson in her cursed state, she felt tiny the missing pieces come together but not fully. Something was always missing. It was Grace. Her sweet daughter. Rebekah had missed so much of her growing up and there was no one to blame but herself; not even Regina. She had fallen for Regina's tricks and made a deal with that devil-woman thinking that it would save her husband's life. But his life was never in peril. Rebekah had missed birthdays and so many firsts; she refused to miss anymore.

Her fingers ran through her daughter's hair, listening to the steady sound of her breathing. Rebekah knew Jefferson felt the same way; guilt for falling for Regina's tricks and Grace getting hurt in the end. Would they ever forgive themselves? They could forgive each other but Rebekah didn't think she could ever forgive herself for leaving Jefferson and Grace.

Rebekah looked over at her husband, watching as his lips began to twitch up into a smirk, letting her know that he was awake and aware of her staring. She chuckled, moving her fingers out of Grace's hair. "Faker," she teased causing Jefferson to chuckle.

"I missed this," Jefferson said quietly as he slowly opened his eyes to look at his wife. "Waking up next to you." Rebekah felt her skin flush red. It didn't matter how much time had passed or what realm they were in, Jefferson still made her feel like that innocent sixteen year old whose heart he had stolen all those years ago. He chuckled when he watched her raise her brow, already anticipating what she was going to say. "It didn't count," he said more seriously.

Rebekah had thought on the times he had spent the night during the curse, the nights he'd stay with her until early in the morning and then sneak out before anyone would catch him. "Why didn't you ever stay?" Rebekah asked him, moving her hand to rest gently on their daughter's back.

Jefferson frowned, mimicking her action and placed his hand on top of hers. "If I had stayed all night...I wouldn't have left," he admitted.

Rebekah couldn't help but smirk. "There were days I wished you'd never leave." He smiled and blew air out of his nose as he playfully shook his head at her. If Grace wasn't sandwiched between them, he'd have closed the space between them, kissing her. But their daughter was so happy to have her parents back that Rebekah didn't think she and Jefferson would be sleeping together in that bed without their daughter for quite some time. During the night, of course. Rebekah sighed as she looked to Jefferson. "What do you think it would have been like if the curse had worked on you?" she asked. "Do you think you would have even given me a second glance?" She wondered out loud.

Jefferson shrugged his shoulders playfully causing Rebekah to playfully narrow her eyes at him. "Do you remember our vows?" he asked her. Rebekah smiled, nodding her head. "You said that your heart would always know mine. You were right," he told her.

"But would yours know mine?" She teased, her lips twitching upward into a smirk.

"Absolutely," he told her. "In any world, no matter how much time has passed, no matter what kind of curse, no magic would stop my heart from knowing yours."

"Is that a promise?" she whispered. He nodded his head and Rebekah smiled softly at him before letting out a sad sigh. Magic. It's what got them into this mess. And despite the fact that she possessed magic now, Rebekah still couldn't bring Emma and Mary-Margaret home. She watched as Jefferson frowned, his eyes showing worry. "My magic isn't working right," she admitted to him. "I'm trying to restore the hat but...my mind is elsewhere."

He swallowed hard. "I still can't believe you have magic," he admitted, running his hand through his hair. "You never showed signs of it while we were running, not even while we lived in the Enchanted Forest." Jefferson looked at her for a long moment. "Does it scare you?"

"Sometimes." She nodded, not wanting to lie to Jefferson. "If it weren't for Regina being a threat to our family, I would have asked Mr. Gold to find someway to take it away. I don't want to end up like her," she admitted. "Or worse, Cora." Her hand moved to touch his neck, fingers brushing gently against his scar. "I hate her for doing that to you , " Rebekah told him. "And I hate Regina more for tricking you. I have all this hate in me and," she inhaled sharply, "I'm scared of it."

Jefferson took her hand, lacing their fingers together. "You're not alone," he told her. "I hold a lot of hate for them, too."

"What do we do with it?" Rebekah asked him in a quiet tone. "The hate?"

Jefferson glanced down at their daughter. "Let it go for the sake of her," he said before moving his arm over Grace and pressed his hand down on Rebekah's covered belly. "And him."

Rebekah nodded her head, tears filling in her eyes. "I'm scared I'm going to wake up and this was all a dream." He nodded his head, understanding that fear as well. Rebekah sniffled, trying to change the subject. "Gracie keeps calling him little brother. " She chuckled. "I think we better come up with a name soon."

Jefferson smiled. "We have a lot of names to come up with."

Rebekah chuckled, remembering their conversation with their daughter the night before. Grace told them how at school, her teacher still referred to her as Paige Grace, not just Grace. Which begged the question; what was their last name? What was Jefferson's last name? They never had one in the Enchanted Forest; would they have one in this land? How did Jefferson and Rebekah get married and not have a last name.

"I think it's sweet that you chose Williams as your fake last name when I asked you." Rebekah smiled. "I know how much he meant to you."

Jefferson frowned, looking down at their daughter before looking back up at Rebekah. "I was thinking William," he told her, his thumb rubbing her belly. "For our boy."

Rebekah raised her brows. "But what will be our last name?" she questioned. "A baby born in this world needs a last name."

"Hatter?" Jefferson teased with a chuckle.

Rebekah smiled, moving her hand to touch Jefferson's. "You wouldn't mind?" She asked. Rebekah knew that Jefferson wasn't proud of his time where he was known as The Mad Hatter, but the hat; it's what brought them together. It's what got them to this moment.

He looked at Rebekah for a long moment, almost as if he were reading her mind. "Jefferson Hatter...he's different than the Mad Hatter," he told Rebekah. "That man disappears the moment you and Grace remembered who I was."

"Rebekah Hatter," she tested it out. "I like it more than Mills."

Jefferson chuckled. "Jefferson Hatter, Rebekah Hatter, Grace Hatter." He smiled as he said each name.

"William Graham Hatter," Rebekah said, feeling her son moving inside her. When she looked at Jefferson, he was smiling softly at her, feeling the baby kick as well.

"I think he likes it." Jefferson grinned when he felt a stronger kick.

"I like it."

They both looked down at Grace, seeing their daughter looking up at them with a smile, wide awake and having had listening to their conversation.

"Is that so?" Jefferson smiled down at Grace. She nodded her head with a wide grin. "I guess that settles it." He told his family causing Rebekah to grin.

"Gracie girl, how would you feel about skipping school today and spending some time with Papa while I go help Uncle David?"

Grace grinned widely, nodding her her head excitedly. "When you come home can I help cook supper?" she asked her mother.

"Of course!" Rebekah chuckled. "Any requests?"

"Stew?" Grace suggested. "The way you used to make it." Rebekah felt her smile start to fade. How long had it been since Grace had last had her favorite meal? "Papa used to try and make it but...it wasn't as good as yours." Grace whispered. Her daughter was so observant, she could sense the sadness in Rebekah and snuggled closer to her, knowing that there was nothing to say that would ever make Rebekah's guilt go away.

"I'll stop by the store after helping Uncle David," Rebekah told Grace, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Hopefully I can still make it the way you remember."

"I'm sure it'll be just as tasty," Jefferson told his wife, clearly sensing her guilt. "Or tastier now that we have modern technology in the kitchen." Rebekah nodded her head, moving to get out of bed. "Not so fast." Jefferson stopped her from getting up. "I'll make the tea." Rebekah smiled at that. She remembered the way Jefferson catered to her during her pregnancy with Grace, even with the child they had lost. Did she expect anything different for this one?

"And toast?" She asked, making her eyes wide and puppy-like. "With extra jam?"

Jefferson laughed as he got out of bed. "I think I can manage that."

When he left the bedroom, Rebekah looked down at Grace. "What color would you like Papa to paint your room?" She asked causing Grace to grin and list all the things she wanted her room to look like. Rebekah couldn't bring them back home to the Enchanted Forest, but they still had their home from it. And a bonus room which meant that Grace could have her own bedroom and William could have his as well. Rebekah didn't know if they'd ever return to the Enchanted Forest; but as long as their family was together, they'd be home.

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"Fairy dust?" Rebekah said skeptically. "Here?" Ruby shrugged her shoulders as he packed up the small basket full of treats to bring to the dwarves working in the tunnels. "And David came up with this idea?"

"Grumpy, actually," Ruby answered. "They think with fairy dust and your magic combined...maybe something will work." Rebekah let out an irritated sigh. Ruby frowned. "David doesn't want you to put any strain on yourself by trying to get the hat to work."

Rebekah rolled her eyes. "I really wish people would stop babying me," she complained. "I'm pregnant; not a ticking time-bomb."

Ruby smirked. "Some might say they're the same thing."

Rebekah looked over at Ruby and playfully glared. "Ha-ha," she said sarcastically causing the young woman to smirk. "I just feel," Rebekah sighed, "that if." She refused to finish that thought. Regina had wanted a teacher and went to Rumpelstiltskin, and despite the fact that while in her cursed state was, Gold had been suspiciously kind to her, Rebekah did not want to go to him for help for help with her magic. It was too risky.

"What's wrong?" Ruby asked Rebekah.

"My magic...it just sort of appeared. I didn't ask for it, I didn't make any sort of deals but...I have it. And the little that I do know...it won't help bring Emma and Snow back. I don't know how to create a portal or open a door to our world."

Ruby frowned. "Have you spoken to the Blue Fairy?" Rebekah shook her head. "Bex, maybe she can help?" Ruby suggested.

Before Rebekah could answer, the sound of ringing alerted them that they weren't alone in the diner any longer. Rebekah smiled when she saw who walked in. "Belle!" she said happily, walking away from Ruby and to her old friend.

Belle grinned, opening her arms to hug Rebekah. "Look at you!" she said once Rebekah pulled away. "You're pregnant!"

She chuckled and nodded her head. "That noticeable?" She teased, pressing her hand against her growing belly.

Belle laughed. "Oh, I don't know if he mentioned, but I met your husband."

Rebekah smiled, nodding her head. Jefferson had told her about helping Belle escape the asylum as well as him crashing at Mr. Gold's house after a drinking bender while Belle was over. "Yes, he told me."

"Oh good!" Belle said. "I'm glad he worked up the courage to find you."

Rebekah was glad about that too. "How is life living with Mr. Gold?" She said the name out of habit. "Rumpelstiltskin, sorry," she corrected.

Belle frowned. "Well," she shifted on her feet. "It's uh...I'm not quite sure." Belle admitted. "He's been sneaking away at night to create more magic. He says the only reason he's doing it is for our protection but...you know how he is with magic."

Rebekah understood. "Do you trust him?" she asked.

Though, it was a ridiculous question to ask, who in their right mind would ever trust Rumpelstiltskin? Rebekah certainly didn't.

"I don't know," Belle said honestly.

"Well." She looked around at the diner that was beginning to fill with the normal morning crowd. "If you want a place to escape from him for a bit; this diner has amazing food. Oh, and delicious iced tea."

Belle's eyes widened. "Iced?"

Rebekah chuckled and nodded her head. "Scandalous, isn't it?"

Rebekah said goodbye to her old friend and walked back over to Ruby who was ready to go down to the tunnels to bring food to the men working in the mines. "Ready?" Ruby asked as Rebekah followed after.

The mines had always frightened Rebekah. In her cursed memories, Rebekah had been told a story about ghosts of people who had died down there while searching for coal. But that was just something Regina had put into her head. There were many things Regina put in Rebekah's head; a whole other life. A life where she wasn't a mother yet raised her older sister's child like her own, feeling a longing she couldn't quite understand. But Rebekah understood now. She had been longing for her daughter. For her Grace.

Rebekah closed her eyes for a moment to try and calm herself. The more she thought about the time away from her daughter, the sound of her heartbeat grew louder in her ears and her hands began to shake with anger. Regina had taken away everything from Rebekah, leaving her with no-one except Regina herself. She filled Rebekah's head with false memories of a childhood in Storybrooke that mimicked her life in the Enchanted Forest when it came to Cora, only leaving out the magic aspect. Rebekah had memories of grieving her father's death , standing next to Regina at the funeral as rain fell from the sky and her older sister told her that they were all each other had left now. Rebekah had memories of Regina that she loved and held dear to her heart , and then others where her true side showed.

Rebekah held onto her bump as they walked down the pathway to the mines, holding onto Ruby's hand in the dimly lit area. "Hey prego." Leroy smiled when he saw Rebekah walking behind Ruby. She smiled politely at him, feeling an ache in her back from the short walk.

"Lookin' good, Leroy. It's too bad I'm married," Rebekah teased causing Leroy to blush wildly, his fellow dwarves teasing him even more for it.

"Keep swinging, dwarves!" He yelled at the rest of the crew.

Rebekah smiled when she spotted Henry watching his grandfather work. She walked over to her nephew, pressing a kiss to the top of his head as she snuck a blueberry muffin from Ruby's basket and gave it to Henry.

"My favorite!" he said happily before taking a bite into it. Rebekah chuckled, wiping some of the debris dust off of Henry's clothing.

"They still haven't found any fairy dust yet?" Ruby asked as she moved to stand next to Rebekah and Henry.

"No, not yet," Henry said with a sigh but soon perked up. "But they will and when they do, we'll figure out a way to get Mary-Margaret and my mom back."

Ruby frowned, handing Henry the basket of baked goods to keep. "I'll be back later with lunch," she told him and then looked to Rebekah. "You good?"

She nodded. "I can find my own way back up." Rebekah assured Ruby. "And if not, one of these handsome dwarves will assist me, I'm sure."

She heard the sound of Charming chuckling from behind her. "Hold up, Ruby," he called out for the woman. "Take her back up."

Rebekah turned to look at Charming with a scowl. "You need me!" she reminded him.

"You should not be down here and I told you that much yesterday," he reminded her too. "Inhaling this stuff probably isn't good for the little guy." David pressed his hand to Rebekah's stomach.

She made a face. "You're lucky I like you, otherwise you'd be missing a hand," Rebekah said causing David to laugh. She smiled, missing hearing the sound of her friends happy and laughing. But just as quickly as his laughter came; it died down and his face grew more serious. "Go spend time with your family, Rebekah," he urged her.

She frowned. "If you'd let me help... you could be spending time with your own family."

"We'll find a way," he told Rebekah. "I've always been able to find Snow before...I'll find them both again. But you need to get off your feet. Your back must be killing you. I remember how Snow would get." Rebekah frowned, thinking on how she had missed Snow's pregnancy. She had already been Regina's prisoner for a few years when she found out that her oldest friend was with child. "I'll be at the Sheriff Station later if you're still insistent on helping. But I want you out of these mines," Charming told her again casing Rebekah to look up at him and nod her head. "We'll find a way," He said in a softer tone, sensing her sadness. He was so optimistic; it was hard to get him to see the reality of getting Snow and Emma back without using magic. They were running out of options.

"Okay," she sighed, feeling Ruby press her hand to her shoulder. "I'm coming, I'm coming." Rebekah huffed as she walked away from David. She pressed a kiss to Henry's head again before leaving and followed Ruby back to town.

"You need a ride home?" Ruby asked Rebekah.

"No," she said, feeling a bit out of breath. "I have to go to the store and pick up a few things to make Grace's favorite dinner."

"I can join you," Ruby offered and Rebekah smiled at her with knowing eyes causing Ruby to chuckle. "I know, I know. Pregnant, not a ticking time bomb."

"I'll be fine, Ruby," Rebekah promised. "And if I'm not, you'll be my first call." She smiled. "Well, second. Jefferson would be pissed if I didn't call him first," Rebekah said with a chuckle.

"How is that going?" Ruby asked. If Snow were here, she'd be asking the same question. "He had his memories while cursed. I don't know how he managed to stay away from you and Grace for so long."

"Believe me, he didn't want to," Rebekah said with a frown. "If we hadn't bumped into each other the day Emma came to town...I think he would have continued to stay away but," she smiled. "My heart knew his and my staying away from him was kinda shot."

"Hey, you saw what you wanted and got it." Ruby chuckled, placing her hand on Rebekah's stomach only to quickly pull away. "Sorry, I wouldn't want to lose my hand." She smirked, having heard Rebekah's playful threat to David.

"I'm sure you could get by." Rebekah grinned.

"Oh, you think so? How many people have you met with one hand?"

Rebekah felt an anger stir inside her. "Only one," she said quietly. "And he was a coward."

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ENCHANTED FOREST

"Coward!" Rebekah spat out as the pirate walked closer to her. It was clear to see that he had betrayed her given the way he refused to meet her eyes and from the smirk Regina was wearing as she stood by his side. His blue eyes flickered up to look at Rebekah, her face twisted in a scowl. She saw the guilt; but it soon vanished.

"Pirate, love," he corrected in a cocky tone. "Why would I help a lass get her husband back when I can keep her for myself?"

Rebekah scoffed at his words. "Good luck getting Regina to give me up."

"She's right," Regina answered. "Rebekah is not for sale and unless you'd like to join her husband in the dungeons; I'd suggest you take your leave."

He looked at Rebekah before his eyes moved back to Regina. "You said, " he emphasized the word.

"And you said, and she said, and blah blah blah. No one keeps their promises, Hook. Let that be a lesson you learn early on."

Rebekah started to laugh. "Seriously?" She looked to Hook. "You betrayed me and still thought you'd get me in the end?" He glared at her words but kept his mouth shut. "Even if Regina had given me to you -- I wouldn't be yours. And I hope for your sake that this curse works because if it doesn't and I lay eyes on you again; you'll be missing twohands," she threatened him.

Hook scoffed. "You and your husband deserve each other." He glared. "Both mad in the head." He walked closer to Rebekah, looking her up and down to size her up. She was in chains laced with magic to keep her from moving. "I'm certain you'd be better off without each other. I'm sure your sister wouldn't mind if I paid him a little visit before I left to put him out of his misery."

Rebekah lifted her chin, eyes locking on Hook's. "Threaten me again," she challenged him. "And watch what happens."

Hook smirked, stepping closer only to be zapped with magic that kept him from reaching Rebekah. She chuckled as she watched his face contort in pain. When the pain went away, Hook grinned up at Rebekah. "I'll see you around, love."

When Hook left, Rebekah watched as Regina lingered in the room. "Honestly," she chuckled. "Did you really think you could sway him to help you with one kiss?" She cackled, shaking her head.

Rebekah laughed as well, but not at Regina's words. "That one kiss had him changing your deal with him ," s he reminded Regina. "It made him want to keep me, not you . Me. Though, I'm sure you gave him much more than I was willing."

Regina glared at Rebekah. "You act so innocent, Rebekah," she spat out. "But you're just like me."

"I'm nothing like you." Rebekah spat back at Regina.

"When the curse takes place," Regina walked up to Rebekah, grabbing her roughly by her chin, "You're going to wish you had been a little nicer to me. Because Hook will be cursed as well and witnessing his interest in you has given me a little idea." She smirked. "I think I'll keep my promise and give you to Hook in this new world." She chuckled. "What would make me happier than watching you fall in love with someone else by my hand?"

Rebekah yanked out of Regina's hold. "It won't work." She glared. "My heart knows Jefferson's and the moment I see him, I'll remember. Our love is powerful enough to break your curse, you'll see."

Regina shrugged her shoulders. "You do make a strong point." She sighed. Regina then grabbed hold of Rebekah's hair, tugging so a large chunk of it came out. "I suppose I'll just have to create another curse just for you. " Regina sang. "I know a princess stuck in a sleeping curse that would just love the company."

"Regina, no." Rebekah tried to follow after her only to be zapped with the magic. Only Regina could withstand the magic; but Rebekah couldn't move without being zapped. "Please," she begged her sister. "Don't!"

"Goodbye, Rebekah!" Regina hollered as she left the room. When she was gone, Rebekah let out a shriek of anger.

"I'm sorry," she heard someone say from outside of the room. "I needed her distracted." It was Hook. "I couldn't have her finding out."

He left.

Rebekah was alone and left wondering what the hell Hook had meant. I couldn't have her finding out -- what the hell did that mean?

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STORYBROOKE, Maine

"Do you think Mama will like them?" Grace looked up at Jefferson, holding a bouquet of wildflowers in her hand.

"She'll love them because you picked them." Jefferson assured her as they walked back home. There was a field of wildflowers in the woods outside of Jefferson's old home and when Grace had seen where he had been living, her mouth opened in shock. "Papa, that house is so big! What did you even do there?"

He had been honest; "I missed you and your mother , " Jefferson told her causing Grace to frown. She told him about her life as Paige Grace, about how even though Mr. and Mrs. Grace weren't her real parents; she hoped to still be able to visit them.

It broke Jefferson's heart but he put on a brave smile and nodded his head, telling Grace that perhaps they'd have Mr. and Mrs. Grace over for supper soon.

"Papa?" Grace said and Jefferson could hear the hesitance in her voice.

"Yes?"

She stopped walking and moved to stand in front of him. "I haven't asked because I didn't want to embarrass you..." She looked down at the flowers in her hand. "I saw your neck." He swallowed hard, knowing what she was going to ask him. "How did you get that scar?"

Jefferson licked at his lower lip as he looked away from his daughter. "Papa was tricked."

"By my aunt?" He nodded. "Did she do that to you?"

Jefferson shook his head. "No," he told her. "I..." Jefferson closed his eyes tight, not knowing what to say. What was there to say? No, Grace, your grandmother did this to me."Grace." He started to say but stopped when he felt a small hand take hold of his. He opened his eyes and looked down to see Grace looking up at him with sadness in her eyes.

"It's okay, Papa," she told him. "You don't have to talk about it."

Jefferson moved down to kneel in front of Grace. "Someday when you're older, Mama and I will explain everything to you," he promised. "But for now," Jefferson inhaled deeply, "let's get those flowers in water."

Grace smiled, nodding her head happily.

They walked the distance back to their home and Jefferson frowned when he saw that their door was wide open. Rebekah's car was in the driveway -- had she forgotten to shut the door? A darker thought crossed his mind. No. no, not again. Please! No! She can't be gone. His panic continued to grow causing him to look down at his daughter. "Stay back, Grace," he instructed her.

"Is Mama...?"

"Go hide in the clearing," he said in a sharper tone.

Grace's eyes filled with tears. "Please don't make me leave you again," she cried.

Jefferson ran his hand through his hair roughly before instructing Grace to stay behind. They walked to the door slowly and Jefferson felt a deep panic rising. But upon hearing the sound of gentle humming, his panic slowly went away.

Rebekah appeared in front of them as she walked out of the living room and towards the door. "Now where have you two been?" she said in a light tone. "I could have used your help bringing in the groceries." Jefferson let out a breath of relief and quickly pulled Rebekah hard against his chest. "Oh, carefull, Jefferson."

"I thought that," he started to say, "when I saw the door wide open..."

"We thought you were gone," Grace said and he felt her small arms wrap around both him and Rebekah. "We thought she took you again."

Rebekah inhaled sharply. "Oh," she breathed out. "Oh, no. No, of course not, baby." She whispered. Rebekah pressed a kiss to the side of Jefferson's face and he felt his body relax. "God, I'm so sorry," she whispered. "I only left the door open to make it easier to bring in the groceries." Her fingers gently scraped at the back of his neck, showing Jefferson comfort. "I promise; you two will never lose me again."

"Bex," Jefferson said in a strangled tone causing Rebekah to move just slightly so that she could look him in the eyes. "I can't," he started to say as tears filled his eyes. But Rebekah closed the space between them by pressing her lips to his. When she pulled away, he looked up at her with eyes full of tears. "We'll be home to help you next time." He said after glancing down at his daughter who was holding tightly to Rebekah's side.

"You can help me now," Rebekah moved her hand to caress his cheek. "By bringing in the rest of the groceries." He nodded, letting her wipe away a tear. She pulled away from Jefferson and looked down at Grace, smiling wide when she saw the flowers in her hand. "Oh, these are so beautiful!" she told their daughter. "Why don't you run inside and find some water to put these in?"

Grace hugged Rebekah once more before running off to the kitchen. Jefferson took in a shaky breath as they stepped out onto the porch. "I'm sorry, I thought..."

"Shh." She moved her hand to rest on either side of his face. "You don't need to apologize," Rebekah assured him, thumb stroking at his cheek. "I'm here."

He moved forward and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her long before pulling away. "I can't lose you again, Bex."

She pressed a quick kiss to his lips and shook her head. "You won't ever lose me again."

He nodded, letting his forehead drop to rest against her own. They went and got the rest of the groceries and brought them in together and Rebekah started to make the stew with Jefferson hovering close enough to always have his eye on her. They ate dinner and Grace happily told Rebekah that it tasted just the same and that she loved it. That night they all went to bed together, snuggled together in the large bed with all the blankets wrapped around them. The sound of Rebekah's phone going off interrupted the story Grace was reading to them and Jefferson watched as her brows furrowed together as she read the message on her phone.

"Is everything okay, Mama?" She asked and Rebekah quickly nodded. She then looked to Jefferson who raised his brows, awaiting the truth.

"Belle was taken today by her father and he tried to have her cross the town border so that she'd lose her memories and forget Rumpelstiltskin," she told him. "Henry said that Charming was able to get to her before she lost her memory but...they're closing off some parts of the tunnels to keep people safe."

"Are we safe?" Grace asked her mother.

Rebekah nodded her head. "Yes, we're safe," she promised. "Also," she smiled as she showed Grace her phone. "Your little brother is the size of an artichoke."

"Ick!" Rebekah made a face. "I don't like artichokes."

Jefferson and Rebekah laughed. He moved his hand to rest on her belly and smiled when Rebekah laid her hand on top of his. "We're going to be okay," she promised him. Jefferson smiled and Grace continued on with the story she was reading.

Jefferson fell asleep holding onto both his daughter and wife. We're going to be okay, Rebekah's words echoed in his head as he fell asleep.

He prayed those words were the truth.

He finally had everything he wanted and Jefferson couldn't image ever letting them go again.