There was something about the feeling of having someone catch you before you fell. Granted, Emma had caught herself but it was the thought that counted. Before Neal, Emma was the one picking herself up and brushing off the dirt and grime. She was the one kissing her own injuries and cleaning her wounds. Then she met Neal and things held a glimmer of hope that life would be okay. Things turned around and Emma was happy.
Then it all came crashing down. Emma shouldn't have been surprised when it happened, but she had hoped she was past that part of the road.
Emma didn't care about what had happened with the mayor at that moment. What she did care about was the way Neal's arms fit so well around her. It was crazy how well they were made for each other.
"For that, I'll let you have a part of the blanket." Reaching behind her, Emma slipped a hand in his and led them toward the bedroom. Sleep was soon, Neal! Very soon.