"One of us has a daughter who hasn't had a good night's sleep since coming home from the hospital. You don't have to do this all yourself."
Snow had told Ella much the same thing. But Alex was older now. She was starting to keep a routine. Aislinn was still much too tiny for that. No one had to do anything alone here. There wasn't anything to prove.
"I've never slept well, Emma. I'm fine."
And she thought she might be. They had fought so hard and long for a happy ever after and this? This might be what it was for her. A home filled with almost everyone she held dear. It could be enough.