The time that Belle spent in the kitchen gave Emma a chance to try and pull herself back together. This wasn't like her. With the exception of those first few weeks after Jim's death, she was the queen of straight backs and poker faces. If she didn't want you to know how she was feeling, you wouldn't. But that was the old Emma. The girl who'd been alone for twenty-eight years, who'd thought her parents didn't even give enough of a damn about her to drop her off at a hospital or fire station.
The one plucked up by a crimelord because she was so attention-starved that she was easily manipulated and played.
She knew she wouldn't be falling back asleep anytime soon. She did appreciate the offer, though. Belle was good with the baby and even better with Henry. Someday, if they were ever given the chance, she'd make a good mom. And Emma hoped they did get that chance. Rumple deserved a fresh start. Especially now that Emma had seen Neal getting back into his father's life. Hopefully once that all worked out...well. Maybe.
Looking up, she accepted the tea cup gratefully and offered a small smile, not moving from her spot on the floor. "Thanks," she murmured quietly. Her eyes drifted towards her daughter again and she sighed, blowing lightly at the steam coming from her cup.
"I'm fine. Really. Just a headache. It'll be fine." She didn't even know where to start so she just wouldn't talk about it at all. Lois had already declared she was coming over to bother her later that day, but neither of them had actually brought up why. Of course. Her best friend hadn't forgotten. Few who'd lived through it all ever would.