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"EMMA SWAN! How could you not tell your own mother that you were shot?!" Emma cringed, hearing Angela shout as soon as she set foot in the door. Maura patted the blonde on the arm sympathetically as she passed her, heading into the kitchen to join her wife who was stifling a laugh. She loved it when one of her siblings was on the receiving end of Angela's rants rather than herself.

Emma looked between her mother and sister, guiltily at the former and pissed at the latter, certain it was Jane who had blabbed. "Hey! Don't look at me, I never told her. Emelia is real chatty," chuckled Jane.

The blonde scowled, dammit she thought. She could never be angry at her adorable little niece and besides, she didn't really have a right to be angry at anyone when she had only herself to blame for this situation. She huffed to herself before turning to Angela, "Ma, I'm so sorry, I really am. I just didn't want you to worry."

"More like you didn't want her to take over from nurse Regina. Bet you loved the bed baths," Jane mumbled with a smirk. Emma shot her a glare. Maura chose that moment to drag an only half protesting Jane upstairs to give mother and daughter some alone time to talk and make up.

The Rizzoli matriarch stepped forward and engulfed her blonde daughter in a bone crushing hug, not able to resist any longer. "I'm always going to worry. What if something went wrong after you were out of hospital and I never had the chance to see you? I'd have been told on the phone that my daughter was gone, God forbid it ever happen. I already worry about you every day, all of you really, so you can't keep these things to yourself to try and protect me. That's not your job." Emma hugged her back, allowing the older woman to check her over. Angela reassured herself that Emma was, in fact, okay. Satisfied, Angela pulled away, holding Emma at arms length to take in the sight of her. "You look different. Happier." She smiles. "I'm so happy for you baby." She pulls her into a hug again but this time Emma protests, squirming for all she's worth. "You're forgiven this time, but if you ever do this again, I'll kill you myself," Angela whispers in her ear, making the blonde nod vigorously.

Pulling away, she leads Emma over to the couch. "Come sit down. I don't want you hurting your legs. She pushes her daughter gently onto the couch and sits beside her. She quickly moves to fluff the pillows for Emma and grabs the blanket from the back of the couch, covering the blonde with it, making Emma roll her eyes.

"Are you hungry? I'll make you something. You must be thirsty too. Do you want coffee? Tea? Or maybe just have some water. I'll go get it. We might have some juice," Angela rambles, getting to her feet. Before she can move towards the kitchen Emma grabs her hand, stopping her movement. "Ma, sit down. I'm fine. I just came to see you."

Sighing, Angela nods and sits back down. "Would you tell your Regina that I'm sorry about her mother? I heard about it on the news."

"Yeah, I'll tell her."

"Good, now when do I get to meet her? Oh and my grandbabies!" Her eyes light up.

Emma chuckles. "They're hardly babies Ma."

"Doesn't mean I can't spoil them rotten," Angela shrugs. "You better get working on giving me more soon though. I won't live forever you know. So when's the wedding?"

"W-wedding?" Emma stutters. "Ma, we've only lived together a couple of months. We aren't getting married ...yet."

"Why the hell not?! You live together, you have children together. Why not get married?"

"We just...I...we just aren't, okay? We haven't discussed it," Emma says, still quite surprised she'd been asked this though knowing Angela like she does she really shouldn't have been so shocked.

"Then talk to her about it. A June wedding would be lovely, though if you don't want to wait winter weddings are just as beautiful."

"Ma stop! I'll talk to Regina about it but until we decide on it there will be no more discussion, understood?" Emma said firmly.

"Fine," Angela huffed "So tell me more about Sofia and Henry. Talking with you over the phone really isn't the same. Or enough." She practically squealed when she mentioned her new grandchildren. Emma rolled her eyes but started to tell her, a smile never leaving her face as she caught her adoptive mother up on all the comings and goings since their last phone call. Inevitably they came to the story of how she was shot and the aftermath, during which Angela gasped dramatically and Emma almost rolled her eyes right out of their sockets. They spoke non stop for hours until Emma noticed the lateness of the hour and decided to go back to her loves.

"I have to be getting back. I promised Regina I wouldn't be long." Reluctantly, Angela let her go after making her promise to come over for dinner with the whole family later in the week. She said her goodbyes and headed back to the Mills Manor.

When Emma got back the only person around was Henry Sr. He informed her that the others had gone to bed after dinner, exhausted from the day's travel. She declined his offer of a plate of food and his offer of a nightcap. Following his direction she headed straight up to what used to be Regina's childhood room, eager to fall into bed with her. Quietly she entered the room, closing the door behind her. A single bedside lamp illuminated the room, and she could see that Regina was already in a somewhat restless sleep. Stripping down to her underwear Emma climbed into the bed behind her love and took her into her arms. Instantly Regina's body relaxed and her expression softened. Even in sleep she felt safe in Emma's arms. Placing a kiss on her brow, Emma whispered goodnight and slowly drifted off to sleep.

TBC.