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"You have got to be kidding me." Emma rubbed her temple and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to ignore her parents' insistent voices floating up the stairs and through the closed door. She needed her own place. If she came home one more time and they had waited up for her, she was going to lose it. Sure, she'd understand it if she was fifteen, but Emma Swan is in her thirties, and this is getting out of hand. She rolled her eyes as she heard her father's remarks about Killian and his new attitude, a comment she was sure he'd make over fifty times in the coming week. She pulled her hair out of its rare up due and brushed it out once letting her wavy blonde hair free to frizz out of control. Emma washed her face, and slowly pulled off her blush pink dress replacing it with pajama pants and a sweatshirt. She sighed. True comfort is a sweatshirt and yoga pants after walking around in a dress and heels for a few hours. She glanced across the room to her dresser staring at her glowing clock that read 12:30. Gosh, it was latter than she's expected. She climbed into bed, exhausted, but content with how her day had gone. The date wasn't too bad either, she thought. A girlish smile played on her lips as she thought about how it had gone. Sure, a criminal had crashed the outing within the first two minutes, she'd spilled a glass of wine all over herself, and the snow queen was still roaming freely throughout Storybrooke, but putting all that aside, she couldn't be happier. She was scared as heck, but happy. For so long it had just been her, Emma Swan, on her own, trying desperately to find a place where she belonged. Every time she thought she'd found it, it managed to slip through her grasp, to quick for her to stop it. And then, Henry, a small ten year old boy showed up at her apartment announcing with one hundred percent certainty that he was her son and he knew her parents. She's laughed, took him home, and suddenly found herself a little more curious about her son, wanting to get to know him. And then it became Henry and Emma. Next thing she knew, she'd broken the curse, and it became Henry, Emma, David, and Mary Margaret. Over the years, the number of people she cared about multiplied, but anytime she started to have feelings for someone, they…well, died. She was a bad luck charm it seemed. So, even though the number of loved ones kept adding and expanding, she still had felt alone. Until a one handed pirate decided to barge into the lives of everyone in Storybrooke. Before she knew it, she liked him, a lot. And here she was, dressing up nice for him, going out to dinner with him, refusing to chase after bad guys for him. Geez, what was happening to her? Hook was happening to her. That's what. She smiled once more, remembering the night again, before she closed her eyes and went to sleep. Henry, Emma, David, Mary Margaret, baby Neal, and now, Hook. She was finally home.