Notes: I guess this is pretty much after Zelena, minus going back in time…Emma stays in Storybrooke but decides she is missing something in her life, let me know if I should continue. I have not written for a while so excuse any mistakes or lack of narrative. This first part is a little short.

Prologue

Emma sat in one of the mismatched kitchen chairs in the loft holding her baby brother as her mom made them tea in the kitchen. She was learning how to enjoy the quiet moments. She smiled down at the small sleeping bundle in her arms, and for a moment started to think about when Henry was a baby until she pulled herself together and remember that those memories were not real.

"I want a baby," the confession slipped quietly out of Emma's mouth.

Her mother stopped instantly at the stove and turned to look at her daughter, "Oh Emma," she gushed, "you're ready to find someone and get married and live happily ever after, I am so…"

Emma cut Mary Margret off before she could say anything else, "Hold on, slow down, I never said anything about marriage and happy ever after."

Mary Margret's became confused, asking Emma, "But you want a family?"

"I have a family, what I want is a baby." She got up a placed the sleeping infant in his bassinet, "I still have all these fake memories of raising Henry," she trailed her finger along her brothers chubby cheek, and then turned to face Mary Margret again, "I want to do it for real. I finally understand that having Neal wasn't about replacing me, it was about a second chance."

"But Emma having a baby alone, without a husband, don't you think that will be hard?"

She walked to the kitchen island stopping a few inches from her mother, "In my memories I did it, and Regina did for real without magic, why can't I?"

"Your father won't be happy about this, but you are a grown woman," Mary Margret said wistfully as she placed her hand on top of her daughters "How would you do this?"

"I guess start researching clinics and donors?"

"I don't think you'll find any of those in Storybrooke."

"Even if we did, I would not want to know who is donating, with my luck I'd end up picking one of the dwarfs."

"Oh Emma that's not funny," Mary Margret said in a disapproving tone, even thou her lips did curl up at the corners.