Because I think there isn't enough Daddy Charming - Emma scenes on the show. Hopefully there'll be much, much more than what we get now.

I don't own anything, unfortunately. If I did, there would be more Captain Swan, Captain Charming (my BROTP) and David-Emma. I obviously love David. And Hook. Sigh...

The first time David noticed something was off with Emma was when he entered Granny's on one cold winter day. Snow had sent him on a morning coffee run, but he was willing to bet she didn't know he'd find their daughter sitting in a table in the back of the room, staring at her hot chocolate with a thoughtful look on her face. He studied her for a short minute, before deciding he'd talk to her.

After he quickly told Ruby his order, he walked over to the blonde wearing a frown on her face, and slid in the booth. Emma's head snapped up, and a flash of fear passed over her face, before she saw it was him and relaxed. She let out a strangled laugh, gripping her mug rather tightly, in David's opinion.

"It's you," she breathed, shaking her head. For a moment David thought she was actually scared he was someone else, but quickly shook it off. In the last few months he learned Emma was becoming a lot stronger than before. It was a good kind of strong, not the bad one, the one that protected her from everyone and everything. The kind that kept the good things out of her life.

He laughed, "Of course it's me. Who else?"

Emma looked at him, and a smile spilled over her lips. David felt one tug at the corners of his mouth as well. He had no idea how or why their relationship made such progress in the last few months, but he was damn well glad it did. It hasn't been that long since they defeated the Wicked Witch and rebuilt Storybrooke, and David knew things were still far from good, but at least they were starting to get normal.

"I thought you were Hook," she said, her face falling again.

David narrowed his eyes slightly at the sudden change of her attitude, but was more focused on scowling at the mention of the pirate. "Of course you did."

Emma grinned widely again, giving David a slight whiplash. "Aw, are you jealous, dad?"

He didn't even bother denying it. It was common knowledge by now that David wasn't fond of the idea of her daughter and Hook as a couple, but it wasn't like he had a say in the matter. So he settled on silent rebellion, scoffing every time he saw them making googly eyes at each other, earning himself an eye-roll from Emma, Snow, Hook and just about everyone else.

Ugh.

Emma nudged him lightly, "David? You're spacing out on me."

"Huh? Right, sorry. Of course I'm jealous," he said, reaching for one of the cookies she had on a plate in front of her, only to have his hand slapped away. "I just got you back and I already have to share you with somebody else."

His daughter rolled her eyes in a way that was just... him. "Says the man who's having another kid."

Crap. He completely forgot about that. Sitting there with Emma, he forgot about his very pregnant wife who was waiting for her half-caf, double vanilla latte or whatever the hell did she tell him to get her. He didn't remember this whole 'pregnancy thing' being so hard thirty years ago when Snow was pregnant with Emma. Maybe he was just getting old.

It didn't feel as good as he thought it would. Getting old, that is.

But David, Snow and Emma had talked about it, and after some yelling, crying, and venting out they wound up hugging, after which Emma told them they had her blessing, and that she already loved the kid so much. He knew something was bothering her, so he wasn't going to let it slide that easily. "Someone's playing dirty today," he said jokingly, trying to get a cookie again. This time she let him have it, and he couldn't help but feel victorious as he munched on it slowly.

She sighed, letting her hands drops to her lap. "You're right. That was kind of below the belt. I'm sorry."

He put the cookie on the table, fixing her with the softest glare he could muster. "Are you okay?"

"Why wouldn't I be okay?" she asked, looking back at him.

"You just seem... off."

"Dav - dad, I'm fine. Look, I promised Henry I'd pick him up after school. I gotta go," she said, scooping up her keys and throwing on her jacket. Before David even got to blink she was out the door, her blonde hair fluttering in the wind.

"But Emma," he yelled after her, drawing attention from the entire crowded diner, "It's only ten in the morning!"

The second time he knew something was up was a few days after he talked to her in the diner. His eyes nearly bulged out at the sight of his transferred genes sitting in her small yellow car, parked a few blocks away from the sheriff station. Her head was bowed down and she stared at something in her hands. At first he thought that maybe she was crying, and rushed towards her, but then he saw her raise a hamburger to her lips and froze in his spot.

What the hell?

David blinked once, twice, and then rubbed his eyes, thinking that maybe he was seeing things. But no, when he looked again his daughter was still sitting in her bug, eating that hamburger and clinging to it like her life depended on it. She also looked like she was about to run to Vegas and have Elvis marry them. Love didn't last for long, though, and David wasn't even done feeling weird about the first burger, when she pulled out another one. He narrowed his eyes, seeing her also pull out a jumbo milkshake and some fries.

Where was she pulling out all the food from?

Finally, he stuck his hands in his pockets and headed for her car. This was ridiculous. Something was off and he was going to find out what, even if it killed him. Knowing Emma, it probably will.

David tapped on her window gently, shaking from the cold air as his breath came out in foggy huffs. Emma jerked slightly at the knocking, but didn't jump like the last time he sneaked up on her. She rolled down her window and smiled at him. David fought to keep in a laugh - she had ketchup smeared around her mouth like a five year old.

It was beginning to dawn on him that, concerning all the things he missed with Emma, he could still make up. She was somehow a child, a teenager and an adult all wrapped up in one beautiful package.

"Whatcha doin', Emma?" he asked slowly.

She shrugged, looking guilty, like she was caught eating candy before dinner. "Nothing, just... eating."

"Yeah, I can see that. Why are you in your car?"

"I was... hungry?" she tried, though he could see her heart wasn't really in it.

David arched an eyebrow, set on dealing with her weirdness once and for all. "Okay, seriously. You've been acting weird for the last two weeks. What's wrong with you?" he propped himself on his elbow.

Emma watched him as he grinned boyishly and narrowed her eyes at him. She knew she should probably tell him. Emma was slowly going crazy, keeping the secret in. She wanted to run to the top of the clock tower and scream it from there, but something stopped her, weighted her down. Maybe it was that paralyzing fear she first felt when she found out, or the unadulterated happiness that came after that. Whatever it was, it once again stopped her from admitting it out loud. It wasn't the right time for the words to leave her mouth. It was the right person that should have heard them, but it wasn't the right time.

So she lied. Again. "Nothing's wrong," she said, flashing him a brilliant smile.

David sighed, his head lowering. "Emma... You know you can talk to me, right? If something's bothering you, I'm here."

The confession was on the tip of her tongue, and if she had stared at him for a second longer she would have blurted the whole thing out. She bit the inside of her cheek and focused her stare on the french fries, telling herself he would be angry with her. Furious. Disappointed.

Oh, she could not deal with Prince Charming's disappointed face right now.

"I'm fine," she said again, steeling her voice.

David seemed disappointed that she didn't open up to him, but Emma couldn't allow herself to feel bad about it now. She sent him another smile and he nodded back at her, telling her he'll see her back at Mary Margaret's apartment. Emma watched him as he walked away from her car, going in the direction of the sheriff station. It was his shift, she remembered.

Emma sighed.

Right person. Wrong time.

Some time after that the whole Storybrooke came together at Granny's to celebrate Belle's birthday. David and Mary Margaret barely managed to push through the door, and David couldn't help but huff a little. A very pregnant Mary Margaret, who also had quite the heated personality as Snow White, was one very complicated pregnant woman. And although David loved her and their second child so much, he was starting to wish the kid would just come out already. This was exhausting.

Snow was already eating her fourth piece of cake when Emma, Henry and Hook tumbled in, bickering over something. Well, Henry and Hook were bickering, Emma was spitting out orders with a deadly look on her face.

"No, you are not doing that to my couch! What's wrong with you?" she asked, briefly turning around.

David and Mary Margaret walked up to them. David immediately noticed the way Emma's mouth watered at the sight of the cake.

Mary Margaret smile at them. "What's going on?"

Emma rolled her eyes as she took of her coat. "They're acting like kids."

"But I am a kid! Technically." Henry rebelled.

Emma nodded. She had to give him that. She turned to Hook. "Fine, and what's your excuse?"

Hook ignored her and instead turned to David, who was having way too much fun watching Emma manhandle the pirate. "Why didn't you tell me it would be this bloody hard?"

"Oh, no, no, no. This is all on you, captain. You got what you wanted - now deal with it."

Emma's mouth dropped open, and she shot daggers at him when she looked at him. "You are seriously not helping either of your cases."

"I'm just messing with you."

"Yeah well, don't. I'm gonna go get a drink. Henry, you want something?"

The kid froze for a second. "Apple juice," he rambled out quickly, earning a couple of weird looks from the grown-ups surrounding him.

"Henry, are you okay?" Mary Margaret asked him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"I'm fine, it's just that..."

"What?"

"It's Emma," Henry said finally, "she's been acting really weird lately."

"You noticed that too, huh?" David muttered. "Glad to know I'm not the only one."

Hook snorted at this, like he knew all to well what David was talking about. Henry was quick to explain when he saw the confused look on his grandfather's face. "Last night, she almost threw him out because he accidentally changed the channel."

Mary Margaret looked at Hook with wide eyes, as if she wanted him to confirm it. The pirate nodded. "I have to say, I've faced many things, but that was, by far, the scariest I've ever seen," he said with a grin.

"Did you do something else to piss her off? You seem to have a knack for it," David smirked, handing him a beer bottle. He couldn't stop feeling surprised at the fact that the pirate he once wanted to just shoot in the face was now his, not that he'd ever admit it, drinking buddy. But, David figured, people change or at least show their true colors, which is what the 'fearsome' captain Hook did. Luckily for them, his true colors turned out to be much, much better than they originally thought. Hook had come through with getting Emma from New York and had risked his life numerous times to save both Emma and David during the fight with the Wicked Witch. The least the Prince could do was admit the man was his friend.

"Dave, I can honestly say I did not. I've been on my best behavior."

"It's true, he has," Henry added.

"Then I don't know what's going on with her, but we better find out before someone loses a head." David left Hook unsaid, but everyone, except Henry, knew it was hanging in the air.

Mary Margaret and David settled into one of the booths after she declared she couldn't dance anymore because her feet were killing her.

"I feel like a whale," she announced, glancing down at her body.

David laughed, even though it was a testy territory, and shook his head. "Snow, I don't remember you being like this when you were pregnant with Emma. Why are you suddenly so worried about your weight and looks and everything else? You know I think you look beautiful no matter what."

"That's sweet but David, this time I have two personalities in my head. Mary Margaret isn't really happy about the fact that her clothes size doubled. Do you know how hard it is for me to get into jeans? I stopped trying months ago."

"I know, you told me."

She swatted at his arm playfully when Hook slid into the seat next to David. "Have you seen Swan?"

Mary Margaret shook her head, "No, we thought she was with you and Henry."

"Henry went to tell Regina something and when I turned around, your daughter was gone. How does one get lost in a diner?"

"The better question is - how do you lose someone in a diner? What are you doing?" David asked suddenly, looking over at Mary Margaret.

"I'm eating," she replied incredulously.

"Yeah but..." David trailed off, cocking his head to the side. Mary Margaret had a little ketchup smeared on the lip outline, and David's mind instantly flashed to Emma. Why was everything about Emma's recent behavior so familiar to him? It was almost as if he'd lived through it before.

Seeing Snow's chin made him feel like someone pulled the rug from under him. Of course he lived through it. He did it twice.

"Oh my God," he mumbled.

"What?" Hook asked, oblivious as ever as he and Snow talked about something.

"Move!" David barked, pushing him out of the way so he could get out of the booth. "Come on, Hook," he urged him, "move!"

"I'm going!"

"David?" Mary Margaret eyed him carefully, like he was losing his mind. He felt like he was, anyway.

"I have to find Emma!" he shouted back at them, already getting lost in the crowd of people.

Hook leaned back in his seat, bringing the bottle closer to his lips. "I can see where Emma gets her crazy from," he said before he took a swig.

Mary Margaret only laughed.

"David, what are you doing?" Emma asked as he pushed her into Granny's office in the back of the diner. "Did you finally lose your mind over Mary Margaret's pregnancy?"

David locked the door behind him. "No, but I'm getting there," he said hastily, before fixing her with his stare.

Her eyes darted down and she stared at her feet, feeling like a little girl under his intense gaze. "What?" she mumbled.

"Did you tell him?"

"Tell who what?"

"Hook," David said gently, "that you're pregnant."

She looked up at him, her eyes wide and protected. "I'm not..." she sighed. "How'd you know?"

"Emma, it doesn't matter if you're the savior, even you can't escape the mood swings. And hamburgers, apparently," he said, making her laugh. "But anyway, you didn't see Snow pregnant so you don't know that you actually both have the same tells, if one knows how to look for them," he grinned slyly. He continued, "Both of you could eat a horse, you get really scary sometimes and honestly, there's just something different about you. Good different."

"I'm scared," she admitted. In that moment, David knew none of her walls were up. She was scared, her feelings were exposed and she felt like that orphan again, hopeless. But this time, David would be damned if he let her feel alone.

"Of him leaving?" he guessed.

"Well that, yeah, but also..." she trailed off.

He nodded, understanding. "Henry."

Emma nodded. "What if I just wasn't cut out to be a mom? Not from the start anyway. I'm not really the warmest person out there, how am I supposed to-"

"Hey, it's okay," David jumped in, seeing she was on the verge of spontaneous combustion. "Henry loves you, he thinks you're the best mom in the world."

"That's because Regina isn't the brightest flower in the garden either."

"It doesn't matter. He loves you. Besides, now you know how I feel," he laughed. "I'm terrified of our child arriving. I mean, it would have been easier if we had some time and practice with you, but..."

"Oh, come on," Emma rolled her eyes, trying to come up with something to make him feel better. "You're Prince Charming. Being a good father is in your blood."

"And you're my kid, which means it's in yours as well," David grinned. "But listen, you should really tell Hook. I mean, I know we all had our disagreements in the past, but he's come through for all of us, I'm sure he won't fail you this time. And even though I get an ulcer just by thinking about saying it, but by this point I'm pretty sure he truly loves you. True love's kiss and everything."

Emma shook her head, still looking pretty unconvinced. David sighed; he should have known it wouldn't be that easy.

"Emma," he tried again, "put yourself in his shoes. Wouldn't you want to know? I would."

"Why are you suddenly fighting for Hook and his shoes?" she asked, her voice slightly teasing.

David rolled his eyes, leaning back on Granny's desk. "I'm not saying he's my favorite person in the world, but he's... you know," he said, rubbing her neck, looking like he was embarrassed, "my mate." Even Emma couldn't keep her laugh at that one.

"You are so in love with him," she said, settling beside him.

He elbowed her in the ribs lightly, making her laugh. "I told you, I'm a married man." They chuckled for a few seconds before little flashing red light caught David's eye. He stared at it, trying to figure out what it meant, before he saw the button with the sticker 'speaker' underneath it. If he didn't feel sick before, he had a feeling he'd puke right about that second.

Emma noticed the horrified, panicked look on his face and pushed herself off the desk. "What? What's wrong?"

"Crap," he muttered, "crap, crap, crap, crap. I'm so sorry, Emma," he apologized, looking up at her. "I didn't see it was turned on."

"What was?" she asked. She was starting to feel just as panicked as David seemed to be. He was contagious.

"The speaker Granny had installed. I... I didn't know it was working."

"Wait..." she said, his words dawning on her. "You're telling me that the whole diner just..."

He nodded, "Heard everything we said. Yep."

Emma was about to say something when the door to the office opened. Hook walked inside with a blank look on his face. His eyes searched Emma's and she tried not to look like she was just caught doing something wrong. Damn it, he wasn't saying anything and they all just stood there in anticipating silence. Emma had an urge to hide behind David's back when her father caught her hand in his and gave it a comforting tap.

"I'll just... go over there," he said pointing at the door. "Leave you two to talk." On his way out he sent Hook one last threatening glance, silently telling him that if Emma ran out of there crying he would hunt him down no matter how long it took.

When David was out of the room Emma took a step forward, willing to actually swallow her pride and apologize for keeping this secret from him, when he cut her off. His face was grim, but when Emma looked more closely she could see the corners of his mouth twitch and she knew he was fighting a grin. She almost wanted to burst out laughing, realizing he wasn't mad at her.

"Hook, I-"

"I came here," he interrupted, "to ask you something. How is it that you had no problem yelling at me for accidentally changing the channel, but couldn't tell me I am going to be a father?" he asked, cocking his head to the side.

Emma puckered her lips, mulling her words over. She grinned a moment later, "It was a really good episode."

I've been having a dilemma. Should I start a collection of one-shots? They would be full of Captain Swan, Captain Charming (brotp) and Snowing. I can't help it; they're the reason I scream whenever I watch the show... leave a review-tell me what you think!

Hm...

P.s. there's a Supernatural reference in there somewhere, whoever finds it first I'll go read and review one of their stories :) deal?