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M.

"Emma," he yelled from the bottom floor. "The guys that will help with the moving are here! please come down!"

A mane of blonde curls started walking down the stairs, when she reached the ground, David took her in his arms. "Hi, baby!" The girl didn't reply. She just sucked her thumb.

Emma hadn't say a word since her mother passed away, three months ago. Even though the doctors had said it was normal for a kid experiencing trauma, he couldn't help but to worry.

"You'll like storybrooke," the father told the little girl. "They have a public library! I know you like reading."

It was one of the only things that David knew about his daughter. It was not like he didn't love her or he didn't care. But after their divorce, Kathryn had gained full custody over Emma and she had disappeared, for five years his daughter and ex wife were nowhere to be found. Until Boston's child services called telling him the news. Kathryn had had a car accident and didn't make it, Emma had miraculously survived with nothing but few scratches.

"Mommy and daddy grew up there," he told his daughter, I would not give up on her talking again. "And granny and daddy will be happy to have you around."

The baby listen to her dad carefully, as if he was giving her some important advise.

When all their belongings were in the truck they departed, destination: Storybrooke, Maine.

David and Kathryn had left their hometown soon after they got married. They both got accepted in Yale, David for business management and Kathryn for Law, and after they finished college they decided to stay. Then Emma came along and they wanted a better life for her. After they got divorced David couldn't gather the courage to go back.

It had been more than 10 years since the last time he was in his birth town, his parents were thrilled to have them back. He couldn't lie to himself, he was pretty excited too.

Storybrooke might not have all the luxuries that New York had, but it was good enough. His family and childhood friends were there and it was a nice and safe environment for a motherless kid to grow up.

The arrived after lunch time, but David's mother still had food on the table for them. After the truck guys had placed all the boxes on the living room and left, David and Emma sat to eat in the company of his parents.

"Do you like cookies, Emma?" His mother asked. Emma shook her little head. "Still not talking, huh?" She asked David.

"Yeah," he said putting more food on this dish. "Doctor said it might take a while."

"It's been nearly 6 months, David." His father, always supportive and comprehensive, said.

It had been nearly 6, tough, months, he wanted to add. First he had tried to work it out in Boston, but Emma didn't feel comfortable there; so they moved to New York, were David had lived since he finished college. But Emma wasn't doing great in New York either.

"I know," his mother said. "Do you want to go to the library, sweetie?"

Emma nodded smiling, it was the first time in months that she smiled. That smile was worthy; quitting his job, moving, having to live with his father. He'd do anything to see Emma smile.

"Grab your jacket, then!" Emma stood up and ran towards the closet where her jacket was hanged.

"I'll go with you," David commented. He was not ready to be alone with his father.

They had parted in bad terms and the younger man was not ready to make some amendments, nor he was ready to forgive.

The weather was cold and it hit David almost to the bones. It had also been raining so the thermal sensation was very low. He almost imagined himself as an eskimo, walking through snow paths on the North Pole.

Storybrooke had not changed a bit since he last visited. Everything was in the same place: the Mayor's and Archie's and the sheriff's offices, granny's. The only thing that had changed was that the library was open now.

"Two city girls moved to storybrooke last year," David's mother started explaining. "One is teacher at the primary school and the other one is the librarian."

"Aha,"

"I've heard the teacher is single,"

"Mother!" David exclaimed.

"What? She's a very sweet girl."

"Please, don't start," her son begged.

He opened the library's door and let his daughter and mother enter before him.

"Belle," his mother greeted the lady behind the desk, the librarian for sure. "This is my son, David, and my granddaughter, Emma."

"Nice to meet you," she smiled at them both. "Are you looking for something in particular?" Belle asked Emma, who hid behind her father's leg.

"She likes princesses and pirates," David said.

"Children literature is on the 3rd corridor," the librarian pointed out. "We just got new books, the town's teacher is there, you could ask her which is the best one."

"You go, darling," his mother said. "I believe Miss French and I have an unfinished discussion about Anna Karenina."

David thanked the librarian and told his mother he'd be back soon. Emma was not an indecisive girl who spent one hour figuring out which book she wanted. His daughter grabbed his hand as they walked towards the children section.

There was a lady piling the books, she had short hair and really white skin, he guessed she was the teacher. Emma ran towards the bookshelf and started staring at the books, trying to pick one.

"Ow, hi!" The black haired lady told Emma. "How are you?"

Emma stared at the woman who was talking to her for a while and then returned to the books. The woman kept on looking her, with a confused expression on her face. She looked cute when she was confused.

"You'll have to forgive her," David spoke. The woman turned to face him. "She hasn't talked since her mother passed away."

When she heard his explanation, she seemed to remember something. She kneeled to be at Emma's height. "You are Emma, right?" Emma nodded. "Your grandma has told me so much about you! I couldn't wait to finally meet you. I'm going to be your teacher," the woman talked to Emma. "My name is Mary Margaret, it's a pleasure to meet you."

She extended her hand for Emma to shake. Emma stared at her father, looking for permission to shake her new teacher's hand. David nodded and Emma shook Mary Margaret's hand.

"Why don't you try reading this one," Mary Margaret handled Emma a book called 'Miss Rumphius'. "It was my favorite one as a kid."

Emma looked at the book, as if it was a treasure, and gave her dad a look saying 'we can go now, daddy'.

"Seems like she's ready to go," David stated. "I'm David, by the way."

"I know," Mary Margaret shook his hand as well, "I mean, your mother told me. She came to school and we talked about you and Emma, not talk talk, she more like explained me your story and all that has happened to you and -" the teacher started to rushed her words. She stopped when David smiled at her. "Anyway, hope to see Emma on monday at 8am."

"She will be there," David grinned at her. "Good bye, Miss Mary Margaret."

"Good bye, Mr. Nolan" the teacher replied with a shy smile and returned to her chores of piling books.