This is just something I wanted to write after watching the season finale. I can't wait until September and I really want Emma to find Henry now haha.

There are some fluffy Emma/Snow moments in this chapter and future chapters but everyone loves that. However I have something coming up that I really wanted to write I just have to work it in.

"So we are mom and dad now?" Mary Margaret asked her daughter as she joined her leaning against the side of the Jolly Roger, her arms resting on the top of the railing that ran around the entire ship.

"Shut up," Emma mumbled from beside her mother. She smiled softly as she looked at her to soften the blow of telling her to shut up.

"Well now, is that anyway to talk to your mother?" Mary Margaret smirked back raising an eyebrow questioningly.

"No mom," Emma replied and she watched the smile grow on the face of the woman stood next to her until it was as beautiful as the sunrise from an hour ago. "You have a beautiful smile," she said as she thought about all the smiles she could have had from her mother.

"Well it's because of you."

"Me? What did I do?"

Mary Margaret sighed heavily, reached over and took one of her daughters hands in her own she entwined their fingers and squeezed gently. She heard the sigh leave Emma's lips and thought about all that could have happened in her daughters life to make her think she needed walls so high and thick just to protect herself from those around her. Mary Margaret ran her thumb in circles over the pulse point in Emma's wrist thankful to feel it beating steadily underneath. They had come so close to losing each other that it had scared her, it had been her idea to save Regina by sending the trigger to another world and it had almost resulted in them all dying. The one good thing to come from it was the fact that Emma had finally acknowledged her parentage.

"You are just you Emma. You mean the world to me; all of them. When I thought we were going to die I was so sad, angry and sorry because I had talked you into saving Regina. I had convinced you it was the right thing to do and because of that I thought I would never get the chance to tell you how much I loved you."

"It was the right thing to do and you have told me that every day since the curse broke. Not necessarily in words but by your actions," Emma said when her mother opened her mouth to speak. "You have shown me everyday that you love me. When you jumped through Jefferson's hat to be with me, well...no-one has ever done anything so amazing for me." Emma choked slightly on the words as she said them, the emotions of the previous day were fast catching up to her and she wasn't sure how much longer she would be able to control herself.

"It's me who should be telling you how much I love you. In that mine when Regina said she couldn't contain it much longer it hit me. I would never get another chance to tell you I loved you, I would never get the chance to see my son grow up or spend time with my parents. When I called you and David what I did it was the only thing I could think of at the time to convey just how much I loved you.

"I'm sorry, even now I'm not very good with this kind of stuff," Emma swiped away the tears which had formed in her eyes with the hand which wasn't connected to her mothers. "My walls have been up so long that I find it hard to let anyone in."

"I have guessed that much," Mary Margaret sounded as choked as Emma did. Emma turned to look at her mom and found that she had tears falling down her face in a continuous stream that looked like it would never stop.

"Please don't cry. I don't want to make you cry, I want to make you feel anything but sad." She said emphatically.

"I'm not sad honey, I'm happy you are finally talking to me. This is all I have wanted for months, even after being in the Enchanted Forest you still wouldn't talk to me."

"Yeah about that, I'm really sorry. I never meant to pull away as much as I did it was just hard, I wanted to spend time with you but I felt weird thinking it or even saying it. Then there is the fact that everyone in town would look at us like we were a circus show whenever the three of us would be out together. I mean it is really weird having a father who is the same age as me and a mother who is a year younger." Emma smiled at her mom as she spoke, her blue eyes shining with mirth.

"Well if it helps technically I am 55 and your father is 56." Mary Margaret responded with a shrug and a chuckle.

"It doesn't because you look amazing for your ages," both women laughed at the words.

Unknown to both of them their interaction was being watched from three different angles.

Hook was watching the nuances of Emma's expressions as she talked with her mother. He found the fact that she despised him fascinating because he was used to women throwing themselves at him. She reminded him a lot of Milah, they both had a fiery spirit and a strong will which he couldn't break. He remembered the fight they had had about going back to the Enchanted Forest years after leaving so that she could see her son, the whole crew of the Jolly Roger had cowered from them both as they stood mere inches from each other screaming. He smiled ruefully and shook his head to dispel the thoughts of his dead love. "I love you Milah," he said quietly into the wind as he turned back to steering the ship to the godforsaken island.

Rumplestiltskin watched the interaction with fascination, he was amazed that after 28 years apart the two women stood on the opposite side of the ship had bonded. Even though her parents had sent her through a portal on her own Emma had forgiven them, something he couldn't fathom because his own son would never ever forgive him for breaking their deal. Hell he would never forgive himself for breaking that one deal. Now though he had to deal with the fact that he had lost his son to magic twice and this time he was almost definitely dead. He watched as the women stood with their hands linked clearly having a heartfelt mother daughter conversation, deep down he wished he could have a similar conversation with Bae. He would give up all his magic just to have his son stood in front of him once more. "I love you Bae," he said turning away from the two women to look out over the too blue sea as a tear slid down his face.

Charming was staring at Emma with so much affection that no-one would ever doubt that he loved his daughter. He still couldn't believe that she had called him dad. For 28 years that had been all he had ever wanted, even when he didn't know he had a daughter. He thought about everything he had wanted to teach her, she should have learnt to ride a horse, shoot a bow and arrow, use a sword. Dadda should have been her first word, well that or mamma he wasn't too bothered but she definitely should have been spoilt. He didn't know what had happened in her life but he did know that whatever it was had left her damaged and with walls so high that only a true prince could scale them. Watching the scene in front of him though he realised that it wasn't a prince that was ever going to scale them, it was her mother and she wasn't scaling the walls she was like a giant swiping them out of her way as if they were nothing. He wished more than anything that his daughter would open up to him the way she was her mother, they had reached a slightly awkward friendship that neither of them really understood. He had only really comforted her the once just after Neal had been shot and gone through the portal to save Emma, a fact that Charming would always be grateful for. He had made a note as he placed a gentle kiss to Emma's head that if Neal was alive he would find him for her, he wanted her to be happy and she obviously loved this person despite who his father was just as he and Snow had overlooked each others families. Even as he had comforted her on the stairs of their apartment he had wondered if Emma would rather it was her mother. She had not said anything just accepted the comfort he had provided. "I love you Emma," he said as he moved away from his wife and child and towards Hook not wanting to interrupt, and wanting to know where this damn island his grandson was on was.

Still ignorant to their watchers who had all turned to other things the two women continued their conversation.

"Thank you, I appreciate that." Mary Margaret said after a breath.

"Thank you for coming with me again." Emma all but mumbled. Mary Margaret using the hand still holding her daughters and pulled her in for a hug, she wrapped her arms around her daughter and ran one of her hands through her hair. She felt Emma's arms move and enclose tightly around her in the same way as when she had hugged her after the beanstalk incident in the Enchanted Forest. Neither woman was willing to break the contact so they just stood for a few minutes not talking just holding each other.

"I will always be with you sweetheart," Mary Margaret whispered breaking the spell they were both in.

"I know I don't say it enough but I love you mom," Emma returned a sob ripping through her body as she spoke.

"Emma, honey, what's wrong?" Mary Margaret asked as she pushed her daughter away from her dropping her hands to her side. Emma shook her head, unable to articulate why she had suddenly broke down. She assumed that the shock of the whole day had finally caught up with her and she found that all the emotions she had felt at some point had resurrected in one go. "Please talk to me, I'm really worried." As Mary Margaret said the words she watched her daughters eyes glaze over before rolling back in her head as she fell backwards.

"Charming!" Snow shouted at the top of her lungs as she moved forward to catch her daughter before her head hit the wood of the deck. Charming looked up from the map Hook was showing him in time to see his daughter fall and Snow catch her. He didn't think he just moved and the next thing he knew he was leaping down all four stairs and racing to his daughters side.

"Snow what happened?" He asked when he reached them, Snow was sat with Emma's head in her lap brushing her daughters blonde hair from her eyes.

"I don't know. We talked, then hugged and the next thing I know she's unconscious." Snow was obviously worried about her daughter her husband could see it in her eyes.

"That doesn't make sense, why would she just pass out?" Charming checks his daughters eyes as he speaks to his wife.

"I don't know," Snow was so worried that Charming reached over and placed a hand against her cheek and looked lovingly into her eyes.

"She will be okay, you caught her before she hit her head so it could just be that she hasn't slept in a couple of days and everything has caught up with her."

"Or it could be the magic she used down in the mine to help me." Regina said reasonably from behind Charming. He turned his head and watched her as she walked around and knelt down across from him and beside his daughter.

"What do you mean?" Snow asked trying to understand.

"That much magic it drained me, I would hate to think what it did to her." Regina reached out and placed a hand on Emma's head which was cold but covered in a layer of sweat. She pulled her hand away and wiped it on her trousers before continuing. "I'm surprised she didn't pass out sooner, it must have been the adrenaline of Henry going missing. Now everything has just caught up with her, she will be fine Mary Margaret she just needs to rest." The Queen looked up into her step daughters eyes and smiled softly. She wasn't too sure why she was being so nice, but she felt like she owed these people. Despite everything she had done to them they kept helping her time and again, if she could allay their worries concerning their daughters current state then maybe she could go back to hating them because life was simpler then.

"Thank you," the couple said together as Regina pushed up and walked away without a backwards glance.

"I'll take her below and let her sleep it off." Charming bent down and placed an arm underneath his daughters legs and head before lifting her off the deck. He straightened out and realised she weighed almost nothing which considering her diet was amazing. He walked with his daughter up the stairs and towards the entrance to the sleeping quarters past Hook who stared concernedly at Emma as he walked past.

"Is she okay?" He asked, his hook tapping the wheel out of anxiety.

"She will be, she just needs to rest." Mary Margaret explained as she came to him.

"Please put her in my quarters, straight down the last door to the left. It will be more comfortable than the crew quarters." Charming nodded that he had heard and proceeded down to the cabin as Snow stopped and stared at the captain. "What?" He asked after a moment.

"Nothing," Snow smirked as she walked away. She knew in that moment that Hook cared for her daughter she just wasn't too sure how she felt about it. Personally she had always imagined her daughter marrying a prince, but given that Emma was obviously in love with Neal (not a prince) she knew the pirate didn't stand a chance. She was not one to stand in the way of true love not after everything she and Charming had done to be together, so no matter who her daughter chose she would be happy so long as Emma was happy.