Emma awoke with a start. Her dream had been a bit too real for it to be a coincidence. After getting back from Neverland over a year ago, she had since given into magic being all around her. Her parents were Snow White and Prince freaking Charming and she shared a son with The Evil Queen and Rumplestiltskin's son. Her god mother was Little Red Riding Hood but also the wolf. She had seven little uncles and had unknowingly started to care for The Huntsman once upon a time. No matter what she did to try and forget about magic and fairy tales, they were all around her.
Emma slowly moved around her room, gathering her newest favorite pair of pants and shirt before heading down to take a quick shower. Truth be told, Neverland had been exhausting but an eye opening experience. Peter Pan was not the hero in the tale, but rather Captain Hook; who was really just a heart broken man looking for someone to remind him how to live. One of the first few days on the ship, she cornered the Captain and demanded to know about Neverland, where her son was and what they would face. When he tried to shove off the details, she made a deal, he tells her about his past in Neverland and how it could help them, she'd tell him about hers. She never thought it would work, but it did. She also never thought it would make her see past the pirate thing.
It took them two months of searching before they found Henry. And every day she spent more and more time getting to know her parents and even Hook. She found out he was more like her than she had even begun to realize before. One month later, she found herself on his ship again. She had never really thanked him; at least not in so many words, she owed him that at least. Thanks led to rum, and rum led to stories. He told her tales of his life as a pirate, and she told him about her bails bonds woman days. To say the look on his face was comical when she first told him about her last profession would be an understatement to say the least.
Over two months of stories and rum, she found that their nights had somehow evolved into dinner and stories, the rum turning into ale somewhere along the line. Finally one night she realized they were doing the pirate equivalent of dating. It wasn't until King George, or D.A. Spencer as she knew him, made a move again against her family that they both figured out what they felt for each other. After reassuring each other they were safe and mostly unharmed they met in a clash of teeth and tongues and flesh. After that it seemed a little silly for them to pretend they didn't care.
When she had told Henry and her parents about the development, Snow had turned to David and demanded he pay up. Henry later informed her that they along with Granny, Ruby, Grumpy and Belle had an ongoing bet about whether or not you two cared about each other. David now owed everyone 10 bucks.
Emma had wanted to throttle her father for the idea of going back to the Enchanted Forest, but so many felt it would be safer, she was outnumbered and gave in on one condition. They would send a small group, to scope out the safety of the matter. When she had suggested this, she didn't even think to realize both her father and lover would be the first two to volunteer. The night before they left on the Jolly Roger, Emma and Hook had spent the night in his cabin, refusing to part until the last possible minute.
That was six months ago. Now here she was, quickly heading out of the still quiet apartment right before dawn, following some strange urge to go to the marina. She walked along the docks, listening to the ocean lap against the boats. She reached the dock she had stood on what seemed so long ago, watching her son be dragged into a portal and looked out on the horizon. The sun was beginning to peak across the sea, the sky alighting with oranges and pinks. It was behind that she saw a flash of green. A slow smile spread across her face as the sight of white sails greeted her. Her smile grew to blinding as her hand reached up and smoothed across her swollen stomach, soothing the fidgeting baby.
"I know; I'm happy too. Your Daddy is finally home." Emma whispered down as she watched The Jolly Roger slowly drift towards her.
