STORY 1:

"Ahhh!" Emma let out a frustrated groan as she threw another article of clothing on the rather large pile that had taken over her bed and part of the floor. She heard footsteps on the stairs and the door push open as her mother, Mary Margaret, came rushing in.

"Is everything alright?" She asked, looking at her daughter and then the mess on the bed. "Whoa! Did you have an explosion in your closet?"

"No," Emma replied, sitting down heavily on the edge of the bed. "I can't decide what to wear on my date tonight. Nothing feels right."

Mary Margaret couldn't help the smile that formed on her face. These are the moments she and Emma should have had in the Enchanted Forest but because of the curse, never got to. And any time they came up, her heart filled a little more with joy at having her daughter back. "Maybe I can help?" she asked, and began digging through the pile of clothes. "What were you thinking?

"I don't know. Something nice, but not too fancy," Emma answered. "And, nothing like what I used to wear on a date. I'm trying to make an impression. A good one."

"Okay," Mary Margaret wasn't sure that description was all that helpful, but she'd try. "What about this? This is nice." She held up a black dress.

"No, that was the dress I was wearing the night Walsh proposed. I don't need to remind Hook he saved me from marrying a flying monkey." Emma didn't want to remember that night if she could help it.

"Right," her mother put down that dress and picked up a red one. "How about this one?"

Emma shook her head. "I wore that the night Henry found me. It's okay, but I used to wear that chasing bail escapees. And besides, I think it's a little too much. I already told Hook I don't pillage and plunder on the first date."

Mary Margaret's jaw dropped. "What! I mean good. Good, I'm glad to hear that." She laid that dress back down in the pile. "You must have something. Maybe if you gave me a little more to work with I can help more."

Emma sighed. "I guess I want…something that's a little sexy, but not too much. Something light and casual but still nice, I don't know. Something…" She paused, not believing she was actually going to say this out loud, "something…princess-y?"

"Princess-y?" Mary Margaret laughed. "Oh where is your father, he'll never believe you just said that." To hear Emma admitting she was a princess made her mother the happiest woman alive. "But actually I think I have the perfect thing. Come with me."

Grabbing her daughter's hand, Mary Margaret lead them downstairs and through the living room towards the open bedroom, passing David on the way who was sitting on the couch with baby Neil, reading to him from Henry's book. He looked up as they walked past.

"Everything alright?" He asked, noting the grin on his wife's face and the uncertainly on his daughter's.

"Yup," Mary Margaret replied, "just mother-daughter stuff."

She led Emma into the bedroom and dropping her hand, walked to the closet. "I bought this dress, before the last curse, I think. But when we got back here and I realized I was pregnant, well…" she grabbed the dress, still on the hanger with the tags attached and turned to Emma. "I haven't been able to wear it. What do you think?" she asked holding it up against her so Ema could get a good look.

The dress was the lightest shade of pink, almost beige really, with white flowers embroidered on the top. It had capped sleeves and v-shape neckline, but Emma didn't think it would be too plunging. It was fitted at the waist with a belt and the skirt was a simple A-line with a chiffon top layer. In short…it was perfect.

"I love it!" Emma told her mother with a smile. "It's simple but still elegant and I think exactly what I had in mind. Are you sure you don't mind if I borrow it?"

"Of course not!" Mary Margaret exclaimed. "Someone should wear it and besides, aren't mother's and daughter's supposed to share clothes?"

"I suppose," Emma replied, taking the dress from her mother. Not having had grown-up with her mother, she wasn't sure about all this family stuff.

"Well, go put it on! Hook will be here soon and I can't wait to see how it looks." She waved Emma from the room and watched as she headed back up the stairs.

"What was that about?" David asked, meeting Mary Margaret in their bedroom and handing her the baby.

"I helped Emma pick a dress to wear on her date tonight," she answered, smiling at him.

David frowned a little. "Maybe I should see this dress first," she said. "I don't want that pirate getting any ideas about my daughter. Well, more than he's already made perfectly clear he has."

Mary Margaret lightly slapped his arm. "It's fine. Besides, much as I know you see her as a little girl, she is a grown-up," she reminded him.

"I know," he replied, folding his arms "but she's still my baby girl I put in that wardrobe and I don't want to see her get hurt."

"I know," she reached up and placed a kiss on his cheek. "But, somehow, I think it's going to be alright."

David placed a kiss on her forehead. "I hope you're right." Hook was growing on him, especially after seeing them together the last few days and the way he tried to save her from that ice wall of Elsa's. Speaking of…

"We should get back to helping Elsa," he said.

"Yes," she agreed. "Let me feed the baby and I'll be right there." They shared a kiss and each went to handle their tasks.

Forty five minutes or so later David, Mary Margaret and Elsa were at the table, boxes and old records spread out all over the place as they searched the Storybrooke records for Elsa's sister Anna when Emma came down the stairs. She was wearing Mary Margaret's dress, her hair pulled into a high pony tail and nude pumps on her feet. Everyone stopped talking and looked at her when she came in.

"Wow!" Her mother exclaimed.

"What your mother said," David replied.

Emma actually blushed a little, unused to this sort of thing, not having gone to prom as a teenager. "Thanks. I-" She blinked at the flash from Mary Margaret's camera, the picture coming out. "Really?" she whined.

"You look lovely," Elsa told her with a shy smile.

Before Emma could reply there was a knock on the door. She took a deep breath. "Here goes nothing," she said and went to open it. She got quite the pleasant surprise when she did, so much it made her take a step back. But he spoke before she could.

"Swan, you look stunning," he told her, flashing that cheeky grin.

"You, look-"

"Dashing? I know," he said, stepping inside the apartment.

"That's quite a change," Emma replied.

"I figured if I'm going to be in this world, I may as well dress the part," he replied and held out a hand, offering her a rose. A hand, not a hook.

Mary Margaret gasped in surprised.

"Wow, you really went all out," Emma said. "Is that-"

"Mine? Yes," he answered. "It seems the Crocodile has had a change of heart after all."

"So, do I call you Captain Hand now?" Emma teased.

"Killian will do."

"Okay. Killian. We should go." He turned to head out and Emma went to follow him.

"So, back by midnight, right?" David said, more of statement than a question.

"I'm not Cinderella," Emma replied, rolling her eyes. Was he really going to play the over protective dad now? "I won't turn into a pumpkin you know."

"Ella didn't turn into a pumpkin, just her carriage did," Mary Margaret chimed in with a smile.

Emma just sighed. For a moment she forgot who she was dealing with. "Right."

"I assure you, mate, that your daughter is in good hands," Killian told David, trying to help.

"That's what worries me," he said, "especially now that there's two of them."

"Okay, time to go," Emma said, all but pushing Killian out the door.

"Sure you don't want me to drive?" David asked, walking behind them.

"Good night," Emma replied, following Killian out the door. "Don't wait up." She told them before pulling the door shut behind her. Maybe she was glad she had missed all that as a teenager.

STORY 2

When David had asked her if she'd babysit her baby brother while he took Mary Margaret out for some time alone, Emma had agreed. After everything that had happened with the Snow Queen and getting Elsa and Anna back to Arendell they could all use some down time. Even if it had taken a bit of coaxing from both her and David to get Mary Margaret to agree to a night off. And deciding she needed a night off with her, boyfriend, which seemed like the wrong term to use when one was dating Captain Hook, Emma had asked Killian if he wanted to come over and keep her company while she kept an eye on the infant. He had agreed without much coaxing needed.

Once her parents had left and Neil was settled in his crib, Emma popped some microwave popcorn before settling on the couch with Hook and introducing him to the wonder of this realm that is Netflix. For his entertainment, she'd agreed to watching Pirates of the Caribbean , throughout which he made commentary on how un-pirate like that Jack Sparrow was, to which Emma pointed out he reminded her an awful lot like a pirate she knew. And when he wasn't complaining about the pirating, he was asking if she was sure she wasn't related to this Elizabeth Swan as they both seemed to have a knack for getting into trouble, falling in love with pirates and looking incredibly sexy in a corset.

"You are not getting me in a corset again," Emma said, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "That time in the Enchanted Forest was more than enough for me."

Killian chuckled. "I don't know, Swan," he said, "while you cut quite the figure in the garments of this realm, I don't think the vision of you in that ball gown shall ever leave me mind," He leaned in and planted a kiss on her lips.

"Mmmm," she mumbled, sighing into the kiss. "Maybe if we ever had a ball in Storybrooke, but a corset really isn't helpful when doing things like chasing after snow monsters."

He admitted she had a point and they went on to a different movie, this time one of Emma's choosing, however neither of them managed to stay awake for the whole thing. And much later when Mary Margaret and David arrived home, they found them both laying on the couch sound asleep. Emma was half way on top of Killian, her head using his chest as a pillow, her arm around his waist and one of her legs tucked between his. Killian had propped one of the throw pillows under his head and his arms were wrapped around Emma.

David was not amused.

"This doesn't look like babysitting," he said.

"Shhh!" Mary Margaret replied, holding a finger to her lips. "Nothing is happening, they're just sleeping," she whispered. "They probably need a quite night as much as we did, probably more so."

"Maybe," David replied in a whisper, "but he couldn't have left to sleep in his own bed?"

His wife just gave him a look, one eyebrow arched. "And how many nights when we were hiding from Regina in the Forest did you go back to sleeping in your own bed, hmm?" She asked, moving to grab the remote from the coffee table to shut the television off.

"Weeell, that's different," he protested. "For one, we were already married. And second, she's my daughter. I'm supposed to protect her from scoundrels like him."

Mary Margaret grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch, and covered them with it before moving back to her husband. "After all that's happened, I hardly think you can call him a scoundrel," she said. "Come on." She reached out and took David's hand. "It's late, we should get to bed ourselves."

David still wasn't happy but he let Mary Margaret tug him along. "Alright, but I think he and I need to have a chat in the morning."

Mary Margaret rolled her eyes. "She may be our daughter, but she's a grown woman. She can make her own choices and besides, she's the happiest I've ever seen her."

"That doesn't mean I want to walk in my house and see her like that," he replied. "She may be a grown woman but she'll always be my little girl and there are some things a father just doesn't need to know."

His wife laughed softly. "Okay, Dad, we'll deal with this in the morning." She gave him a kiss on the cheek and went to check on baby Neil, who was sound asleep in his crib. "I'm glad you're not old enough to be an over protective brother yet," she said, gently brushing the baby's head. "I don't think I could handle two of you standing in the way of your sister's happiness."