Disclaimer: Just playing, will put everything back when finished.
She looked it up once, the name hand-stitched into that blanket of hers. She'd taken refuge in a library one day as a kid, eager to get away from her latest "family", when a librarian asked if she was looking for something in particular, and curiosity had struck.
Emma means "whole" or "universal", yet Emma's lived the majority of her life feeling neither of these things.
In fact she'd scoffed at the knowledge when it was first presented to her, and hadn't given it a second thought until how, tucking her own kid in for the night and coming back downstairs to join her parents for that wine she's been craving for a while now.
It feels…normal. She feels…complete. And suddenly it all makes sense.
Because without them, without the family she's looked so long for and then fought so hard to keep, there'd always been a part of her missing. She hadn't found it until she found them.
"Emma? All we have is one red, that okay?"
"Sure. Besides, your wife's a lightweight."
"I am not!"
"Says the woman who had two pints at a battle victory feast and ended up making herself a flower crown while declaring, 'I'm a princess! I need my crown!'"
"Oh, this I have to hear more about-"
"No, you don't! Charming, just pour the wine."
"Okay, fine, but if you have one too many just remember I've got a camera phone."
"Emma Swan, if you record anything untoward you will regret it."
Oh yeah, she smirks, catching her father's wink as he pours, this her family, this is what her name meant all along, and the feeling is better than she ever thought possible.