A/N: What a beautiful, beautiful Captain Swan moment. It filled my heart to bursting with feels and joy. So, of course, y'all get fanfic.

Spoilers up to "Poor, Unfortunate Souls" obviously.

It's you.

There's a lost little girl in Emma's mind, blonde hair like corn silk and green eyes that shouldn't be skeptical yet, who isn't enough for anybody.

She's come a damn long way.

She wore high heels that hurt her feet, met men who hurt her heart—and she's here now. She's a hero. She has a family.

She's the savior—she brings them back, the happy endings, a heavy burden on her shoulders. Something to be delivered, justice to be meted out, but they're not for her.

(Nothing is ever for her).

She gets Henry, on and off, shared with a step-mother and a crazy extended family and the memory of a father. She gets Henry, even if eleven of those years are missing.

Henry loves her. She loves him.

He's enough.

But she isn't—never has been. There's always going to be that reminder—that she couldn't be there when it mattered, that he has to lock away some part of his dreams because her lack of trust put him under a sleeping curse, that she gave him up to a woman who loved him, and hurt him, and didn't make him whole.

Still, she's the savior. Maybe that means she deserves a happy ending—something as flawed and pieced-together as she is, a consolation prize. She doesn't know what it would look like, that prize. Doesn't want to heap that burden on Henry.

Maybe she'd just better leave it alone.

But then—this. This, unexpected, as he always is, steady eyes and wayward smile, missing hand and present heart.

He is the first person to tell her that she is enough. She is all he needs. She is his happy ending.

That night, when she's finally learned to breathe normally again, she wanders back in memory to find that lost little girl who thought she'd never be enough.

She smiles, and she tells that little girl that it is going to be alright.