Emma sat beside David, setting her hands on her stomach while she watched the family. The large, strange, extended family. She hummed quietly, tapping the rhythm on her stomach while she went, waiting for everyone to finally settle down for the ridiculous Sunday dinner Mary Margaret had insisted on. The baby kicked and she smiled, still humming.
"Wh-" David sounded almost breathless. "What are you singing?"
She stopped and looked at him. His eyes were red and he looked shocked. "It's just a tune. Are you okay?"
He nodded and stood up, leaving the apartment. Emma watched him go, then looked over towards Mary Margaret, who for once seemed oblivious to her husband while she cooed at Roland. She followed David out and found him leaning against the wall, his hands over his face.
"I'm sorry."
He looked at her, his hands dropping, and she saw the tears in his eyes. "Sorry?"
"I didn't mean...whatever upset you. I...I've always just known that tune and it's what I sang to Henry, it's just the first thing I thought of, if you don't like it..."
"No." He shook his head. "No, I..." His voice cut off and she grabbed his arm. "I sang to you. When Snow was pregnant. That song...my mother sang it to me. And I sang to you. And you're...you're...I would just know you were awake. I don't know...she would be asleep and I would just know you were awake and I would..." He pulled her into himself, hugging her tightly. "I love you so much, Emma. My little baby Emma."
Emma wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "I love you, too, dad."
