Emma watched Mary Margaret as she rocked baby Neal back and forth in her arms, cooing in that gentle way that mothers have and smiling down at her son. David had pried himself away from his newborn son and wife just long enough to make a run to the store. Even royal princes wore diapers.

"You know, Emma," Mary Margaret said in a sing-song voice so as not to disturb the baby, "I've spent enough time in the Enchanted Forest to know what it feels like to be watched,"

"What?' Emma asked, startled. Mary Margaret kept her attention on Neal.

"Your big sister is watching me like I'm her prey," she said to him. The baby made a soft groan in response.

"I'm not - you're not - I'm not watching you," Emma said, fumbling over her words. Her mother looked up at her.

"Okay," she said, "So then what are you doing?"

Emma's mouth fell open for a few seconds before she snapped it shut.

"Just watching you and the baby," she replied, "Can't I just do that?"

Snow lifted an eyebrow at her daughter for a moment before settling her son in his cradle to sleep.

"Where's Henry?" she asked, shifting the subject to her grandson.

"Oh, uhm, he's with Killian," Emma replied, "They're probably stealing a ship or something,"

Snow stood at the kitchen sink with her palms pressed flat against the countertop.

"So, are you and Hook . . . " she trailed with a raise of her brows.

"I don't know," Emma retorted a tad too strong.

"Okay," Snow replied sweetly, "Just thought I'd ask,"

Groaning, Emma laid her head on the countertop. She rolled to look at baby Neal asleep on his cradle.

"I wish I could crawl in there with him," she said, "It would be so easy to just get a break,"

"Henry said you'd found a place to live," Snow replied in an encouraging tone. Emma pulled her head up.

"He found it, actually," she explained, "Hey, did you know anyone in your land named 'Anna'? The real estate agent is someone I've never met before but I didn't know who she would've been back there. I mean, not a big market for castle rentals I'm guessing,"

Snow thought for a moment.

"Anna? No, I don't remember her from the Enchanted Forest. I've seen her a few times in Granny's and around town but I don't think I've ever spoken to her," she said.

"Do you think Regina hates me?" Emma blurted. Snow twitched, caught off guard by the blunt delivery of the questions.

"Regina?" she asked.

"I brought back Marian. I ruined her true love. I destroyed her happiness," Emma replied.

"You can't ruin true love, Emma," Snow said, putting a hand over her daughter's, "It's unbreakable,"

"Yeah, well, that was until time travel," Emma shrugged, "I just should've listened to Hook but I-I couldn't let Marian die there. I couldn't leave her behind,"

"True love will survive anything, even time travel," Snow replied, "You have a good heart, Emma. Don't let yourself feel guilty for that,"

"I just don't want Regina to hate me. . . again," Emma said.

"Well . . . I killed her mother and she forgave me," Snow offered, causing Emma to snort out a laugh, "I'm sure, in time, she'll forgive you, too,"

"I hope so," Emma replied.

Mary Margaret busied herself with washing and putting away dishes, leaving Emma to ponder her own thoughts. It was one thing for Regina to hate her - she was almost used to it by now - but to have her feel betrayed, to have Emma be responsible for Regina's heartbreak was almost too much of a burden.

"Emma?" Mary Margaret's voice called. Emma blinked and realized that her mother was staring very intently at her. She must've been calling her name more than once.

"Sorry," Emma said, sliding off the chair, "I'm going - I'm gonna go,"

"Are you sure? Mary Margaret asked, "You can stay if you want,"

"No, I'm fine," Emma replied as she walked towards the door, "I just need to get everything sorted out for the move,"

"How are you going to be a pirate without a ship?"

The question echoed in Killian's mind like a whirlpool in the sea. The boy had asked him when they were down at the docks earlier in the day. He was a keen lad, quick to learn and bursting with a streak of adventurous energy. He got that from his mother. And, Killian supposed, his father.

He harbored an affection for the boy that was more than just friendliness. There was compassion and even love for him. The boy was so much to the people who meant the most to Killian.

It was a precarious situation, at best, he thought. Once the most fearsome pirate to sail all the realms, he found himself surrounded by those dedicated to good and righteousness. Bloody Prince Charming stood a chance at becoming his father-in-law!

Killian froze, his hand clutching the railing of the dock so hard that his knuckled turned a painful shade of white. He was a pirate captain! A man who had struck fear into the hearts of all her encountered! He'd been called a scoudrel, a blaggard, a rogue!

And here he was, embarrassingly, imagining himself in wedlock with the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming!

His fist struck the deck post with an almighty thud, sending a painful wave of vibration up through his arm and into his shoulder.

"Still mourning your ship?," a voice asked from behind him. He spun around in a swift, fluid movement, drawing his sword and bracing for battle.

Tinkerbell took a step back, putting both her hands up.

"Someone's on edge tonight," she said, eyeing his sword. Killian grunted and sheathed his blade, turning back to look out at the sea.

Tinkerbell moved to stand beside him.

"What are you doing here, Tink?" Hook grumbled, not looking at her.

"I could ask you the same thing," she replied. She turned to look at him side-on. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm a pirate. I'm drawn to the sea," he answered flatly.

"I've known you too long, Captain Hook, to know that's not what's really going on," she said, folding her arms across her chest, "What is it?"

"Nothing to twist your pretty little wings over, love," Hook replied with a sardonic grin at her. He turned on his heel to leave.

"Where's your ship, Captain?" she asked, emphasizing the last word.

"Seems like age is catching up to you now that you're out of Neverland, darling," Hook replied. Tink looked wounded but Hook didn't bother to stick around and relish her reaction. He set off back towards town.

"Look at the little domesticated pirate going home to his love," Tink needled. Hook's step caught but he didn't turn to look at her.

"You forget, Hook," Tink whispered, standing so close she was nearly touching him, "I remember the man you used to be. I remember the pirate captain, ten fathoms deep on the road to hell,"

Hook's jaw clenched tight as he set it firmly.

"Go away, fairy," he barked and set off at a quicker pace, leaving the bemused fairy to herself in the sunset by the water.