Well as luck would have it, the supposed week turned into a month.
After a few nasty encounters with Regina (Mostly on the "mayor's" part.) Emma became all the more determined to stay put in the town if only for Henry's sake.
Her youngsters weren't enrolled in school quite yet in Boston. So they could very easily restart in Storybrooke with little to no problem.
They moved into the apartment with the local elementary school teacher "Miss Mary Margaret Blanchard" at her invitation. The kind woman couldn't stand the thought of a mother and her kids reduced to sleeping in their car.
(Regina's interference at had made it unsuitable for them to stay at the inn.)
Interestingly enough it seemed that as soon as the Swan Family made their decision to remain in town. Weird things started happening:
From the town clock starting to run on time to something miraculous as a coma patient being awakened after umpteen years. And adding on the fact that Mary Margaret seemed to be unconsciously infatuated with said "patient" made things more complex.
But by far the biggest thing to date began on the day their stuff finally arrived from Boston.
"Breakfast!" sang Mary Margaret as she roused the sleepy headed twins from their position on the couch. The boy just groaned and stretched. While the girl moaned turning over on her side, covering her head with the pillow. Trying to block out the sunlight.
"Thank God my stuff is here," Emma huffed to herself as she finished lifting and opening a heavy cardboard box. Examining its contents.
"Is that all your stuff?" asked the school teacher coming over to the table with a couple plates in hand.
"Yeah, this is it apart from the kids" glancing at the two small taped up boxes in the corner.
"Is the rest in storage?" Mary further inquired.
"No this is all of it…I'm not sentimental and neither are my children. It's been… quite an intense year for us. Getting use to each other, I don't know much about their life before coming into my care. They never talk about it and they don't trust easy," said Emma. Gazing at her young charges with somewhat of a kindred spirit.
A knock on the door interrupted them.
The small boy jumped up from his position and sprinted to the entrance reaching it before the adults opening the door to meet Mr. Gold of all people!
The older man could hardly contain a look of shock that sprouted on his face as he looked longingly into the piercing cerulean blue eyes of the young lad in front of him.
Before remembering why he'd come to the apartment.
Forcing his sight to reluctantly leave the child, he eyed the first adult he saw.
"Miss Blanchard, is Miss Swan here?"
Wordlessly Emma came over into the doorframe as Mary Margaret retreated taking the children with her to wash up in the bathroom.