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When she opens her eyes, it is to Killian's extremely soft smile right before her. She looks him over, noticing that the kohl around his eyes is slightly thicker than a minute ago, and sees that he is in his pirate garb; something Emma will easily admit that she has missed. She looks back up to his eyes and is slightly taken aback by the volume and complexity of emotions she sees there.

"What?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

Killian gestures with his eyes for her to look down and when she does, a smile immediately appears on her lips. It would be impossible for her to not instantly recognise the dress from their blast in the past. Her baby blanket remains against her chest as she looks down at the full and layered skirt. She can feel the lack of hair around her shoulders and she reaches up with a hand, feeling her hair in the simplistic bun and addition of tiara there too; tendrils of curled hair framing her face.

"You look beautiful." Killian says and Emma automatically blushes as if she is hearing the words for the first time.

"Thank you." she whispers back before looking over at her family.

She spots Regina first, standing in a blood red gown, similar to the one she wore in Camelot, and a braid thrown over her shoulder - the length of her hair increased slightly but not as much as the Evil Queen wore hers. Robin stands beside her, dressed in the clothes from the Wish Realm that he had donned for the journey, Robyn in his arms wrapped in her pink blanket and Zelena next to him dressed in a simple pale blue gown, her gaze soft as she looks at her daughter.

Emma's eyes drift over again and land on her parents. Her father is dressed regally as if attending a ball, reminding her of Killian's outfit at Midas' ball. Her mother's look shocks Emma slightly - in a good way. She is dressed in a gown of pure white and her hair once again long; tendrils of hair from the front pulled back to rest at the back of her head and daises woven into it.

Henry walks up to Emma and she has a moment to take in his outfit, very similar to her father's, before he brings her into a hug. She presses a kiss to the side of his head and releases her hold slightly so he can draw back.

"Welcome home, Mum." Henry says and Emma smiles widely.

"Thank you, Henry." she replies and squeezes her arms around her son before dropping them completely.

She turns ever so slightly to be face to face with Killian once again and immediately moves back to him. Her hand raises to his cheek, her left remaining firm to her chest to keep her blanket pressed there. Killian's arms go around her waist, holding her against him as their bodies reduce the space between them until their fronts are pressed together and their foreheads are connected.

They sway ever so slightly on the spot, soaking in each other's presence. Emma rubs her nose along his, breathing out a laugh as he steals a kiss from her, then another.

"Come on." Emma says, pulling back reluctantly a moment later. "We have a lot to do."

Killian nods and reaches down to entwine their fingers to stay connected as they walk over to Snow, David and Belle who is still holding Neal; taking comfort from the young boy.

"Everything is so different from how it was when we came here a few years ago." Snow says, looking up at the castle around them. "I did have a look inside too and everything is how it should have been - or, at least, how I pictured it. I almost went up to the nursery but didn't want to leave you all for too long."

Emma recalls how in the Wish Realm, her bedroom was the room beside the nursery - Henry having used the room himself as a babe. She also remembers the way as if it were the back of her hand.

With a wave of her hand, all of the belongings from the house in Storybrooke disappear and are sent to her room in the castle. Gripping Killian's hand tighter, Emma shoots a smile to her parents and Henry with Regina and pulls the pirate along behind her. Killian does not question her, instead following in curiosity. The Dwarfs are standing in front of the grand doors and open them with a flourished bow.

A low whistle comes from Killian as he takes in the size of the castle and continues being led by Emma, deeper into the belly of the grand walls. They move up a few flights of stairs and along a large corridor before they finally stop in front of a simple wooden door.

Emma increases her grip on her baby blanket and drops Killian's hand. He remains silent and watches as Emma opens the door. She walks inside slowly and he follow, continuing to be a reassuring and supportive presence.

"This would have been my nursery." Emma says quietly, stopping beside her cot and placing her hand on the edge. "In the Wish Realm, my mother would tell me of my fascination over the glass unicorns that always hung above me." A slight laugh escapes her. "Princess Emma never understood it until she saw her little baby Henry laying with wonder in his eyes as they moved in the wind."

Killian places his arm around Emma's shoulders and presses a kiss to the side of her head.

"It's alright, Swan." he says softly. "You never know. One day, you may see that wonder in babe's eyes again..."

Emma looks up at Killian, seeing the embarrassed flush on his cheeks and a hopeful glint in his eyes. She waits for the inevitable panic that is sure to set in and cause her to run; just as it always has...

But it doesn't.

"One day." she says back, her voice almost non-existent.

Killian leans down and presses a gentle kiss to her lips, keeping it light and as a promise for the future.

"So," Killian says, his gaze going around the room. "where is our new room?"

Emma smiles, taking Killian's hand again once he removes it from her shoulders. She glances at the glass unicorns, the ones she knows were in Storybrooke before now, and then turns to leave the room.

They walk all of seven paces from the nursery door to their bedroom door. She pushes on the wood and they walk straight in, causing them to trip over the boxes of their belongings and making them laugh. Emma clicks her fingers and the boxes move to the side of the large four-poster bed where they are out of the way for now; ready to be unpacked soon.

"Now that is a stunning view of the sea." Killian mumbles, awe in his tone.

Emma slowly walks to the balcony doors before opening them and stepping out. The sun makes the rippling surface of the sea glitter as if every droplet of water is a shiny, precious jewel.

"Who needs the docks of Storybrooke when you could just stay in our bedroom and have the horizon a mere step away; right in front of us." Emma says aloud, mainly to herself but a soft snort from Killian confirms that he heard her.

Coming up behind her, Killian's arms wrap around her waist gently, mindful of her still healing wounds, and his chin rests on her shoulder. Emma smiles as she feels his breath fanning over her skin. Her free hand moves to his arm to keep him against her and she relaxes back into its chest.

"Everything is so similar to the Wish Realm." Emma says. "I can't help but wonder if some of the magic from the portal helped to renovate the land, so to speak. The castle, the land, this room is all the same."

Killian presses a kiss to the side of her neck, upon her steady pulse, before dropping another just under her ear.

"Well, regardless of what this realm is similar to," Killian mumbles into her skin. "you are home and I have much planned to help you settle in."

"Do you now?" Emma questions, an easy grin forming. "Can I know the many things that you have planned to do?"

Killian chuckles into the crook of Emma's neck. "In good time, my love."

Emma pouts, leaning her head against his. "Tease."

"I can be more than that, Swan." he says, his voice full of promise; promises that she wishes the pair of them could fulfil right this second.

Emma groans and giggles when Killian presses his face fully into her neck, making them sway side to side suddenly. Her hand rises from his arm to his head, fingers threading through his hair in gentle strokes.

A knock at the door a few minutes later draws them from their content moment alone. They turn away from the view and to the door where Henry is walking in the room. Behind him Regina, Robin, Zelena with baby Robyn and her parents with her brother walk in.

"Wow, Mum." Henry says, looking around the room before his eyes stop on the view out of the window. He whistles, impressed and looks at Emma with a smile. "I can't wait to find a room of my own. This castle is incredible!"

Emma smiles at her son. She quickly presses a kiss to Killian's cheek and goes over to Henry, placing her hand on his shoulder. She then guides him out of the room and down the corridor.

"Where are we going?" he asks as they come to a stop in front of a large wooden door. Henry looks at Emma questioningly.

"Open it." she says simply.

Henry pushes the door open and walks in. His face lights up with a smile.

"This was your room in the Wish Realm." Emma says, watching as Henry scans the interior of the room. She can see plans already forming in his head.

"I love it!" Henry says, turning to face Emma and then noticing that everyone else has joined them as well. "Plenty of space to move around and put up plenty of book cases. Does the castle have a good library?"

Emma nods. "I can see you spending a lot of time in there for sure."

Henry laughs and moves into the room more, soaking it in. Emma turns around and frowns as Regina and her father, who is holding Neal, frown at the open door; or, more like out of it.

"What's wrong?" she asks Regina who turns back to face her.

The Queen moves forwards, making sure not to worry Henry. "Snow walked out and headed back down the corridor quite suddenly."

Emma frowns more, knowing that her mother never behaves in that way. As she moves past her father, she places a reassuring hand on his arm and David gives her a grateful nod of his head. She moves out into the corridor and sees her mother walking in the nursery.

She looks down at her baby blanket and feels a pang of the pain that her mother must be feeling. She follows Snow, stopping silently in the doorway. Her mother is standing in front of the crib, one of the dainty blue glass unicorns cupped in her palm. Both are silent until a heavy and stomach dropping sob is released.

"Oh, Mum." Emma breathes out and quickly moves forwards.

She brings Snow in for a strong embrace to which her mother accepts gratefully but pulls back after a matter of moments, rubbing her face.

"What's wrong, Mum?" Emma asks.

Snow sighs, eyes drifting back to the glass unicorns. "This is the life that I always wanted for you. To watch you sleeping peacefully in my arms or in this crib. To dress you in beautiful dresses. To teach you how to shoot. Soothe you through teething and rock or hold you back to sleep after a nightmare."

"I know how you feel, Mum." Emma says, pressing her blanket to her chest more. "Bit I suppose having so-called memories of such things is worse."

Snow reaches out to cup Emma's cheek. "It's okay, baby." she whispers.

Emma nods slightly. "You can have those memories with Neal now. Who knows what the future may hold."

Snow swipes her thumb over Emma's cheek. "Your father and I have decided to make a new nursery for Neal. This will always be yours and for if you decide in the future to expand your little family."

"Are you sure?"

Snow nods. "We are making a fresh start."

Emma smiles. "We're home now and should look to the future whilst embracing the past."

Her mother blinks in surprise. "You sound like me." she says, pride in her voice.

Emma shrugs. "I suppose that I have no need for my walls anymore - not now that I am with my family, friends and the man that I love."

Snow smiles widely, happy tears in the corner of her eyes. Emma smiles too, feeling happiness swelling in her chest. She once again looks down at her blanket, pulling it away from her body.

"You should have this, Mum." Emma says, her voice quiet as she holds out the blanket.

"No, baby," Snow says, pushing Emma's hands back gently. "I want you to keep it. It is the first thing I gave you and I will always cherish the sight of you wrapped in this blanket when I held you for the first time. Seeing you so grown up, so stunningly beautiful and still finding comfort in something like your baby blanket is more than enough for me."

Emma smiles and brings the fabric back to her chest. "I might have to give it to you for a few days every so often so it will still smell like you and Dad."

Snow smiles even wider, breathing out a laugh. "Of course, sweetheart." she says and looks around the room and then out into the corridor. "Come on. We have much to sort out."

Emma nods but doesn't move immediately. "Are you sure that you are alright?"

Snow grabs Emma's hand and begins to pull her out of the room. "I am and I promise you that from now there will be no more sorrow, only happiness for all of us."

Emma allows her mother to pull her out of the nursery and back to the others. She silently agrees to Snow's words, allowing their new beginning to start.

'No more sorrow...'

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