NOTE: NEAL IS NOT BAELFIRE IN THIS STORY. THIS WILL NOT BE CHANGING (because I still hate that it's true).

A.P.O.V

August grunted, holding onto his foot as he shot out of his sleep. What the hell was going on? She couldn't be… could she?

Gulping tensely, August moved the covers off his legs, and stared.

No.

Why the hell was she in Storybrooke already? How could this have happened? This wasn't supposed to happen for another ten years. He was supposed to have more time in this world before he went back to the damn wooden state. He hadn't been a good boy.

The Blue Fairy and his father were going to kill him when they found out what happened.

E.P.O.V

She wasn't sure how long she'd been asleep, but she knew it had to be at least mid-day by the time she woke up. It was a Saturday, she knew that much. Yawning a little, she sat up in bed, looking around the stark hospital room. She hated these places… not that she'd ever spent much time in the hospital, but even doctor's offices were the same.

She looked over at the crib, where David was just beginning to stir. "Well kid," she said, slowly standing up. "Looks like it's just you and I for now."

David let out some sort of noise, and Emma chuckled as she lifted him into her arms. "You know, it's funny kid. I never thought I would want to do something like this. Settle down and have a family…"

The boy stared up at her with wide eyes, but he seemed comfortable in her arms, and Emma smiled, sitting down on the bed again.

A knock at her door forced the woman to look up, and her eyes found a dark haired woman standing in the doorway.

The strange woman seemed familiar to her, and Emma simply stared at her, tense, until she spoke.

"Good morning Mrs. Swan-Cassidy," she said with a smile. "I brought your breakfast… or, rather, lunch."

Lunch. So it was afternoon. Emma nodded stiffly. "Are you… a nurse or something?" she asked.

The woman shook her head. "No… I'm just a volunteer. I'm a teacher."

"Oh," Emma said, taking the tray the woman had, as she laid David back in his crib. "My name's Emma, by the way. You don't have to call me by my last name." She was still young – having anyone (especially a woman that looked a bit older than her) call her by 'Mrs. Swan-Cassidy' made her feel weird, and old. She didn't like that.

The woman smiled. "Nice to meet you Emma. I'm Mary-Margaret."

As Emma got a closer look at the woman, she was startled to see that their chins were nearly the same. The woman though, looked kind, like someone she hoped to see in a hospital.

"I-it's nice to meet you too Mary-Margaret," Emma said, a little shy for some reason. "So. Teacher, huh? What grade? You know, if you're allowed to sit and talk with me."

Mary-Margaret smiled a little. "Actually, my shift is nearly over so… I'll be back soon, if you can wait that long?"

Emma nodded. "Not like I'm going anywhere until the doctors allow me to be released."

What the hell was going on with her? Why was she so interested in talking to this woman? Why did she feel so drawn to her, or this town in general?

Mary-Margaret left the room, and a doctor walked in with a nurse – the same doctor from the previous night. Did this guy get any sleep?

"Nice to see you're awake," he said, smiling. "How are you feeling? Any severe pain?"

Emma shook her head as the nurse took her vitals and checked over David. "I'm sore, but I'm assuming that's normal… nothing terrible though." She'd had worse.

"Good, excellent," he said, looking at her charts. "Everything is looking good."

Emma smiled, relieved. She didn't want anything to go wrong.

Doctor Whale and the nurse gave her some information on things she didn't have, and helped her as she fed David for the first time. It was strange, the first time, but she felt so close to David, and she smiled. This was what a mother-child relationship felt like. Happy, normal… and just blissful. Like her relationship with Neal.

"So… am I free to go?" she asked, somewhat disappointed that Mary-Margaret wouldn't be able to speak with her.

There was something weird going on with her.

Doctor Whale nodded, before following the nurse to the door. "Yes, as soon as your husband gets here. Congratulations again."

With that, he was gone.

Emma smiled down at David, who stared up at her once again. "Can't believe you managed to convince me that living here would be better than living in Tallahassee." Then again, a small town like Storybrooke was much safer than a large city. "Kid, you're crazy, you know that?" she said with a chuckle as David squirmed a little, trying to get comfortable again. Emma adjusted him, shifting him around, and he settled, going back to the wide-eyed stare that already had her captivated.

Neal walked in soon after, smiling. "Hey," he said. "You ready to get out of here?"

Emma nodded. "Beyond ready."

Neal laughed, taking David from her arms so she could stand, and she looked up at him, slightly confused.

"So," she said. "Where do we go from here. Normal parents take their child to their home, where they have a nursery set up and everything…" They had none of that, and it would take days for their things to get to Storybrooke.

"Granny said we could stay at the inn for a week while we wait for our things and get everything set up," Neal said. "She has a crib set up for guests that say with young children, and I can take you to the store to get him what he'll need for the week, or I'll run and get it if you're too tired…"

"Everything is falling into place so quickly," Emma said, getting a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. "So what's going to happen that tears us apart?" She knew things didn't last forever, and she knew all good things came to an end. Something was bound to happen to them.

Neal took her hand, carefully cradling Henry with his other arm. "Whatever happens, I'll stay here by your side, and we can get through it. We've done it before, and we'll do it again."

"It's not about just you and I though anymore Neal."

"I know."

He wheeled her out of the hospital, helping her into the car, the car seat for David having been set up weeks ago in case she went into labor at any moment. After she made sure he was secure in it with the help of a nurse, Neal drove her back to Granny's.

She was quiet, looking out the window as she watched the scenery go by.

"Are you alright?" Neal asked, a question she barely heard.

She nodded. "I just… there's something strange about this town. I know we haven't been here long but… I don't know. It's just a weird feeling."

N.P.O.V

A weird feeling. Oh how right she was. But he knew now wasn't the time to tell her… he had no proof. While Emma wasn't exactly a hard-ass, she would never believe that she was the daughter of two fairytale characters, destined to break a curse and save her parents.

The same parents she currently believed threw her out like trash.

"Well…" he said carefully. "You are more special than you know, Emma. You'll find out one day… but not yet. You are meant for amazing things."

He saw Emma look at him, and he smiled at her. "Will you trust me?"

She looked confused, her face torn, but she nodded. "I trust you."

Neal smiled, secrets dancing in his eyes, he could tell. "Good. I promise, you won't be disappointed."

He just hoped she would understand Snow White and Prince Charming putting her in the wardrobe.