A/N: Wow, that last chapter took a while to write, considering I can't write M rated that well as others can. Thank you to those who helped me decide how to publish that. I know I rated this fanfiction T, but it would only be that scene that was M rated, and plus, someone told me they would rather prefer T rated more than M rated, so that is why I did that. Also in my profile bio, I said I cannot write M rated, but I guess I can! Hm.

And I am SO sorry about the delay in updating! I had a phase of Writer's Block, and I finished the chapter at where it's finished now and will continue that scene in the next chapter because I think you deserve to finally read this chapter! Also, has any other Snowing fans (besides me) noticed many fanfictions taking too long to update?! I HATE when that happens, so here you are! Reviews are very much appreciated! Thanks!

Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon a Time or any of the characters in it.

Henry.

How is Henry? What is he doing right now? Where is he at this moment?

Henry.

"Henry!" Emma suddenly shot up from the bed, woken up from her nightmare. She looked all around her, trying to figure out where she was. Small bedroom, sunlight shining in her eyes from the window, comfortable bed, lit candle beside her, and-

"David-?" Emma sleepily said to the man wearing an old robe, standing against the doorframe, watching her. He was holding a match.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," He smiled, once he saw she was awake. "Having bad dreams?"

David sat on the edge of her bed. Emma fully sat up in bed and finally realized where she was. She wasn't in Storybrooke. She wasn't even in Maine. No, she is at David's old home, way in another land. The Enchanted Forest. A land she used to think of something impossible; the land where she is actually from.

"Yeah, I think so. I think I forgot all of it now," She rubbed the sleepy out of her eyes. Then she looked over to the small table next to the bed. "What's the candle for?"

David looked over at the candle, then back at Emma. "Well, I heard you mumbling in your sleep from the living room, so I came to check on you. You started flipping over a lot and started mumbling 'Henry', so I assumed you were having nightmares."

"I was…" Emma sleepily mumbled, still confused why David just lit the candle beside her bed right before she woke up.

"Back all those years ago in the castle," David smiled at the memory. "When your mother was pregnant with you, she worried about the curse and what it would do to you and us, and she would always start screaming in the middle of the night, so I lit a candle right beside her. It would always take the bad dreams away."

"And it worked?" Emma questioned. David nodded.

"Well… thank you," Emma smiled. "It did kind of work. And I'm not surprised you heard me mumbling in my sleep all the way from the living room, because I now know these walls are definitely not soundproof." Emma gave David a look.

It took him a few seconds too long to realize what she just said.

"You… you heard that? Last night?" David started looking everywhere else but Emma, not interested in feeling comfortable making eye contact with his own daughter during this particular conversation.

"Yup." She said, straight to the point.

David decided to change the subject before things got more awkward. He looked back at Emma. "Well… this morning, I went to look for other trees and bushes for food that you might like, and I actually found an orange tree I never knew about. There's some, well, not-so-good homemade orange juice in the kitchen, along with some newly picked berries. They're the ones you like."

Emma smiled. "Thank you." She pulled the covers off of her and got up, stretching. David stood up and blew out the candle beside her bed, then left.

Emma walked out into the living room a few minutes later and found the basket of berries and a pitcher of orange juice on the coffee table. She turned around and found David and Snow in a corner in the kitchen, standing closely in front of each other, whispering. Snow was running her hand over his chest, even though he still had on his robe. Snow was still dressed in her clothes she came with. They both obviously didn't notice Emma standing in the living room, them being so lost into each other's eyes.

Emma rolled her eyes as she turned her attention from her parents back to the berries and sat down on the couch. When she opened the lid of the picnic basket, she found berries, grapes, and… oranges!

She looked back up into the kitchen, about to thank them for getting enough oranges to drink and eat as well, but she decided not to interrupt when she saw Snow and David pecking each other's mouths with small kisses, one after the other. With Snow smiling, Emma decided she would just wait, so she turned back to the food and grabbed the orange, starting to peel it.

After eventually getting the orange peeled and opened a few minutes later, Snow and David walked into the living room and sat on the couch next to Emma.

"Good morning Emma," Snow smiled.

"Morning," Emma replied, taking a slice of orange and eating it. It was surprisingly good, coming from the forest. "This is good… Thanks, David, for getting an extra one for me."

He chuckled. "I knew you would want something else besides the usual berries."

Emma nodded, agreeing. Then she noticed the orange juice. "Are there any glasses or… something?"

David got up from the couch and went into the kitchen, opening old cupboards that squeak as if they haven't been opened in 28 years. He found several dusty metal cups on a shelf and took down three, then closed the cabinets. Before he made his way back over to the couch, David quickly slipped out through the front door and washed the cups from the dust with the hose, and then went back inside.

"I'm not sure it's the best orange juice you've ever tasted," David said, bringing the cups over to them, handing one to Emma and one to Snow. He sat down next to Snow. "But at least it's juice."

Snow picked up the pitcher and poured Emma's cup first, just a little, and poured David's next, and then hers last. She held up her cup before taking a drink out of it, causing the rest to raise theirs up with her in a toast.

"Here's to how far we've made it since we got back to the Enchanted Forest!" They clinked cups and all three drank their juice.

Emma prepared herself for the sour taste, but it never came. It was actually pretty good.

"Not bad," Emma said, observing the juice. David grinned, taking another big gulp until his cup was empty.

"Thank you," David then looked over at Snow. "How is it?"

"Interesting," She set her cup down on the table in front of them. "But it's good."

After the three finished the berries and fruits and juice, they just sat there, not knowing what to do next. David spoke up.

"I believe it's a half a day's time to the castle from here. If we hit the road now, we'll probably make it before it gets dark. Emma slept a little later than planned."

Emma looked across Snow over at David. "What time do you think I woke up?"

"Eleven or twelve-ish," David replied, standing up. "We all need showers before we go, however, so who wants to take the hose first?"

"What?!" Emma exclaimed. "Do I really have to go outside where all the nature can see me naked and take a shower with only a hose and no covering?!"

"Emma," David said calmly, sitting back down, seeing this going into a long conversation. "I always used to clip up blankets around on the clothesline so no one could see, but since we're pretty much the only ones in the Enchanted Forest here in this area, I don't think it would matter. Snow and I would stay inside so you could have your privacy. But no matter what, we all need some sort of shower before we leave."

Emma groaned, "Still, it's just… I mean, you're outside, wearing NOTHING. It doesn't matter if you're protected by hanging blankets or even invisible, it's still just weird."

David chuckled at her comment. "Well it's either that or smelling like a skunk the whole time we're here, because I don't know when we're going back to Storybrooke."

Emma sighed, "Fine. But I'm not the one who goes first," then she caught Snow and David next to each other, looking at each other and communicating with their eyes. "And you both are taking separate hose showers. I heard you both last night, and I do not want a repeat of that."

Snow's face went from white as snow to red as an apple and looked down, not wanting to talk to her daughter about her mother and father's sex life. David fidgeted with his fingers, also looking down. Then he looked back up.

"I'll take the hose first. And Emma," He stood back up and looked at her. "I'll warn you if there are any Daddy Longlegs left, but I doubt they're still there."

"Thank you," Emma replied sincerely. David turned around and walked into the hallway, getting several blankets and his clothes from the last few days. He was still in his robe.

Emma looked at Snow, who was sitting beside her. "Am I being too childish?"

Snow laughed. "No, you aren't being childish. We don't expect you to adapt to all of this immediately."

Emma smiled. She never really expected to grow a little closer to Mary Margaret than she expected. She still didn't want to be really close to her, since that would mean opening up and taking her walls down. It was just… weird to know someone so personal to call them "Mom" or "Dad". She wasn't feeling it yet. She wanted to, but she just wasn't. It was hard to explain.

David walked out of the hall and towards the front door. Right before opening the front door, he turned towards the girls sitting on the couch. "I'll be done in less than two minutes, so don't have a party without me." And he left.

Henry rested his face in one hand and slowly stirred his homemade chicken noodle soup with the other, his thoughts clearly somewhere else than there. His face looked gloomy and tired as he was sitting on one of the stools at the counter of the crowded diner. Suddenly, he felt a hand land calmly on his shoulder that woke him from his daze. He turned around and saw that it was only Granny, checking on him.

"You miss them, don't you?" She asked.

"Of course I do," Henry mumbled, facing his soup again. What kind of question is that? He definitely misses them more than anything. And what is not fair at all is that his own mother, who was formerly a non-believer not even a week ago, is now probably having a swordfight with Prince Charming, or aiming bow-and-arrows with Snow White. She is probably having the time of her life spending the time she has with her parents finally finding them after all, riding horses through the castle gates at noon and beating her parents to the "finish line" for lunch. Nice meals in a huge dining room in the castle, nice soft beds made for kings and queens, and being the princess she never got to be. Of course he was happy for her, but he just wished he were there with them.

"You know, Henry," Granny went around and behind the counter, facing him. "They will come back, you know."

"I know they will," Henry looked up from his soup. "I have faith in them. I know that land still exists."

Granny smiled at his grandfather's faith in him. Even though his family is trapped in a world where no one knows still exists, he knows it does. He knows his mom and grandparents are alive, because he has his grandfather's faith.

"I know they will come back," Granny encouraged. "Trust me, if it's your grandparents we're talking about, they will always find their way back."

Henry nodded with a big grin. It was so cool that he was talking to Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother, who also knew Snow White very well as if she was her grandmother also.

Granny winked at Henry and went back to work. As she slipped through the kitchen door to give the cooks the order she was holding, a wide grin grew on Henry's face. Emma, Snow White and Prince Charming were alive!

"Emma, I promise you, there is no one around here besides Snow and me."

She wouldn't budge.

David has been standing up in front of the couch after Snow got her hose-shower for at least ten minutes, trying to persuade Emma to take a hose-shower. Emma and Snow were sitting on the couch, and Emma still wasn't liking the idea of showering outside in the middle of the day with nothing on. It wasn't even a bathing suit shower!

"Well, I guess I'm not taking a shower then, am I?" Emma backtalked. Snow looked up at the pain growing on David's face.

So, this is what Snow meant when she told me she wasn't ready to be a mother, David thought. He looked back at Snow, who was sitting next to Emma. He needed help. He didn't know what to do either.

"Emma," Snow turned to her calmly. "There are blankets hanging on ropes and wires and clotheslines outside all around the hose area. No one will see you, not even us."

Emma rolled her eyes. Her parents would not let her go without going through this torture, would they?

"Well," Emma thought of an excuse. "What's the point in taking a shower if we're just going to go right back out for a whole other day? And plus, we get right back in our dirty clothes anyway, right?"

David sighed. It was probably going to be a long time before they start heading towards the castle again. "Right, yes, you have a point there, but just please take a shower!"

"David, I am a 28 year old grown woman! You can't tell me what to do!" Emma snapped. "In fact, you didn't even raise me! You are only my parents because I'm related to you, but neither of you have ever taken care of me, so you have no control over what I do! I make my own choices, not my parents who gave me up just for some stupid curse! Actually, I don't even think of either one of you as my parents!"

Snow's eyes widened. Emma finally realized what just came out of her mouth, but before she could take it back, David opened his mouth.

"Fine! Don't take a shower! You're right; who am I to tell my 28 year old daughter what to do!?"

That was the first time he had ever addressed Emma as his very own daughter. It got to Emma deep inside, but she didn't want it to be this way. Besides, their first fight between father and daughter was over a pretty stupid topic.

She stood up and pushed past David and out the front door, leaving Snow and David in the living room staring at each other.

"Charming," Snow started, looking up into his eyes. "Was that our very first fight with our daughter?"

David nodded, sitting down on the couch next to Snow. She grabbed his hands and turned to him. "Hey, you did the right thing. It's what all parents do, right?"

"I- I guess so..." David said. He watched tears form in Snow's eyes right in front of him. Then she fell apart, leaning into David's chest.

"Oh, who am I kidding!? Charming..." Snow sobbed.

"Shh..." David soothed, though feeling his own eyes watering.

"She doubted us," Snow whispered into his chest, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Emma... she doubts us... she- she blames us for not being there for- for her..."

"Shh..."

"She said we weren't her parents..."

"Snow, it's alright," He picked her head up from his chest and looked into her tear-filled eyes. "She probably didn't even mean it out of the anger that suddenly busted out. It's my fault for making her do something she's not comfortable with, and she just now found out we are her mother and father."

"Charming-" Snow started, but David leaned in and kissed her lovingly, putting all his care into it. She melted into his arms, kissing him back with passion.

"I love you," David murmured against her lips.

Snow smiled against his, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I love you too, Charming."

She just loves how Charming can make her happy again with just a touch of his lips onto hers.

A/N: I am so sorry I had to put you Charming Family shippers through this, but TRUST ME, it WILL get better! Don't give up! They will be a true family eventually, but who said there were bright, colorful rainbows without a little dark, grey thunderstorm? Reviews, PMs, and questions are ALWAYS 27/4 appreciated!