"What do you want?" Neal couldn't help but growl out the question.

"How are you here?" his father practically breathed his question out.

"I'm married to Emma," he knew that wasn't the answer that his father wanted but he couldn't help it. "I wasn't going to leave her even if I knew about the curse."

"Does she know?"

"Of course not, Emma's far too skeptical to believe in fairy tales and magic," Neal rolled his eyes, he could just imagine how that conversation with Emma would go - he wouldn't be surprised if it ended up with him in a mental institute. "Now, I have a question for you - how does Emma break the curse?"

"I afraid, that's a question I don't know the answer to," Rumpelstiltskin replied sounding far more casual than he was feeling inside - his son was here, in his shop, had been for almost a month now without Gold knowing he had many questions.

"I need to get back to Emma," Baelfire muttered, looking at him awkwardly. "You said, she-"

"Ah yes," Rumpelstiltskin was sorry that his son was so eager to get away from him but if Bae was feeling anything like him at the moment, he'd need a while to re-collect his thoughts. "Something about watches, I believe."

The horror that coated his son's face was worrying to say the least. Baelfire swore under him breath and began gathering his coat and gloves.

"Bae, what is it?" Rumpelstiltskin asked, worrying as he watched his son's flurry of movement.

"Er," Bae stopped and scratched his head awkwardly. "I may have stolen a few watches around 10 years ago and had to do a bit of time for it..."

"Regina," Rumpelstiltskin hissed, knowing instantly that the woman was behind his son's crime resurfacing. "You go back to ... to your Emma." (his son was already walking toward the door) "Son! You'll come back tomorrow?"

Baelfire shrugged at him, "well, I need money so I guess I don't have a choice in the matter."

As the bell dinged as the door shut, Rumpelstiltskin could help but feel satisfied - angry and distant his son my be, but he was still there and was going to come back. However, first he had to deal with Regina without letting her know his memories had resurfaced.

Neal hurried back to the inn as quickly as possible but was stopped at the front desk by an apologetic looking Granny with an angry Red a few steps behind her.

"I'm sorry, Neal, we have a no felonies rule," Granny told him quietly and Neal nodded, feeling anger bubble in his veins more at himself than anyone. "I'm going to need your keys and you can stay tonight but that's it."

"Let me guess," Neal heard Emma's voice float down from the stairs, the twins practically attached to her legs. "Mayor Mills just called to remind you."

Granny sent them both and apologetic smile and disappeared back into the office, dragging Red with her.

"Emma," Neal softly said her name, walking towards her and wrapping her in a tight hug. "I'm sorry, are you alright?"

"Yeah, of course, I'm fine," she squeezed him tightly once and let go, searching his eyes. "Gold told you."

Neal's jaw clenched together, "yeah, how'd that meeting come about?"

Emma picked up Lacey and began walking back to the room leaving Neal to follow with Logan. They put them both to bed and made sure Henry and Aprielle were suitably distracted before she even spoke to him again.

"There were loads of people questioning me and they didn't go when I asked so Gold took charge, sent them away and then questioned if I was okay," Emma brushed over it quickly but she smirked. "Apparently you talk about me at work"

Neal groaned as her eyes twinkled with mischief but also thinking how much he'd told his father about his wife and their past - he hadn't really thought of it, since Gold couldn't connect himself and Baelfire together at the time.

Emma didn't continue teasing him however and the glint faded along with her smirk - he instantly wanted it back.

"Neal, what are we going to do?" It was nice being called Neal again after his dad calling him Bae.

"I don't know, Ems," he replied heavily - they needed somewhere to stay but he knew there were very few homes for sale and none that could move into tomorrow. "But we'll figure something out, we always do."

This elicited a small smile from his wife and his kissed her temple softly, wrapping an arm around her.

The next day Neal went back into work to find his father sitting waiting for him - he resisted the urge to grown, we wasn't in the mood for this.

"How's the saviour?" was the first thing out of Rumpelstiltskin's mouth and Neal shot him a dark glare.

"Emma," he growled. "Her name's Emma, she is so much more than just the saviour of this curse. As my father, I'd really appreciate if you could view my wife as a person not just a pawn in one of your plans, she is you're daughter-in-law after all and the mother of your grandchildren."

"Good morning," Rumpelstiltskin wasn't surprised at his son's bad mood this morning - he knew the policy of the inn, the stress that would put on the large family, not to mention Baelfire always seemed angry around him. His morning was met with a simple grunt. "Could I be of assistance?"

"Really?" Neal span around to look at him. "All these years and now you want to help - you know what really would have helped? You coming through that portal with me!

Rumpelstiltskin blanched - he knew this would come up, sooner rather than later but he had never expected it to be this morning.

"You let me go! You let me enter a world I knew nothing about, alone and parentless!" He was getting angry now and very irate, his fingers itching to throw something. "How could break a promise, how could you go back on our deal?"

SMASH

He'd finally thrown something.