Epilogue- The Spell is Broken

Mary Margaret and David kept their noise to a minimum the next morning. Mary Margaret was always the first one up, that hadn't changed so it didn't surprise Emma when she saw her mother standing behind the kitchen counter.

"You look well rested," Mary Margaret said to her daughter.

Emma smiled. "For once," she replied walking toward the counter.

Neal came out of Emma's room shortly after. David and Mary Margaret looked at each other and then toward their daughter.

"The spell," said Mary Margaret unsure of how to take the conversation, "You didn't- please tell me you didn't have to break it by…"

Emma looked over at Neal quickly and then toward her parents, her face cringing, "Oh god no, nothing like that."

Mary Margaret handed Emma a cup of cocoa, "You're sure," she asked.

Emma tried not to laugh, "I remember how it works so yeah I'm pretty sure."

David tried to keep a straight face. "So how did you break the spell?" he asked as he handed Neal a cup of coffee.

Emma shrugged, "I just had a few things that were left unsaid."

Emma left it at that and the four of them continued on in silence.

By 7:30, Henry had come downstairs. Air caught in Emma's throat as she saw him. After last night it seemed as if she were once again seeing her son for the very first time.

"Hey Henry," Emma said breaking the silence in the room.

"Morning," Henry replied. He looked over and saw Neal sitting at the table across from his mom. "When did you get here?"

Neal looked at Emma and she nodded to him, "I stayed actually."

"Right," said Henry, "because of the spell. You two can't be apart."

"Well," said Emma bringing a plate of pancakes and a cup of cocoa to Henry as he sat at the table next to his father. "We can now. We talked things out and the spell finally broke."

"Awesome, so what was it like, being stuck together like that I mean?"

Emma laughed a little. Of course Henry would find it amusing.

"Irritating," Emma replied.

"You're mom's a tough woman to talk to sometimes," Neal said to Henry.

Henry shrugged, "With some people. She was mad at you for a long time though."

"Yeah kid, I know."

Henry looked over at Emma, "So is that over now? Now that the spell is broken, are you still mad at Neal?"

Emma looked at Neal sincerely. "Not as much as I used to be. I'm working on it."

Henry smiled as did Neal.

David and Mary Margaret watched as this scene unfolded. David had not been fond of Neal when he found out about him and the pain he had put his daughter through. It had taken all of his strength not to punch the guy in the face any time he saw him.

Mary Margaret and Henry had been the ones to keep his reactions at bay. They had believed that Neal was Emma's true love. That didn't sit too well with him though, or even with Mary Margaret considering the little detail they had found out a day ago, about Neal actually being Gold's long lost son.

They still had yet to talk about that. David knew that there would be time for that late but by what he had seen, Neal wasn't fond of either Gold or of magic in general so maybe in that sense he wasn't his father's son.

David had seen in the little things how Neal had waited for Emma, how despite him reciprocating when Emma argued, that he took it in stride since he understood that Emma had every reason for being hostile towards him. If David didn't know true love, and he did, he could see that Neal loved his daughter but wouldn't act on those feelings until Emma was ready and so for that he could respect the man.

The family of five continued on their short morning, eating breakfast and Henry listening to some stories Neal told. Everyone was grateful that Henry never asked about Neal's father.

After cleaning up the table, David tapped Henry's shoulder.

"Okay kid, time to hit the stables."

Henry looked up at his grandpa, "Do you think I can ride today?"

"That all depends on your steed. First you've got to clean him and then we'll see. You can't rush the process, you can't make the first move, you have to wait for them to be ready."

"But what if he's never ready," Henry said sounding disappointed.

"He will be, you've just got to be patient and let him come to you."

All the while as David said these words, he was looking at Neal so Neal understood that the words were not just for his son but for him as well. Neal was grateful. David hadn't exactly been the most welcoming. Not that he could blame him, as Emma's father he had every right to hate him but at least now small branches were being made.

Neal nodded confirming to David that he had received his message.

Emma walked over to her son, "Hey kid, come here," she said to him taking him in for a hug.

Emma held Henry for a moment, placing her chin on his head. He was growing up so quickly.

"I love you Henry, more than anything, more than you know," she said tightening her grip on him slightly.

Henry looked up at his mom, "I love you too."

Emma smiled down at him and released her boy. "Now go on, get out of here."

Henry smiled one last time before turning to Neal, "Are you going to be here?"

Neal took a deep breath and looked at Emma, "I'm not sure Henry. I think that's up to your mom."

Emma looked at Neal and at Henry. "Yeah kid," she said, "he'll be around."

Neal smiled at Emma.

David opened the door and he and Henry made their way out, Henry feeling satisfied that even though the spell had broken it had also brought his parents together in a way that he hadn't seen before. He was looking forward to not having just his mom but his dad too.