A.N: Sorry for the delay folks, I've been busy busy busy working on various little things this weekend. Anyway, here is the new chapter. Sorry it's short but I'm aiming to have the next one up tomorrow or Tuesday :)

If you like a bit of SwanQueen, feel free to check out my new fic, 'True Love Never Really Leaves.' It's a very different style from this story but I hope you'll enjoy it.

Thank you all again so much for reading and especially if you take the time to review. I can't believe this almost has 100 reviews! I'm beyond grateful to you all :) Big love, Ooncer.

'What is it? What's the emergency?' David demanded as he bombarded through the door and almost knocked his grandson flying.

'Follow the sound of smashing crockery,' Henry replied.

Sure enough, there followed the sound of something crashing to the ground and shattering into tiny pieces and David stepped into the kitchen to find his daughter standing in the middle of a floor that was covered by a layer of china shards. She had a manic look in her eyes and only looked up when she heard her father's voice.

'Emma! What on earth is going on?' he cried, concern flashing across every feature. She was angry, anyone could see that, but he hadn't expected her next sentence to come out as quite such a scream.

'I dropped a plate by accident and now there isn't a full set so I can't use the other ones because when people come over for dinner they won't match so I have to get rid of them but the second one smashed too and it cut my toe and I just...' She trailed off and began to sob uncontrollably, at which point David carefully picked his way across the crunchy floor and wrapped his arms so tightly around his daughter she could barely breathe. His hand made its way to the back of her head as it always did, and eventually her breathing calmed until sobs gave way to soft whimpers.

'Alright, you want to tell me what this is really about?' David asked, still holding Emma close to him, as if he was physically holding her together. Emma sniffed loudly and David felt her chest heave against his own as she took a deep, steadying breath.

'I'm just so tired,' she admitted with a sigh and, as if to illustrate her point, her entire body sagged into her father's. 'The baby doesn't sleep for longer than four hours and when she does drift off, I can't! Then I've got Henry needing me to help with his homework and I want to, I really do, I just can't seem to find any time for him in between feeding Lily and changing her and praying that she'll finally fall asleep.'

'I'm sure Henry understands,' David soothed but that set Emma off again.

'I know he understands! That's the whole point! He's such a brilliant, put-everyone-else-before-himself kind of kid that he won't even go out anymore. There's a fundraiser tomorrow night at the school but he hasn't even asked me if he can go because I think he feels like he has to stay here and look after us. I just feel like I don't even have time to talk to my kid anymore and I hate it,' she snivelled. 'I knew this would be hard but-'

'It is hard, sweetheart,' David agreed, 'but you're doing what you always do and trying to get through it on your own. You have so many people who want to help you - your mother and I, for one. Granny and Ruby keep asking about you and so do the dwarves. Everybody wants to help you, Emma but you've got to let them! You're running yourself into the ground because you're trying to do it all by yourself.'

She knew he was right, of course, but letting people in wasn't something Emma had ever been very good at. It had taken a very long time to trust that her parents were in it for the long haul and letting her guard down for Neal in Neverland was only supposed to be the first step on a long, winding road she was going to travel with him.

'This is what I want you to do,' David commanded, 'go and get Lily and put her in her car seat. I'll sort out the changing bag and then you're going to let me take my granddaughter out for the day. After that, you're going to go to bed and sleep.' There was no mistaking that last word as a direct order. 'When you wake up, you're going to do Henry's homework with him and then the pair of you will meet your mother and I at Granny's for dinner at seven.' He was so direct that Emma knew there would be no arguing with him. She smiled slightly.

'Look at you, going all dad on me,' she mumbled sarcastically as she pulled away, ready to begin her list of tasks.

'Ive got a lot of time to make up,' David grinned.

Emma had never been very good at sleeping during the day and, after only about an hour of rest, she could lie in bed no longer. She pulled on a light dressing gown and padded into the living room to find Henry sitting in front of the TV, playing his new video game. At first, Emma thought about asking if she could join in but he seemed to be on a roll and she decided to just watch instead. Suddenly he paused the game, set his controller down on the coffee table and turned to face her.

'I heard what you said to grandpa this morning,' he said, matter-of-factly.

'Oh, right,' Emma stammered, 'um, which part?'

'Well, all of it actually,' Henry admitted, the tops of his ears turning pink. 'You weren't exactly quiet,' he added with a smile.

'No, I suppose I wasn't.'

'Well I've been thinking about it and I just want you to know that I'm fine. You really don't need to worry about me.'

'Henry, being your mother means I'm always going to worry about you. Even when you're fifty years old and married.' They both grinned at the thought. 'I just don't want you to feel like you don't matter anymore. The truth is, I knew having Lily was going to change things. I just never realised it would change what you and I had together.'

'It hasn't!' Henry confirmed. 'Lily just needs you more than I do right now.'

Emma wondered, for the millionth time, how on earth this boy was so wise. In an effort to keep the tears from welling in her eyes, she snatched up the controller and un-paused the game. Henry tried in vain to pull it from her but she yanked it back and they scuffled for a few minutes, giggling until Henry launched himself at Emma, squeezing her tightly between his arms and nuzzling himself into her neck.

When they didn't arrive at Granny's by seven, as per David's orders, Mary Margaret went to investigate. She walked in to find her daughter and grandson curled up on the couch with their arms around each other, fast asleep. Pushing aside the tinge of jealousy she felt that the pair had been reunited after only eleven years and not twenty eight, the brunette gave a long, contented sigh. Two of her favourite people had found each other and it would take more than just a new baby to tear them apart.