A/N: (Long authors note ahead. I'm apparently in the mood to chat). Well my mini vacation is over two days early and it left me sunburnt and inspired, which caused a day of hiding out from the sun inside and writing.

Hope you guys like this chapter! I've decided to split this story into two parts. This will be the end of Part 1. Part 2 will just be added on to this, so if you're already following it or faving it or however that works, you're all set :)

Enjoy! Let me know what you think and/or predictions and/or anything else! (Please?) Also I want to sincerely send out thank you's to everyone who wished me a good trip and well wishes on my tiny surgery. It was just a few words in a review, but it seriously touched my heart. (Not to be lame or corny, but I couldn't think of a better description than that cliche)

Wait one more thing- shoutout to Sara K M again. Your ideas always leave me inspired, and I try to incorporate them as much as I can, like in this chapter with David and Emma. It makes for a much better and more dynamic relationship when they resolve it!

"That's amazing news... Snow! That's amazing news. A baby!" David exclaimed in disbelief.

"David, don't you understand? I can't go running if I'm pregnant. I can't do it again. I need a life for us this time. I can't risk this baby."

"We'll figure it out. We'll protect Emma and the new baby. We'll figure it out, Snow," David lifted his hand to her cheek. Snow lifted her hand over his.

"How was the dance?" She tried, realizing how curious she was.

"It was amazing," he smiled. "It really was. She called me Daddy. I don't think she even realized it when she did, it wasn't a big deal at all, it was just what she thought of me in that moment."

Snow kissed him in happiness. "That's wonderful, David."

"And this baby," David put his hand over her stomach. "I'll be here from day one. You don't have to do it alone this time. We'll be a family, Emma called me Dad, we'll all be a family. How we're supposed to be; a normal family."

"A normal family? Except for the fact someone is trying to hurt our oldest daughter and we'll constantly live in fear of being found. How can we do this?" Snow's thoughts led her straight back to the despair she felt all night on her own.

"We can do it like everything we've always done. Snow, if we stay, both Emma and the baby are in danger."

"I know," Snow admitted. "You are right. I just didn't know if I was ready to give this all up."

"No one is ready for that. But we'll adjust. We'll find a new home and Emma will decorate her own room and we'll tell her about the baby and she'll help decorate his room."

"His?" Snow asked somewhat light heartedly. "And you don't really believe it will all work out that easily and perfectly, do you?"

"I have to be optimistic," he grinned, responding to both questions.

Snow took in a breath and let the word okay escape on her exhalation.

"Okay," David mirrored. "I'll start getting the essentials. We'll pack the car and go in the morning?"

"Yeah," Snow nodded absent-mindedly. Her mind was elsewhere, but she couldn't be there right now. She had to come back. It would have to wait. She had to pack up the car with David and go. Truthfully, she knew there wasn't another option. She just had hoped one might appear. She made her way to the kitchen, where David was packing the essentials.

"Should we bring this?"

"Yes!" Snow exclaimed. David didn't fight, but put it in the box and held up another baking pan.

"Yes!" Snow repeated. "We have to."

"Are you going to say this about everything? We have to pick and choose, and quickly."

"I know," she admitted. "How can I choose what's more important when everything in this house has a memory with Emma attached to it? This baking pan," Snow took it out of David's hands and held it up, "was after Harmony ordered me to bake like two dozen brownies in one night. It seemed silly, but I felt lonely and angry that she had that power over my life. Even then, when I had no idea who she truly was. Emma happily helped me make all of them. We spent all afternoon laughing, even as she ate most of the mix before it could make it to the oven. I was so sure that day that I would never be alone again, and that we would end up together again. Emma made me remember what I believe in just by being around her. Maybe it's because she's my daughter, or maybe it's because she's the savior. Every time I bake with that pan, I remember that day, what Emma reminded me of," she explained with tears in her eyes, then hesitantly put the pan down on the counter beside the box. "I guess I don't need this one anymore after all, I don't need reminding of what I have right in front of me."

Wordlessly, David picked up the pan and put it in the box they had assigned to the kitchen.

"We all need reminders from time to time," he explained at Snow's confused look. "I know this is hard for you. Leaving behind the life you worked so hard to create for Emma, especially now, with another little life on it's way."

Snow nodded. "I don't think you understand. We need to find a home, a real home, before I have this baby. I already had nowhere to live with Emma. I worked at a quickly-prepared food sweatshop more than full-time just to get an old apartment to live with Emma on our own. I don't want to raise another child in conditions like that. I can't do that."

"We won't do that, then. We'll get a home."

"It's not that easy! We have to sell this one if we're ever going to have enough money, and then Harmony and Ryan will know what we're doing! We have to get completely new ID's if we even have a shot at getting away, which will be unbelievably hard. That means we would need to change Emma's name too, because they can track Emma too. And I have a sneaking suspicion they'll find us anyway. They'll always find us."

"Well what do you want to do, Snow? It seems like you don't want to run at all."

"Of course I don't! I want a life for Emma, with a house and school and friends. It's not fair she can't have that. She didn't ask to have us as parents... neither did this baby. We are bringing them in to the world for a life of fighting and running. What kind of world is that?"

"The only world we have. I think if you ask Emma, she'd rather live in a little bit of a smaller house with us then have not ever being born."

Nodding, she spoke with defeat and despair. "I'll start on the bedroom," she picked up one of the boxes she pulled up from the basement as soon as David and Emma left for the dance. David watched her go, wishing he could bring her peace over this decision.

"Are you ready?" He whispered to the back of Snow's head in bed. She reached her hand backwards and it flopped on David's face. He got up and leaned over her in bed, which caused her to open her eyes.

"What time is it?"

"4:30."

"We agreed on 5!"

"I knew it would take you some time to get up," David grinned at his idea. Snow couldn't help, despite her best efforts, but return the smile.

"You're the worst," she laughed. "Now I'm awake and we have an extra half hour."

"Well, if you're really looking for a time-filler," he suggested, leaning down to kiss her. When Snow's alarm went off at 5, Snow thrashed her arm over the snooze button.

"We have to get up," David said, slightly groaning.

"No," Snow said, holding him back down.

"Don't," he warned. "We don't have time now." Snow sighed, a pretend defeat, and rolled the covers off her. "Wait," David called. "You're giving up that easy?"

"You said there was no time," Snow teased. "We have to get up now."

David smirked before getting up himself and moving to get dressed. He stripped the bed and threw the it all the washing machine quickly, so they could pack fresh sheets. He double checked mentally, but it seemed like they had gotten everything packed last night. This was the hardest part, coming; bringing Emma. They still didn't know how they were going to do it.

"Maybe we should just carry her sleeping in the car and explain it after we're already moving," David called.

"Huh?" Snow said walking into the room, toweling her hair.

"With Emma... maybe we should just not wake her."

"So she never has a chance to say goodbye and have closure with the only real home she's ever known? These are where all her memories are."

"So we wake her and tell her... what? Say bye Emma! We're leaving right now and you'll never see this house again!"

"I don't know! But we definitely can't just take her and leave."

"Okay, then we'll wake her."

Snow nodded, moving towards the door of the bedroom. "Let me start," Snow suggested, slowly pushing Emma's bedroom door open. Her heart twisted at the memories that filled the room.

"Sweetie," Snow said gently, putting her hand on Emma's arm. "Em, it's time to wake up." Emma fluttered her eyes, slowly opening them in confusion.

"Mommy?"

"Yes, baby, it's time to get up. We're going somewhere."

"Where?" Emma asked, lifting her tiny hands over her eyes and rubbing them.

Snow looked at David, who returned the same hopeless gaze back. "On an adventure," Snow said, finally.

"An adenture?" Emma said sleepily. She started to close her eyes again.

"Yes, let's get ready and I'll explain it all to you," Snow said, lifting her sleeping daughter off her bed. She turned to David, who already was picking up the box they saved for packing Emma's room.

As soon as the water from the shower hit Emma, she woke right up and her curiosity came in full force.

"Where are we going Mommy?" Emma asked, squeezing her eyes shut as Snow spread the shampoo throughout Emma's hair.

"We are... going on an adventure," Snow tried.

"But what kind?" Emma asked, rubbing falling shampoo off her forehead before it reached her eyes. Snow noticed and used a dry face cloth to rub the rest of it off. She lathered her hair with her conditioner, thinking about how to explain it.

"A special kind. We are going away for a little bit."

"Are we coming back?"

"I don't think so, sweetie." Snow wrapped a towel around Emma, who looked confused at this confession.

"Where are we going?"

"We don't know yet," Snow confessed, picking Emma up over the bathtub and on to the rug. "It's what is best for us as a family."

"I don't wanna go."

"I know. Me either. But in our new house you can decorate your room any way you want."

"I like my room."

"I know, Em. I wish we didn't have to go."

David was checking everything around the house again, while Snow arranged the car to the neatest of her abilities. Emma sat at the kitchen stool, waiting.

"Ready, kid?" David asked lightly. The clock read 5:47am. He and Snow had set the goal to leave by six.

"I don't wanna go."

"I'm sorry Emma," David said sincerely.

"If you go, can me and Mommy stay here like before?"

David opened his mouth to respond, but closed it again. He didn't know what to say, so he repeated himself. "I'm sorry, Emma."

Emma looked at him, and David watched her eyes trying to decide if it was anger or sadness she saw when she looked at him. He was the one changing the life she knew with her mother. He came out of nowhere, and Emma had been generally happily accepting. But now she was being taken away from her home; of course Emma saw the recent big change that happened in her life as the reason why.

"It's time to go," David said softly, not wanting to push her. Emma said or did nothing but stare at him. "Emma." David said more sternly, and moved closer to Emma, enough to apparently make her feel threatened.

"No! You go! You leave! I want my mommy!" Emma yelled, thrashing her arms in defense of David trying to pick her up.

David moved back in surprise. He had never seen Emma act this way. He was torn between asserting himself as her father, and giving Emma space. He had told her there was no right or wrong way to feel, and he wanted her to know he was good on his word. "I'll get Mommy," David offered, and Emma seemed to calm down as he backed away to actually do it.

"Snow," David said, moving to the back of the truck. Snow was gazing at the neatly stacked boxes in the trunk, feeling satisfied enough with it.

"Hey," she responded, looking around the car towards him. "Where's Emma?"

"Emma... needs you, I think. I think she blames me for this whole moving thing and I- I don't really blame her."

"David..."

"No, it's okay. I just think she needs you to help her right now," David admitted sadly.

Snow nodded, taking David's hands in hers before moving. "I couldn't stop thinking about how hard this would be for Emma and me. The idea of losing our home was devastating. I never thought about how lucky I was to have had this home, to have had Emma the past six years. All I thought about was how hard it was for me to settle into a life with her. But you lived every day, alone, knowing we were out there. I can't even imagine it David. I hate that I'm leaving my memories, but I'm grateful I had them, and I'm grateful we're going to make more." Snow moved David's hands to her stomach. "Do you remember when I told you I was pregnant with Emma? Do you remember what you said?"

"Of course," David said, smiling faintly at the memory. "I said we were going to be a family."

"And do you remember what I said back?"

David glanced at Snow's stomach, then back into her eyes and smiled. "That we already are."

"Hey sweetcheeks," Snow said lightly, sliding into the kitchen stool across from Emma. She looked defeated and angry, with her chin in her hands. "Can we talk?" Snow asked, but Emma made no move to respond, so Snow continued. "I know it's hard for you," Snow tried, but still received no reaction. "That's why we're going to live on the mountain made completely of chocolate and gumdrops."

At this, Emma couldn't help but look up with interest. "You're just kidding," Emma said confidently, but with a tremor of hopefulness. "That's not a real place."

"Maybe so. I had to make sure your ears were still working though," Snow said, causing Emma to narrow her eyes with the defeat of caving and speaking. "You know it's funny how much we don't like change, even though a lot of times it's for the better."

"Like when?" Emma asked with disbelief, somewhat interested.

"Well, I don't know, like that time I accidentally bought chocolate chip waffles instead of plain ones. That was a pretty big change, wasn't it? And if I remember correctly, you really liked the new kind."

"That was only one time," Emma huffed, unable to argue the point.

"True," Snow admitted. "There was also that time, though, when I signed you up for soccer and you came to me saying all the kids in your class were doing dance and you wanted to do it too. Imagine if I never changed what you were signed up for!"

Emma looked away with no response.

"And when David came to live with us. I know it's been an adjustment for you because it's such a big change, but overall, you've seemed pretty happy. At least your face in those pictures from last night seems to say that. Just tell me if I'm wrong."

"He's the reason why we have to leave!" Emma declared suddenly, as if the words had been bubbling up inside her. "He's making us!"

"No, Emma, that's not true," Snow explained. "I made the decision with him. It's what's best for all of us, and we would have had to go whether David was here or not." Snow didn't know how soon they would have had to leave, or if she'd even know about the people after them if she was never reunited with David, but she knew eventually they would have found out and had to run. And it would have been much worse to run on her own again.

"How come you didn't ask me?" Emma said so quietly, Snow could feel it in her heart.

"I'm sorry, Em," Snow said, getting up from her seat across from Emma and moving close enough to put her arms around her. "Your opinion does matter, very much, to us. But this is something really important. If it wasn't, we wouldn't do it. Do you trust me?"

"It means you love me, and you always put me before anyone else when you have to make hard choices," Emma repeated the definition Snow had given her over a year ago. It was a simple conversation in the car, not something that Snow expected would stay with Emma so permanently.

"Right," Snow said, squeezing Emma in her hug, trying not to let tears build up in her eyes at her daughter's perception of trust. Emma let her mom hug her, uttering out the word yes so softly into her embrace, that Snow almost missed it.

"We can go now," Emma declared when her mom let go of her. She jumped off the stool, waiting for her mom to take her hand.

David had been driving the car for hours. It was almost ten in the morning, and none of the three had eaten breakfast. Emma was passed out in the backseat, and both parents knew when she woke up she would be cranky with hunger.

"Should we start looking for a place to stop?" David asked.

"That might be a good idea," Snow agreed, looking at the paper map she was holding. "I think I need one of those smartphones with the maps inside them. I can't stand these paper ones."

"It's classic," David defended. "You can't go wrong with classic."

"You can go wrong when they become outdated. I don't even know when this map is from!"

"Well, it's served it's main purpose," David continued his defense, earning an eye-rolling from Snow. Her phone buzzed as if on cue.

"Hello? Hi, yes this is Mary Margaret! Oh hi, Veronica. Absolutely. Any time today is totally fine. We're out of the house. Of course, thanks. I'll talk to you soon."

"Who was that?" David asked.

"Real estate agent. Someone is looking at the house today."

"That's great news!" David said, trying to be enthusiastic. "Here's a town sign coming up. I'm sure there's a place for breakfast somewhere in the town where we can stop."

"Great," Snow said, then looked at the paper map. "I might be reading this wrong, or it could be upside down or something totally silly, but this spot on the map is all forest. There's no town."

"That's weird... Maybe it really is an outdated map," David admitted, causing Snow to smirk in triumph.

As they passed the sign, Emma's eyes shot open, a chill washing through her body.

"Where are we?" Emma said suddenly and with a slight sense of urgency.

"Oh Emma, I didn't know you were awake!" Snow looked back in surprise, then squinted at the sign as they approached it. "It says we're in Storybrooke, Maine. Are you hungry for some breakfast?"

Veronica led the two buyers into the kitchen, realizing the house looked completely deserted. Mary Margaret hadn't told her she moved out already, but it didn't look like anyone was living in the house currently.

"Well, this place is in top condition. The previous owners were a small, quiet family, very well respected and liked. The market price is much lower than the asking price, as they're trying to make a quick sell, so you really won't find another deal like this," the real estate woman explained.

"Can we take a look upstairs?"

"Of course! Take as much time as you need! I actually didn't get a chance to catch your names though."

"Harmony Harris," the blonde woman held out her hand and smiled. "This is Ryan."

"Well, Harmony and Ryan," Veronica smiled, shaking Harmony's hand. "I think you could be very happy here."

Harmony gave her a smile fake enough to convince the real estate agent she was actually there because of interest in the house itself, and not the people who were living in it.