Both Henry and Regina were slightly startled by the sudden knock on the door as they stood in the kitchen and made breakfast. They each had steered clear of talking about the last few weeks and Henry tried his hardest not to ask her what happened the night before. After the third sequence of knocking, they heard a voice yelling for Regina.

"I need a favor! Please!" They heard the anxious voice from outside.

She really didn't want to answer it now, hearing that it was David's voice, but she suspected that he wouldn't stop knocking unless she did. Or he'd walk right in as he used to before she got pregnant.

"I'll be right back." She said as she walked by her son and felt his hair as she walked by. "Feed Olivia for me, please?" She pointed to the small can of baby food by her carseat on the counter and Henry agreed as he reached for it and grabbed a baby spoon from a drawer when she left.

"Regina." David said anxiously when she opened the door. As always, he stepped passed her without even waiting for her to invite him in.

She rolled her eyes and shut the door behind him before turning around to glare at him. "David, if this is about 'us' then I can't talk right now."

"No, Regina. This is about the other night at the bar."

"David, I-"

"Where's Henry?"

Suddenly confused, Regina answered slowly. "In the kitchen with Olivia. Why?"

He gestured for her to follow him into the family room because it was further away from the kitchen and he suspected it'd be harder for Henry to hear them from in there.

"David, what-"

"The pirates that were in the bar the other night, did they say how they got here?"

"David, if this is about some sort of jealously thing, I'm not gonna-"

"No, Regina!" He whispered loudly. "This is important." He looked through the doorway, passed the foyer and into the kitchen, seeing only Henry's back at a stool by the counter and he relaxed and looked back to Regina.

Realizing his slight anxiety right now, she also began to whisper and she decided to answer him. "They said they came on their ship, why?"

"And they didn't tell you HOW they came on their ship?"

Suddenly, she felt a little nervous by the tone in his voice, and she couldn't remember if they had told her or not. "I don't remember, why?"

"Apparently they came from Neverland with a magic bean."

She didn't know what to say to that. "Why are you telling me this David?" She tried keeping her voice down.

He looked out into the kitchen one more time and then continued with what he was saying. "Henry's father was on that ship."

"What? No, that's-" Suddenly, she felt the same thing she felt the first day she met Emma. She felt threatened by this man, thinking he had come to take Henry away from her. This time, SHE was the one who looked out through the foyer and into the kitchen at her son. "Did he come to take Henry?" All of a sudden he heard the sort of panic in her voice.

"No. No. He doesn't even know about Henry. And Henry doesn't know about him either. That's why we're making sure he can't hear us. It's also why I came here." She just looked at him. And the way she looked at him was strange, so he lost his train of thought for a moment. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"What?" She blinked and looked down. "Oh, nothing. Sorry. Why did you come here?"

"Because, he doesn't know about Henry. So we have no clue what their purpose of being here is. Did they tell you WHY they came to Storybrooke?"

Suddenly, she felt like crying. "No. No, I didn't ask." It was silent for a moment. "Who's his father?" She finally wondered.

He wasn't sure he wanted to tell her.

"David! Who's Henry's father?"

"It's..." He looked back to find Henry in the kitchen once more.

"David."

"It's Neal."

Her jaw opened slowly and she turned away from him, thinking. "Oh."

"And I know that he knows you." He stopped for a moment and mumbled to himself. "Obviously."

Pretending she didn't hear him, Regina thought for a moment as she lifted her head to look out the window, her back still to David. "And you need me to talk to him."

"Or any of the other pirates. We just need to know why they're here."

Regina lowered her head once more and sighed. She knew that this meant she'd probably have to get one of them wasted again as well as getting drunk herself. Not that she'd tell David that of course, because he'd refuse.

He stepped closer to her from behind, but she didn't notice until she suddenly turned around and almost bumped into him, their bodies touching, creating butterflies that they haven't felt in a long time. She kept her head straight, looking at his pecks as he hovered over her and he looked down at her, staring at his chest. She slowly looked up into his eyes and they heard Olivia crying in the kitchen. When they both turned their heads, they saw Henry in the doorway, looking at them.

"Henry." Regina stepped away from David, causing him to immediately put his head down, taking a deep breath as he thought to himself.

'What's wrong with me?' He mouthed as both Henry and Regina had their backs turned.

"Did you feed her like I asked?" Regina demanded of Henry as she walked frantically back to the kitchen.

"I tried to feed her, but she wouldn't eat it."

She returned with Olivia in her arms and she bounced as she tried getting her to calm down. She even checked her diaper and it was clean. Regina was panicking. She made sure no one knew, but she was.

Lately, she felt as though she'd been a failure as a mother and she couldn't do anything right. Olivia cried almost all the time and Henry always seemed bored when he was with them. He got annoyed at having to help with his baby sister and she knew that drinking and rebelling did nothing to make her a better mother.

She continued to bounce and tried to soothe Olivia but nothing happened. She saw Henry roll his eyes before she turned around as she paced slowly trying to quiet the baby.

"She's always like this." Henry said, annoyed. "Something's wrong with her."

"Henry." David said as he saw the saddened look on Regina's face before she turned away from him.

"What? All she does is cry now. None of us can sleep because everytime we close our eyes, she-"

"She's a baby, Henry. What did you expect?" David tried helping.

"She wasn't like this before." Henry said, barely loud enough for them to hear.

"Henry, enough!" That was a voice both males hadn't heard in a while. And a voice Olivia had never heard before.

"It's true." Henry retorted, ignoring the glare he received from his mother. "She just doesn't stop."

"Henry-" David said softly, but Regina cut him off.

"Well, she's a baby, Henry! Do you think that YOU were a quiet baby?" He didn't answer. "Because you were worse than this!" That was not supposed to come out at all. She regretted saying it right away. And she regretted it even more when she saw the look on his face before he ran up to his room.

"Henry!" She called after him.

"I got it." David said as he was about to walk towards the stairs.

But before he could leave the family room, Regina handed him the still crying Olivia and she ran after her son.

David stared at the set of stairs before realizing that Olivia had stopped crying. He turned to look at her in his arms before putting a comforting hand on her head over his shoulder and he returned to looking up at the door at the top of the staircase as it was slammed shut, locking Regina out.

"Henry? Henry, I'm sorry. Please let me in." She waited for an answer. "Please, Henry?" She slowly began to give up and she turned around and leaned against the door. It was silent for a moment, before she thought about what might work. "Please, my little Prince?"

A few seconds passed and Regina moved away from the door as Henry slowly opened it and let her in, causing David's tense shoulders to relax and he slightly smiled before turning around and sitting on the couch in the family room.

"That's not possible." Mr. Gold whispered to himself after he gasped in his office.

Hearing his remark, Belle quickly stepped through the blanket hanging over the doorway that led to the back of the pawn shop. "What is it? What's happened?" She asked frantically.

Upon seeing what sat on the desk in front of him, her brows furrowed with confusion and her head retreated back as she wondered what the white sphere was.

"Nothing. It's just...it's probably a mistake."

"Wh-what do you mean?" She stepped beside him in order to get a closer look and she saw that seemed to be a white globe with the red for land. She saw, what she believed to be, a darker red dot over the state of Maine, where Storybrooke might be. "What's that?" She asked aloud, hoping he wouldn't give her the run-around like he usually did.

"It's a map."

"A map?"

"Yes. It's enchanted." He turned to face her.

"How?" Before he could answer, she looked down at his hand, which he had held out in front of him. "You're bleeding." She turned and grabbed the first thing she saw to use it on his finger.

"Belle, no!" He tried to stop her.

"Just let me-"

"Stop!" Startled, she backed away and he took the cloth from her.

"I'm sorry, I just-I wanted to help stop the-"

"But not with this."

Instead of arguing, Belle realized it had some sort of importance to him, so she agreed and grabbed a handkerchief from his desk, pressing it into his hand. "Here." She said as he took it, staring at her, mesmerized by how understanding she was. "Was that his?" She finally asked.

"What?"

"Was that his? Your son?" She pointed to the globe on the desk.

"This? No."

"But this was." She assumed, gesturing towards the shawl still in Rumple's good hand.

"Yes." He said.

She looked back to the globe and watched as the red silhouette of North America slowly evaporated and became a plain white sphere again. "Enchanted, you said?"

He followed her back over to the desk and answered her. "I got it from an old friend."

"What's it do?"

"It has a locater spell. But there's a catch."

"And what's that?"

"Whoever shall use it, must use it only to find a blood relative."

"And that's why you were bleeding." She didn't need an answer and he knew that. They stood in silence for a moment as she thought of how fascinating this globe was. "That's it. You were trying to find him, weren't you?"

"I had a plan." He picked up the globe and moved it to a safe place in the back of a hidden cabinet. "To find where he is and go to him."

"Go to him how? No one in Storybrooke can come or go. You'll lose your memories if you do." She said, in her usual worried tone.

"Not if I use this." He turned away from the cabinet and lifted the shawl a little higher. "I have a potion I've been working on. A person can leave, as long as they have their most precious item with them. For me, it is this."

"I thought it was our tea cup." She said a little flirty, stepping closer to him and taking the handkerchief from his bad hand, which had finally stopped bleeding. She smiled up at him as she put her arms around his neck.

"It is. But that's also your diadem and if anything were to happen when I left, I would've wanted you to have it in case you had to come get me."

"Had to? What do you mean? Are you not going?"

"Well, from what I just learned from that globe, apparently I don't have to cross the town line to find my Baelfire."

"He's here?" She sounded so excited he couldn't take it. "Wait. Is that possible? Are you sure that globe was correct?"

"I don't know how it couldn't be."

She widely grinned and gave him a kiss before pulling her head back to look him deeply in the eye with a look of determination and hope.

"Then let's go find your son."

A/N: Hey, readers. Sorry it's been so long. School has been keeping me pretty busy. But i hope you liked this chapter. Please leave your reviews. Lots of love. Mwah!