Emma was still limping when they packed up everything they could carry and stood in front of the cabin at the beach world two days later.

Emma's back felt weighed down. She had all that she could carry on her back. Anymore and she just might fall backwards.

Her daughter…her tiny baby girl slept against her chest. Emma rubbed her back and Grace dropped off to sleep. She seemed to really like that.

Jefferson would've carried her but he wanted to be the gentleman and carry all the heavier stuff, "Welcome home. It's not…a lot, I know."

Snow stared at the small one room shack, "It's….it looks sturdy."

"Keeps the rain out," Jefferson said with a hint of pride, "And the pump's enchanted. We all get fresh water."

Emma rubbed Grace's back, "It's going to feel like it's a lot smaller than it was when we were here last."

"How are we all going to fit?"

"Well, you ladies can take the bed…," Jefferson said, "I can sleep in the hammock until another room's built.

Snow looked at her daughter, "Is this where you and he…"

"Conceived Grace? Yeah."

"Okay," Snow looked back, "Washing the sheets will be a priority."

Emma gave a small smile. "I'll be more careful next time he and I are on our 'on the run honeymoon'"

"Right," Jefferson practically dropped his pack with a groan, "Ooookay, my back can feel. Today…um…let's just clean up today. And settle in…discuss were we want to add in the extra room."

"What do we do about food?" Snow asked.

"Plenty of fruit in the trees…and plenty of fish in the sea so to speak….just don't go too far in or you'll end up getting assaulted by cannibalistic mermaids."

"This is what we brought Grace to?" Snow demanded.

"It's just…temporary," Emma promised her mother, "We're just laying low for now."

"Okay," Snow said and then looked back at the ocean, "Um….how far should we be?"

"Mermaids are past the rocks. Grace and the rest of us will be safe," Jefferson promised her.

"What if Grace gets too close?"

"Do you think I'd let her get too close?" Jefferson asked, "Or you or Emma? She'll be safe, I promise."

Snow looked back and brushed some hair from her face, "Okay."

"Okay." Jefferson stretched his back, "Well, let's get inside. I'm not carrying any of you."

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Emma forked a piece of beef from her stew and shoved it in her mouth, "Is that what really happened?"

Jefferson practically had his face buried in his own bowl, he was laughing so hard. Snow's face was so red herself that she couldn't get out the words for a few seconds, "Castle are…impossible to heat. The only one that does it well is the Dark One's. So, when winter comes, not only are there a million fires going but everyone dresses in furs. Like…piles and piles of them. So when I was about…eight. My nanny told me a creepy little story about…well, what your version of a yeti."

Jefferson looked up automatically, his face now serious, "What's a yeti?"

"Abominable snowman, honey," Emma told him.

"Since when are snowmen abominable?" Jefferson asked confused, "I find they're cute."

"Anyway," Snow continued after a bemused look to her daughter, "Blizzards were bad that year. If you didn't have a line when you got outside then you would get lost and freeze to death it was so bad. So….with that story in mind, I went to sleep and then woke up when my nanny came in to check on me. And I was half asleep but I swear…she looked like something out of her stories with as many furs as she had on her."

Emma started giggling as well.

"Well, I panicked. I had….several layers on to keep me warm and I looked extremely bulky…so you can imagine how much of a hard time I had fitting under my low bed. I got stuck."

"Oh no," Emma laughed.

"I'm sure I looked adorable halfway under the bed and halfway out with my little legs kicking. I'm still not sure I ever got the color back in my face. I probably more than lived up to the name Snow White."

Emma and Jefferson were giggling at the story that neither one could breathe.

"Okay," Emma waved at Jefferson, "Your turn! Your turn!"

"I can't come up with stories off the top of my head, Emma."

"No!" Snow looked at her daughter, "Ask him about the beanstalk."

"You climbed a beanstalk?" Emma asked, "How come there was no golden goose at your house? Or a harp or whatever?"

"Because the Rumpelstiltskin sized hole in the ground thanks to the booting that he got from that giant certainly made me question how smart it was to step foot on their realm."

"Aw," Emma furrowed her eyebrows, "The poor thing."

"He wouldn't talk to me for a week."

"Did he really leave a crater?" Emma asked.

"Falling from that height, yes."

Emma spit up some of her water as soon as he said that, "Oh, that's great. Just like Wile E. Coyote."

"Will SOMEONE tell me who this person is?!" Jefferson demanded, "That's what your mom said too!"

Emma looked at her mother, "Oh really?"

"I was a…fan of Loony Tunes," Snow grumbled.

""Okay, I'm certain I know what 'loony' is but what is a 'tune'?" Jefferson asked, "You know what? I'm sure that you two take for granted the little in-jokes that refer to your culture but sometimes your lovely husband and son-in-law doesn't understand."

"I'm sorry, honey," Emma moved and kissed him, "Sometimes I forget."

"Now don't start something until you want to finish it," he teased.

"I just pushed your baby through parts of me that used to be narrower," Emma rubbed a hand through his hair and then as she realized that parts of her family were missing, she burst into tears, "And Henry isn't here to see his half-sister."

"Shh," Snow moved forward and wrapped his arms around her, "It's okay, Emma."

"I'm sorry," she whispered and sobbed harder, "I don't…"

"It's just your body readjusting," Snow whispered, "It's fine"

"I miss him," Emma cried and felt her husband scoot behind her and rub her back

"I know," Snow whispered, "I do too."

Emma leaned against her mother and cried until there were no more tears left.

"Jefferson," Snow finally whispered, "I think tonight you should have the bed."

"Snow," Jefferson started, "Come on."

"No, I can get the hammock," she whispered, "I think she needs you tonight."