The next day, Mary Margaret was discharged from the hospital, and she and David brought their new baby to their apartment. Emma watched her parents with her new brother, and she smiled at them. But there was still something troubling her. There was still the part where she and henry were going to head back to New York. To resume the lives that they had there.

David saw her with a troubled look on her face. "Emma, you okay?" he asked as he held his new son in his arms.

"What?" Emma asked back, snapping out of her thoughts. "Yeah. Of course. You guys going to finally tell me my little brother's name, or should I keep calling him, 'Hey, There'!"

David scoffed at the thought. "Well, the thing is, there's this tradition. Back in the Enchanted Forest, when a new royal is born, you usually announce the name in a coronation ceremony."

"We would have done it with you if we could have," Mary Margaret added.

"You're not gonna hold him out in front of the clock tower and present him like Lion King, are you?" Emma questioned.

David laughed. "Of course not. We've decided to forgo all pomp and circumstance for a nice potluck at Granny's."

"The important thing is to mark the occasion," Mary Margaret said. "Remind ourselves that we're still together after all that we've been through. As a family."

Henry opened the apartment door, holding a newspaper that he was reading. He walked into the centre of the room. "Hey! Check it out! I think I just found us a place!"

"You're looking for apartments?" Emma asked, turning around to look at her son.

"What do you think?" Henry asked, showing Emma a picture of an apartment listing in the newspaper. Emma took the paper and looked over at it.

"Yeah, Emma", Mary Margaret asked. She knew what Emma's true thoughts were on the matter. "What do you think?"

Emma went to stand beside Henry. She lowered the paper and put her other hand around Henry's shoulders. "I think your grandparents can't decide what to name your uncle, and they are using a fairy-tale tradition to try to buy themselves some time."

Meanwhile, Regina and Robin were at the Mayor's office, with a romantic meal sprawled out on the floor beside a roaring fireplace. They sat beside it and looked at each other, smiling.

"To the return of your heart," Robin toasted, and he clinked his wine glass with Regina's, and both took a sip. He placed the wine glass back down on the floor. "So, how does it feel?"

"Stronger than ever," Regina told him through a face full of smiles. She was happier than she had ever been before.

Robin leaned in to her and kissed her on the lips. Regina kissed her back before pulling away and looking at Robin. "What is it?" he asked her.

"I just never thought I'd have this," Regina explained., then laughed. "After I lost my wife, I felt like that for a long time. Her death was my fault." "I'm sorry."

"I would have walked through hell to be with my Marian again. But when I finally admitted that she was gone and that she was never coming back, I had to let that guilt go."

"My first love, Daniel, was killed because of me. Because he loved me." "And that's why you never wanted to open yourself up again?"

"Tinkerbell told me it was possible. I could love again. She led me to this tavern. To a man who she said I was destined to be with. I never saw his face, but …" Regina looked down, and she took Robin's right arm. She pulled back the sleeve over his forearm and showed his tattoo, "… I did see his tattoo."

Robin looked down at his tattoo, then back at Regina. "It was me?" he asked her.

"Yes," Regina answered and smiled warmly at him. "I was just too scared to approach you."

Robin laughed. "Well, maybe things work out when they're supposed to. Maybe it's all about timing." He leaned into Regina again and kissed her deeply.

In the pawn shop, Mr Gold was in the back room. He was at the wooden cupboard, where he placed his Dark One dagger into a small box. He closed the lid and waved his hand over it. The box glowed as he applied the protection spell to it. He closed the cupboard as the shop bells jingled. He turned around and saw Belle heading to him.

"Look. This …" Belle began, taking the dagger out of her bag. "This is too much power to keep with me."

"No, I don't want it, Belle," Mr Gold told her. "The point was I trust you."

"I know. Well, then, is there somewhere I can store it safely? Like back in our land, at your castle, you had that vault. The … the one with no doors."

"That was for the only most dangerous and unstable magic. That which even I couldn't comprehend."

"And this doesn't qualify?"

"No." Mr Gold took the dagger from Belle. "You see, I understand this all too well. I left that vault and all its dangers behind." He walked over to Belle's handbag and placed the dagger back inside. "But this dagger is not dangerous because, as I said, I trust you. So let's discuss something a bit more pleasant, like, uh, our wedding."

Belle smiled and took Mr Gold's hands in her own. "Yes. I told my father the good news, and he gave us his blessing."

"The man who kidnapped you to keep us apart?"

"Well, I've forgiven him. And he's forgiven you. He knows you're a changed man. I mean, everyone does. Especially me." Belle looked at him with kind, caring eyes before she reached up and kissed him.