Both Emma and Killian are woken up by the sound of knocking at the front door. The two blink sleep out of their eyes and look at one another. Both are stiff from sleeping against the wall and one another.

"I've got it!" Henry's voice drifts from the front room.

Emma's heart begins to pound loudly, this was like déjà vu, except the baby is not around yet.

"Henry Wait," Emma says scrambling up and going towards her son.

"What Mom? It's just Mary Margret and David," he says opening the door.

Sure enough, the couple with their baby in a carrier, stand with what looks like supplies in their hands. Mary Margret has a big grin on her face and David has more of a forced smile.

"Good morning," she chirps happily, walking right in. "How are we this morning?"

Emma frowns and stretches her back before heading into the kitchen.

"David and I thought we'd stop by and make a nice breakfast for everyone. After all, it is Saturday and you had nothing else going on, right?"

Killian bites his lip and gets up from the floor. "Aye, I suppose not."

David gives an apologetic look before bringing the supplies and their son into the apartment. Emma forces a smile before offering to help with the arm fulls of groceries.

"No, no, Emma, you take it easy and get to know Jacob better. David and I have this," the teacher insists.

David gives Emma the baby bucket, in which Jacob is gurgling and looking around. It shouldn't be too interesting to the three-month-old after all this apartment basically became his second home while she was missing.

Emma can't really say anything before Mary Margret becomes busy in her kitchen, David following behind.

Emma brings the baby boy over to the couch and places him there. She gazes into his blue eyes, David's eyes. He wears a little hat with sheep on it and is dressed in a gray snowsuit. She stares down at the rosy-cheeked baby before attempting to unbuckle him. Her fingers fumble with the buttons and she winces slightly considering her hands are still healing. Jacob looks at her intently, as if he expects her to know what to do. She continues to struggle until Henry looks up from his phone.

"Here Mom," he says. He was used to helping care for Jacob when the Nolans were living in the apartment. He undoes the straps and then Emma slowly lifts him out of the bucket. His head wobbles slightly but his blue eyes continue to take in Emma's appearance. She then removes the snowsuit and hat, revealing a patch of dark hair that matched his mother's. He looked so much like his parents it was hard to deny.

Jacob reaches his tiny fists out, throwing them up and down as if he were waving at her. Emma swallows hard and then tries to cradle him. It's rather awkward and those involved both show signs of discomfort. It had been a long time since she'd done this and was especially uneasy.

Again, Henry comes to her rescue and helps her position Jacob in her arms. Once he's more comfortable, Jacob smiles up at Emma and coos contently. Henry reaches down and grabs one of the baby's many toys. This one is a colourful teething rattle. He hands it to his mom and she shakes it. Jacob lets out happy noises and flaps his arms up and down in excitement. Emma shakes it faster and he gurgles with delight. The happy, toothless smile, along with the bright eyes and chubby cheeks allow Emma to smile a little too. Despite how long it's been since she'd handled a baby, he was safe and happy, that's what was important.

Meanwhile, as Mary Margret mixes batter for blueberry pancakes, David brews some coffee and hands a cup to Killian. Both men sit and watch the interaction between Emma and Jacob. Killian's heart swells a little bit, happy to see a smile on his beloved's face, but at the same time, his stomach turns. Like Emma, he was out of practice with babies, but unlike Emma, he'd never raised a child at all. Henry was an amazing kid and both parents did a good job with him, but the docks man was a different story. He never really had a mother and his father abandoned him and Liam at the first chance he got. Killian knows he would be a poor excuse for a father at all to the daughter they are expecting. He knew that one day he'd want to be a father, he thought about it with Milah at one point, but now, it was with Emma. She was such a perfect woman and he did want to spend his life with her. It's just that the baby and family is happening awfully fast. He'd always assumed they should get married first, but things happened and now they are here. Plus, Henry was another factor to consider. He was a teenage boy and already had a father. The last thing Emma needed was her son becoming angry or running away because the docks man is trying to replace his real father. Of course, Neal did leave them and did not consider himself "father material." But Killian wanted to be ready, he wanted to be better than his father, Gold, and Neal. How could he do that without losing Emma, Henry, and their daughter?

"What's it like?" Killian asks David.

"What's it like to do what?" David asks.

"What's it like being a father?"

David frowns and looks at the dark-haired man for a moment.

"It's not easy if that's what you're thinking. It's a lot of sleepless nights, dirty diapers, three o'clock feedings, messy houses and balancing a career, but through it all… It's the best job in the world."

The two men sip their coffees and watch as Emma begins tickling Jacob and then Henry.

"Stop it Mom!" the teen howls.

"It's worth all the stress just to see something so small and so precious grow and feel loved."

Killian swallows hard.

"It's the most rewarding experience in the world. From the first moment that you lay eyes on them, you know you will never love something as much in the whole world, except maybe your wife."

The police officer looks over to see his wife humming to herself and flipping pancakes in a frying pan.

"You both know that you did this for a reason and the gift is the most beautiful thing in the world…"

Killian gives a small smirk. "Emma might rival the young Lad in that respect."

David sips his coffee before going on.

"There's nothing you can really do to prepare for being a father. You learn as you go. Fortunately, no one expects you to be perfect and the baby doesn't care otherwise. Why do you ask?"

Killian looks at his beloved girlfriend for a moment before turning to David. He runs a hand through his dark hair.

"I don't exactly have much to go on in terms of being a father. My dad left Liam and me when we were young lads, went off and had another family and even then, he's hardly father of the year. I never got to do the typical father-son things like fishing or playing catch. He never taught me how to ride a bike or how to kiss a girl. I had to learn most of that from my brother or on my own. My life has hardly been ideal and I guess…"

"You're afraid you're going to be a bad father?"

Killian nods. "Aye."

"You're not alone," the police officer says, putting a hand on his shoulder. "My father was an alcoholic and it got to the point where my mother was running the family farm. It wasn't until one night, my poor excuse for a father went driving while impaired and got himself killed. It was devastating to all of us, but it was also kind of a relief. He wasn't suffering anymore and wasn't dragging us down either."

"I didn't know you grew up on a farm."

"Yeah, I was born and raised in Wisconsin. We owned a sheep farm. Life wasn't easy, but we managed until my father got involved in a bad business deal and lost a lot of our land. That's what drove him to drink his sorrows away…"

Killian nods, relating quite effectively to David's father. He swallows hard thinking that his drinking and driving act could've very well ended his life and he'd never have the chance to be a father.

"After his death, my mother and I worked to keep the farm open, but my twin brother ran off."

"You have a twin brother?"

"Yeah, it's my best-kept secret. We're identical too, but we're very different people. James ran off as soon as he could, while I worked to keep what was left of our family together. My mother and I never gave up on one another and we stayed close. She supported me through all my endeavors. We eventually sold the farm and saved up enough money for both my mother and me to move to the city. I entered the police academy and graduated with my mother standing proud. She still brags to the people in Florida about how proud she is of me."

Killian smiles. At least David had a loving mother to love and support him all his life.

"What about your brother?"

The cop shrugs. "A wreck loose does odd jobs, couch surfs, we kind of lost track of him. Last, I heard he was gambling money at a horse race and got in trouble. I pulled a few strings to bail him out. If you want, I have his record on file."

"I'll pass Mate."

"My point being, your father's actions do not define who you will be to your child. I vowed to never be like my father and be there for my wife and children."

"I took a similar pledge," Killian says, taking another sip of coffee. "It's just the children part is happening very quickly."

David pats him on the shoulder. "You still have time to prepare."

"Breakfast is ready," Mary Margret chirps. "Come and get it."

David stands up and goes over to his wife.

"Smells delicious," he murmurs, hugging her from behind. He begins kissing her neck. She laughs and swats him with the spatula.

Killian gazes at the loving couple and then over at Emma. Henry takes Jacob to the table and Emma puts her hands over her face for a few moments. He becomes concerned by this. He wonders what must be coursing through her mind. He knows he must find her some help. Despite Mary Margret's obvious efforts to make positive memories and experiences, it's not enough. They cannot just ignore what's happened to them. Emma needs help.

Maybe they all needed help?

Some David back story. Does anyone catch the pancakes reference from last week's episode?