Title: Coincidences

Summary: Emma finding her parents again.

The door looked just the same.

Same chipped green paint that creaked and indented, with scrapes of white showing the original color. Same black, blocked out "3," fashioned to be not quite straight and attesting to the shoddy craftsmanship. The gold-lined and fogged peephole, peeking at her like a rheumy eye.

It had been a year since she'd seen it, since she'd been inside the apartment building that led to the little loft. Just looking at it stirred her soul in a way she couldn't quite describe, an ache that started in her heart and spread out through her fingers.

Things were good in New York. No, not just good – excellent. She had her husband, who she thought she had lost forever and couldn't believe how much she loved. She had her son, who was getting brighter and more amazing with each day, thriving in the city. And she had her new little one, nestled inside her and shifting lazily, that she was so very anxious to meet.

But … she had missed them. She had missed Mary Margaret's annoying optimism and much-too-early morning clatter and gentle speeches with a glowing smile. She missed David's horrible attempts at subtlety and infuriating secret keeping and the way he'd cradle her head as he hugged her.

She missed her parents.

She bit down on her lip, reminding herself that she was almost thirty years old. She had been an orphan for twenty-eight of those. It's not like she had lost people who she'd known her entire life. But still … she missed them.

Carefully, she adjusted the shirt she was wearing. It was strategically cut, skimming her figure in a way that didn't let on that she was pregnant. She hadn't wanted to spring that on them, not when she had to convince them who she was. Graham had already grudgingly conceded in letting her come alone, while he and Henry set up a room at Granny's and no doubt would be playing darts all evening long.

Finally, she gathered her courage and knocked three times in quick succession.

It was quickly opened. David. He looked just the same. A smile tugged at her lips, as a wistful hope bloomed within her. "Hi."

Then, she watched as he staggered back and his face transformed.

Her face fell and her hands came up. "Don't close the door, I- … I'm, uh- … my name is—"

"Emma," he breathed, shock still coloring his words.

"David?" Tears built their way up into her throat but her lips quirked up. "You remember?" A relief she didn't know she needed built within her.

He tugged her forward, collecting her gently into an embrace. Emma's eyes fluttered shut, a warmth of familiarity flaring inside her. Still so cautious, David was. His hold was firm, but he kept a fair amount of distance, not closing her in any further. Part of her wanted to sink into the embrace, but another reminded her that it was for the best. Now was not the time to bring up her pregnancy.

"You remember?" David replied.

She nodded, blinking back tears. "Yeah. But Hook said you were cursed?"

He grabbed her hands, pulling her inside. He shut the door and bobbed his head. "We were. We're back … or we never left. We don't know. We're trapped again," he replied. His eyes danced across her face with a certain wonder.

"But you know who you are?" Emma clarified. It somehow made it better. She wasn't dealing with cursed personalities anymore; they were her parents, not her best friend and her best friend's lover.

"Yes, but we don't know anything about the curse: who cast it, nothing. We don't remember anything from the past year. It's like it's been … wiped away," he explained. A dark shade of worry and fear marked his face, but was overshadowed by the delight still inside it.

"Wiped away?" Emma repeated. Her brow furrowed in confusion. Why just a year? That made no sense. There were reasons that entire lives were wiped from memory last time. She had discussed it enough times with her husband to understand that. With most of their memories, the people of Storybrooke would seek out magic or family … happy endings didn't end. Her parents were even still together!

"Saying goodbye to you," he said, interrupting her thoughts. He came closer. His face was crumpled, eyes misting with tears. "It feels like it was yesterday."

Her breath caught in her throat. She looked away, tangling her fingers in the shoelace on her wrist. She felt every minute of their absence. It felt disproportionately painful that they didn't. She swallowed back the self-pity, turning slightly so she wouldn't have to look at him straight on. She thought for a moment, going over what she had been told. No clue who cast it, no clue why they'd been cursed … but they knew how long they'd been cursed. "Yesterday," she murmured. She looked up. "But how do you know that it's been a year?"

"Emma?"

Emma's head turned toward the stairs but she was caught in a blur of dark hair as her mother flung herself on her. She caught her with a huff, then was shot with a burst of realization as their stomachs touched. She looked down, her eyes widening at the distention that overtook Mary Margaret's small frame.

"As you can see," David said gently. He's looking at Mary Margaret with soft eyes, but when they turn to her she can see an apology in them. "A lot's happened."

Emma felt the tears she'd been keeping at bay bolt forward. She sobbed out once and she turned to cover her mouth, angry that she'd let it out.

"Emma." Mary Margaret's voice. Concerned, frightened, remorseful.

"No, no!" she said, trying to get her bearings. She sobbed again. "No, I'm so happy! I'm so happy for you." She swiped her cheeks, feeling the frustration of having them spill over bite through her. Her emotions were all out of control. She'd blame Graham later.

"Please. I know this is hard. You don't have to pretend," Mary Margaret voiced gently.

She shook her head, turning. Her face split with a smile, but she could still feel the damn tears on her face. "No, you don't understand. Dammit, it's the stupid hormones."

Her parents shared a look. "What are you trying to say, Emma?" David asked.

She laughed through the tears, feeling the irony build. "You say a lot's happened," she began, then pulled her hand down the front of her blouse to smooth against her belly. "Well, I might be able to call."

Mary Margaret's hands went to her mouth with a gasp. "Emma!" She rushed forward again, pressing her hands against her belly. "Sweetheart, congratulations!"

David is smiling cautiously from behind her mother's shoulder. "Coincidences, huh?" he said, his eyes twinkling.

She shook out another laugh. "Yeah, but a bit more complicated. I haven't even gotten to the married part. Or even the resurrection part and how I got my memories."

"Henry?" David asked.

She smiled. "Excellent. So's Graham."

Mary Margaret's jaw dropped. "Wait, Graham?"