There was just something about the way that Mr. Gold had spoken to Emma about Henry… about children… as if he had a clue what he was talking about. Mr. Gold, knowing something about children, Emma mused. Perhaps even being a father himself? Nah, not a chance. The man was too… uncaring, too calculated, too powerful, to have ever been able to let his walls down far enough to become a good dad, right? And really, Emma couldn't possibly imagine how Mr. Gold's kid would turn out! It'd take a one-of-a-kind person to be a "true love" to that mess.