Emma was more than ready to relax. Not only had she just messed up her one night away since moving to this little town, now she had just added another mouth to feed.

He probably has to go to the vet too, Emma thought glumly. How much do dog shots cost?

She should have thought this threw better, she had never had a dog. She liked them, but she really had no idea how to care for one. She had never had the chance growing up. None of her foster homes even allowed pets, let alone teach you how to take care of one. She tried to reason with herself that that was the exact reason she had brought the mutt home in the first place. For Henry, so she could give him everything in this world that no one had ever thought to ask her if she wanted. And boy did she try, but she couldn't deny that smaller part of herself, that young girl watching her first foster father walking out the door. She knew deep down, when she had looked into that dogs eyes that they were one in the same. His beautiful blue eyes held the look you got when you had been left alone.

So now she had a dog. Henry has a dog, Emma reminded herself. She walked into her bedroom, plugging her iPod into her speakers so she could listen to music during her bath. It was then that she realized she had forgotten her wine glass down stairs. Bottle of wine without a glass, classy Swan, she thought, turning around to head back down stairs.

She ran into a furry object as she did so, crashing to the ground at an awkward angle in her desperate attempt to save the wine bottle.

Hook leaned over her, still giving her that doggy smirk that unnerved her so.

"What are you doing?" Emma asked righting herself into a standing position. "Make yourself at home means dog stairs!" Emma grabbed Hook by the collar to lead him back down.

After retrieving her glass Emma went back up, making sure to shut the door behind her. Turing up her iPod she began filling the tub, stripping over her clothes as she went.

Music began filling the room in a low beat.

"Every time that you get undressed, I hear symphonies in my head. I wrote this song just looking at you. Oh oh oh, yeah the drums they swing low, and the trumpets they go-"

Hook stared at the closed door, behind which music was playing. Swan had shut him out. Rude. The handle looked simple enough, it was flat and the door swung inward. And, you know, pirate.

The music turned up just as he leapt upward onto the handle, as he predicted, the door swung right in.

What he hadn't predicted was the sight before him.

"Is it weird that I hear violins whenever you're gone? Is it weird that your ass reminds me of a Kanye West song? Is it weird that I hear trumpets when you're turning me on? Is it weird that your bra reminds me of a Katy Perry song? Every time that you get undressed, I hear symphonies in my head. I wrote this song just looking at you. Oh oh oh, yeah the drums they swing low, and the trumpets they go-"

Swan stood before him in nothing but flimsy undergarments. Long, long legs. Golden locks falling down her smooth creamy back. While he might not understand what a Kanye West was, he thought the song was quite fitting.

Oh I'm most certainly sleeping here. He couldn't seem to tear his eyes away as Swan reached a hand around her back to undo one of the last shreds of clothing keeping her from his eyes.

He must have made some sort of noise, or the Gods did just truly hate him, as it was that moment that Swan noticed him in her room.

"Jesus Christ!" She yelled, jumping back a few feet, nearly sending herself into the tub in the process. "Don't do that!" She scolded after collecting herself.

For nearly the first time in 300 years Captain Hook felt embarrassed. Spying like a pimple faced lad. He dropped his eyes to the ground and shuffled his paws a bit. To add to his embarrassment, he felt the tip of his tail give a sad little wag, as if pinning it between his legs and dropping his ears wasn't pathetic enough.

"There's going to be no keeping you out is there?" His head shot back up as he heard her laugh. It didn't believe he had ever heard such a noise in all his years. She has already stripped down and was now sinking into the soapy water as the music played on.

Embarrassment forgotten, Hook padded into the bathroom. He was surprise at how good the cold floor felt under his paws. Laying down next to the tub, it felt even better against his side and legs. He raised his head to see Swan sipping her drink with one hand, while holding a small book in the other. As the music changed to another song, he lowered his head onto his paws and let out a large sigh.

He was startled by the fingers now working their way through the fur between his ears. Not that he was going to complain.

Emma spent the night without so much as a wink of sleep. It wasn't because her pillow would fluff right - which it wouldn't – or because her blankets were twisted. They most certainly were though. No it was nothing so simply fixed. No, it was because of the large furry beast taking up about 90% of her bed forcing her to sleep in a small ball.

Hook was sprawled from one corner of the bed to the next, and refused to be moved. Every time Emma attempted to shift him to one side of the bed, or down to her feet he would let out a grumpy sigh and snuggle further into her sheets without even waking. As a result Emma was tired, had a kink in her neck and entirely too warm from all the dog hair that was surely working its way into her mattress where it would live forever, mocking any vacuum that dared to try and get it out.

After tossing and turning for another half an hour, Emma finally gave up and got out of bed. Henry would be home from Avery's soon anyway. He had said that he wanted to work more on Operation Cobra and Avery's parents had agreed to bring him by.

The whole fairytale thing was a bit concerning to Emma. An active imagination was one thing, he son had always had one. Believing everyone in town was from a book he had gotten from his new teacher was another thing. Emma wanted to be mad at her, this Mary Margret, for starting this whole curse business, but she couldn't. Not when Emma had seen the way Henry had lit up that afternoon when Emma picked him up from school. Not when suddenly her son wasn't the new kid feeling out of place at his new school but a boy with a mission.

A top secret mission, she reminded herself. Henry had told her it would be their secret, and as much as Emma knew she shouldn't encourage this fantasy, she revealed in the idea of being the one her son shared his secrets with for a little while longer. Henry would be a teenager soon, and when he was would he still talk to her about everything the way he does now? She didn't think so. Alas, Operation Cobra would have to be allowed to play out.

Just as Emma had filled a large bowl she had gotten from David Nolan with dog food, Hook came padding down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Here boy." Emma said, shaking the bowl a bit before setting it down on the ground.

Never in her life had Emma seen a dog look so offended. Hook's tail had stopped its leisure little wag, and he looked back and forth at Emma's own breakfast and the bowl on the floor.

"No. Absolutely not. That is not for you!" Emma scolded when Hook lifted his nose to the kitchen table. Grabbing her plate Emma pointed to the dog food bowl again. "Eat."

Hook's tongue darted out to lick his nose as he continued to stare at Emma's plate.

"I said no. And no means no this time." Emma responded, thinking of her failed attempt at making him sleep in the living room last night.

"You are not getting this." Emma snapped.

Hook merely looked at her.

"Shut up." Emma said a few moments later, around a piece of pancake as Hook ate her bacon out of his dog food bowl. His tail wagged.