Disclaimer: Same as always.

A/N: Jumping back into the time period where most of the oneshots have taken place. In which Henry makes a stupid babysitting mistake and one of the girls officially gets their magical powers. And by officially, I mean in a way where everyone knows about it. It was only a matter of time before it happened. I was going to break this up into two parts, but decided to put it together for one long piece instead. I was thinking about how to approach the girls getting magic and thought that their magic might work a little differently from Emma's in some ways. I thought that the reveal should be somewhat big and imagined how scary magic could be to a child. Even one who has been hoping for magical powers. There will be a point where you'll get to see Emma showing her how magic can be fun, but I wanted this one to be a bit more serious because it's a big deal. Or at least I think it should be.

Rating: K+

"What's going on here?" Emma asked, alarmed.

Henry took a deep breath as he looked up at his mom and Killian. They were staring at the scene before them with looks of concern on their faces. And no wonder.

How was he supposed to explain this?

"Oh hey guys! Well. You left me in charge of my sisters and one of them almost got run over by a car and the other? Yeah, turns out she has magic and is completely traumatized because of it! But you know, other than that, everything is fine. So, how was your weekend?"

Maybe not.

He could only imagine the reaction that would have gotten.

"Henry?" This time it was Killian who spoke. "What's happened?"

"Well..." Henry said slowly, trying to buy himself some time as he thought about how best to respond.

Killian's question was a good one, though. What exactly had just happened?

The weekend had started out pleasantly enough. Emma and Killian had come to the conclusion that they needed to spend a little time alone and had decided to spend the weekend out on the Jolly Roger. They'd left Henry in charge of Catalina and Clara.

There were a lot of older siblings who would complain about having to look after their younger siblings, but Henry wasn't one of them. He knew that his mom and stepdad deserved a break, especially since they took so few of them. Besides, he loved his sisters and was absurdly touched that his mom and Killian had decided to trust them to his care.

He'd done a pretty good job, he thought. At least until tragedy had almost struck. But up until that point, he'd done well. Emma and Killian had headed out to the Jolly Roger late Friday afternoon and their grandparents had come to pick them all up to have dinner at Granny's.

After that, all Henry had had to do was get the girls ready for bed. He'd taken care to leave his bedroom door cracked open when he went to sleep, just in case Clara had one of her nightmares. He knew he'd still hear her scream even if his door was shut, but he didn't want to take the off chance that he wouldn't.

As it turned out, he didn't have to worry about it because Clara had slept all through the night. They'd spent Saturday morning eating cereal and watching cartoons in their pajamas. When lunch rolled around, he'd gone with a classic: peanut butter and jelly sandwiches along with apple slices and milk.

He'd taken them to the park to play after lunch and they'd spent a couple of hours there before coming home for dinner. Macaroni and cheese, per their request. They'd then played Candy Land while a movie played in the background and then it'd been time for bed.

Once again, Henry kept his door open and once again, it proved to be unnecessary. Much to his relief. He'd been worried that he wouldn't be enough to calm Clara down if she had a nightmare, but fate had apparently smiled on him.

And Clara for that matter. Every night that passed without a nightmare was a blessing. She'd gotten plenty of sleep and had been in good spirits pretty much all weekend. Catalina, too, had been her usual sunny self.

Henry had felt like ending out his, frankly, stellar weekend as a caregiver with a bang. He'd gone as far to make his sisters French toast. With powered sugar on top, thank you very much. And orange juice. Killian would be pleased to know that no scurvy was happening on Henry's watch. No sir.

Okay, so maybe Henry had been feeling ridiculously cocky up until this point. But hey, up until this weekend he'd only ever watched them by himself for a couple of hours at a time. It'd gone better than he thought it might. He'd kept both of his sisters safe and happy. Even after sad Clara had initially been while she was watching her parents drive away. Henry did have to give Catalina, their grandparents and Neal some of the credit for cheering her up, but still. Henry had been very proud of himself.

Of course, it's often said that pride goeth before a fall.

After breakfast, he'd sat down on the floor with them while they played and entertained them by making up stories. He'd successfully served them lunch and later on had suggested they go outside for a little while. Emma and Killian were due home sometime before dinner. Henry had been convinced that he would end his time as babysitter on a high note.

And then it happened. One of his sisters had almost gotten seriously hurt. Or worse.

They were out in the front yard playing catch when Catalina threw the ball too hard and sent it flying over the fence and into the street.

"I'll get it!" Clara offered, heading to the gate.

"Be careful," Henry cautioned. "Look both ways, okay?" He took a moment to scan the street himself. No cars in sight. He watched Clara stop on the edge of the sidewalk and carefully look both ways before darting out into the road. She ended up kicking the ball by accident and had to chase it over to the other side where it had stopped by the curb. She picked it up and started to head back.

And tripped. Over what, Henry couldn't see. But that hardly mattered. No, what did matter was the car that was driving down the street way too quickly. It had come out of nowhere.

"Clara!" Henry yelled and he dimly heard Catalina scream out their sister's name a moment later as he ran towards the street. Only to skid to a stop in shock.

Clara had just been encased in a thick cloud of shimmering gold smoke. And when it cleared, Henry was stunned to see that she had disappeared. The car continued its way down the road, the driver either not caring that they'd almost run over a child or not even realizing it.

"Clara? Clara!" Henry shouted. He spun around as he heard a cry of pain coming from behind him on their front lawn. Clara.

She was lying on her side on the grass as he ran to her. "Clara? Are you okay?!" She was slowly moving into a seated position, so she couldn't have been too badly hurt. At least that's what he hoped.

"It hurts," she whimpered, shaking, as he crouched down by her side.

"What hurts?" he asked, panicked.

"My arm," she cried. "And my hands."

"Let me see," he ordered, a little more sharply than he'd meant to. A hiss of sympathy and concern escaped from his lips as he took in the painful looking scratch on her left arm. After a hurried look down at where she'd been lying, he deduced that she had crashed into a rock that was sticking out of the grass. "Oh Clara. It's okay, you'll be okay."

It hurts!" she repeated, this time on a wail.

"I know it does, but you'll be okay," he promised in what he hoped was a soothing tone. He winced when he looked at the palms of her hands which were completely covered in scrapes. "Okay. We'll get you cleaned up and you'll be as good as new, okay?" He put his arm around her shoulders. "You're okay."

She leaned into him, still crying, and he murmured more words of comfort as he looked between where they were sitting and the road. How had she gotten from the middle of the road to the lawn like that?

There was really only one explanation.

Magic.

Seemingly convinced that she wasn't about to perish from her wounds, which looked worse than they were, Clara slowly began to calm down.

"Clara? Can you tell me what happened?" He asked the question carefully.

"I went to get the ball," she sniffled. "And then I f-fell and then the car was coming and..."

"And what?" Henry pressed. She gave him a bewildered shrug in response.

"There was a cloud of smoke and...and then I was over here," she finished.

"Clara? Did..." Henry had to take a moment to collect himself. "Did you do it? Did you make that cloud appear?"

"No?" She asked, confused. The girls did know about magic; had seen Emma using it, in fact. But knowing about it and wielding it were two different things.

He knew that he certainly hadn't done it and if Clara hadn't either, than that meant...

"H-Henry?" It was Catalina who had spoken, her voice sounding strained. Henry looked up at his other sister. Her green eyes were wide with fear and what looked like guilt. She was unnaturally pale and her hands were trembling. "I...I think." She took a shaky breath. "I did it."

"Ah." Okay, so that maybe wasn't the best response Henry could come up with, but that's what had come out. After all, what exactly do you say to your little sister who has just displayed a rather impressive show of magic? Especially for a six year old. "Tell me what happened."

"I saw the car coming towards Clara and..and..." Catalina lifted her still trembling hands in front of her in the direction of the street. "My hands got all t-tingly and hot and I...I just..." She trailed off, swinging her hands toward the lawn to demonstrate.

"You have magic," Henry said quietly. Catalina looked panicked in a way that Henry had never seen her look before. It unnerved him.

Her eyes filled up with tears as she shook her head at Henry. "I just wanted to save Clara. I didn't mean..."

"You did," he said quickly. "You...you were thinking about saving Clara and you did."

"But I hurt her!" Catalina cried. "I didn't see the rock, but I didn't...I didn't mean to..." Whatever words she'd been about to say died in her throat as she completely dissolved into tears. Clara had mostly calmed down, but seeing her big sister so upset had her lip quivering again. "I'm so sorry, Clara!"

"It's okay, Lina," Clara said, softly. "Don't cry."

"You saved her," Henry said firmly. "If you hadn't done that..." He didn't bother finishing the thought. He didn't want to say what could've happened out loud. "Hey. Look at me, Kitty Cat." The silly nickname he'd given her when she was born had stuck. "I know you're scared. Magic is...well it can be scary. But it's okay."

"I hurt Clara," Catalina sniffled.

"By accident! I know you didn't mean to do it. Clara knows you didn't mean to do it, too, don't you Clara?" Henry asked. Clara nodded anxiously.

"Don't cry, Lina," Clara pleaded.

"It's okay," Henry repeated, reaching out a hand to Catalina who immediately backed away.

"No it's not." Catalina shook her head.

"Yes, it is. You have magic. Just like Mommy," he reminded her. "She'll teach you how to con-"

"I don't want it!" Catalina cut him off. "I don't want magic! Not if it hurts people."

"You just have to learn how to control it," Henry promised. "Mommy will help you."

"No." She slowly began backing away.

"Catalina," Henry tried.

"No!" At that she turned on her heels and ran into the house.

"Catalina!" He called after her.

That was, of course, when Emma and Killian had showed up. On one hand, Henry was enormously relieved. He evidently wasn't equipped to handle this properly.

On the other hand, he had no idea how they'd take it. Everyone had wondered if either of the girls would have magic, but neither of them had ever shown any signs of having it. At least not that any of them had ever witnessed. Until today.

So now what?

"It was my fault," Henry said finally. "We were out here throwing a ball around and it went into the street. Clara ran out to get it. She was careful. She looked both ways and so did I. The street was clear. But then she fell and that's when she hurt her hands. The car came out of nowhere."

"The car?" Emma asked, panic creeping into her voice.

"Clara, darling, are you alright?" Killian asked, worried, as he knelt down on her other side. She lifted her arms for him to inspect.

"It h-hurts," she whimpered softly. If Catalina crying had upset her, seeing her parents so concerned made it worse. "But H-Henry said it was gonna be okay."

"And so it shall be," Killian assured her. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and she shifted her weight from Henry to lean against him. "Mommy will fix you up and you'll be perfectly alright. Don't cry, love. It'll be okay."

"Daddy's right," Emma promised. Henry had scooted out of the way so she could take his place by Clara's side while Killian talked. "I'll make it all better. Hold still for me, okay, baby?"

At Clara's nod, Emma gently placed her hands right above Clara's arms. A soft light flowed out of Emma's hands as she summoned her magic. She ran her hands down Clara's arms and to her palms, leaving perfectly healed skin in her wake. "There." Emma smiled at her daughter before leaning in to kiss her forehead. "All better."

"Thank you, Mommy." Clara gave her a small smile in return.

"Now that we've gotten Clara patched up," Emma said, pressing her hand to her daughter's cheek briefly before turning her attention to Henry. "Let's talk about that car."

"It came out of nowhere," Henry repeated. "I ran out to try and grab her, but then, well...something happened."

"Care to elaborate on that something?" Killian pressed.

"Well, Mom, it looks like Catalina really is your mini-me," Henry told her. A pause followed that statement and Henry could practically see the wheels rolling in both Emma and Killian's heads.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" Killian asked, slowly.

"Lina has magic," Clara supplied.

"Kid?" Emma's eyes were wide.

"Catalina has magic," Henry nodded.

"Ah." Henry couldn't stop the small chuckle from coming out of his mouth at Emma's response.

"That's what I said," he admitted.

"Huh. So, Catalina has magic. Okay. This is okay, right?" Emma asked and none of them were sure which one of them she was asking.

It was Killian who responded. "We knew this was a possibility," he reminded his wife, calmly. "In answer to your question? Yes. This is okay because you'll teach her how to use it. Our Catalina's a smart lass and she'll be a good student. The two of you can handle this. I know you can." He turned his focus back to Henry. "So tell me, lad, what did she do, exactly?"

"Clara was in the street and the car was coming and we, me and Catalina, we both screamed her name. That's when a cloud of smoke suddenly surrounded Clara and the next thing I knew, she was over here," Henry explained.

"I see," Killian nodded, glancing back at Emma. "And where is our new magic wielder now?"

"She's really freaked," Henry said, bluntly. "She didn't know what she was doing and unfortunately Clara hit a rock when she landed in the front yard. That's how her arm got scratched. Catalina panicked and she...well..."

"Well, what?" Emma asked, quietly. She was no doubt reliving her early days of getting used to magic.

"She was scared and freaking out and she said she didn't want magic. Not if it hurt people," Henry said, his voice solemn as he remembered how panicked his sister had been. "Then she ran into the house and that's when you showed up."

"Oh Catalina," Emma sighed, looking towards the house.

"Go. You're the one she needs to talk to right now. You're the only one who can completely understand what she's going through," Killian said gently. "You'll tell her what it was like for you and then you'll help her accept who she is. She couldn't ask for a better teacher."

Emma smiled at him as she nodded. "Okay." She nodded again, this time to herself, before standing. She'd known this day was probably coming, but had hoped she'd have more time. Catalina was still so young and to have this kind of power at her age, well, Emma wasn't sure how she'd handle it. But she would do her best to help her daughter.

Killian, Henry and Clara all watched as she headed into the house. "So," Henry said after a moment. He gave Killian a sheepish smile. "How was your weekend?" Killian let out a short laugh, much to Henry's relief.

"It was wonderful," he answered. "It was nice to spend some time alone, but it's good to be home. Especially in light of what's happened."

"Yeah, about that." Henry cleared his throat. "I owe you an apology. You trusted me to look after my sisters for the weekend and something awful almost happened. I shouldn't have let Clara go into the street by herself at all. That was stupid of me. Really stupid. This was my fault."

Killian studied his stepson for a few moments. The guilt was written all over the young man's face. "It's okay," he said finally, somewhat amused at the expression of disbelief that came over Henry's face.

"It is?" Henry sounded doubtful.

"Aye. It was an accident," Killian said simply. "I know that you would never intentionally put either of your sisters in harms way. The important thing is that Clara's alright and Catalina will be."

"I appreciate that," Henry said, gratefully. "But still. I'm sorry." Killian waved it off.

"If it'll help ease your guilt, than I accept your apology," Killian replied. "Now I think the only thing we need to worry about right now is what shall we do for dinner."

"I'll go see what we have," Henry offered as both he and Killian got to their feet. At Killian's nod, Henry headed into the house.

Killian then went into an elaborate bow that ended with him offering his hand to Clara with a flourish that made her giggle. "Your hand, m'lady?" She put her hand in his and let him pull her to her feet.

"Thank you, Daddy." She smiled up at him as he leaned further down to place a kiss on her hand.

"Shall we?" He asked, gesturing to the house with his hook. She nodded and they started towards the house.

"Daddy?"

"Hmm?"

"I had fun with Henry and Catalina this weekend. Until I fell." She screwed up her face for a moment as she remembered how much it had hurt. "The rest of the weekend was fun. But you know what?"

"What's that, love?"

"I missed you," she told him. "I'm so happy you're home!"

"Aw, come up here." Killian leaned down to pick her up. "I missed you too, little one." He kissed her forehead. "Very much. Now how about we go see what Henry has planned for dinner?"

A worried frown appeared on Emma's face as she headed upstairs towards Catalina's room, noting the flashes of light that were coming from that direction. She took a deep breath to steady herself as she walked down the hallway to her eldest daughter's bedroom. Her breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of her daughter.

Catalina sat cross-legged in the middle of her bed clutching her two beloved stuffed puppies, Cocoa and Cinnamon, in her arms. Her face was twisted in anguish and her eyes were full of panic as tears streamed down her face. Every light in her bedroom was flickering uncontrollably. Even the lights in Clara's room and the bathroom the sisters shared were flickering.

Emma recognized a magical meltdown when she saw one. She'd had enough of them to know. She stayed in the doorway, understanding all too well that as much as she wanted to go comfort her daughter, she needed to talk Catalina down first. The last thing she wanted was to make it worse.

"Catalina? It's Mommy," she said softly, not wanting to startle her. Her daughter looked at her with wild eyes.

"Mommy!" Catalina whimpered. She sounded more scared than Emma had ever heard her and it made her heart ache. "I can't make it stop!"

She really is my mini me, Emma thought, sadly. "It'll be okay, honey," she said. "I know this is scary, but it'll be okay."

"I want it to stop!" Catalina cried.

"I know." Emma had to work to keep her voice calm. The last thing Catalina needed was to see how worried she was. "You're having a magical meltdown. It won't stop until you calm down."

"I don't want magic." Catalina sniffled, her eyes darting over to one of her bedside tables as a particularly bright flash shot out of the lamp on it. "I hurt Clara! I d-didn't mean to!"

"I know," Emma said quickly. "Henry told me and Daddy what happened. You got scared. That's okay."

"But I hurt her." The whimper was back in her voice.

"Have I ever told you that I accidentally hurt Henry with my magic once?" The look of astonishment on Catalina's face told Emma that she hadn't. "I did. Actually, before I hurt him, I accidentally hurt Grandpa."

"You hurt Grandpa?" Catalina was incredulous.

"I lost control of my magic," Emma told her. "And I panicked. I know exactly how you feel. It's scary when you can't control your powers, but it'll be okay. You'll be okay."

"I j-just want it to stop," Catalina cried. "Make it stop!"
The extra burst of emotion caused one of the lightbulbs in the room to explode, making Catalina scream.

"Look at me," Emma ordered, gently. "Come on, honey, look at me." Emma forced a smile onto her face as Catalina's tear-filled eyes met her own. It took everything in her power not to rush over and pull her daughter into her arms. But that wouldn't help her. Not yet. "That's it. Keep your eyes on me."

"I'm scared," Catalina sniffled.

"I know, kid. I know. Everything that you're feeling right now? The fear, the panic, the shame - I felt it all too. You know how I got over it?" Catalina shook her head. "I was lucky to people who loved and supported me. Just like you do. But it's hard for people without magic to understand. Lucky for me, I had Elsa. I've told you about her before, remember?"

"Y-yes," Catalina said, with a jerky nod.

"Do you remember me telling you that Elsa has ice powers? She made a snow monster once, she got so scared. She even trapped us in an ice castle once. Every magic user knows how you're feeling now, honey," Emma told her. "But she learned how to control her powers and helped me learn how to control mine. You know what she taught me?"

"W-what?"

"That I would never be able to control my powers until I accepted them. Until I accepted myself." Emma smiled at her again. "I know that right now you probably feel like you don't know who you are anymore. That's how I felt. Like I was a completely different person and I didn't know if I wanted to be that person."

"But you know what? I was the same person that I'd always been. And so are you. The magic is a part of you. It always has been, you just didn't know it," Emma's voice was soft as she continued. "Now you do and yes, it's scary and overwhelming, but you can handle this."

"H-how do you know?" Catalina asked, her eyes still full of panic.

"Because I know you. You are still my brave and confident girl. You don't have to be afraid of your powers." A pause as she considered the current situation. "You just have to learn how to use them and I'll show you. I'll teach you everything I know. But first, you need to embrace this part of yourself. You can do it. I believe in you, baby."

"I...I can?" The question was asked hesitantly.

"Yes," Emma answered with a nod. "You just have to love yourself. And let me tell you, there are so many things to love about you. Your magic is just another one of them. Believe that."

Catalina drew a shaky breath as she thought about it, keeping her eyes locked on her mother's. "You can do this, Catalina," Emma encouraged her. Another breath and then the lights slowly began to flicker more slowly. "That's my girl," she said, proudly. "You're still you."

"I...I'm still me," Catalina managed. "I can l-learn how to control my magic."

"You will. I promise," Emma assured her as she took a couple of cautious steps towards her and gave her an encouraging smile, even as she saw a bit of wariness appear in her daughter's eyes. She held out her hand to Catalina who looked at it, not moving. "Take my hand. It's okay."

"O-okay," Catalina agreed, though Emma could tell she wasn't completely convinced that nothing bad would happen. But she lifted her hand and after another moment of hesitation, carefully put her hand in Emma's.

A moment later the flickering stopped. "It...it stopped," Catalina said, sounding somewhat amazed.

"It stopped," Emma repeated, giving her hand a little squeeze. "I knew you could do it." There were still tears rolling down Catalina's cheeks so Emma sat down beside her, letting go of her hand to extend her arm out in invitation.

This time Catalina didn't hesitate. She instantly fell into her mother's loving embrace. "Thank you, Mommy," she said softly, holding onto her tightly.

"All I did was encourage you," Emma said gently. "You were the one who made it stop. Remember that."

"I love you," Catalina told her.

"I love you too, baby," Emma replied, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "And I'm proud of you." She held onto Catalina for a few minutes longer, figuring both of them needed it after that. It'd been hard enough for Emma to go through her first magical meltdown and she'd been an adult; she couldn't imagine having to deal with one as a child. "Very proud."

Emma looked up when she heard a light knock on Catalina's doorframe to find Killian. "Hey," she said.

"Hey," he answered softly, his eyes landing on their daughter. Catalina didn't seem overly panicked at the moment, but he could tell that she wasn't quite herself. "I've come to tell you that dinner is being prepared by chef Henry." He smiled at Catalina. "Spaghetti and meatballs. Your favorite. I think there might be garlic bread in the works as well."

"Ooh that sound good, doesn't it, honey?" Emma asked their daughter.

"I...I guess," she answered. She was eyeing Killian somewhat warily. Emma guessed it was because she wasn't sure how he'd react to her having magic.

"Everything alright in here?" Killian asked. He slowly moved towards them, his attention on Catalina. "Alright, lass?"

"I have magic," she told him, quietly.

"So I heard," he said with a nod as he carefully sat down on her other side.

"I told her that I'd show her how to control it," Emma put in.

"Then I suspect that she'll have it under control in no time." Killian smiled at his wife before bringing his attention back to Catalina. "You're a smart lass, Catalina. Not to mention a tough one. With Mommy's help, I have no doubt in my mind that you'll figure this whole magic thing out in no time."

"You...you really think so?" Catalina asked, anxiously.

"I know so," he said, gently. "You can do anything you set your mind to, Catalina. Including learning magic. I know that I can't help you as far as that goes. But I can promise you that I'll always be here to support you in whatever way you need." He gently tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. "Don't be afraid, love."

"But magic's scary," Catalina argued.

"It can be, yes," he agreed. "But it can also be beautiful. It's all in learning how to control it. And you have the best teacher in all the realms. Mommy will show you the right way to use it and then who knows? Maybe you'll use it to help people."

"I'd like that," Catalina admitted, giving him a small smile.

"Aye, that's because you have a good heart. I trust that you'll use your magic to do wonderful things," he said, lovingly. "You're still my Catalina. And I love you from now and for always. Magic and all."

"I love you, Daddy," she said, leaning over to hug him.

"You and Mommy will figure this out," he promised, kissing the top of her head. "In the meantime? We have a nice dinner being prepared for us. Maybe we should go down and see if Henry and Clara need any help?" At this, Catalina's face grew wary again.

"What's wrong, honey?" Emma asked, gently.

"Are they mad at me?" Catalina asked.

"Mad at you?" Emma frowned. "Why would they be mad at you?"

"Because I ran away from Henry when he called me. And I threw Clara into that rock," Catalina answered, wincing as she remembered.

"Your brother and sister love you," Emma reminded her. "I don't think they're mad at you. Just worried."

"Everything will be alright," Killian assured her. "Come, love. Let's go downstairs and you can see for yourself."

He ended up leading the way downstairs with Catalina coming down behind him and Emma after her. At the moment, Clara was kneeling on a chair at the table in front of a tray full of buttered bread while Henry stood beside her. She was holding the container of garlic powder and he had his hand over hers, showing her how to sprinkle it on the slices of bread.

"Just like this, see?" He was saying. "You try it on these pieces," he added, gesturing to some of the slices they hadn't gotten to yet. "Not too much," he cautioned. "Not too hard." He watched her carefully imitate their previous movements.

"Like this?" She asked.

"Just like that," he smiled at her. "Good job," he said when she'd finished, holding his hand out for the container.

"Ah, I see that you've found yourself a sous-chef, Henry my boy," Killian said brightly.

"Clara's been a very good helper," Henry confirmed, making Clara beam. Her eyes brightened as she spotted their sister.

"Lina!" She scrambled off of the chair and headed for her. Catalina, meanwhile, instinctively stepped backwards towards Emma.

"It's okay, honey," Emma said calmly.

"Are you okay?" Clara asked her sister.

"Yeah," Catalina nodded. "I'm...I'm sorry I hurt you."

"It's okay, Lina. Look!" Clara held out her arms for Catalina to see. "Mommy made it all better."

"Aren't you scared that I'll hurt you again?" Catalina asked her.

"No," Clara said, sounding confused. "I'm not scared. You're my big sister!" Catalina gave her a tentative smile while Clara closed the gap between them and flung her arms around her. "I love you, Lina."

"I love you too, Clara," Catalina said, seemed relieved as she hugged her sister back.

"Me next," Henry said, joining them as his sisters pulled apart. He knelt down in front of Catalina and gave her a hug. "You okay, Kitty Cat?"

Catalina took a minute to look at each member of her family, believing in that moment that she was indeed okay. "I think so," she answered, finally.

"Good," Henry smiled at her. "You want to come help us finish making the bread?" She nodded and with that, the three siblings went back into the kitchen. Emma, meanwhile, moved next to Killian and slid her arms around his waist as they watched them.

"So Catalina has magic," Emma said quietly, feeling a rush of nerves at the thought of having to teach her how to use it. But as she watched her three children together, laughing at something Henry said, she smiled. "This should be interesting."

"I suspect it will be," Killian nodded, a smile on his face as well. "Two magic wielders in the house. That should liven things up a bit." His gaze fell on their youngest. "Who knows? Maybe we'll end up with *three* magic wielders in the house."

"Maybe," Emma acknowledged. She grinned up at him. "That'd really make your life interesting, wouldn't it Jones?"

"It would indeed, my love," he chuckled. "It would indeed."