What had she just done? Of course she didn't mean to say that. They want to be her parents more than anything, and they want to make it up to her, but what does she do in return? She backtalks to David - she will still not call them Mom and Dad. It's just insane calling people the same age as you your parents - and tells him and Snow that they don't deserve to be her parents. How can she face them now?

She has to face them eventually, because they're all the only three here since the curse struck decades ago.

Great.

Emma was deep in thought as she made her way around the outside of the house and found the hose. It was laying down on the ground in the middle of a big circle of blankets being hung from the above wires. The blankets were layered and dark enough for the person inside to be hidden from the outside world, and were tall enough for them to not even be seen.

When David came in from his hose shower (which seemed like an hour ago, but it was only 15 minutes ago), he had informed her that there were no Daddy Longlegs whatsoever along any part of the house. He was right; there wasn't even a single clump of them.

She went to the knob of the hose and turned it to the left, hearing the water come out of the mouth of the hose.

Her eyes wandering everywhere around her, checking for any strangers or bystanders, she carefully lifted one of the blankets and squeezed inside the - rather large - circle of privacy.

Not bad, Emma thought.


Five minutes later, Emma set the hose down on the ground as the water sprayed the dirt at her feet. She had a well, thought-out apology set for her speech for right when she walks inside. She didn't even want to give them trouble over a stupid hose, and there wasn't anything to forgive them of. David had the right to shout at her when she backtalked.

After she got fully dressed in the same clothes she's been wearing this whole trip, she hung the blanket back up on the wire where she took it down to dry herself off.

She was nervous. Yes, she planned on what to say, but Emma didn't feel comfortable apologizing to David and Mary Margaret about something so stupid like arguing over a hose shower, but she had to eventually.

Carefully opening the door, she peeked in through the crack just to see Snow laying on David on the couch, attacking each other's lips. At the noise, they suddenly untangled themselves from each other and looked up from where they were laying on the couch.

Caught again.

Big surprise.

Emma opened the door wider and stormed into the kitchen, looking for something. She noticed it wasn't on the coffee table anymore, so David probably put it up. David and Snow watched silently.

"Emma-" David started carefully, sitting him and Snow up into a sitting position.

"To hell with it! Let's go," Emma said to them as she stormed back outside the front door with the picnic basket. It was going to take a lot more courage to talk to them. She wasn't ready.

Snow and David looked back at each other. Snow got up from sitting on half of David's lap and held out her hand, pulling him up from the couch.

He saw the hurt appear on her face again. For the last 10 minutes, he had finally cheered her up, and kept her happy, but now that Emma returned, the hurt was back, and he did not like when Snow was hurt. Automatically, he gathered her into his arms into a snug embrace.

"We were doing so great earlier this morning," Snow murmured into his shoulder. She hadn't reached the point to tears again, and he did not want her to.

"I know, but we're going to be that way again," He soothed. They slowly broke apart, not really wanting to leave this place again. David put his hands on her arms as they just stood there. He leaned in slowly and placed a gentle kiss onto her forehead. When he pulled away, he saw that a smile had appeared on her face. He smiled back, reassuringly.

"I sure hope so," Snow said quietly.

David changed the subject. "I'm glad she didn't walk in a few minutes later than she did, or else she would definitely not be happy with us for scarring her for life."

Snow laughed, gently punching him in the shoulder. She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him sweetly on the lips.

Wanting to continue what was going on on the couch, David tried to deepen the kiss, but once Snow realized (finally) what he was doing, she stepped back with a smile, her hand pushing him slowly away.

"Oh, Charming," She chuckled. "Our moody daughter is waiting outside for us. We don't want to keep her waiting, now would we?"

David sighed. "No, I guess not," A grin grew on his face unexpectedly, leaning his forehead against hers. "But she doesn't have to wait that long."

Snow's smile widened as she quickly pecked his lips, not taking her forehead off his. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pecking his lips again. And again. And again. The pecks soon turned into a passionate, leisurely kiss. They didn't want to leave his house again. The last time they stayed here, they definitely did not want to leave. They sure did enjoy that time together on their wedding night.


About 10 minutes of sitting on the small porch steps outside the house, boredly waiting, Emma finally heard the front door open behind her. She got up and started walking away from the house, still not comfortable facing her parents.

David put an arm around Snow's shoulders as they watched their daughter lead the way away from his house. He kissed her cheek, and then they started to follow Emma. A few steps away from the house itself, David turned around, grabbing Snow's hand. He watched the house carefully.

His childhood was here. His old home. This is where he spent his entire life, living, before that little imp showed up and flipped his life over. But if that hadn't happened, he wouldn't be standing in front of his house at this very moment with his very beautiful wife and moody - but wonderful - daughter.

He now has only shared his house with Snow just three times: the first time wasn't really inside, but Snow was outside of his house, and that is where she first met his mother.

The second time was right after their wedding, but right after his mother died. Lancelot told them to go back to his house and spend the night, just the two of them. He remembers how he told Snow to stay put while he blindfolded her, and then led her to his house and to his bedroom. Before he blindfolded her, he quickly disappeared and found many red roses to trail to the bed and over it. He remembers Snow's expression on her face when he took the blindfold off from behind. It was their first time, even for the both of them, but they would never forget that.

The third time here together was right now. With their daughter, Emma. How they got here in the first place was definitely a complicated story. It didn't just go from meeting each other, courting, marrying, conceiving, and having a family right here at his home. No, it went all over the place. They met, they were separated; they met again, they were separated again. There was escaping, fighting, doubting, violence (yes, getting hit with a rock by his beautiful wife was very painful), and finally battling a dragon to get to his true love, who, of course, was asleep with a sleeping curse. Then their wedding (their first one, that is) wasn't the wedding they had expected, their only audience being his own mother, but it was worth it. Their daughter was conceived in his former home, they moved into a castle, only to be separated (again) by a dark, powerful curse, being transported (barely alive) all the way to town called Storybrooke in a state called Maine, where they walk around blind with completely different identities, until his own daughter comes driving in and breaks the curse, and that same day, they're transported back to their land (not the way they expected to be transported), and here they are, in the middle of a fight with their daughter, standing and watching his old house with Snow.

It definitely did not go just like meeting each other, courting, marrying, conceiving, and having a family right here at his home. Not like that at all.

David turned around and followed Emma, with Snow right beside him. She squeezed his hand in reassurance, looking up at him. He was clearly focused on his daughter ahead of him, leading the way along the forest trail, but he could feel her gaze on him. He squeezed her hand back.

Right. The past is behind them, back at his home; their future is ahead of them, inside their castle and through the wardrobe, back to Storybrooke. But he wouldn't mind bringing everyone back to the kingdom, and things going back to how they were before the curse. He wouldn't mind at all.

He just needs to focus on the present. On his family. His daughter. His wife. Himself. The castle. Their home.


A/N: I'm sorry updating is taking a while again! A lot of Writer's Block going on, but it won't last very long. I have many surprises in store :) thanks for reading! I have summer school stuff again this week (Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays), so I won't be able to update during the day. Don't be afraid to request something that happens! REVIEWS HELP.

Oh, and if anyone was confused when I sometimes mention Snow as Mary Margaret, I do that because Emma still thinks of her as Mary Margaret, not Snow. David (Charming) is... well... David (Storybrooke)... I don't want to call him Charming throughout the story, because it's just like some stranger calling someone by their nickname someone else gave them... you know?