Emma didn't know how long she had been standing outside of her parents' room listening to their conversation. She had just left Killian a few minutes ago to get settled into his room and she was on her way back to her room when she heard them talking about her and Killian. Emma thought about leaving since her mother always said eavesdropping was rude, but the more she listened, the more she slowly began to understand where her dad was coming from.

Her parents didn't talk about King George very often but when she heard her father remember what he put her parents through, and how her father did not want to be like him, separating her from her true love, Emma started to cry.

She thought that her father was being so mean and selfish for treating Killian like he was beneath her, but in reality, he needed to be sure that he was the right man for her. While Emma already knew the answer to that, he needed to be sure.

Emma could be thirty-eight years old, or forty-eight and he'll still be watching out for her because he's her dad and he loves her so much, the same way she loves him. Her eyes swell with tears and a hand covers her stomach, and she remembers her mystery baby girl that she saw in her dream and how Emma would do anything to protect her from harm.

And she remembers why she was drawn to her parent's room in the first place.

"I want to see it again," Snow cries and Emma splays her left hand, showing off the blue jeweled ring Killian gave her minutes earlier. "You said this was his mother's?"

"It's the only thing he has left of her," she says, twirling it around her finger and she smiles thoughtfully, "and he gave it to me. Her name was Mariana,"

Snow looks at her curiously. "Was?"

Emma pulls back. "She died when he was a boy and he left home when he was a little older," she continues, "but the way he described her, she sounds like she was a wonderful person,"

Snow leans over and fixes her hair, smiling fondly. "This is nice," she muses and Emma cocks her head to the side. "You and me talking about your love, telling me things about him. I know there have been times when we haven't been particularly close and you've always been so rebellious against my advice..."

"I'm sorry about that," Emma says quickly, "I know you were only trying to help and I continually pushed you away; I thought I knew what I wanted and then life, or love rather snuck up on me and it changed me,"

Snow remembers her coming to her before having to leave with Charming and Red to find the Jolly Roger. "You wanted to talk to me about something, a dream you had?" she recalls.

"I wanted to talk to you about it but you were already on your way out to find the Roger," Emma starts, "I think it was about my future. Killian and I had been married for awhile and I was in labor. I gave birth to a baby girl and I begged him to take her to a wardrobe,"

"A baby girl, you're sure?"

Emma shrugs. "A girl, yes, what's still confusing to me is why I would want Killian to take her to a wardrobe. It was an intense situation and there might have been other things going on. He needed to grab a sword before leaving with the baby to get her to the nursery, so maybe we were under attack?"

Snow stands suddenly, walks over to the vanity dresser across the room, and removes a charmed necklace from her jewelry box, turning back to her. "Before your grandmother Ruth died, she gave this to me. Her mother gave it to her when she was pregnant; she said it was charmed by a gypsy to predict the sex of your firstborn before you're with child,"

Some comes back to the bed and sits across from Emma, showing her the medallion.

"And it works?"

"King George cursed me so I could never have children but your grandmother didn't know that when she

showed it to me. The waters from Lake Nostos cured me. If it swings from north to south, it's a boy and east to west, it's a girl. If your dream is really the future, and you saw it, then this will proof that you will indeed have a daughter,"

Emma's hesitant to believe in such superstitions, lightly touching the medallion and then backs away, looking at her. "Was it right later?" she asks.

"Predicting the sex of my child?" Snow counters, smiling broadly, "Yes,"

Emma takes the medallion from her, watching it find its bearings and then swing from east to west and Emma smiles, looking up at her. "My dream was true, then! I'm going to have a baby girl,"

Snow can't contain her joy and her eyes mist over, looking at her daughter. "I am so happy for you, Emma," she cries, hugging her tenderly. "You're going to be a mother and you and Killian, are going to be parents of a baby girl. This is wonderful news, Emma...have you thought about a name?"

Emma hesitates again and smiles timidly. "I'd been thinking about names all day and there was one that I thought was pretty," she recalls, "Clare, her name's Clare,"

"Clare," Snow says, trying out the name, "That sounds lovely Emma. Have you told Killian yet?"

"That we're going to have a daughter? I tried to earlier but he convinced me that it would be better to wait until later," she says, "He prefers to be surprised and he will be, especially if he expects a son,"

"David wanted a boy too but he and I are very happy with what we have," she teases, looking at her fondly, "Being a mother, it changes you, Emma. It's challenging but it's also an adventure and something tells me, you're up for it,"

Emma smiles hopefully and then frowns, remembering the bad stuff from her dream. "What about the rest of it, though? I'm happy that I know for sure that I will be having a daughter, but the rest of my premonition wasn't happy. It was dark. Something was after us, and we needed to protect Clare by locking her in a wardrobe," she cries.

"The future doesn't always make sense but I promise you Emma, we will figure it out together,"

"I hope so because if the rest of my dream comes true, then I'm going to be separated from Clare and we won't find our way back to each other for a very long time," Emma says sourly.

Snow reaches over and squeezes her hand, smiling hopefully.

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