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Emma woke up disoriented, covers wrapped all the way around her body, hugging her not unlike a boa constrictor. She sat up, attempting to free herself of the confinements of her blankets. Looking around her room, she could see the sun peeking through the thick curtains covering all the widows and the balcony. Emma stretched her arms up as a yawn escaped her lips. She then swung her legs over the edge of her bed and hopped to the floor, the cool stones felt like ice against her feet after being encircled in her thick down comforter.

Emma stretched once more as she stood up, stumbling groggily to the curtains covering the balcony. Emma moved the heavy fabric away, revealing a breathtaking sight. There were glorious mountains, a lush forest, and a sparkling river all there spread out as if just for her to view. She hadn't had time to take in the sights since they had gotten to the Enchanted Forest. She understood why her parents had wanted to come back so badly because this was worth it.

"It's beautiful isn't it." Snow said, startling Emma as Snow walked towards her holding Johanna. "I forgot how much so." Snow looked down at her granddaughter.

"I've never seen something so…" Emma couldn't even find words to describe it.

"Enchanting?" Snow said smiling. Emma laughed at her mother's quip. "He's a natural, by the way." Snow said looking from Johanna to Emma. Emma looked at Snow confused, "Killian, he's a natural father. He's great with the babies, especially with his hand back."

"I had a feeling he would be." Emma said, moving towards Snow and caressing Johanna's cheek. Emma moved to scoop Johanna from Snow, but Snow pulled away.

"Killian is waiting for you downstairs," Snow said, "Go get a hot meal before I give her back, I know how hard it is to remember to eat as a new mother." Emma smiled at her mother as she bent down and kissed Johanna on the head and went to eat.

As Emma sat eating the stew placed before her, Killian sitting to her left and Henry to her right, she couldn't help but feel oddly comfortable with her surroundings. She had only been there less than a week and it already felt like home. Sure she missed electricity, indoor pluming, and the security of modern medicine, but somehow, she didn't miss it as much as she thought she would. Emma finished off her stew, sopped up the juice with her bread, and drank the rest of her water before sitting back and looking around. She hadn't had a chance to explore the restored castle since they'd gotten to the Enchanted Forest and when she had been in it before, it was in ruins. The stained glass windows were magnificent and the long carved wood table was so intricate and elaborate that Emma thought it could probably sell for a lot of money in Storybrooke.

Emma began to push her seat back to get up and found a servant ready to pull it out for her before she even started pushing it back an inch. Emma bowed her head down slightly as a thank you, Killian and Henry standing as she got up. Killian wiped his mouth with the cloth that had been in his lap and put it on the table as she walked towards Emma.

"David and Snow found a way for us to feed the babies while you're away." Killian said, encircling Emma in an embrace, "If it's ok with you of course." Killian pulled his head back a little to look Emma in the eyes.

"How? We don't have electricity or pumps here?" Emma said confused.

"Snow said she read something on something called a website that if a mother cannot produce enough milk and doesn't want to use formula that they could use goats milk." Killian said, "It seems that because your father was a farmer in his younger days, he knows how to milk a goat."

A smiled crept across Emma's face as she imagined David milking a goat.

"I think, that is a great idea." Emma said, wrapping her arms around his neck and standing on her toes as she gently kissed him.

"Ehhem" Henry cleared his throat.

Emma and Killian smiled against each other's lips as they turned to look at Henry, his arms crossed over his chest and him tapping his foot. Henry smiled as she joined Killian and Emma for a group hug. Henry broke free first, mumbling something about sword fighting lessons. Emma intertwined her fingers with Killian's as they walked to the courtyard. Emma breathed in the fresh, unpolluted air as she closed her eyes. Emma opened her eyes to see Killian staring at her.

"What?" Emma said, "I've never had air this fresh before."

"Aye," Killian said, "The air in your land was by far the dirtiest I've ever had filling my lungs."

Emma smiled, and turned towards the forest. She tried to imagine what her life would have been like if the curse has never been written. She wouldn't have Henry or her twins, Killian would still be a ruthless pirate, and she would have lived the life of a princess. Killian looked at Emma, noticing the thoughtful look in her eyes.

"What are you thinking about, love." Killian asked, stopping and pulling Emma closer to him.

"Just, what my life would have been like if I hadn't of been separated from my parents." Emma said, looking up at Killian and then resting her head on his chest.

"I imagine you would have had a life fit for a princess." Killian said, gently pressing Emma against his chest, his hand on her head. "But you needn't think of that now, we have made a beautiful family and our children will not long for their mother or father, I promise you that."

Emma wiped away a tear that had begun to fall, smiling and shaking away the sadness. Emma began twirling the ring on her finger, looking down at the green stone orbiting her digit. Emma pulled the ring off of her finger.

"Killian, I have a request, and it may sound a little insensitive, but hear me out." Emma started handing Killian the ring, "My mother had this ring through so much. She risked her life to steal it from my father and she risked her life to get it back for him. My mother putting this ring on, was the moment my father fell in love with her. It was the object that lead my father to my mother so that he could wake her with true love's kiss. I don't think I can wear this knowing that this ring is meant to stay on her finger." Emma took a breath as a sadness flushed Killian's face, "This doesn't mean I don't want to marry you, just that I think we should have our own symbol, something that is uniquely us." Emma closed Killian's hand around the ring and kissed the top of his hand. "Let's go put this back where it goes."