Chapter 2

Emma closed her eyes. "No wonder why I felt so drawn to him," Emma told her.

When Blue recovered, she brought Emma to face her. "Tell me how you met the Huntsman," Blue said.

Before Emma could start explaining, they saw Snow and Charming come out of the elevator.

"Henry told me Snow White and Prince Charming are my parents," Emma said. "Is he right?"

"Also known as Mary Margaret Blanchard and David Nolan," Blue confirmed for her.

"I don't know if I'm ready for them," Emma told her.

"They gave you your best chance when they gave you up," Blue told her. "I can tell you without a doubt in my mind they loved you from the second they knew Snow White was pregnant with you."

"That sounds like what I did with Henry," Emma said as she looked over at her son.

"Emma," Snow replied. She wrapped her daughter in a hug. "You saved us."

Charming nodded at Blue.

"Henry had something to do with it," Emma informed them. "And in a way, you did too." She looked at Snow.

"The book," Snow remembered. She opened the door and walked to her grandson.

"Your highness," Blue said to Charming when he hadn't said anything and just stared at Emma.

Charming looked at Blue as tears filled as he looked at his grown daughter. The last time he had seen her was when he put her in the wardrobe. He remembered telling her to find them. "Blue, could you give me a minute with Emma?" Charming asked.

"Of course, your highness," Blue said and then looked over at Emma. "Princess Emma, you should be tell them what you told me." She then bowed and walked toward the elevator.

"What's going on?" Charming asked.

"You first," Emma said as a way of evading his question.

Charming nodded. "I'm so glad you're alive," he said. "And you came for us. I put you in the wardrobe and sent you to this land."

"Wardrobe," Emma said thinking about August, "so August was telling the truth about himself though him turning into wood was a big clue."

"August?" Charming asked.

"You'd know him as a Pinocchio," Emma told him.

"Gepetto's boy?" he asked.

"Yeah," Emma said. She was a little uncomfortable what she was going to tell him. "Henry's book. When I picked it up, I saw you fighting for me. I was in your arms." She put her hand against his left shoulder. "You were bleeding right here. It was easy to see you were bleeding because you were wearing a white long sleeved shirt."

Charming kissed her forehead. "If we hadn't gotten you in that wardrobe, Emma, Regina would have surely killed you," he told her.

"I know," Emma said.

"You know you're mother is the one who insisted you go into that wardrobe, Emma," Charming said. "You come from two parents who have absolute faith in you. You found us."

Emma turned to look at Henry through the glass. "He had absolute faith that he would get me to believe," she told him. "It took him eating an apple turnover to get me to believe."

"He's okay now," Charming said anticipating her feelings. "It took your love to wake him up."

Emma looked at her father. "But how-"

Charming tilted his head and gave her a smile. "You do know your own parents' story, don't you?" he asked her.

"I've heard Henry's version," Emma remarked.

"I have to get my hands on this book," Charming replied thoughtfully. "Emma, the apple was poisoned, and it took my love for your mom to wake her up." He laid his hand on her shoulder and lightly squeezed. "I love your mother with all my heart, and I know without a doubt that a mother's love would work the same way."

"You loved your mother?" Emma asked him.

"I do," Charming confirmed using the present tense, "but I will tell you that you have a lot of me and your mother in you."

"Yes, I know," Emma agreed.

Charming grinned. "I know you do, Emma," he said, "but you also have to know from the moment we knew your mother was pregnant with you, we loved you." Charming hugged Emma while he ignored her protests. "We still do."

Emma uncomfortable with the show of love from the person who evidently was her father needed to tell him who her son's father is. She looked over at Henry. "There's something you should know," she told him.

Something in her voice alerted him. "Emma?" he asked.

"Graham is Henry's father," Emma told him. "I asked Blue and she told me Regina let Graham out of town to do her work-" She would have continued if she hadn't noticed he put his index finger over his mouth to indicate silence.

"I can understand that, Emma," Charming replied. "But how did you meet Graham?"

Emma looked at Snow. "I think she needs to hear this too," Emma told him though she knew she was stalling.

"What about Henry?" Charming asked.

"I'm not ready to tell him yet," Emma told him.

Charming nodded in understanding. "You know, sweetheart, you will have to tell him," he replied.

"But that day won't be today," Emma told him. "Can you just go get her?"

Charming nodded and opened the door. "Hey, Snow," he called. "Emma wants to talk to both of us."

Snow looked at Henry. "Will you be okay?" she asked him.

"I still need to check his vitals," Dr. Whale told her. "Go on to your husband." He gave Charming a weary look knowing Snow probably hadn't told him yet because there hasn't been time.

Snow looked at Henry.

"I'll be fine, Grandma," Henry told her.

Snow nodded and walked out the door, and then Charming closed it. She gave him an odd look. "What's going on?" she asked.

"Henry's father," Charming replied.

Snow looked over at Emma. "I thought you said he was a jerk," Snow replied confused.

"I was to think that," Emma told her and then before Snow could say something, she continued, "Graham is Henry's father."

"Well," Snow said surprised. "That explains a lot."

"What does it explain?" Charming asked.

"Emma had-"

"Still do," Emma corrected as she interrupted Snow knowing what she was going to say.

Snow sighed. "Emma has feelings for Graham," she told her husband.

"I don't know if I like the fact that he spared your life and then helped me escape from Regina just so we can have her and then he takes her away from us," Charming replied.

"Be careful," Emma warned him. "If he hadn't spared or saved either of you, me and my son wouldn't have been born either." She held her tears at bay knowing the pain of losing Graham again was slipping through after she had bolted it shut after months.

Snow laid her hand on Emma's arm. "Even though time was frozen, I do remember Graham leaving town, but not nine months before Rumpelstiltskin brought back Henry when he was a baby," she told him.

"That explains why Henry doesn't remember anyone leaving town," Emma replied.

"How did you meet Graham?" Snow asked wanting to know.

Emma closed her eyes for a moment willing the pain to stop, so she can go through this memory without crying. She looked over at the boy she made with Graham. "Graham came into the diner I was working at..."