Mary Margaret groaned into a pillow as the sunlight crept through the curtains of her little family's loft. Big family, she corrected herself as she thought of Emma and Henry and even Regina and Gold. She wasn't keen on the idea of adding Hook to the mix even though she could tell he was smitten with her baby girl. Woman. Snow spent a lot of time correcting her thoughts these days as their world had gotten more and more complicated. Still, what she had now was happy ending enough- she and David finally knew their daughter and grandson and they'd even been blessed with a second chance to raise a child. Mary Margaret was glad they chose "Neil" as the little prince's name, but part of her had been worried about Henry's, Emma's, or even Gold's reaction. Her fears were quieted when everyone had seemed touched by the gesture and Snow was happy to honor the man that had saved them all. Still, her motherly instincts wanted to time travel to 18-year-old Emma's world and use a well-placed fist to his face for abandoning her daughter, even if he was convinced it was the only way to save everyone in Storybrooke.

"Morning, beautiful." Snow was so engrossed in thoughts of family she hadn't noticed her true love stirring beside her. David's ice blue eyes flickered open as he reached over to gently rub her back. "Neil's finally asleep?"

"Yessss, thank goodness. I feel so guilty for complaining about it when I just got him back in my arms, but I need my beauty sleep!" As she turned to face him, Snow's nose crinkled in her usual sweet smile that made David feel at home.

"You're always beautiful, but," he took a deep breath, lowered his eyes and shrugged, "if I have to kiss you constantly just to make sure you're not under a sleeping curse, I will. It's a tough job, but someone's gotta do it."

Snow raised her eyebrows as she let out a scoffing laugh, "Oh really? Who says I'll let you kiss me after that speech?"

The Charming's playful banter continued until their increasing laughter reached the ears of a very little and very awake prince in the next room. Just like the royal he was born to be, Neil already demanded attention.

As soon as Neil's cries reached Mary Margaret, she gave David one last peck on the lips and rushed to greet her sweet baby.

David almost felt jealous at her enthusiasm to leave him, but if he was honest with himself, he couldn't wait to be a father for more than a few seconds between birth and magical tree cabinet. Still, it was strange that his own daughter had a son older than his, but nothing would ever be normal in the Charming Clan.

Snow cradled the second product of their true love as she gently sat down in a chair. "I know we were just all together last night, but do you think we could have a family breakfast? Henry told me Emma made him pancakes all the time in New York!" Snow chattered excitedly to Charming as she lovingly breastfed her son, the glow of a sunny day and happiness all over her fair features. She had certainly been able to embrace motherhood and "grandmotherhood" just as easily as princess and bandit. The woman was impressive.

David chuckled, "Well we can certainly try, my love. But you know what happened last time I tried to get ahold of Emma... Come to think of it, where did she sleep last night?"

Sudden looks of realization played on both parents' faces as they took in their daughters' likely location, and more difficult to swallow, her likely companion.

"No," Snow gaped, "She wouldn't! Would she?"

David raised his arm, open palmed as his eyebrows wryly shot up in an expression of resigned acceptance. "They did seem pretty cozy last night under the stars."

"What?! You never told me," she accused.

"Well dear, you were busy with our sweet son and being a gracious party host. I didn't want to distract you... or them, to be frank," a small smile played on the corner of his lips.

"How can you say that, David? Neil just died. She just decided to make Storybrooke a home with her family!" Neil squirmed at Mary Margaret's sudden passionate movements. "A pirate?! Not to mention a pirate who shared a bed with her son's grandmother!"

David walked over to his wife and placed a calming hand on her shoulder. He knelt down in front of her chair so they would be more eye to eye as he said lovingly, "I know it's not conventional. I know they'll have a lot to overcome together. And believe me, I was not ok with this in Neverland, and I let Hook know it," the defensive fire in his eyes led an extra truth to his comment. "But, when he saved me, and I saw how he would do anything for Emma, he started to grow on me." Charming looked out the window thoughtfully before continuing, "Maybe just like heroes, villains are made from choices, not from birth. And, they can take choices to leave that life, too. Hook… Killian is leaving that life for Emma."

Snow looked deep in thought as if trying to recall something as she let her husband's words soak in. "I wish I could remember meeting them in our past more clearly. I'm guessing a trip for two back to the beginnings of our true love gave Emma a little push," she smiled with lips closed and a familiar look of slight sadness came to her eyes.

Charming leaned in to kiss Mary Margaret on the cheek and whispered, "You didn't miss out again. Parents don't always see their children fall in love."

"You think she loves him?" Snow's voice was almost a whisper.

"I think she might. It's hard to resist devotion like Ho... Killian's."

Her inquisitive eyebrow made Charming smile and he told Snow every word he could remember from their heart to heart by the campfire.

"I would go to the ends of the earth -and time- for her."

"Clever pirate that he is, he also threw telling me he hoped I'd remember my comment about how her parents should be able to respect that he loves her so much and sacrifices himself for her."

"Wait. He said that? You said that?" Mary Margaret was in shock at all the revelations of a leather-clad man who hadn't exactly oozed lasting romance.

"Without him, I may never have admitted my feelings for you or doubted going through with my marriage to Abigail."

Snow still looked deep in thought and a little disbelief as she admitted, "Well I have to be honest, I do appreciate that they both seem to understand the others weakness for running away and feeling alone. And, ok yes, he did do a decent job watching Henry when Zelina was 'in town', but really? 'Captain Innuendo'?"

David laughed heartily at the nickname before gently scolding, "We were a shepherd and a bandit, Snow."

She snorted, "I would say stranger things have happened, but this may take the cake." She sighed resignedly. "Ok, go ahead and call Emma and Henry. And... Hook… assuming he's really with our daughter. OH, and I doubt Regina wants to see any of us anytime soon, but invite her too. I'll finish giving Neil breakfast and start on the pancake mix!"

David smiled, well, charmingly at her enthusiasm and leapt to his feet. He gave his lovely princess one last kiss and declared, "I'm on it!"

"Mmmom?" Henry gently knocked on Regina's bedroom door. It was 9 am and he was as sluggish as any pre-teen boy waking up before noon. Still, Henry was always quick to want to spend time with his family, and David had called to invite him over. Henry still laughed every time he thought of their wayward driving lesson. What an incredible world he was part of! Henry was related to Peter Pan, Rumplestilskin, a Lost Boy, Belle, an "Evil" Queen, Prince Charming, Snow White… and his two moms were in love with Robin Hood and Captain Hook. Thank God he never had to make a family tree for a class project- what a mess!

Henry opened the door cautiously and crept in. His mom's normally tidy and minimalist space was now a shrine to a heartbroken woman. Used tissues were sprinkled all over the bed and floor and his mom appeared to be in the same clothes from last night as she lay clutching a pillow on top of the covers. Henry was nervous for Regina. Last time she had felt this kind of pain, Storybrooke was created via curse and he had the book to prove it. Still, Robin was alive, unlike her first love. Couldn't this all get sorted out somehow?

Regina groaned when Henry gently rubbed her shoulder.

"Mom? Are you up?"

"Go away, Henry. It's too early."

This did not sound like the rigid authority figure he had grown up with, nor the fiercely protective and loving mother she had become during their quest to save him in Neverland. She sounded… dejected.

"Mom, I just want to make sure you're ok."

"Yes, because violently waking someone up after one of the worst nights of their life will instantly make them feel 'ok', Henry." Regina instantly regretted the venom in her voice and vowed to save it for more deserving people like that damn Snow White and her always-butting-in daughter. She sighed as she slowly stretched and sat up to face the one good thing left in her life. "Sorry, Henry. I just thought it was possible for me to have a happy ending for awhile."

"Mom," he pleaded, "don't give up yet. Happy endings are all about hope."

"That's my son, ever the optimist," Regina paused, a sad, distant look in her eye. She shook her head back to the present and noted Henry was dressed, his messy hair the only indication he had been sleeping until recently. "Where are you going?"

He looked down with a hint of… nervousness? "Well, Grandpa –David– asked if we wanted to come over for pancakes." He looked up hopefully.

Regina's eyes widened momentarily at the audacity of the Charmings to goad her son into asking her when she clearly would want to avoid them. But then they always were delusional in thinking the entire world should fall all over themselves to be in the presence of their snooty "true love". For Henry's sake, she bit her tongue and simply said, "Oh. Ok. I'd rather stay here and clean up a little." She also wanted to check on the time portal remains to make sure her "dear sis" was permanently gone.

Henry nodded in visible disappointment but managed a small smile, "Ok, mom. I hope you feel better. I'll be back later to check on you."

When did he get so grown up?