Emma was packing for her trip with Mr Gold when she heard the careful knock on her door. Immediately knowing who it was, Mary Margaret and Henry just normally let themselves in.

"Come in."

"Snow is downstairs getting Henry packed, are you sure you want to take him?"

"Yes I can't leave him again... I promised him. Plus I would be worried sick if I left him here with Cora and Regina doing a disappearing act... Dam it why can't he tell us where we are going, why all the secrets, he is making it hard to pack." She was having trouble closing the zipper on her bag.

Emma threw up her hands in frustration. David walked over to the bed to close the bag for her, sensing that there was more to Emma's mood that the lack if room in her luggage. "You don't have to go if you don't want to, we can find away out of this."

"No we can't, you heard him. I am not going to let him hurt anyone because of me."

David deep down knew she was right, still didn't mean he liked it any better.

He was just about to reply to her when something caught his eye in her wardrobe. Where she had pulled everything out to pack, things had started to fall to the floor.

Emma was talking to him but he apparently he hadn't heard a thing. She stopped trying to sort the mess on her bed to see what he was staring at. "David? What are you.."

He moved towards the closet the white material barely making an appearance.

It couldn't be, could it? It's not possible. David moved the clothes that were on top of the white material and gently picked it up as if it was about to disintegrate in his hands.

It was he couldn't believe it, even now being in his hands. The white softness of the wool and the purple silk ribbon going through the edges. He turned it over to where Emma's name was embroidered in the same purple. His eyes filled with tears making the blue eyes shine.

Emma just watched him in silence. Shocked at his reaction to her blanket. The only other time she had seen this look on his face, was when the curse had broken and her parents saw her for the first time as their daughter. Just just Emma, the best friend and the town sheriff.

He cleared his throat trying to form some words. "You kept this" it wast really a question, and his wasn't really saying it to Emma. He walked back over to the bed and sat down, his eyes never leaving the blanket.

"I never thought I would see this again." He was a little but more composed and coming down from the shock of seeing the blanket.

"It was the only think I had of my parents, it always confused me."

"What do you mean?" Looking at her for the first time. Emma hasn't really spoken much to either Mary Margaret or David about her childhood. Wanting to leave it in the past where it belonged.

"I could never get how my parents didn't care enough that they left me on the side of a road, but take the time to make something so personal and pretty. It gave me hope though, that maybe at some point I was wanted."

"Oh Emma" David put his arm around her shoulders. "You have to believe me when I say that you were wanted and loved so much the second we found out Snow was expecting." He smiled a little remembering the way snow had stubbornly made the blanket that was on his lap. It would keep her up for hours trying to finish it. Determined to do it herself.

"The day your mother finally finished this blanket, she ran as much as she could into my office to show me. She was so happy that she could make it for our little girl... Having to wrap you up in it and put you in that wardrobe well." He broke off even thinking of that day. It felt like his heart was being torn from his chest. The feel of his daughter in his arms whilst the sword getting dangerously close to her, Snow's painful cries in the background, and then having to place his baby girl in the wardrobe not knowing if he would ever see her again.

Emma had leaned into him a bit, that or he had pulled her closure thinking of that day.

"I know, that you wanted me. I saw what was meant to be the nursery. It would have been amazing growing up there. With you guys."

He gave her a kiss in her hair, handing back the blanket to her. "It would have been. I'm sure you would have wrapped your mother and me around you little finger."

She laughed pulling away slightly not regretting the contact as they had both needed it.

David smiled at his daughter "if you are insisting on going on this trip, try to call as much as you can. You know your mom will be worried"

"Just her?"

"Well ok if you are being picky. Just make sure you and Henry return back safely." All she could do was nod. Even after the time she had spent with both parents she was still getting use to being worried and cared about. It was a nice feeling.

With that be picked up her back and took it downstairs just in time for Gold to turn up.