After some time, Emma had given up hope of finding Henry any time soon, so she began to wander on her own thinking she couldn't get anymore lost. Emma passed tons of halls until she came up to an area that had a bunch of pictures from Storybrooke along the wall. A few of the pictures had Henry and Emma in them and some were of her and Snow before they knew they were mother and daughter. She followed the wall into a bigger room and inside she saw pictures she had never seen before. These pictures were of her mom and dad. Emma stared at each picture trying to date the picture, but she couldn't. They were so in love, Emma thought. She looked around the room and one picture stuck out to her: the one of her mom pregnant with her. Emma walked over to it and traced the outside of the frame, just thinking.
"That's one of my favorite pictures." Emma jumped and turned to look behind her. Charming smiled, "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."
Emma returned the smile, and then returned her attention back to the picture. "I thought all these pictures were destroyed?"
"All the pictures from before except for these. We found them in the rubble and Snow just had to have them framed and in the house." Charming watched Emma with curiosity.
Emma continued to stare at the framed picture in front of her feeling a bunch of emotions that just wanted to come out, but she held her composure. Charming decided to continue talking seeing as Emma was still thinking over some things.
"She was about 6 months with you when we decided to get the picture taken. Of course, like any other new parents-"
Emma interrupted, "and the King and Queen." Emma gave her father a look that resembled Snow's.
Charming smiled warmly, "and the King and Queen," He paused with a grin, "We picked up three of everything: clothes, diapers, baby furniture. You name it, we had it."
Emma stopped staring at the picture thinking she would probably cry. She gave her dad a weak smile, "I'm sure I would have loved it." Charming couldn't help, but have an image of a baby Emma running around the palace in his head. It saddened him knowing that he missed so much, but he put a smile on his face for Emma.
"Now that I think about it, Snow had so many dresses made for you." Charming smirked at his daughter knowing she hated dresses. Emma pretended to be disgusted, which made them both laugh.
Snow popped up behind Charming after hearing her name as she was walking around the house, "What about me?" Snow smiled at both Charming and Emma. She wrapped an arm around Charming looking around the room they were in.
Emma smiled and then put on a face of disgust, "You would have made me wear frilly dresses?"
Snow's smile grew, "Only while you were still young enough for me to pick your outfits. I'm pretty sure you would have fought me on it as you got older." Emma was about to defend herself, but knew it probably would have been true. Emma sat down on the bed that was next to her.
Charming knew Emma would have wanted to learn how to sword fight over learning how to dance. Snow would have insisted she be a proper lady, but they would have both known that Emma was just like them. He walked over to his daughter and held out his hand to help her up, "Ready to see your new room, princess?" Charming grinned knowing that Emma preferred not be called that.
Emma playfully rolled her eyes and took his hand as she got up, "As long as you don't call me that again."
Snow watched how father and daughter interacted and it warmed her heart to see these two together after all this time. Charming kept his grin as they started walking out of the room and into the nearby hallway, "I can't promise that."
Author's Note: I know this is shorter than usual, but I wanted to get a chapter posted ASAP. I've had work every day this week and have had almost no time to sit down and write. The next chapter will be a lot better and a bit longer :) hope you still enjoy it though and thanks for the ideas guys! :)