Author's Note: I tried to get this one up as soon as possible. I've had a lot of charming family feels over the last few episodes! Is anybody ready for the season finale? I'm not.

Shuffling of feet in the hallways and random little hits against the wall was enough to wake Emma up. She groaned as she slowly opened her eyes. She contemplated going back to sleep when the noises calmed down outside her room until she heard a loud clatter of what sounded like glass spill on the floor.

"I just want to sleep…" Emma grumbled under her breath. She pushed the covers back and got off the bed. She walked to the door and opened it. Emma was about to walk out when a lady walked briskly by with a stack of plates that nearly covered her face. Emma jumped back. "What the hell is going on?" Emma said more to herself than anybody in particular.

She looked both ways before walking into the hallway and towards the many hushed voices up ahead. People were rushing to and from another room to this room bringing in dishes, decorations, and more.

David spotted Emma and walked over to her, "What are you doing up? We didn't wake you, did we?" He instantly felt guilty for not keeping the noise level down in the ballroom.

Emma ignored both of his questions in her tired state, "What is going on?" She stared at the people rushing to and fro with a side-glance over at David.

"We are preparing for the big ball," David watched as Emma's eyes got real big. "Your mother insisted that we have one because the kingdom needs to know everything is back to normal."

"Remind me to have a talk with her later," Emma said through a yawn.

David chuckled, "If your room is too noisy you can always go sleep some more in our bed…that is if you want to."

Emma shook her head, "I'm fine," David gave her a look. "Really." She reassured even though she really did feel like she could fall back asleep any minute.

David smiled trying to keep in another chuckle at how stubborn she was being this morning. "While you're up, care to help out?"

"With what?" Emma followed David's gaze out to the busy scene in front of them. "Oh! With this—um sure."

David motioned with his hand to have her follow him. He led her over to where some man was trying to hang up a lacey tapestry of some sort. David went up and talked to the man then came back over to where Emma was.

"Gordo seems to have everything under control, but occasionally he might need you to hold something in place. Sounds easy, right?" David smiled at his daughter even though he could see how tired she still was.

Emma lazily shooed him away with her hands, "Yeah, I got this." David chuckled with a nod and walked away to another person who needed his opinion on how something was supposed to look.

Emma looked back at Gordo, "Hi, I'm Emma. When ever you need my help, just let me know." Gordo, who was tall with black hair, looked over at her with an amused smile.

"I know who you are, Princess Emma." Emma tried not to cringe at the title because she still wasn't used to being called that.

"Oh, good. I think." Emma leaned back against the nearest wall, while the man chuckled and continued to work on the white lacy fabric. She could feel her eyelids began to grow heavy again as she stood there. Emma decided that resting her eyes for a little while wouldn't be a bad idea.

"Emma," She felt somebody gently shake her and she instantly opened her eyes with a gasp.

"What? I was just resting my eyes," Emma rambled in a panic. She didn't want David to think she fell asleep, which she did.

He gave her a small smile, "Go back to your mom and I's room and rest." When David saw that Emma was going to fight him on it, he gave her a look. "Humor me, please."

Emma sighed, "Fine…I'm not tired though."

"Of course not," David chuckled leading her out of the ballroom and towards his room. He let her go when they were at the final hallway and watched her open the door. He shook his head and mumbled, "She's like a younger version of myself."

Emma was secretly grateful that she was sent back to bed because she had to admit she was tired. Before she got on the bed, she saw another person lying there. It was her mother.

This shouldn't be awkward…I've shared a bed with Mary Margaret.

She tried to tell herself. Emma would find herself moving on the bed slightly than back off again with every thought in her head. She stilled when she heard a groggy voice.

"Just lay down, Emma." Emma did as she was told and got under the covers facing her mother's back. They both lay there like that for a bit.

Emma softly spoke into the silence, "How did you know that it was me?" Snow moved her body, so that she was now facing her daughter with a tired smile.

"Mother's intuition." Snow grabbed her daughter's hands to put them in between hers. "Besides, your father doesn't hesitate to get into bed. I could feel the bed move up and down and with all the ball stuff going on out there…I knew it had to be you." Emma's cheeks reddened a bit.

"Sorry," Emma whispered keeping her eyes focused everywhere, but on her mother.

Snow smiled, "Why are you sorry?" When she didn't get an answer right away, she guessed the reason. "For not being sure if it was acceptable for you to sleep in the same bed as me?" Emma nodded meeting her mother's gaze.

"Is it normal for a 28 year old woman to be in the same bed as their mom?" Snow laughed a bit in response and brought a free hand up to cup it around the side of Emma's face.

"Sweetie, nothing about our relationship is normal." She watched her daughter's reaction taking in every detail of her face.

Emma softly laughed at that, "I suppose you are right. Anyway, I really am sorry for waking you." Snow shook her head into the pillow bringing the hand that was around Emma's face back up near her own.

"Don't be." Snow's smile started to slowly fade, "We never got to have these moments when you were younger and I'm just happy that we can still have them. It's not too late." Emma swallowed the lump in her throat and put on her best smile. She wished that she could go back in time and recreate moments like these, but she can't. Not even her magic can allow her to do that.

"It's not too late," Emma repeated in a whisper as she closed her eyes and tried to settle the many emotions that were going on inside of her. It was moments like these that made her feel loved and wanted. No matter how weird or not normal situations like these were, she tried to make the most of it for her parents, for henry, and most of all for herself.

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