[They have all the time in the world now. Even if it had taken some coaxing on Charming's part for Snow to 'take the plunge' here as it were. As worried as she was about everyone else back at Storybrooke. She's not even sure how to make it back. But there's time enough for all that years from now and that suddenly hardly seems to matter at seeing Emma so close. Hearing her. Being so close as to actually be able to reach out to touch her. For the first time in years.
It hurts. Thinking already of all that they had missed. Her first steps. Her first words. Her first day at school. All of that, they weren't there for. But now? Now they could be. From here on. A sort of quiet determination fills her then in vowing that to herself. That she never be parted from this child ever again. Remembering the ache of parting when she handed her baby to Charming. It's enough to bring tears threatening at her eyes all over again.
Only. Well. Yeah, okay, this probably does look rather alarming from poor Emma's perspective right about now.]
How? That is....
[Okay how to begin to explain? What would Emma actually believe? Least of all with Charming automatically coming out with her name like that? She purses her lips, glancing down for a moment as she seems to search for what to say. Well, in the end, didn't they always say that honesty was the best policy? It would at least explain Charming already knowing her name, at least.]
We're your parents, Emma.
[And how they all got here is a rather long story. Much longer than the one she was reading on the bed before they so unceremoniously interrupted her just now. But baby steps. They could explain in time as necessary, as Emma asks. Hopefully. Maybe. This is a start.
Even if it's probably obvious on instinct that Snow reaches for a second, once she rightens herself, to cup Emma's cheek but holds back, unsure how Emma might take all of this so suddenly. Whether she might believe them. Because of course it must have hurt her to be seemingly abandoned as a baby, with her not knowing the full story.]
This is just. Um, Kidnapping her back to her rightful parents right? This is fine.
It hurts. Thinking already of all that they had missed. Her first steps. Her first words. Her first day at school. All of that, they weren't there for. But now? Now they could be. From here on. A sort of quiet determination fills her then in vowing that to herself. That she never be parted from this child ever again. Remembering the ache of parting when she handed her baby to Charming. It's enough to bring tears threatening at her eyes all over again.
Only. Well. Yeah, okay, this probably does look rather alarming from poor Emma's perspective right about now.]
How? That is....
[Okay how to begin to explain? What would Emma actually believe? Least of all with Charming automatically coming out with her name like that? She purses her lips, glancing down for a moment as she seems to search for what to say. Well, in the end, didn't they always say that honesty was the best policy? It would at least explain Charming already knowing her name, at least.]
We're your parents, Emma.
[And how they all got here is a rather long story. Much longer than the one she was reading on the bed before they so unceremoniously interrupted her just now. But baby steps. They could explain in time as necessary, as Emma asks. Hopefully. Maybe. This is a start.
Even if it's probably obvious on instinct that Snow reaches for a second, once she rightens herself, to cup Emma's cheek but holds back, unsure how Emma might take all of this so suddenly. Whether she might believe them. Because of course it must have hurt her to be seemingly abandoned as a baby, with her not knowing the full story.]