Author's Note:This is my first fanfic! Please let me know what you think! I hope you like it!

"What the hell?!" Emma exclaimed, pushing the dirty pirate away from her as she kneed him in the balls. She couldn't believe this stranger had just kissed her!

She did not need this right now! Her day had started out normal, the same as it always did. But just as she was sitting down to eat breakfast with her son, the

doorbell rang. When she opened her apartment door, there was a man in a leather pirate costume with a damn hook for a hand standing in her doorway! 'How

odd', Emma thought.'Why is he dressed like that? Halloween's over.' Before she could dwell any more on it, the strange man then had the nerve to kiss

her! Emma stared at the pirate, fuming and in shock ."Oh well, it was worth a shot," the man said. Emma had had enough and went to shut the door in his

face, but the pirate stepped forward and stuck his hand on the doorframe to prevent her from closing it. "I know you don't remember me, but your family needs

you! They're in trouble!" he exclaimed. "What are you talking about? My family is right here!" Emma replied, confused. Before the creepy pirate could reply, a

baby's cry came from inside Emma's apartment. "I'll get her Ma!" a boy's voice shouted from inside. "You have an infant?" the pirate asked Emma in surprise.

Emma glared at him. "I don't know who you are, but my family is right here and they're fine. And if you ever come near me or my family again, I'll call the

police!" Emma exclaimed angrily. And with that, Emma slammed the door in the stunned pirate's face and locked it behind her.


She walked back into her kitchen where her son Henry was smiling, holding his 3-month old baby sister Aria. "Who was that?" Henry asked his mom. "No one

important. They obviously have me confused with someone else," Emma replied. She then walked over to Henry and took her daughter out of his arms. "And

how are you my little princess?" Emma asked the baby. "She's fine," Henry replied. "She just wanted to be held." Emma smiled at Aria. This was her family right

here. She didn't know what that crazy man was talking about. But she just shook her head and decided to forget about it.


Outside Emma's apartment, Hook just stood there, stunned. He couldn't believe she had had a baby! He was supposed to restore Emma and Henry's memories

and bring them back to Storybrooke. But they never expected Emma to have had a baby! Just then, a ringing sound came from inside his jacket. Hook pulled

out a cell phone from his pocket. "Yes?" he answered. "Well what's happened? Did you find them? Do they have their memories back yet?" said a woman's voice

on the other end. The voice belonged to none other than Regina Mills, who along with Snow White and her husband David had sent Hook to retrieve Emma and

Henry. They needed to bring Emma back to Storybrooke so Emma could defeat the Wicked Witch who was threatening them. Regina had given Hook a cell

phone and showed him how to use it so they could keep updated on his progress regarding Emma. "Sorry Your Majesty, but I was unsuccessful in my first

attempt. She doesn't remember me. I tried kissing her, but that didn't work," Hook explained. "YOU DID WHAT?!" Regina yelled. "You moron!" "Well it was

worth a try," Hook mumbled, embarrassed. "But that's not even the worst part! She has a bloody infant Regina!" Back in Storybrooke, Regina's heart sunk at

the news. There was a commotion on the phone in Hook's hand, and then another's woman's voice spoke. "Emma has a baby? How did that happen? How old is

the baby? Is it a boy or a girl?" asked Snow White, curious about her new grandchild. "I don't know" Hook told her. "I just heard it cry, I didn't actually see the

damn thing. But don't worry, I'll give Emma and Henry the potion and bring them back to Storybrooke." Hook then ended the call and left the apartment

building. He needed to think of a way to get Emma to listen to him, for all their sakes. Storybrooke and it's residents were in trouble and only Emma, the Savior,

could save them.