It was a cold, cloudy afternoon in Storybrooke. Emma was sitting on the couch in the apartment she shared with her family, thinking about everything that was going on in her life, when she noticed her mother standing in the kitchen and staring at her. She felt slightly uncomfortable, as she knew that whenever Mary Margaret, or Snow, looked at her that way, it was because she was trying to find the right words to say something Emma most likely did not want to talk about.
It was not long before Snow approached her with a topic Emma had been trying to avoid for the past weeks. "I know this isn't easy for you, and I know it will take some time for you to adjust after all that has happened. I don't want to push you, Emma, but you have to give him a chance." Snow's eyes were filled with anguish. She could only imagine how painful it must be for James, being rejected by his daughter, his treasure, the precious bundle he had given his life to protect all those years ago.
Emma stared at the floor, unable to look at her mother, whose sad, begging eyes could have broken her heart at that moment. Those eyes she knew so well, those eyes which had shed so many tears because of David… because of her father. Emma still had a strange, awkward feeling whenever she tried to get used to the idea that David and Mary Margaret were her parents. She was over the anger she had felt about being abandoned, or at least she thought she was. Still, having her parents around did not feel natural to her, especially when those parents were about the same age as her. Especially when having her mother somehow meant losing her best friend, the only one who had ever understood her and accepted her exactly the way she was. And worst of all, how could she get used to having David as a father when most of the memories she had of him included him breaking her mother's heart?
"Emma?" Snow was still waiting for Emma to say something… anything. She understood what her daughter was feeling, but she knew she must say something, or else Emma would never let James in.
"Uh, yeah, sorry." Emma realized she must have been lost in her thoughts for at least a few minutes. She did not know what to say. She wanted get that wall down, she knew she had to. Still, it was so hard. "I just don't know if I'm ready yet."
"But how can you know before you at least give it a try?"
Emma thought for a few seconds before she said anything. She knew her mother was right, and she wanted to give her father an opportunity to get to know her. She did not want to admit it, but there was nothing she wanted more than to be able to get to know him too. She had been looking for her parents for so long, why was it so hard to let them in now that she finally found them? "What if I can never do it? What if it never feels right?"
"Emma, it's natural that you are feeling this way… you missed out on so much, you two never got to know each other. We never got to be a family, but now we are finally together." Snow knew that Emma's world had been turned upside down in the past few weeks, and she did not want to push her daughter too far.
"Can we talk about this later? I promise I'll think about. It's just… I need a little more time."
Snow was a bit frustrated, but she knew she should not insist, or she would end up driving Emma away. "Of course." She gave Emma a smile before she walked towards the couch her daughter was sitting on. "So what are the plans for today?"
Emma smiled back at her mother. She could not help feeling relieved that she had managed to avoid the topic for a bit longer. "No plans. What if we just stay in and watch a movie or something?"
Snow grinned at the question. She felt no need to answer. She grabbed a large box full of DVDs from a drawer and sat next to her daughter. "So what are we watching?"
"Um… I'll let you decide this time. Last time I got to pick it didn't end really well." Emma was now laughing, as her mother tried her hardest not to blush. A little over a month ago, Emma had convinced Snow, or Mary Margaret, to watch a scary movie with her. The woman had ended up in tears and made Emma stay awake with her for the rest of the night. When she was done laughing, Emma kept on looking at her mother, thinking about how ironic that had been. She had had to comfort her own mother when she was scared to be alone at night.
Snow was thinking about the irony as well. She did not think it was that funny, though, as it only reminded her of the fact that she never got the chance to comfort Emma when she had nightmares or was scared at night. She was determined not to miss out on any future experiences she could still have with her daughter.
"So, what is it?" Emma had a curious smile on her face.
"Well… Since Miss I-Don't-Watch-Chick-Flicks refuses to watch romantic movies, I guess we could watch the new Batman film. Maybe you should start learning about superheroes, since I guess now you are one yourself."
"Or… we could watch one of Henry's Disney movies… and learn about princesses, since now you are back to being one!" Emma looked at her mother, wondering if she hated the idea. "I mean… We don't have to."
"No! Of course we have to!" Snow loved the idea. She was surprised and thrilled at her daughter's curiosity. It was the first time Emma had shown interest in learning about her mother's past. "I can tell you how everything actually happened… You know, those movies are not completely accurate."
"I guess I realized that when we were in the Enchanted Forest and you shot that ogre with the arrow. I was not expecting that!" Emma was still amazed by how her mother had defended her from the creature.
"What, you thought I was going to sit there and watch?"
"I guess I was half expecting you to start a musical number with a couple of birds or rabbits or something… You know… like in the movie." Emma was now laughing again, although what she had just said was not entirely a lie.