Prologue

It had been a year since Emma shattered the curse. It had also been 29 years since Snow and James had last seen their home. But they hadn't forgotten a bit of it. Henry was taken aback as he caught glimpse of where they would be living. The castle. His grandparent's home. His home. Snow smiled up at her husband, and took his hand as they led Emma and Henry to their home.

A Home Unforgotten

James carefully walked up to the doors of their castle courtyard, unsheathing his sword as silently and as carefully as he could. He gallantly swung open both doors, only to startle the newly-arrived residents. The dwarves were all there, along with servants, guards, Red and Granny. They had been waiting for their two monarchs to return.

What an arrival, Emma sarcastically thought to herself. She led her son inside the doors into the small courtyard that lay in front of them. Snow and James visited with the dwarves, servants, and guards, as Emma and Henry decided to get used to their new surroundings.

"Hey, kid. I've got an idea." Emma whispered to Henry.

"Yeah?" Henry gave her an enthusiastic look.

"I'm going to go look around the castle, and get used to it. With me?" Emma leaned down to Henry's eye level.

"Okay! But what about grandma and grandpa? Would if they come looking for us and get worried?" Henry's smile faded into a questioning look.

"Right…" Emma raised back up, took Henry's hand, and walked slowly up to her parents, still chatting with some guards.

"Snow?" Emma whispered, she placed her hand on her mother's shoulder.

"Yes?" Snow whirled around, as did James.

"Henry and I, we uh, were wonder if we could look around?"

"Just, don't get lost. Alright? This castle is bigger than you know. Trust me; I've had my fair share of getting lost here. But your father knew his way around. He'd always find me," She turned to her husband and smiled, as he returned the smile. He gave her a small kiss on the cheek, and Snow turned back to see Emma and Henry headed toward the doors of the castle.

"James?" Snow turned to her husband.

"Yes, Snow?"

"Do you think Emma will like it here? I mean, I know she's used to change, but this is a very drastic change…" Snow stared at the ground, wondering if Emma would ever adjust.

"I don't know, but we'll just have to wait and see. And I know, you're not used to being a mother, the way I'm not used to being a father. We'll have to adjust with her." James smiled at his wife.

"Together?" Snow looked up quizzically.

"Together." James repeated.

James tenderly embraced his wife. After 29 years, they were finally home. Where they belonged. Their tender embrace slowly turned into a sweet, long, passionate kiss. Snow let a sigh escaped her lips, as she laid her head on his shoulder. As they hugged, she wondered what had become of Regina. When they come back to The Enchanted Forest, she had been left behind in Storybrooke. Wandering through that empty town must be depressing. No one there to talk to, and no way to leave Storybrooke; for she would lose memory of her life as queen, and she would forget everything. Snow felt bad for her, even if she did try to kill her. Snow felt sympathy for any suffering life, even if that life was Regina. She was dazed in her thoughts until James pulled away. She smiled and started at his blue eyes, gleaming in the dwindling light of the day. They walked around the courtyard, with her hand in his, reminiscing of this land. As the day faded into blackness, they headed inside. The servants were busy preparing their evening meals. Emma and Henry had gotten used to the castle, and were already waiting for them in the dining hall.

"Hey." Emma casually said to Snow, as she walked up next to Emma and took a seat near her. James sat across from Snow, and Henry sat next to him, across from Emma. A servant walked up to them, with her hands bunched in her apron.

"A leg of rabbit, for me." James requested. "Snow?"

"I'm not hungry, but thank you." Snow insisted.

Henry's eyes lit up, as he realized he would finally get a taste of this medieval food.

"A-a mutton chop! And, and stew! Everything!" Henry stuttered excitingly.

"Henry…" James warned, with a scoff. The servant just laughed, and she understood. Emma was with her mother, she wanted nothing.

As James ate, and as Henry literally swallowed his food whole, Snow and Emma waited, and talked.

"So, Emma. How are you fairing with your new home?" Snow asked. She was nervous of Emma's response, but she didn't show it.

"Not bad… it's just…" Emma looked down at the floor.

"What is it?" Why? Snow thought to herself, Why did I have to ask her that? I'm making her even more nervous!

" Do I HAVE to wear the medieval clothes?" Snow silently laughed to herself, wondering why she had been worried.

"Not unless you want to wear that red jacket and jeans the rest of your life." Snow teased.

Emma chuckled at this remark, but was still serious.

"Only if you want to." Snow added.

James finished, and Henry had finished gobbling up every bite a long time ago.

"Well, shall we get going?" James asked.

"Where?" Snow responded.

"Bed." As he noticed Emma nor Henry were looking at him, he added a wink, and Snow blushed with a knowing smile on her face.

"Henry wants to see his room," Emma leaned in.

"Yeah!" Henry could no longer contain his excitement of being here.

"Of course. We'll show Henry to his room, then Emma." James stood up, followed by Snow and the others. James opened the door to a spare guest room, for they had many.

"Awesome!" Henry ran and jumped onto his bed.

James let out a small laugh, and proceeded to Emma's room. It was her nursery. They moved the crib into a small storage room just down the hall, and with the help of a few guards, pushed a bed to where the crib recently stood.

"There." James said with a tired sigh.

"Home sweet home," Joked Snow.

Emma sulked tiredly over to her bed, and with one move, crashed right into the soft pillows and quilt. Just like her son. Snow had a sudden realization and dashed out of the room. She came back and handed Emma one of her silky night gowns.

"You can change into this, once we're gone." Snow smiled as Emma took the soft fabric from her hands.

"Thanks, Mom." Emma sweetly said.

Snow's heart skipped a beat at the name. Mom. She called me Mom. She forced back tears as she left the room with James, gently shutting the door behind them. Walking a few steps towards their chambers, James turned to Snow.

"Ready?" He smiled.

"Ready for wh-" James cut her sentence off by cupping her face in his hands, and kissing her. The feel of his lips pressed against hers made her forget about her question entirely. When they broke free of eachother, he grabbed her hand and led her to their bed chamber.

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I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of UnforgottenHome! I will be uploading the second chapter very shortly, and I am excited to see your feedback on my first fanfic! Please leave a review, I'd love to hear your suggestions!