Author's Note: Finally, the end! Thank you to everyone who followed this story so patiently!

David kept sighing, and Mary Margaret was starting to become annoyed. After Emma and Hook revealed Klaus's true nature, David had become a little sullen (right after he raged about the prince and demanded to punch him). He hadn't slept well that night, resulting in both Mary Margaret and David waking up early the next day and also was to blame for Mary Margaret's current state of grumpiness. After tossing and turning the whole night, David had gotten up and started to pace the floor of their bedroom, but Mary Margaret refused to move from under the covers. ("It's not even light out, David!")

"When is our daughter going to be happy, Snow?"

Mary Margaret shrugged, slightly irritated. He wasn't going to drop this. She pushed the covers off her and rolled out of bed. There goes her hopes of him shutting up and allowing her to fall back asleep.

"I mean, none of the men who came here worked out. The last one was psychopathic, for crying out loud!"

He paused.

"Percy and Gregory were okay, I guess."

"You didn't like them either. Not in the end, anyway." Mary Margaret pointed out. "And the Klaus situation was handled without too much trouble."

David clenched his fist.

"If that royal brat tries to start anything again, I swear I'll-"

"Hey now." Mary Margaret moved to massage his shoulders, and she could see him immediately begin to calm down.

"It's just that…I want her to be happy. As happy as we are."

Mary Margaret smiled, and placed her head on his shoulder.

"And she will be. One day. She has to find her own way."

David sighed once more.

"I guess you're right."

She beamed.

"And I think you'll find that it might happen sooner than you think."

David turned and stared at her in confusion, but she just shot him a smirk as she moved towards their walk-in closet. Once they were both ready, they headed down to breakfast. It was kind of nice, Mary Margaret mused, just the two of them, spending some quality time together.

"Maybe we should see if Emma is awake. She did she was going to bed early last night, and left before we did."

Mary Margaret coughed discreetly. Their daughter had left early, feigning fatigue do to the stress of the ball and the whole Klaus episode. David had believed her, but Mary Margaret saw the look she was giving Hook, and realized that Emma had another reason for leaving early. Not to mention that the pirate disappeared soon after. She had almost rolled her eyes at how obvious they were being. She knew something was brewing between them for a while now. It was hard to miss the yearning looks Hook kept shooting at Emma, and when she cornered him after he stormed away when Klaus first arrived, her suspicions were confirmed. The pirate was indeed in love with the princess. He tried to deny it, but Mary Margaret managed to coax the truth out of him. If the look Emma gave him the night before was indication, she felt the same way Hook did. She smirked. She remembered her conversation with Emma about him, and how Emma was in denial about her feelings. She'd come so far now! Mary Margaret was proud.

"I think we should let her sleep in, dear."

"But we should at least go check to see if she is alright. Especially after the events of last night."

"Oh, trust me. I'm sure she's very much okay."

"If you're sure."

In order to take his mind off things, Mary Margaret convinced David to take a walk before breakfast. They set out for a long walk among Mary Margaret's prized rose garden, enjoying some much deserved alone time before heading back to the dining room. They were still a tad too early, and it was a while before the rest of the castle's residents trooped in. Hook and Emma were the last to arrive, and of course, they arrived together. They both looked exhausted but happy. Emma was practically glowing with happiness, and Hook looked more relaxed than he had in days. They both had giant grins on their faces and greeted the table with a bit too much enthusiasm. Mary Margaret could have sworn that they were holding hands when they entered. Both Neal and Henry smirked at each other, giving each other high fives across the table. Regina just smirked, and Mary Margaret had to hide her own smirk behind a goblet of juice. Only David remained oblivious.

As the rest of the meal dragged on, it became evident to others at the table that Emma and Hook were now an item. They could keep their eyes off each other, and their smiles did not diminish. Mary Margaret saw Leroy slip a large golden coin into Granny's hand, grumbling under his breath, and she regretted not getting in on that action. She caught Hook's eye, and raised her goblet at him in a silent toast, and he bashfully returned it. He turned to Emma and placed a light kiss on her cheek before rising to fetch himself a napkin to replace the one he had passed to Emma after she had dropped hers on the floor in shock, choking on her toast when Roland innocently asked why she had a red mark on her neck (that she had tried to cover by sweeping her blonde mane to a side).

"Hey!"

Mary Margaret turned to her husband, who seemed hellbent on getting her attention. His eyes had a vague expression of panic, but his smile was reminiscent of a madman. He indicated that she move in closer so that he would whisper something in her ear.

"I think Hook is in love with Emma!" He whispered furiously.

Mary Margaret could only laugh in response.