It's not like she planned on finding a bottle of rum in the galley one night when she couldn't sleep, nor did she plan on her mother finding her considering said bottle and simply saying, "See if you can find a couple glasses."

And she really didn't plan on getting buzzed with Snow White either, but Emma didn't plan on a lot of things in her life, so for now she's just rolling with it.

Besides, her mom is funny when she's tipsy. True, she doesn't particularly need to hear that she "-must marry someone with a great ass," but she also gets to ask her mother questions she couldn't make herself ask sober.

"Okay, periods?"

"Clean rags usually. Huge wake up call when I had to clean my own as a fugitive. Of course you could always make a deal for a magical remedy, but as you know there's usually a downside to that option."

"Yeah, I'd pass," she nods, "So if we ever to go back to the Enchanted Forest I'd be sent on a mission to buy out every feminine hygiene aisle in fifty square miles?"

"It's a tough job, but you are the Savior."

They both manage to keep a straight face for five whole seconds before losing it, only the thought of somebody crashing the impromptu party finally quieting their laughter.

"I'd suggest picking up some contraception as well," Snow smirks, wiping at the tears her giggles have produced.

"Oh, that's right. No condoms over there, huh?"

"Nope. Sometimes I wonder what might have happened if there had been some."

Emma, having raised her glass for another swig, stops, suddenly very still, and Snow's eyes go wide, realizing exactly how her words sounded.

"Emma…" she starts gently, grasping one of her hands across the table, smiling softly when her daughter doesn't pull away but waits, eyes searching.

"Were you a surprise? Honestly yes, but never, ever doubt we wanted you. That nursery was only the tip of the iceberg. When the news came I quickly started making you a child's bow and arrows and I'm pretty sure Charming saw every horse breeder in our realm looking for the perfect foal to become your steed. When we found out you were coming, however, your father and I were still very young rulers. We had a lot to prove to ourselves, and to the kingdom we'd fought to gain. More than anything I wanted to be your mother, but I was also horrified at the thought of what our enemies might do when they found out about you. And on top of it all I personally worried every night about how I could ever measure up, how I could be everything you needed me to be."

Emma finds it very difficult to talk past the lump in her throat, especially when Snow's teary eyes meet hers, but somehow she manages.

"Who cares if I surprised you guys, I know you wanted me. Plus, you're an awesome mom, and if anybody ever says different I'll knock them on their ass."

"You really think so?" Snow breathes, wondering if she actually heard her daughter correctly.

Finishing her glass, Emma simply stands from her spot and moves around the table, ending her journey by Snow's side, her head resting on her shoulder. Snow automatically wraps an arm around her, and feels a few tears escape when she hears Emma whisper:

"Mom, I know so."