lonelyduckling
Emma was well aware babies took up a remarkable amount of space given their size. The fact her brother had taken over any common space as well as the bigger of the spare rooms a true marvel. While she just needed a place to lay down at night, and perhaps a closet for her clothes. (She had lived in her car more than once, so it’s not like she needed much)
At hearing David’s voice Emma looked up, clutching at the white bundle that stayed remarkably clean— aside from the stain. “I was found with it. It’s how I knew my name.” Her voice was soft, trying to hide the sentiment held there. “Which means.. You sent me with it, right?” She’d been wanting to ask, the moment of her coming here had been a subject she often ran from, but she wanted to know, needed to know.
“It was all we really had for you at the time. I mean, of course we had other blankets, but this one was made for you.” It was special, because it was a gift. He just wondered why exactly she kept it. The fact that her name was attached? Maybe it gave her some connection? It wasn’t a question he would ask. If she wanted him to know, he knew it was information she would volunteer. “I can’t believe it’s in such good condition after so long. The material in the Enchanted Forest wasn’t usually the most durable.” It’s a joke, to lighten the mood a little. It’s a day he’ll never forget, but one that he frequently wishes to.
