He had a talk with Mary Margaret, well Snow White, and she was trying to help him. She tried her best to convince him that he'd be able to move on that things would get better and he'd find another true love, one that would be his true love right back. He didn't want anyone else he wanted Emma and he was afraid to let go of that. He was afraid of loosing that last familiar part of his life. He had died, he lost seven months of his life. Everyone had moved on,  grew older,  gained new alliances.

He had nothing, he had no job, and he found out everyone had changed around him. He didn't feel like he fit in anymore. What was worse  was that he didn't feel much like a huntsman anymore. How would one go back to living with out electricity or bathrooms or freezers. Emma was the last thing he could hold on to, the only thing from before he had passed away that hadn't changed in his mind. It was why doing what was right for her and bowing out of the competition was hard for him.  He couldn't be selfish with love, but he wanted to and it was fighting him. He needed to get over Emma, but the recent news was making him more  in pain..

His worries about loosing Emma, the only thing that remained the same from his past, was now not his only concern.  He could picture it now. The baby crying at night and Bae getting up to get her and that image frustrated him. He wanted his daughter to get to know him as her father as the one that came to check on her when she was crying. To be there to experience the entire thing, yet he couldn't do that with Baelfire in the picture. He didn't want his daughter thinking of Baelfire as her father. Sure, part of him felt bad for thinking that, but he still felt that way. He also didn't  want to exclude Baelfire, he just.. His thoughts kept rotating fast.  He had always pictured finding love like Charming and Snow White. Being able to kiss the woman he had  child with while rocking  in a chair with her and the baby.  The image of him standing outside his house verses Emma and her extended family standing outside of their house made him realize he had no chance of showing his kid how much he loved her. In fact he could picture her grown up, being happier with a huge family than just him. 

"STOP IT" He screamed and threw something into the mirror in the living area. He didn't bother picking up the pieces he just decided he needed to focus on something else and decided to walk outside and do some cleaning. Graham grabbed a rake and  started to gather up the leaves. He had gotten one pile together when suddenly Emma had gotten his attention  and asked if they could go inside. "Yea.. sure.." He placed the rake a gainst the side of the house and walked inside. "Watch the glass.. don't ask."

Timeline:  Sometime after Baelfire returned and Before Emma leaves town.

Emma Swan

At least he was going to talk to her. She didn't actually know what he'd wanted last night at all when he walked out of the shop. When they had indeed found out the baby was not only a girl but it was Graham's baby. Emma was positive of that. She had made love to Graham the month before when they went on their picnic by the Troll Bridge. Yes, she was calling it the Troll Bridge and not the Toll Bridge as it was called in this.. realm as they liked to say. It was where her parents had pretty much fallen in love. Where they found one another again when they were here. Even if they weren't Snow White and Prince Charming. They had true love.  Did Emma know what true love was really? No, she'd only ever been with Neal at least in a serious relationship. Then she had gotten caught by the police and had their son behind bars. 

Now she was here stood, pregnant with Graham's baby and it was her this time that wsa shutting him out of her life. At least that was how he felt about it. But that was not the case. She wanted him involved in every aspect of the baby's life. This was nothing like Henry's life. The Sheriff of Storybrooke would not deny this child her father or any aspect of her family. Well o.k. perhaps she'd thought about when Gold came over to visit when everyrone that the baby would be spending time with Graham. Because if that was one person she did not want around the baby no matter who the father was, was Mr. Gold. He would turn the baby against Graham. And worse yet... against Emma. 

Sliding her hands into the front pockets of her black jeans, Emma stood there waiting for Graham to finish raking up the leaves he was working on. Though she leaned back slightly. Today she had on her white turtleneck sweater and her blue jacket. After she'd gotten his attention and they made their way inside, he directed her to watch the glass and not to ask. Well that was a stupid thing to do with her around. "So what happened with the glass? I take it the mirror lost the fight?" 

Manuvering her way through the house which she knew oh so well into the livingroom, Emma sat down on the couch. "So, I think we need to talk about the other night?" Hands clasped together on her lap as they intertwind. A deep breath inhaled because she knew part of the topic. Though she didn't know quite what to say either. 

Graham/Huntsman