Family

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It was late at night, a time in which everyone was asleep.. well, almost everyone. Neal stood in the living room of his house in silence, only wearing a slightly too large t-shirt and shorts. The only light in the room came from the kitchen leaving it dim where he stood but with just enough light to see. His hand rested on the mantel atop the fireplace while his eyes slowly looked at the photos resting on it. Finally, resting on one that sat right in the middle he couldn't help but to smile - it was his favourite.

Reaching up he took it and held it, chuckling to himself as he stared at it. In the photo it captured his family as strange as they were - there was him and Killian, Emma and Regina, his father and Belle, and of course, Henry. Running his fingers over the glass he suddenly embraced the photo and stood there in silence, reminiscing over his harsh past. He wouldn't change it, never, not a single no matter how cruel some parts were for everything seemed fate to him now.

"To family." He spoke in the night before placing it down and making his way back to bed to rest once more with his husband.

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