| "Papa, tell me the story of my name again?" ((no hearts being ripped this time, I'm still not over the last one)) | ||
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“Well…”
Neal settled in the comfortable leather chair he’d been sitting in, leaning back against the backrest as he lifted the little girl onto his lap. She had her mother’s curiosity, which didn’t surprise him in the least; given how strong it was with both Emma as well as Snow, it was probably a family trait.
“You were named after a place called Tallahassee. It’s where your mother and I were going to grow old together—y'know, one day, I just told her "Emma, close your eyes and pick a spot, and that’s where we’ll go”…and she picked Tallahassee.“
He’d never kept it a secret from Tally that her name held great sentimental value for the both of them. It was rather fitting, really. She was, after all, a product of their love. No matter what had happened in the past, Tallahassee had remained a common goal in their lives.