Watching my most beautiful wife and companion give birth to our daughter Emma, was the most joyous and yet painful thing. With the curse hot on the way, we had merely minutes. And now my wife wouldn't be holding our child within her in the magic cabinet.
The pain is multiplying by the second as i watch my wife's eyes, the knowledge that our child, the savior, came early and now there was no way to save our family.
"At least we're together..," I managed, looking down at our sweet Emma next to my bed ridden Snow. My beloved stared at the newborn silently, tears were forming in her eyes.
"The cabinet. The baby must go through...!" Her voice was strained. And i felt my heart clench in a vice like no other.
No...she can't mean it. Not our baby, not our Emma. I can't believe she would suggest such a thing.
She seemed to pick up on the tension and she looked up at me, red eyes. "She's the Savior, she will come back for us! We have to give her, her best chance...!" A sob finished her thoughts and i felt my own, stuck in my throat. She can't mean it...
"Please...Charming you must take her!" The sounds of men fighting down stairs filled the silence and she pushed the baby into my arms. "Hurry!"
I obeyed the woman i love and clutched my child to my chest carefully. "I love you."
As i turned, grabbing my blade in one hand for defense, i heard the broken sobs of my Snow, and felt my own tears stream down my cheeks.
After defending off one of the queen's guards and receiving a slash across the shoulder, i finally made it to the cabinet. The baby was safe, cuddled in her embroidered blanket.
Looking into her face, i released a father's broken sob.
My sweet child, my Emma, please come back to us. Please be safe and always know, you are forever loved. I do not know when i will see your precious face, but i hope you will never lose hope. Come back to us, save us. My beautiful daughter. Live.
The prayer lasted as long as it took for more guards to make their way into the castle.
As i placed my child into the cabinet, my clenched heart wept once more. "i love you Emma."
The moment i shut the cabinet door, and fought off a guard, many moments flashed before my eyes.
As the blade slid into my stomach, i saw my Snow White, my thief, my beloved. I saw the days we spent, i saw the nights we loved. I saw the pregnant glowing. And lastly, i saw Emma. I saw her little peaceful face. My child...
I love you Snow, I'm sorry, but i made it, i saved...our Emma.