Disclaimer: I only own my Netflix account, I do not OUAT.

So this is my first piece of OUAT fanfiction. I was given the original idea by JustMeAndMyKeyboard, who got the idea from one of the readers of a one-shot series, and has given me permission to use it. So shout out and thank you to JustMeAndMyKeyboard. I will designate the exact chapters that are modeled more closely to the specific oneshots.

A House Divided Chapter 1: The Birth

Enchanted Forest, moments before the curse

Regina glared at the imp in front of her. She had come to gloat, to try and let him out of the deal they had made, let him escape the curse, but he was being so damn smug. Telling her he was where he wanted to be, talking about Saviors, talking about this new world without magic they were going to be living in.

"Snow White is having the Savior this very minute," he cackled.

"Good thing the curse is coming this very minute," Regina smirked cruelly. "She won't have time to have the baby, she'll be pregnant and alone from now and forever."

"Is that what you truly believe?" Rumple questioned.

Regina looked up, the smoke was entering the underground cell, it was here.

"That's what I know."

"And if I said the curse will be broken, sooner than I predicted."

"I'd say your wrong," Regina smirked. "The curse will never be broken."

Storybrooke, 1983

"I can't, have this baby now," Mary Margaret Nolan screamed.

"I'm sorry Mary Margaret, but you have to push," the doctor in front of her ordered.

"David, he's not here, he's supposed to be here," she wailed. "You called him didn't you?"

"The Sheriff station didn't pick up," the nurse next to her said.

"Then I'm not pushing until he is here," she said stubbornly.

"Then your baby will not survive and neither will you," Dr. Whale said seriously. "I know you want your husband Mary Margaret but right now this baby needs more, so I need you to push."

"Call him again," she whispered, one last ditch attempt.

"We left a message on the station's phone, all we can do is wait for someone to get it," the nurse shook her head.

"The head is crowning, Mary Margaret, you need to push," Dr. Whale urged and Mary Margaret's hand wrapped around the handle on the side of the bed and let out an agonizing scream as she finally pushed.

"Good, good," Dr. Whale said. "Keep pushing." Mary Margaret obeyed, biting back a curse at her husband, for not being there with her. He was missing the birth of his child.

"There's a head of blond hair," the nurse told her and she choked back a sob. Just like David.

"Wait stop," Dr. Whale said. "The chord is wrapped around the baby's neck."

"What?" she gasped, fear clenching her heart. At the moment she hated David, she couldn't believe he thought work was more important than this, than being here for her.

"It's ok, let me just… alright, the cord is free, push again," Dr. Whale commanded and Mary Margaret squeezed her eyes shut and pushed as hard as she could, an angry scream ripping from her throat.

"Good, good!" he cheered. "It's a girl Mary Margaret."

"A girl," she gasped, tears of joy running down her face. A girl. She had a baby girl. But instead of a cry greeting her ears, there was silence. "Why-Why isn't she crying. Dr. Whale what is wrong?" She saw several more nurses rush into the room and surround the doctor who was holding her baby. "Dr. Whale!" She was shaking in fear. She couldn't do this, she couldn't do this alone. Where was David, if their baby girl wasn't ok, she couldn't be alone for it. That thought was banished from her mind as a piercing wail broke the silence in the room.

It was the most beautiful sound she ever heard.

"There she is," Dr. Whale laughed and held the baby up. "You are the proud Mom of a beautiful, healthy baby girl Mary Margaret."

"Oh my goodness," she cried happily as Dr. Whale placed the baby on her chest and she cradled her close. Right now, it didn't matter that David wasn't there; all that mattered was the perfect little creature whose eyes were blinking up at her. Her daughter. She was all hers. "Hi baby girl, I'm your Mommy."

Several hours later, the baby was cleaned off and nestled into her arms being fed when David rushed in frantically.

"David," she whispered, tears leaking out of her eyes. She saw tears in his eyes when he looked at them.

"I missed it," he sounded angry with himself, and Mary Margaret couldn't seem to find the anger that she had bottled up during labor, she was too happy right now with her beautiful baby.

"It's ok," she reassured. "It's ok because now you have a daughter."

"A girl," he choked out. "I have a baby girl."

"Yes you do," she smiled and he settled in bed next to her, looking down at the baby who was suckling from her Mommy. David reached down and ran his hand across her downy blond hair.

"She's so beautiful," David whispered. "But she doesn't look like a Leo." Mary Margaret let out a quiet laugh. David had been so convinced she was a boy that he hadn't even considered girl names.

"What about Emma," she suggested. "Emma Ruth, after your Mom." David grinned at her and reached down to press a gentle kiss on Emma's forehead and then turned his face to press a kiss against her lips. Mary Margaret smiled against his mouth and together they looked back down to their baby.

"Emma Ruth Nolan," David tried it out. "Always remember Emma, you are loved." Mary Margaret and David could not have been happier or more in love in that moment, so caught up in their adorable child they didn't even notice the mayor standing outside of the hospital room, a scowl on her face.

The click of a cane came down the hallway.

"Well isn't that a beautiful family," Mr. Gold mentioned, coming to stand next to the mayor. "Mary Margaret and David Nolan are very happy."

"Not if I have anything to do about it," she growled and spun on her heels, walking down the hallway. Mary Margaret Nolan was going to be miserable in this life if she had anything to do about it. She may not be able to kill the little brat, but David Nolan missed her birth, and that was something she could work with.

A/N: If anyone is confused on how the curse works in this version, I am taking liberty by the fact that the curse hit when Snow was in labor. Emma was in the process of being born, but wasn't completely born, and thus 'escaped' the curse in a sense. That means she will grow up while in Storybrooke, but her curse is that she has to live with Mary Margaret and David cursed selves, and while that seems happy right now, it won't stay that way.

Please let me know what you all think of it!