A wail rang out through the wing of the castle, waking both of little Emma's parents in their own room. Charming absentmindedly groaned, not wanting to leave his warm bed, causing his still half-asleep wife to smile.

"Go back to sleep, darling," Snow whispered sweetly, leaning down to give her husband a soft kiss on the cheek. "I've got her."

She swung her legs over the side of the bed, her bare feet touching the cold floor as she rushed off to her daughter's room. The little blond girl was screaming her head off in her crib, waiting to be held, and her mother smiled, reaching down and gently lifting her small girl out of the crib, holding the child close to her warm frame.

"Shhhh, my love," she whispered to her crying daughter. It was the second time that night that Emma had woken her mother up, and yet, there was still a smile on the brunette's face. "You're alright… Mama's got you."

Soon enough, she had settled down, and Emma's head was nestled in her mother's neck. Snow didn't want to start crying, but for some reason, she felt like she was going to she was lucky, so lucky to have everything she could want. A loving, incredibly charming (no pun intended) husband, the beautiful sleeping child in her arms…everything.

It probably would have been a good idea to put Emma back in her crib and climb back into bed next to her husband, but that would mean breaking contact with her daughter. And to be perfectly honest, she couldn't bear the thought, so she sat herself down as gently as possible in the chair in Emma's nursery, still holding the little girl as closely to herself as she could. She shut her eyes and drifted back to sleep, feeling more content that she ever had before.

Charming woke up a few hours later. With a smirk when he realized that he was alone, he left the bed, walking down the hall with as light a step as he could manage. Noticing the bright, early morning light pouring in from the castle windows, he remarked in his mind that he might be the only one awake in the entire place. When he reached Emma's nursery, the door was slightly ajar, and he pushed it open as quietly as he possibly could. He leaned in the doorway, grinning at his wife and daughter, both asleep in the chair.

"My girls," he muttered with a lighthearted chuckle. Right after, he saw Snow stir, and her eyes fluttered open, catching her husband in the doorway. She grinned back, kissing Emma on top of her little blond head.

"Good morning." Charming whispered softly, as not to wake his usually restless child.

"Good morning to you too, darling." Snow whispered in reply. She felt her daughter stir in her arms. Emma opened her mouth and cried a little until Snow rocked her and quieted her again.

"You're too good with her." Charming smiled, making his way over to kiss Snow on the cheek. Snow turned to meet his impossibly blue eyes.

"You really think so?" There was a light in Snow White's perfect green eyes that Charming noticed was new ever since Emma had been born.

"I don't think that this little girl," he kissed Emma's head before touching Snow's face with his warm hand. "could have asked for a better mother, because there isn't one in this world."

A grin broke out on Snow's face as she captured her husband's lips with hers.

"Has anyone ever told you how charming you are?" she couldn't even finish the pun without giggling like a little girl, and her husband chuckled.

"That was so bad, Snow." He laughed right along with her.

Thanks for reading. My idea for this whole thing was a series of oneshots about what life would have been like had Emma grown up in the Enchanted Forest with her parents. It won't go in time order because, well, I have ideas that go out of order. If you have suggestions, PM me. Thanks for reading and please review!

-Emma