A/N: This oneshot is based off of extremely spoilery finale pictures and a very brief but also spoilery synopsis that were released last week (as well as my own ideas). Because I'm a spoiler whore I had to look at them, and my Snowing heart immediately swooned. The possibility of adding another chapter is there, albeit a slight one.

All mistakes are mine. Reviews are very much appreciated and loved. Enjoy!

Amazed

If anyone had asked her a couple of weeks ago if she believed in past lives, Mary Margaret would have politely scoffed at such a notion. A couple of weeks ago, she did not believe that David Nolan, the man she was trying to steer clear of, was in fact her husband. A couple of weeks ago, she would have been shocked to hear that Emma, the town Sheriff, was actually her daughter.

A couple of weeks ago, but not now.

She was still unsure of how it happened, but she had regained her memories of her past life as Snow White. Was it because Emma believed? She had noticed a significant change in the young woman ever since the terrifying incident with the man who firmly believed he was the Mad Hatter. Not to mention the slip of the word "family". There was also the fact that she, Mary Margaret, a small woman, had kicked a full-grown man out a window. Where had she learned to perform such a move that surprised even herself?

As she sipped on her polka dot mug filled with cinnamon-sprinkled hot chocolate, the questions surrounding David arose. While she was still upset with him over the whole Kathryn thing - although in reality she couldn't stop thinking about him - a little part of her wondered if he had regained his memories. Was he aware that she was his wife and Emma their child? If he wasn't, would he think she was crazy for even inquiring?

All these questions swarmed around in her mind like a colony of angered bees, and she shifted her mental focus to why her heart refused to stop reminding her brain - or was it the other way around? - of David. Now she had an explanation for why those thoughts never left, why they obstructed her sleep night after night, and why shivers would instantly run through her entire form upon seeing him. The feeling was almost more than she could possibly handle, but it was simultaneously the greatest sensation she had ever known. How his voice became soft whenever they spoke, the smell of his cologne assaulting her nostrils every time they were near each other, his sweet kisses that she could taste forever...while he certainly had his faults, she knew that deep down he was a good and kind person. She remembered how noble he was, defending her against various dangers in the forest. He had even taken an arrow that was meant for the Queen, all because he didn't wish to witness her become a dark spirit. In that moment, thanks to true love's kiss, she had remembered who he was: the man she had fallen so deeply in love with.

Her slender fingers brushed over the open paper that lay on the kitchen counter, and she gazed at it with her brilliant emerald irises. It was a letter from David, dropped off at her apartment during an unknown time. While not a long one, it was extremely heartfelt and the kind of note a person would store away in some beloved jewellery box, tucking it in a place where it would remain safe for many years until he or she were old and grey and happened upon it while going through their belongings. She had read it at least three times since arriving home from work, eyes carefully going over each curve, dot, and cross as if it were a captivating novel and she didn't want to miss a single word.

Dearest Mary Margaret,

Before you decide whether to continue reading this note or crumbling it up and tossing it in the trash, please allow me to speak some words. This may be a cliché way to begin a desperation letter, but believe me when I say that I write the truth: not a day, let alone hour, goes by that I don't think of you. Since I awoke from my coma I have been inexplicably drawn to you, like I've known you in a past life. This entire adventure has left me needing you more and more with each passing day. For me, life would have no meaning unless you are by my side and I can call you mine. Your kindness, bravery, and beauty continue to amaze me.

No words can express how much I regret doing what I did, and I now realize it was wrong of me. You did not deserve it, and for that - for hurting you and losing your trust - I deeply apologize. As I end this letter and hope that you can forgive me for my mistakes, I ask one last thing of you. Please do not give up on me, on us, because I remember who I am. I remember how we met, fell in love, but most of all I remember that Emma is our child and you are my treasured wife.

Yours forever,

Charming

Unbeknownst to him, she hadn't given up. Mary Margaret was someone who believed that hope was something you always held on to no matter the circumstances. Even when she was jailed on suspicion of killing Kathryn, a tiny shard of hope remained lodged in her heart. Now that they both knew who they really were, giving up was not an option.

She eventually came to realize that nothing could be accomplished by just sitting. Snatching her coat from the back of a nearby chair and grabbing her keys off a small dish that she kept on an old table at her bed, the young woman headed out the door and down the stairs towards the slightly cold spring afternoon.

At the same time Mary Margaret was busy contemplating, a picture from some unknown time seemed to mock David as he sat on the edge of the bed in what used to be the home he shared with Kathryn. Now she was gone, slain, and while he grieved for her passing his mind would not allow him to stop thinking of Mary Margaret for an extended period of time. She consumed his every thought, even though he knew she was furious with him. He had desperately attempted to keep people from getting hurt but that wasn't enough. Now the one woman he truly loved was not even speaking to him.

Releasing a great sigh of frustration, David threw himself back onto the unmade bed and closed his eyes. Ever since the incident at the cabin things had been different between he and Mary Margaret. He knew she had felt certain feelings long before then, and it was just a matter of time before they started to manifest themselves. Regardless of how much self-control he had or the countless attempts he made in pushing her from his mind, she simply would not just walk away.

Which was probably a good thing, considering they were married to each other. Thanks to numerous sessions with Mr. Hopper, David had remembered who he was: Prince Charming. He had also recalled that Snow White - or Mary Margaret as he knew her - was his wife and Emma was their daughter. He finally understood the longing he felt whenever he saw Mary Margaret and the protective instincts that arose when Emma was around: they were a family.

His thoughts strayed to the woman who had captured his spirit. In all his life he had never met a more stunning or graceful person; the way her musical laugh made his heart swell to twice its size, how her emerald eyes constantly burned into his, her incredibly beautiful but fierce soul, and the fact that whenever they touched his skin felt as if it were ablaze. Even the slightest brush against her caused his entire surface to ignite. Every little thing she did amazed him, and there was no one else who could ever take her place.

David came back to his senses then, peering around the empty room for several moments. Loneliness gripped his heart like an icy claw, and he finally decided to seek out Mary Margaret. Even if she refused to speak with him, at least he would get to see her for he dearly wished to lay his eyes on her even if for a brief second. Hopefully she had read the letter, but that could wait. Right now he had to find his wife.

Mary Margaret pulled her coat tighter against her slim body as a chilly wind suddenly picked up. While it was now officially spring, some days felt as if winter were still lingering in the air. Around her, people walked to and from their various duties with no one paying any particular attention to her. This she found quite welcoming, especially considering the whole Kathryn fiasco. For the most part though she kept her head down as she did not want to attract any unwanted guests. While most of the Storybrooke residents had seemed to forget the story that was once front-page news, she knew there were still a handful of people who disagreed with her past choices. The most powerful of these people was obviously Regina, and somehow Mary Margaret suspected that she had several people working for her. If she wanted to continue on with her life, she had to keep a low profile for at least a while longer.

"Snow?" A very familiar voice suddenly pierced the afternoon air, and she instantly stopped dead in her tracks. From across the street she could see David standing on the corner, the tips of his ears red from the biting wind. He was still, gazing at her with those steel blue eyes that continued to captivate her. A brilliant smile lit up her serene features, and without the slightest hesitation she bolted towards him, moving as fast as her heels could carry her.

The same dazzling grin was on David's lips as she crashed into his open embrace, throwing her arms over his neck and burying her nose in his shoulder. Strange glances from passing Storybrooke residents went completely unnoticed as they melted into each other's arms, quiet sobs of joy rising from their throats. David inhaled her homely scent and immediately felt as if he were truly home.

After what seemed to be an eternity of standing in the street, both pulled back slightly so they could look at each other. Yet he still held her close - ensuring that he would never let her go - with one arm wrapped around her back and the other close to her face, bare hand wiping away the first couple of tears that streamed down her rosy cheeks.

She gingerly touched his features as if to clarify that this was all real and not just a mere dream, and eventually managed to utter a single word. "Charming?"

"Yes." He whispered gently, the pad of his thumb softly caressing her face. Even with reddened eyes she looked gorgeous.

Her voice was hushed with wonder. "You found me."

His initial reply came in the form of a passionate kiss that sent tingles down her spine, and before she knew it he lifted her off the road. Her feet dangled in the air that seperated her from the asphalt, and while the idea of being off solid ground might have frightened some people she was too busy indulging in his sweet taste to even think about it. There was something quite magical about being in his arms, and she was certain it was the only place she wanted to be. Her own arms were still around his neck, fingers grabbing his hair as if they wanted to lay claim to that specific spot. She could feel his powerful yet gentle hands just above her waist, encasing her in an embrace that radiated strength and protection.

Unfortunately they were soon forced to break for much-needed oxygen, and he carefully placed her back on the ground. The reunited lovers completely ignored the world around them as their foreheads pressed together, chests heaving slightly. Tears of sheer elation formed rivulets on their cheeks, and their bodies were so close together they could feel the other's heart pounding furiously.

"No matter what world we're in," he whispered so that only she, his wife, could hear him. "I will always find you."