Hey everyone, here is the next installment to The Little Girl with the Blonde Curls.

I really enjoyed all of the reviews that I got from you guys for the first chapter, so keep them coming!

Disclaimer: Hey, hey, hey, hey guess what, I don't own Once Upon A Time. Just to tell you.

Chapter Two

By the time the couple, the toddler and the dog got home, Emma was fast asleep on Snow's shoulder. Her blonde curls were splayed out over her mother's shoulder, her hand tucked around her blanket and her thumb placed lazily in her half open mouth. Snow was quick to place the little girl in her bed, slip off the light up sneakers that adorned her feet and slip the covers over her small body before meeting up downstairs with David to set up for the birthday party.

"Where do we start?" Snow asked.

"Streamers?" David asked.

"Sure, why not?"

It took them two hours to set everything up and by the time they were finished every possible surface was covered in purple, flowery decorations. Emma had claimed that pink was much too girly for her, and purple was the compromise between the new parents and the toddler. By the time they were finished Emma was walking down the stairs, her little fist was scrubbing at her eyes and her blanket was trailing behind her as she stepped down each stair.

"Pawdy yed Mama?" Emma asked.

"In one hour baby doll," Snow answered, lifting the little blonde off the ground and placing her on her hip.

"How wong is dat?" Emma asked, tilting her head to the side slightly.

"Sixty minutes munchkin," David answered.

Emma looked over at her father, eyes wide and unbelieving. "Dat is fovea," she said seriously.

Snow and David started laughing, Emma looking at her parents with confusion, wanting to know what was so funny. She tilted her head to the side and looking at her mother.

"Mamma? What's so funny, Mamma?" Emma asked.

Snow laughed and tweaked Emma's nose, smiling at the little girl and giving her a quick peck on the cheek.

Guests pouring into the loft, laughing and smiling as they left gifts on the kitchen table and the shoes by the front door. They went straight into the loft in search of the little birthday girl as soon as they got their shoes off.

They fawned over the girl, talking about the little girl's gorgeous blue princess dress and her little curly golden pigtails, held up with sparkly blue ribbons that matched her new dress. Emma smiled and told everyone that her dress 'I's a pincess!"

Although there weren't many children at the party, Emma didn't seem to mind. She loved all of the attention she was getting from all of the adults. The little girl was eating up the attention.

Eventually there were too many people in the loft for Lady to handle. The small cocker spaniel was bouncing around, tongue lolled out as she bounded around all of the people, nipping at ankles in little demands to play. David had to put the dog in Emma's room to keep her away from people and from eating anything that people may drop onto the floor.

The little girl was disappointed to see that her furry friend was being deprived of the party, but it was thrown far from her mind when she saw her mother bringing out the large cake, three candles burning brightly.

"Who wants cake?" Snow called.

Emma flung her arms up, almost hitting Granny as she cried, "Me!"

The guests laughed, enjoying the toddler's antics. Emma didn't seem to notice, her gaze still focused on the neatly decorated cake in her mother's grasp. Snow had been worried about giving Emma that much sugar, knowing that the child could get very excited when given too much, but David had talked her into it, claiming that it was her birthday.

It took all of ten seconds after Snow handed Emma a plate with a small piece of the fluffy, sugary concoction for Emma to get purple frosting all over her face. She had somehow, and Snow still had no idea how, gotten icing in her hair. It had taken Snow at least half an hour of scrubbing and half a bottle of shampoo to get the purple icing out of Emma's thin blonde curls.

But the girl had fun. She enjoyed opening up her presents, ripping open the colorful paper quickly and giving a big hug to every single person as thanks for her gift. David has eventually let Lady out of the toddler's bedroom, letting the spaniel gobble up anything that she could find on the floor, there was quite a picnic under Emma's chair, and she had settled, sitting in Belle's lap with a full stomach soon after.

By the time the guests started filling out the door, Emma was crashing from her excitement, falling asleep in David's arms with her blanket in her hand and a thumb in her mouth as she waved goodbye to everyone as they left.

"I count that as a success," Snow smiled as they put Emma to bed, changing their daughter from her dress into a pair of flannel footy pyjamas and covering her in the white knit blanket she was so attached to.

"I do to, although I think we could do without the mounds of wrapping paper that is crumpled up on the living room floor."

"Good point. But in every battle there are a few… casualties," Snow joked.

"Well, we better start cleaning if we want this loft to be clean enough to be lived in by anyone other than pigs by the time we go to bed," David smiled.

The pair spent forty five minutes cleaning up everything that covered the floor, Lady trying to help by ripping things up and trying to play with them. Soon enough David put the dog into the laundry room just to keep her out of the wrapping paper, but not before tying a piece of golden ribbon onto the dog's collar to keep her occupied.

"I think we're finally done," Snow sighed as she threw the last garbage bag of wrapping paper and plastic plates and cups beside the door to be taken out the next morning.

"Ready for bed?" David asked, wrapping his arms around Snow's waist.

"Definitely," Snow sighed, leaning into her true love's embrace.

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