Hey everyone! I know it took me a long time to write this. This summer I have been working so much I have not had that much write. It will not take this long again. Hope you all like this one
Over the course of a full year, Snow White now Mary Margret, and Belle now Lacey, developed a routine, almost normal.
The two ladies both found new jobs in their local town. Mary Margret worked at a local daycare, where she was able to keep a watchful eye on the three babies, much to both mothers ease. Lacey worked at the local library. Within there day jobs they mothers now found their passion. Mary Margret loved working with not just her own children, but also all of them. She wanted to become a teacher. Lacey never lost the love for books, instead of working at a library, she wanted to own her own bookstore. Between the nights they alternate babysitting duties so they could both attend night school, and work to get their degrees.
Pinocchio began second grade about two weeks after the family came to this new world. He struggled in the beginning, he did not make many friends, and he was bullied as the new kid how his family had struggled to get on their feet. When August then told he was adopted, and someone remarked his father never loved him, all hell broke loose. He punched the boy square in the jaw, his mother and Aunt could not blame him, and they most likely would have done the same thing.
It took time, for all of them to come into their own in this new world, but it did happen. Lacey loved the library, and would bring all four of the children in on a regular basis. She Mary Margret and August would pick the stories to read to the babies, always getting them to rest easy. Mary Margret loved working with the children at her job, it was the stepping stone for teaching, and spending more tie with her own kids was worth it all. August soon found things in this world that made him feel comfortable. He still did woodworking, just like at home and even began writing stories of his own, reading them to his family, all of his teachers said he had a talent for writing and did well in English.
As babies even got older, while seeming so young it was if they developed they're own personalities.
Contrary to most of the girl's wardrobe, Emma was not fond of pink. She was quite the tomboy even as an infant, preferring to play with dolls, the toys she was most attached to herself were her baby blanket and a stuff dragon she wouldn't leave the store without when her mother took her out shopping (like father like daughter). Emma out of all the babies was always the one making the most mischief as when she used honey as shampoo and ransacking of all August's clothes in the laundry basket making a mess. Like both of her parents Emma was always seeking adventure.
Rosie was fonder of common things girls enjoyed than Emma. Her favorite color was pink, and her favorite toy's were a porcelain doll and toy set Lacey fond once in a flea market. She felt it was her daughter's own way of acknowledging the love story between she and Rumple shared. Like her cousin however Rosie was also mischievous as when she got into Lacey's makeup and used as if she was coloring her face, and playing in the flower when the mothers baked cookies once as if it was snow. Her mother would say though it would come from her father from his own ways of trickery.
Chip was in a way almost the golden baby; he never did cause trouble like the girls. He was by far the most advance, being the first to lift his head turn over, and crawl. The twins did have their mothers smarts no denying, Lacey could see the way this boy's mind worked, his cleverness, it was all Rumple. While Emma preferred lullabies at the end of the night to sooth her, Chip and Rosie preferred books. Margret grew partial to singing Some Day My Prince Will Comefrom the Snow White film, and Lacey found a children's fairytale story of Rumplestiltskinthe twins loved, even if both were slightly inaccurate.
What really fascinated to both of the mothers, was how in someway, between toys, songs, or even stories, these children in their own ways, found ways to be connected with the fathers they were separated from.
By the time the babies were eight months old, Mary Margret and Lacey saved enough money from their jobs they were able save enough to take out a small loan, and move into their first official home, a four-bedroom one-story house. Yellow colored with a while picket fence surrounding the back yard. The babies would share a nursery until Chip was older and would move in with August. Belle had a whole bookshelf in their living room devoted for books, and a small rose garden she attended to and even bring flowers for the kitchen table center piece. Mary Margret set up a tires-swing on the oak tree, a birdhouse she purchased. It almost did appear to be something out of a fairytale.
Before the family knew it, it was the babies first birthday. They had brought over some of the children from the daycare. The babies got wonderful new clothes, and toys from the families that came. August's gift was the best one by far. He learned how to make cement handprints, and was able to surprise the mothers by getting all of the babies, decorating them, and painting them all different colors. He even did one for himself, knowing they would want one for him.
By the end of the night, everyone was utterly exhausted. August fell asleep on the couch. His mother carried him back to his room, laying him down on his bed; he woke up slightly, Mary Margret smiling the first to talk.
"Thank you again for such an amazing present. You're aunt and I loved them." Said Mary Margret.
"You're welcome." As she was about to leave the boy spoke again. "Mom."
"Yes?"
"I think David and Rumple would be proud of you and Aunt Lacey for how well you've raised the babies this year."
The statement melted Snow's heart. "How did I get so lucky to have such a wonderful son?" Pinocchio smiled back. "You're father would be proud of you too."
"I love you mom."
"I love you too, good night."
The question still plundered in Mary Margret's mind. How did she get so lucky with her son? At first he didn't even feel like her son, as much she wanted to, but all Mary Margret could feel was fear, and anger, for the family she was torn away from, that they all were torn away from.
It was one night, around three in the morning; Mary Margret could not sleep and got up for a class of water. When coming back to her room, she heard screaming from August's room, and went to wake him up. He had tears in his eyes, about a bad dream where he was chasing after his father but could never reach him. Mary Margret offered for the boy to sleep in her bed, and he didn't refuse. When he was curled up next to her, wrapped in her arms, and she stroked his hair, she felt it. August was in heart the way Emma was, was herson. When they day came and they were reunited with their families, Mary Margret wouldn't care what Charming or Geppetto thought or said, no one would take away her boy.
Lacey was in the kitchen finishing the last few dishes, when she addressed her friends presence. "Glass of wine?"
"Please." The slight dramatic plead made Lacey chuckle. "I never would have imagined having a party for a one year old would be this exhausting." Mary Margret finished taking the wine glass.
"Exhausting, but rewarding. You saw the look on the children's faces, they were so happy." Lacey raised her glass in cheers. "To a success."
The mothers clinked their glasses together. "A success." Mary Margret spoke and continued on. "Not even just for the party, look at how much we've accomplished in one year?"
"I know, our jobs are well, and we've created a wonderful home for our children."
"Before we know it, we'll complete our degree. You'll have your bookstore, and will be teaching my own class."
"Maybe you'll end teaching our own children."
"Oh I'm sure they would love that. The older they get they'll always be embarrassed by us."
"Pinocchio said something to me tonight." If Snow, Belle or Pinocchio ever used their birth names, it was always meant as something serious was being discussed. "He said our husband's would be proud of us, for all we've done this past year." Snow paused before finishing. "I said back his father would be proud of him too, but, do you think's he right? Do you think Rumple and Charming would be proud of us?"
Belle took a moment herself to compose an answer. "I think, I hope, that they would be. They knew sending us here, to a new land, wouldn't be easy on anyone. They never would have sent us if they didn't have faith in us."
Snow had one tear fall from her face. "I only wish they could be here to see how much the kids have grown. Geppetto too."
"I do to." Now Belle had tears. "One day, we'll all be reunited our children will their fathers, we'll tell them stories of the childhood they missed, and we'll create new memories."
"You're right Belle, and for now." Snow raised her glass forming a smile. "To making it a year."
Belle smiled back raising her glass. "To making it year."
The glasses clinked together, one year down, twenty-seven more to go.
Well I know it was short but I do hope you all liked it! I will post again in September, promise it will not be that long again. Keep following, favorting and commenting!
