A/N: The Internet has spoken (my friend Jordi) and I'm updating tonight. I haven't been in a great mood as of late, so seeing all of your reviews has really been making me smile. I love all of you guys.

Snow leaned over the rosebush in the garden outside of the castle, taking in the scent of the perfectly in season flowers. It was a hot, borderline smoldering day, but she waited outside for her barely teenage daughter who was to meet her for their weekly archery lesson. No matter the temperature, it was a beautiful day to be outside, and she intended to enjoy it. It was a nice sort of peace and quiet that she didn't often get in the castle with her husband, her daughter, and everyone else. Soon enough, her quiet was interrupted when she heard a familiar voice behind her.

"Mama?" She turned to see her daughter, hair pulled back in a ponytail and dressed in pants, a white shirt and boots, a now and quiver on her back. Snow smiled, looking her child up and down, taking a second to admire how she was growing up.

"You're early." Snow remarked with a little twinkle in her green eyes that looked so much like her daughter's perfect glass orbs.

"Were you busy? I can come back in a little while, if you'd rather." Emma said, absentmindedly readjusting her thin shirt. Snow shook her head and waved her not-so-little girl over to her.

"What brings you around so early?"

"I was out doing target practice with my bow..." Emma's voice trailed off as she walked to her mother.

"But?" Snow read that girl like a book.

"I wanted to talk to you." She was quiet, blushing and not making eye contact.

"What about, love?" Snow reached over and moved that stubborn piece of blonde hair off of Emma's face.

"How do you know when you're...in love?" She summoned her courage to ask her mother the question, who did all that she could not to break out into a giant grin. Her daughter came to her for love advice. She knew how much courage it had to have taken for Emma to want to ask, so she kept her composure. As she was thinking of how to answer without prying, Emma spoke again.

"Oh, why did I think to ask you?" She mused. "You and Papa fell in love at first sight, didn't you?"

That was when Snow laughed. Earning a confused look from her obviously confused daughter, she realized Emma had never heard the story of how they met.

"Not exactly." Snow sighed. "I forgot that we hadn't told you the story."

She sat at the table near her rose bush, motioning for an eager Emma to sit with her.

"I was a bandit, and I tried to Ron your father's carriage when he was to marry a different woman, Princess Abigail of King Midas' kingdom."

"Really?" Her mother nodded, ready to continue.

"He knew me. I was wanted by the queen. When her knights caught me, he saved me-the first time of many-and I helped him to get his ring back, the ring he was to give Abigail." She twisted the ring on her hand, catching the flicker of a smile on Emma's face she wasn't meant to see.

"We parted ways...and a month later, I realized that i had fallen for Prince Charming." She smiled as she finished her story.

"That's not exactly the 'love at first sight' story I thought that it was." Emma winced, and Snow laughed.

"I guess it isn't."

"But..." Emma played with a loose thread on her shirt, distracted. "What does it feel like?" There was another smile on her mother's face, one that didn't seem to go away.

"Oh, Emma," she lowered we voice unbeknownst to her to an excited whisper. "It's beautiful. It's like butterflies in you stomach when that person is near. Sometimes, it won't always be perfect, and the first person you find might not be your soulmate...but when you find that person, it's almost identical to that feeling of finally being able to shoot a bullseye."

As Emma took in her mother's words, Snow resisted the urge to ask a million questions. She wanted to know who he was, or who she was. She wouldn't judge her daughter. She wanted to know how they had met. She wanted to know how Emma really felt about this person if she was asking questions about love. She wanted to know everything, and she blamed that on being a mother.

"Mama?" Emma's voice broke her from her thoughts.

"Yes, my darling?"

"Thank you." She smiled sheepishly. She stood, walking over to hug her mother. Snow held her tightly in a bone crushing hug, wondering for just a moment how much longer she could hold on to her baby girl.

"Mama?" Emma squeaked. "Can't breath."

Snow released her grip with a laugh, straightening Emma's clothes and moving a few stubborn curls of her hair before getting up, holding out her arm for her daughter.

"It's about time for our lesson." She remarked with a wink. "Shall we?"

Emma smiled, looping her arm through her mother's as she often had as a small child.

"Let's go." She said as the two of them walked out of the garden, Snow taking a final glance on the perfect blooming rose that was her daughter.

A/N: leave your reviews! And I wanted to know what you guys would think if I went back and did a chapter of when Snow was pregnant, if you guys would be upset by that or not.

Let me know what you thought and maybe you could answer my question too? Thanks, y'all.

-Emma.