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And now, without further ado, I give you, Chapter 4 of The Toddler and the White Blanket!
Chapter 4
"Emma, time to wake up!" Mary Margaret cooed, trying to wake the toddler nicely.
This was Emma's first full day in Storybrooke and Mary Margaret had the whole day planned out to the minute. She was determined to keep the child happy and occupied.
"Five more minutes Mommy," Emma said.
It still confounded Mary Margaret whenever Emma called her 'Mommy'. Even when she had called her that three times the night before and Mary Margaret had lain awake for hours thinking about it and her feelings running through her head.
"So, what do you want to do today?" Mary Margaret asked when Emma finally rolled herself out of her bed and held her arms out from Mary Margaret.
"Awe dere ducks hewe?" Emma asked as Mary Margaret flung her daughter up onto her hip.
"Why of course there are ducks here, do you want to go see the ducks today? We could stop by at Granny's and get some bread to give them," Mary Margaret suggested to the little girl.
"Can we do dat?" Emma asked in awe as she stared at Mary Margaret with wide eyes.
"Of course we can! Do you wanna do that?"
"Yeah!" Emma screeched in Mary Margaret ear, completely awake now.
"Two things first, you have to get dressed and we have to eat breakfast," Mary Margaret asked.
"We need ta go fast!" Emma smiled as Mary Margaret carried her down the stairs.
"Okay! Okay! You need to calm down and take it slow," Mary Margaret laughed and set Emma down at the counter.
"What would you like for breakfast baby girl?"
"Froot Loops Mommy!" Emma cried.
"Well, we don't have Fruit Loops today darling, but we do have Cheerios, can you settle for those today and we can go grocery shopping tonight?" Mary Margaret asked, getting out a bowl, spoon, the milk and the half empty box of Multi-Grain Cheerios.
"Otay Mommy," Emma said, slightly less enthusiastically.
Mary Margaret smiled at the blonde and poured her daughter a bowl of Cheerios and placed the white bowl in front of her before pouring another bowl for herself and sitting down beside Emma.
"So we are going to go see the ducks after breakfast, and what else do you want to do?"
"Can we go swimming at da beach?" Emma asked through a mouthful of half chewed Cheerios.
"It's a little cold for that darling, but maybe we could think of something later, when you are done feeding the ducks," Mary Margaret ran her fingers through her daughter's hair and smiled down at her.
Emma's cheeks were stuffed full with Cheerios and she had the slight appearance of a chipmunk, which made Mary Margaret laugh.
"Are you finished?" Mary Margaret asked as Emma swallowed her mouthful of chewed cereal.
She nodded and tried to get down from the stool, only to realise that it was too high up for her to jump and held her arms out for her mother.
"You are just a hair too small right now," Mary Margaret informed the toddler as she placed her on the floor and ushered her upstairs.
Emma giggled as Mary Margaret chased her daughter up the staircase and into her room. Emma only had a few outfits, the things that had been in her bag when she got here and Mary Margaret would be lying if she said that the clothes weren't in the least bit ratted and frayed. She could tell that Emma's clothes were hand me downs from at least two other children, but Emma didn't seem to care as she stood in front of her mother as she picked through the limited amount of clothes in the closet. She finally settled on a pair of jeans with numerous holes, a blue tee-shirt with a frayed hem and flowers covering it and a ratted, GAP sweater. Emma tried to get her clothes on quickly but only managed to get tangled in the fabric until Mary Margaret chuckled and helped Emma into her clothes.
"Now can we go to the ducks?" Emma asked.
"We
have to brush your hair and stop at Granny's to get some bread, but we are almost ready sweetheart, and I have to get dressed too, I can't go out in my pyjamas!" Mary Margaret said as she gestured to her pink pyjama shirt and cupcake covered flannel pants.
"Bud you look pretty Mommy!" Emma said, grabbing Mary Margaret's wrist and trying to pull her out of the room.
After hastily getting dressed, brushing Emma's hair and running down to Granny's for a bag of bread, Mary Margaret and Emma were standing by the water, watching the ducks float around as Emma tossed pieces of bread along the shoreline and laughed as the ducks raced towards it before tossing another.
The moment didn't last too long because Emma had quickly finished off the bag of bread and then a light mist started to fall, not uncommon in Storybrooke.
When they turned to head home they found Archie and the large Dalmatian, Pongo, headed towards them.
"Puppy Mommy!" Emma cried, pointing at the dog from her spot in her mother's arms.
"I see the dog Emma," Mary Margaret said as Archie came over to say hi, Pongo pulling excitedly at his leash.
"Down! Down!" Emma cried as she struggled to be put back down to pet Pongo, who was taller than the toddler.
"Emma, what do you say?"
"Pease!" Emma huffed, still squirming.
Mary Margaret put her down before she fell and turned to greet Archie in conversation, still keeping an eye on Emma as she tried to reach Pongo's head.
Pongo, who was very calm throughout the whole time that Emma was jumping around with her hand in the air, laid down on his stomach and Emma took advantage of this and started to pet him happily. Pongo was happy with his new friend and tried to get a few friendly licks on Emma's smiling face.
"Mommy I wanna puppy!" Emma cried from her mother's arms as they walked home from the beach.
"How about we go down to the animal shelter and you can look at the puppies, and if there is one who seems housebroken enough, we might take them home," Mary Margaret tried to appease the toddler.
"Otay! Go now Mommy?"
"Why not?" Mary Margaret said.
As they passed the shelter on their way home she turned into the building and set Emma free. She instantly toddled over to the pen filled with puppies in the middle of the room. She tried to get in with them but couldn't as her legs weren't long enough to reach over the wall of the pen.
It took all of thirty seconds for Emma to get attached to a little female cocker spaniel puppy that stood at the front of the puppy pack as they all jumped up, trying to little the squealing toddler.
"Dat one Mommy!" Emma cried, pointing at the cocker spaniel.
May Margaret walked over to look at the one that Emma was talking about, she was reasonably sized, small enough that she could live in the apartment, and she looked sweet enough not to harm anything.
"You can pick her up if you want," a voice said from the counter.
Mary Margaret spun around the see a man and instantly got lost in his eyes. Eyes that she thought were familiar, even though she had never met this man before in her life, which she could remember anyways.
"Pardon?" she asked, shaking her head slightly.
"The puppy, you can pick her up if you want. I promise that she won't pee on you or anything," the man smiled and walked over to stand behind Emma as she reached over the top of the wall to pet the cocker spaniel.
"I'm David Nolan, by the way," the man stuck his hand out towards Mary Margaret.
"Mary Margaret Blanchard, and that is my daughter Emma," Mary Margaret stuttered out, breathless.
"Did you want that one?" David asked.
Mary Margaret nodded, still lost in his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes.
"Really Mommy?" Emma squealed, making the dogs yap sharping in surprise.
"I told you that you could pick one out and if she seemed to my liking that we could take it home," Mary Margaret nodded towards the little blonde.
"Do you want to hold her Emma?" David asked.
Emma's eyes became wide as she nodded excitedly. David pulled the little cocker spaniel puppy out of the pen and placed her carefully into Emma's arms, not completely taking his hands off the puppy.
"Are you signing the papers Mary Margaret?" David asked.
"Sure, but don't we need a name first?" she asked.
"Of course, do you have any names Emma?" David asked, looking back down at the toddler with her arms full of squirming puppy trying to lick her face.
"Lady! A'cause I sawed a mobie about two puppies and one wooked wike dis one!" Emma said happily.
"Lady it is!"
As Mary Margaret let the puppy loose into the loft with Emma after getting home and placing all of the dog things onto the floor in the living room, she couldn't get David Nolan out of her head. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that she had knowing him well, very well, somewhere else. He was just too familiar to ignore anything like that.
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