Summary: Despite being quite drunk, Emma has a good idea.
Rating: K+-T for language and drinking
Whoops sorry I was a bit blocked so this one's short and the next one'll be short-ish
"You know what? You and David should get married!" Emma suggested to Mary Margaret.
Emma had taken her mother out for dinner and drinks to celebrate the fact she no longer had a living human inside of her, as well as give her father a chance to be alone with the baby.
"Emma, honey, we are married," Snow told her more than slightly buzzed daughter.
"Well, yeah, Prince Charming and Snow White are married, but David Nolan and Mary Margaret Blanchard are legally not married!" Emma said, as if it was obvious.
It wasn't an awful idea. And maybe it'd be nice to legally be Mary Margaret Nolan in the Land without Magic.
"Yeah, you know what Em? That's not an awful idea! Nothing big of course," Mary Margaret had already started planning in her head.
"Nothing big my ass! You want the whole town there, subconsciously," even though Snow would never admit it, Emma was right about that one. She shrugged, not committing to anything.
"You know what? I bet Blue's ordained! She's a nun here, right?" Emma was starting to slur her words, but she got her point across.
"I'll call David for you! Tell him to propose!" She pulled her phone out of her jacket pocket.
Mary Margaret retrieved the phone from Emma. Emma calling anyone in this state was a bad plan. The three (or four, if Henry joined) would discuss this in the morning.
"Alright Em, I'm bringing you home. I don't think the Sheriff should be walking around a bar drunk." Snow suggested.
"Good idea, Ma," Emma said, probably unaware she had just referred to Mary Margaret as her mother, whom didn't care that she was drunk while saying so. It still counted.
They paid for their drinks, and proceeded to the yellow bug. They drove in silence. Mary Margaret didn't think she could deal with her daughter's drunken rambles any longer. Good thing it sounded like she was asleep. Emma snored a bit, like David, but quieter. Every so often she looked over, observing similarities between her and David, or her and Henry, or even Emma and herself. Her own eye color, but David's eye shape. Hair a bit lighter than David's, and a forehead near identical. Her daughter could've been her doppelganger, with her chin and cheekbones, especially if her hair had been far darker. Reflecting like this sent Snow through a whirlwind of emotions. Regret. Joy. Happiness. Anger. And everything in between.
Once Snow pulled up to the apartment complex, she left Emma in the car. She didn't want to wake her up, but there was no way she'd ever carry her upstairs on her own.
"Charming?" She whispered.
"How was your night out?" David countered. By the looks of it Henry and Leo were asleep.
"Good, I guess. Emma's in the car, passed out. I need your help bringing her up. I'll watch the boys."
"Deal," He smiled. David gave his wife a peck on the cheek and walked down to the car.
Before he got down to the car he wasn't quite sure what to expect. A mellow, asleep Emma was a nice surprise. He opened the passenger door and lifted her out of the car seat. David relished moments like these. He didn't get to carry his daughter in his arms often. He didn't care about the circumstances.
He swept the blonde locks out of her closed eyes. Without thinking twice, he kissed her forehead. It felt natural. Like what he would've done if she had grown up with him. But that tradition would just have to start now.
He pushed the door open and laid his daughter on the couch. Bringing her up to the loft didn't seem like the best idea. Instead, they brought down some blankets and tucked her in.
"Goodnight, Emma," Snow whispered as she shut off the light.
The couple smiled to each other and determined they themselves should hit the hay.
They slept soundly until the heard little Leo crying. He was a baby, after all. Not long after Leo woke, Snow heard Emma stirring. She probably had a massive hangover.
"Why the hell are babies so loud…? C'mon Leo, give your big sister a break," Emma moaned from the couch. "I need to ask Regina if there's either a magic way to cure a hangover or a magic way to shut a baby up…"
Snow heard that comment, "Don't you dare, Emma!"
"Kidding," Emma said. But was she really? She definitely was not kidding about the hangover part.
"You'd better be," David said, trying to be stern, but still found himself breaking into a smirk.
"D'you remember anything, Em, especially an idea you had?" Snow hinted, not wanting to bring up the subject of marriage.
"Well, David, I had an idea last night, keep in mind I was a bit tipsy," Snow glared at her for her gage of her drunkenness level. "That maybe you and Mary Margaret should get married."
"Emma, we are married," David was confused by this, much like his wife.
"Hey can you explain the rest, I really need an aspirin for this headache," Emma asked of her mother without waiting for a response.
Snow nodded; despite the fact her daughter was long gone.
"Emma thinks Mary Margaret Blanchard and David Nolan should get married. Just in case we can ever actually leave Storybrooke."
"But we're David—oh! That's not a bad idea actually. Nothing big of course…" David ended his train of thought much like his wife had the night before.
He retrieved a ring from her finger. "Mary Margaret Blanchard, will you do me the honor of being my bride?"
Emma had snuck back into the room now, and was watching her parents in silence.
"Of course, David Nolan. Of course I will."
David stood back up and kissed Snow passionately. They looked to the door, seeing Emma standing there.
"Have you been there the whole time?"
