Snow and James sat on their bed, cradling their new baby girl who was born just minutes ago. She had blond tufts of hair already growing, and she was cooing softly.

"Isn't she beautiful?" whispered Snow to her husband. "She looks like you."

"How can you tell what she looks like already? She's a baby."

Snow chuckled. "I don't know. Just a guess."

James put a hand on his wife's shoulder. "We did it."

"We did, didn't we?"

The baby waved its tiny fist in the air, as though saying hello.

"What should we name her?"

"I don't know," said Snow, staring at her newborn child.

"It should be something that reflects her."

"How do we know what reflects her, she's a baby; she can't talk."

"Well, we know what reflects us. Some of that must have gone into her."

"How do we know which parts?"

James laughed. "I don't know."

"Well, we know that she's our daughter, so it has to be a girl's name," said Snow.

"Yes. And we know that she had blond hair and green eyes."

"She must have bravery, since she's your daughter,"

"And yours," added James.

"And she must be stubborn, since you're her father."

"Hey!"

"Just kidding."

"Well, she must enjoy hitting people with rocks, if she's your daughter."

Snow laughed. "Okay, I do kind of deserve that."

"It still hurts."

"Oh, be quiet!"

"Well, what's something else we both have in common?"

Snow creased her brows in concentration. This was harder than she thought. Not as hard as giving birth, but hard all the same. How was she and James supposed to come up with the perfect name? They could just choose something random and be done with it, but then the name wouldn't be special. She wanted to give her daughter everything.

Snow ran as fast as her legs would take her. What had she just seen? Was it real? Was it a dream? How could Regina not love Snow's father? She had accepted the proposal. Well, her mother did, but obviously Regina was alright with it as well, otherwise she would have said something, wouldn't she?

Snow let out a yelp as she slipped through the mud.

"Snow!" called Regina. "Are you okay?"

"No," sobbed Snow. "Why were you kissing that man in the stable? You're to marry my father. You're to be my mother."

"Oh, Snow, please listen to me. Hey, your father, King Leopold, he's a kind and fair man. . . but I don't love him."

"I don't understand. Why not?"

"It doesn't work that way, honey. Love. . . true love, is magic. And not just any magic. The most powerful magic of all. It creates happiness."

"And that man in the stables. . . you love him."

"With all my heart."

"Then you must marry him."

"James! I've got it!" said Snow excitedly to her husband.

"What is it?"

"Well, Emma's our daughter, right?"

"Yes. . . ," said James skeptically.

"And we have true love, don't we?"

"Of course!"

"Then that makes our daughter the product of true love! True love can break any curse, so our daughter can solve nearly any problem in the universe!"

"I'd say so, yes," replied James. "Where are you going with this?"

"Well," said Snow with a smile, "the word 'ermen' means universal. So, we should name her Emma, because she is universal!"

James' face broke into a shining grin. "That's genius!"

Snow blushed.

"How did you come up with it?"

"Just a little help from an old friend."

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