Hey, so I guess that I forgot to explain some things last chapter.
Because Belle was in the mental ward during the 28 years of the curse on the show, in my mind, Regina never found a reason to give her any memories, simply locking her up, taking away her memories (never giving her any other ones) and keeping her away from Rumpelstiltskin. So when Jefferson let her out, she never knew anything, not even her name. When he told her that her name was Belle, everything came back to her. In short, Belle does have her memories.
For those who thought that putting Belle into this story was random and pointless, I guess it is, for now anyways. I have plans for her and Mr. Gold. Jefferson, well I just needed someone to break Belle out of the hospital.
I hope this is fast enough updating for everyone.
Disclaimer: I don't own Once Upon A Time, at all. BUT TODAY IS SUNDAY, WHICH MEANS ONCE UPON A TIME IS ON TONIGHT!
#PanNeverFails they say? Well, of course there is a first time for everything. Just so they know that. ;)
Chapter 9
"Emma, are you ready for bed?" Mary Margaret, coming over to the toddler sitting on the couch with Lady.
Emma was flipping through the book that she got from Belle, looking at the pictures of the different characters with each passing story. Stopping at a picture of Snow White and Prince Charming at their wedding, Emma looked up at her mother, looked back at the picture, looked up at her mother, made a note in her head and then nodded.
"Tan we wead Snow White tonight Mommy?" Emma asked, lifting the book up to give Mary Margaret.
"Sure baby," Mary Margaret smiled, taking the heavy book from Emma.
Emma grabbed her blanket off the couch, jumped up and ran up the stairs to put on her pyjamas. Mary Margaret watched her run, Lady on her heels as the little girl trouped up the stairs. Mary Margaret was looking down at the book in her arms, her daughter had become almost attached to the book since Belle had handed it over to her. She knew that toddlers did get attached to things, look at Emma with her blanket, but she was worried that Emma would get to attached to the fairy tales in the book and only read those. She would have to read other things at some point. But for now Mary Margaret was happy to read the stories to her daughter and watch her get so engaged into the stories she had heard so many times.
Emma's favorite at the moment was Snow White, she loved that the princess was not as helpless as Disney had let on, and she thought she could see someone in the princess, but she couldn't place a finger on exactly who out of the limited people that she had met it was.
"Are you coming Mommy?" the voice floated down to Mary Margaret from the top of the stairs.
"Are you ready for bed darling?"
"Yes Mommy!"
"Then I am on my way!" Mary Margaret laughed and headed up the stairs.
"As Prince Charming placed Emma into the magical wardrobe, he told her to find them before closing the door to face to guards," Mary Margaret ended the story there.
In reality that was technically the end of the story, according to the book, but Emma had noticed that all of the other stories had ending, in one way or another.
"Why doesn't that story have an ending Mommy?" Emma asked as Mary Margaret placed the book on her bedside table, the normal resting place for the book when Emma was sleeping.
"Maybe they forgot to write the ending," Mary Margaret answered.
"Do you fink dat de taracters awe stiww wriding de story?" Emma asked, trying to cover up her yawn.
"Maybe they are, and so the writer didn't want to write the ending because he didn't want them to do something different and then the story would not be the same as the real thing," Mary Margaret suggested.
"I have the same name as the baby princess Mommy," Emma mentioned, curling up under the blankets, Lady at her side.
Mary Margaret would take the puppy downstairs with her when she went so that she wouldn't keep Emma awake all night. She had learned that the hard way.
"You do, maybe you are the princess," Mary Margaret said, kissing her daughter's forehead, picking Lady up and heading out of the room.
"Good night Mommy."
Mary Margaret woke up a few hours after going to bed with Lady at the foot of her bed covered in sweat. She had been having a horrid dream that she was Snow White, but she was alone in the forest, being chased by the huntsman. She had woken up just before the huntsman had carved out her heart.
The different between that dream and normal dreams was that Mary Margaret could swear that she had actually been there, felt those feelings and been in that moment before. It was a serious case of déjà vu.
She would have to take it up with Archie or someone later.
The next day was Saturday, Mary Margaret's day off. Today she had promised to take Emma to the park with Lady for the afternoon so the little girl got up very early to get ready.
"Emma what are you doing? It's 5 o'clock in the morning," Mary Margaret groaned as Emma tried to climb up onto the bed.
"We gots to go to da park!" Emma squealed.
"Emma, we are going to the park after lunch, right now, it is too early to awake, look out the window. Even Mr. Sun is still sleeping," Mary Margaret told her little girl.
"But I's so essited!" Emma cried as Mary Margaret hoisted her up onto the bed.
"How about we go back to sleep for a few hours first okay? Then we can stay at the park longer because you won't be tired," Mary Margaret persuaded the little girl.
"Okay Mommy," Emma said, curling up against Mary Margaret and falling asleep again.
The next time Mary Margaret woke up, Emma was still asleep against her, clutching her blanket to her and sucking her thumb. Mary Margaret smiled at the adorable picture of the blonde in her baby pink footed pyjamas covered in ladybugs and flowers before sliding out of bed and heading over to the kitchen to start making breakfast.
Every Saturday, Mary Margaret had made a tradition on making pancakes for Emma, sometimes with chocolate chips, or blueberries or even strawberry bits. Today, Mary Margaret had put banana in them.
"Mommy!"
Emma's voice rang through the air as Mary Margaret flipped the last pancake off of the pan and onto the plate.
"In the kitchen baby girl!" Mary Margaret called out to her.
The pitter patter of Emma's feet flying across the floor was heard and soon enough Mary Margaret's knees were assaulted by a tiny, flying blonde.
"Morning Emma," she laughed, grabbing Emma and lifting her off the floor.
Putting her on the bar stool, Emma took one look at the two plates filled with banana pancakes, let out a cheer and then grabbed at one of the plates. Her mother handed her the plate before taking one for herself and sitting down beside Emma.
"Tan we go to da park now?" Emma asked as Mary Margaret buttoned the toddler's little tiny jeans.
"Can I get dressed first Emma?" Mary Margaret asked, gesturing to the pyjamas she currently wore.
"But you wook pwetty Mommy."
"Thank you Emma, but I think that it would be more appropriate for me to wear other clothes if we are going outside today," Mary Margaret laughed.
"Tay."
"How about you go get Lady on her leash while I go get dressed?" Mary Margaret suggested.
Emma was up and running down the stairs to grab the puppy's leash before Mary Margaret could blink. Laughing lightly to herself, Mary Margaret headed into her room to pick out something to wear for the day outside with an overexcited toddler and a puppy with almost endless energy.
As Mary Margaret walked down the street pushing Emma in her stroller and holding Lady by the end of the leash, she thought about the dream she had the night before. It was strange and she thought about visiting Archie about it if it continued.
Suddenly, Lady started yapping and pulling at her leash.
"What are you doing Lady?" Mary Margaret asked.
Looking up she found Archie and Pongo not ten feet away from them.
"Hello Mary Margaret," Archie greeted as the mother and daughter reached him. Lady flew at Pongo, jumping at him. Pongo stayed perfectly calm, nosing Lady on occasion.
"Archie, I was actually just thinking about going to talk to you," Mary Margaret answered.
"What about?"
"I had this weird dream last night about the book that Emma and I read."
"What happened in the dream?"
"Well, I was Snow White but it was just odd because it was all déjà vu," Mary Margaret answered.
"That is very odd, I will have to look into it. But for now, I have to finish Pongo's walk. I will see you around," Archie said, nodding before heading off past Mary Margaret and Emma.
On their way back home, Mary Margaret walked past the library with Emma asleep in the stroller and Lady in the toddler's blanket covered lap.
"Mary Margaret!" a voice yelled from behind her.
Spinning around to see David Nolan running towards her.
"David!" Mary Margaret smiled.
"How are you?"
"Good, good. You?" David asked, looking almost nervous.
"Good," Mary Margaret answered with a smile.
"So I was um…. Wondering… Would you like to go on a date with me?" David asked, rushing the words out.
"Pardon?"
"Would you like to go on a date with me?" David asked, slower this time.
"I would love to," Mary Margaret answered politely, jumping up and down inside.
"Great, Friday night?" David asked.
"Sounds perfect," Mary Margaret answered.
They smiled at each other, both containing their excitement and happiness before turning around to head their separate ways. Mary Margaret had the biggest smile on her face for the rest of the day. She had to tell Ruby.
When Mary Margaret got back to the loft, she put Emma and Lady in Emma's bed and rushed down the stairs to call Ruby about what had just gone on, already thinking about what she was going to wear on Friday.
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