Chapter 10

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She felt pain…the worst pain she had ever felt. There was physical pain, yes, but that was nothing compared to the emotional pain she was feeling after having to say goodbye to her newborn daughter. The pain was unimaginable. She felt as if part of her own heart had been ripped away. She carried around this bundle of joy inside of her for nine months. She felt her move inside of her. She talked to her. She and her loving husband sang her songs every night before they went to sleep. They had planned a whole life for their little girl and couldn't wait to teach her how to walk and how to talk. They wanted to teach her how to ride a horse, shoot a bow and arrow, and wield a sword. And just like that all of their dreams were ripped away. She cried out for her little girl that was taken away too soon. She had mere minutes with her beautiful baby before she had to hand her over. The Evil Queen's curse was coming, and they had to get their baby to safety so she could escape the horrors that this curse would bring and save them all. Escape the curse…she had to escape the curse. What if she didn't? What if something happened and her daughter didn't make it to the wardrobe…the wardrobe that had just enough magic for one. The wardrobe that would take her away from all of this. She had to make sure her husband got their baby girl there safely, that he didn't get stopped by the Evil Queen's black knights who were flooding the hallways of their castle. She slowly climbed out of bed and grabbed her stomach, feeling more of the physical pain as she tried to stand. She pushed it aside though, she had to check on her family. She made her way into her daughter's nursery, the one they had worked so hard to prepare, to where the wardrobe was waiting. When she entered the room, she saw her husband lying on the floor. He'd been hurt. She knelt down onto the ground and begged him to come back to her. She kissed him, hoping that would wake him. Her efforts were futile. The kisses of true love weren't working. She looked up when she heard people entering the nursery. It was her…the Evil Queen, the one who set all of this into motion, along with a few of her black knights. She looked around frantically for her little girl. Had she made it through? Was her husband able to get their daughter to safety? Her questions were answered when one of the black knights opened the wardrobe to find it empty, declaring that the child had gotten away. She sighed with relief. She knew that she would see her baby again one day, and she would save them all from the cursed lives they were about to live. She just held on tight to her husband as the wind gushed all around her and pulled her away from the only life she had ever known.

Mary Margaret sat up quickly as she was pulled from her dream. Her breathing was frantic as she looked around the room. That dream really shook her to the core. It all felt so real. She had to sit for a few minutes and remind herself that it was just a dream…that it wasn't real. Why did it all feel so real though? Losing her husband, losing her daughter, the curse taking them away…Mary Margaret felt like that was something she had actually experienced. She knew she didn't, but why did it all seem so familiar to her? Then she realized the events that took place in her dream were the same ones she had read over and over again. They were the stories she read to Emma from her big storybook. These events took place in the stories about Snow White and Prince Charming. It was odd though…not only did Mary Margaret have this dream about Snow White, but in this dream she was Snow White. Mary Margaret just shook her head. This was all just silly. She wasn't the fairest of them all…she surely was no princess. She never had a husband or a baby…she's never even been pregnant before. She just had a little laugh at her crazy dream and went upstairs to check on her little princess who was probably about to wake up soon.

Emma rubbed her eyes and slowly opened them, squinting at the sun that was shining through her window. She rolled over and snuggled her blankey close as she thought about everything that happened yesterday. She should be happy, she finally found her daddy. She had been in Storybrooke for such a long time and could never find him. She looked all over for him. Everywhere she went she kept an eye out for him. She studied every man she walked by, hoping that one of them would be her daddy. None of them were him though, she was starting to lose hope that he was even here at all, but now she knew exactly where he was. He was at that scary hospital. No wonder Emma was never able to find him. She hated going there. Emma was glad that she finally found him, but he was sleeping though. Her mommy told her that he was in a car accident and his brain got hurt and that's why he was always sleeping now. He was all alone too. He was in that room all by himself. No one was in there with him. That made Emma feel sad. She wanted to be with her daddy. She wanted to stay with him so he wasn't afraid. Emma was always a little afraid when she was alone, especially when she was in the hospital. What if her daddy didn't like hospitals and doctors just like her? She didn't want her daddy to feel scared. Emma knew she had to get him out of there. She had to find a way to wake him up. He couldn't sleep forever…could he? No, there had to be something. Emma thought maybe she could read the storybook to him. Maybe he could listen while he slept and then he could remember. Then she sighed, it wasn't working to help her mommy remember, so it probably wouldn't make her daddy remember either. Then she thought of something from the storybook that just might work. True loves kiss. True loves kiss might wake him up! The only problem with that was that she would have to get her mommy to kiss him. She was his true love. Emma knew there was no way she could get Mary Margaret to kiss him…not unless she got her to remember. Emma sighed, she had been trying for weeks to get her mommy to remember and nothing was working. She didn't know what to do.

As Emma thought about her mommy and how to get her to go back to the hospital, she slowly started to remember everything that happened last night, especially how she acted. Emma remembered screaming at her mommy and not wanting to leave the hospital. Emma remembered her mommy having to carry her out, while she kicked and screamed the whole time. Emma knew she gave her mommy a really hard time when it was time to get into her booster seat too. She wasn't sure, but Emma thought she actually kicked her at some point. Emma definitely remembered her mommy yelling at her. That really scared Emma, her mommy had never yelled at her before. That was the last thing Emma remembered from last night. She must have fallen asleep on the way home and her mommy put her to bed. Emma didn't know why she even did that. She just couldn't help it. She didn't want to leave her daddy. Emma started to get really worried. She'd never thrown a tantrum like that before…well not that she could remember and especially never in front of her mommy. What if her mommy was really mad at her? What if she wanted to send her back? Emma knew she hadn't been on her best behavior lately. She didn't do her work at school, she pushed Marta and knocked down a bunch of other kids, and now this. What if that was Emma's last chance? What if she blew it and her mommy would never forgive her? Emma didn't know what to do. She couldn't be sent away again. She couldn't leave Storybrooke. She had to stay here and help her mommy and daddy remember and break the curse.

Emma jumped a little when she heard her mommy coming up the stairs. Emma wasn't ready…she wasn't ready for her mommy to tell her that she had to pack her bags and that it was time to leave. She didn't want to go. Emma quickly threw her covers up over her head to hide when she heard her mommy start to open the door.

Emma heard her getting closer and closer. She held on tight to the covers, so her mommy couldn't pull them down. If she couldn't see her, then she couldn't talk to her.

"Emma, are you awake?" Mary Margaret asked as she tried to pull the covers back. "Emma…let me see you," she said with a laugh as the little hands underneath of the covers prevented her from pulling them down. She knew Emma was awake and probably embarrassed about what happened last night.

Emma just continued to hold tight to her blankets, but her mommy was stronger and was eventually able to pull them away.

"Good morning," Mary Margaret told Emma with a smile as she sat down on the bed.

Emma just covered her face with her hands and turned away. She didn't want to give her mommy the chance to tell her that she had to leave.

"Emma, look at me," Mary Margaret said as she pulled Emma's hands away. She sighed when she saw that Emma's eyes were squeezed shut.

"Emma can you open your eyes for me?"

"No," Emma told her.

"Why not, Em?"

"Because I don't want you to tell me."

Tell you what, sweetie?" Mary Margaret asked, not really sure what that little brain of Emma's was thinking.

"Tell me that I have to leave," Emma said as she pulled her hands away from her mommy and covered her eyes again.

Mary Margaret sighed when she realized what Emma was thinking. This poor little girl still thought she was going to get sent away.

"I'm sorry, little one, but you're stuck with me. You're not allowed to leave," Mary Margaret told her.

Emma slowly moved her hands away from her eyes and opened them to look up at her mommy. She had to see if she was telling the truth.

"But, I'm bad. I was really bad last night," Emma said as she shook her head.

"Emma you listen to me," Mary Margaret said as she lifted Emma up, so she was sitting instead of lying down. Mary Margaret made sure to look Emma right in the eyes. "You are not bad, Emma. You made some wrong choices last night, but that does not mean that you are a bad little girl, okay?"

"Okay," Emma said as she nodded her head. "So, you're really not going to send me back?"

"Emma, I am never going to send you back. Not ever, no matter what you do. I will always be here for you. I love you."

"I love you too," Emma said as she launched herself into her mommy's arms.

Mary Margaret held on tight to Emma, she didn't know what else she could do to convince this little girl that she was never going to be sent away again. Mary Margaret just knew she had to keep showing Emma over and over again that she would be here for her and that she loved her, no matter how many times it took for that to sink in.

"We do need to talk about what happened last night though Em," Mary Margaret said as pulled the little girl back and looked into her bright green eyes.

"Okay," Emma said as she looked down.

"Can you tell me what happened last night? Why were you so upset?"

Emma thought about it for a minute. She knew exactly why she was upset. Her daddy was stuck in that hospital. He was asleep and might never wake up, but she couldn't tell her mommy that.

"I just didn't want that man to be all alone," Emma told her. "Hospitals are scary."

"Emma, he isn't alone. All of the doctors and nurses are there and they take really good care of him."

"Yeah, I guess so," Emma said. She really didn't think doctors and nurses counted as company. They probably gave him shots and did all that other not fun stuff that doctors do.

"Emma, I understand that you were upset last night and that you felt bad for that patient, but you cannot act that way. You can't scream and kick and carry on like that, okay?"

"I know. I'm really sorry," Emma said as tears started to run down her cheeks. She felt really bad for what she did.

"It's okay, little one. I forgive you. You just have to remember to use you words when you're upset," Mary Margaret told her as she wiped Emma's tears away.

"Okay, I will," Emma promised.

"Okay, good," Mary Margaret said as she pulled Emma in for another hug. "What do you say we go get some breakfast?"

Mary Margaret wasn't going to be too hard on Emma for her behavior last night. This was the first time Emma had ever thrown a tantrum like that. Emma had already been through so much in her short little life. Mary Margaret expected these sort of things to happen a lot when she first took Emma in, they really didn't though. It was rare for Emma to even complain very much…well expect when she tried to get her to eat green vegetables, but that was typical for any child. Mary Margaret knew that right now, Emma needed to be shown love and support and that's exactly what she was going to do for her.