A/N: HI! I HAVE TO TELL YOU GUYS SOMETHING! I started a blog on tumblr. The url is shelizabethwriting. Of course fanfiction is difficult so I can't post the link, but if you just type that in with the little tumblr link it should work swimmingly!;D I'm going to post pictures of characters, sneak pics of chapters before I post them here, I'll take prompts for one shots there, I'll take suggestions for current and new stories and just get to talk to everyone! I realize it may not be top priority to go on tumblr and follow a fanfiction blog so I'm going to propose this: for every 100 followers the blog gets, I'm going to do a mini marathon here where I'll post four full length chapters within a 24 hour period.

Thanks in advance! If I'm being honest this isn't my favorite chapter, but I wanted Snow to have some information before going in there. I feel like I'm torturing you guys at this point. Hold out a little longer, next chapter will be a good one!


There are thousands of ordinary moments we take for granted with the people we love, because we always expect more. More days, more moments, more memories, more time. We grow so spoiled with these ordinary moments, that we begin to forget them. We can't recall exactly what we were doing at the same time last week. That is until we are forced to recall them through extraordinary circumstances. Like your six year old daughter, who has never known her father, suddenly say he is going to visit with confidence. Those are the moments we don't forget, because they turn the ordinary days on it's heels.

"Emma, what are you talking about?" Snow asked as her mind went into overdrive, trying to explain her daughters statement. Was there a friend at school named David? Was she forgetting something? It couldn't be... no, it was impossible. Not after six years.

"David said he knew you," Emma explained. "Ryan took me to visit him. He told me to tell you he was in jail! I forgot though," she admitted and looked down. At this, Snow's heart felt like it was beating so violently it was going to thump out of her chest.

"What did he look like? Emma, this is really important. Do you remember?"

Emma looked at her mom, suddenly feeling like this was really important. She didn't want to let her down. "Um. He had light hair like me. And his shirt was white but he had on really bright orange pants!"

Snow wanted to know more. She wanted Emma to describe the color of his eyes, what he said, what his smile looked like, if it still was a little crooked towards the right side, and everything else. But of course she couldn't expect Emma to remember these things.

"Emma, do you remember how long you were in the car? A long time or a little time?"

"A long time! And Ryan didn't like when I talked."

Snow twinged at the statement. Even if Ryan didn't hurt her, he kidnapped a six year old girl and was mean to her. Whoever he was, he was psychotic. Did David know him? Why would he take her to see her father? Going by Emma's explanation of time, there was only one place in Maine where David could be. Calm down, she told herself. She didn't know if he was even Maine. Maybe this Ryan drove with her daughter out of state. No, it had to be North to the prison nearby. Maine is big enough where they wouldn't have made it back in the same night. She wanted to drop everything at the moment and get in the car and drive. No, she didn't just want to, she had something in her that needed to.

"Emma, would you be okay with visiting David again?"

Emma nodded, then decided to seek a confirmation from the person she trusted most in the world. "Is he really your friend?"

"He is," Snow smiled. "A very, very good friend."

"He's nice," Emma said, giving her approval. Snow smiled, knowing how relieved David would be to find out that their daughter liked him. But as soon as she thought it, she felt a shiver throughout her whole body. Had she gone mad? Did she imagine this whole conversation, whole day, whole life? Could David have been here this whole time? Snow learned a trick that if you look at your hands and you can see them clearly, then you can't be dreaming. She looked down at hands. She could see every detail.


"I don't understand," Red questioned her friend. "Why are you nervous?"

"I'm not nervous," Snow corrected. "I'm concerned."

"Concerned?"

"Nervous," Snow finally admitted.

"But you know he's going to be thrilled beyond belief. There's nothing he loves more than you, so automatically he's going to love any person that's half of you."

At this, Snow couldn't help but smile. The idea that a person was coming into the world that was going to be half-David gave her the same sensation.

"I know he'll be happy," Snow grinned. "I just want the way I tell him to be special."

"Ahhh, I see, do you have any ideas?"

"No! I'm totally at a loss."

"We'll think of something," Red assured her. And they did think, until Snow returned home shortly before nightfall.

"Hi," she smiled, folding her leg as she sat next to David. He had on black-rimmed reading glasses and his nose in a book. Reading glasses weren't the most glamorous look in the world and weren't to be worn outside the castle, but they suited David. "Whatcha reading?" Snow said in a sing-song voice.

"It's about war strategy, actually."

"War strategy? Do you have some big plans I don't know about?"

"No," David gleamed. "I'm just trying to expand my knowledge. You know I was just kinda thrown into this life. I wasn't raised royalty. It's not always so natural Miz Snow White."

"I think you're doing a great job Prince Charming." Snow stretched from curling herself on his chest to give her husband a sweet kiss. She could feel his smile in it.

"Are you tired?" He asked, still opening his eyes as she pulled away.

"A little," Snow admitted, but understanding why more than he did.

"Would you like to join me in bed?" David invited coyly. Snow stuck her tongue in between her teeth, deciding to wait until tomorrow.

Tonight they would be two. But tomorrow they would start their journey together as three.

David woke up to an empty bed. He had grown so used to waking up to the presence of Snow's body that being without her felt almost unbearable.

"Good morning Mister," Tempra said with her head down as David walked into the kitchen. He thought Snow would be in here, but she was nowhere to be found.

"Good morning Tempra!" David's voice was more cheerful than usual, and it caused a smile to bloom on the bigger-boned woman's face. "Have you seen my beautiful wife?"

"No Mister," Tempra replied. "Not since before sunrise."

"She was up before sunrise?"

"Yes, I do not know what she was doing. She was very busy. I did not seek to bother her."

"Thank you Tempra," David smiled. He always imagined what her life was before she came to work in the castle kitchen, and who she was outside of it. It seemed like she was always here. What did she dream of as a child? Her aspirations surely weren't just to cook food and call someone much younger than her "mister" all the time. It could have been him. He could have lived a life similar to the people who work for him now. He was thrown into this life, and he fell in love with a princess. But it could have gone another way. Life is half choices, half chance. That truth is absolute.

David ate just a piece of homemade bread Tempra had prepared and decided to go looking for Snow. Usually he left her to her own devices, but for some reason today felt different.


The decision had been made that they would go home from the beach and visit the jail tomorrow. It pained every ounce of Snow's body to know David was mere hours away, but she knew two things. One being that Emma would probably be exhausted from the sun and swimming, and she needed to put her daughter first. Two being that David, for some reason, was in jail. And Snow was almost certain that they had visiting hours and getting there at eleven at night would most certainly be frowned upon.

As soon as she got home, she got Emma in bed and opened up her computer. She tried various searches, not knowing anything but the name David and arrest in Maine. She quickly figured out David had not gone by his real name in this world. She tried James next, looking up arrests in Maine in the past five years. She found an article about an arrest made less than a year ago for loitering with criminal intent in her neighborhood. It was a man named James Nolan. Snow held her breath and clicked on it, recognizing the butterflies in her stomach. It wasn't the first time the sight of him created them. But it had never been in circumstances like this.

She had braced herself, but seeing his picture, his face in this world, had seemed to stop everything in her body.

"Oh David," she whispered. "What have you done?"