A/N: Choosing to believe laughter is a good thing - I'm glad y'all are enjoying this. Sorry it's another shortie! For Mothers Day, we get Snow's POV - unplanned timing! Thank you, every view, follow, favorite, and review fill me with all sorts of fluffy goodness. YOU keep me writing!

~And so it begins~

Snow woke with a heavy heart. She loved that her daughter was awake now, but hated what Emma would have to face, and soon. The memories. The trauma. A baby.

Regina did have a few suggestions for the latter. She had given the Royal Couple a few options to ponder, together. They had no idea anything could be done, but the most important thing was should they? But how could Snow even begin to make such a decision for her daughter? It was all too much to think about just now.

She couldn't keep avoiding it, either. Regina had warned that their window to decide was closing rapidly.

Snow pushed those dreary thoughts from her mind, sitting up to peer through the window. Only a few hours had passed since sunrise. It wouldn't be long before the staff would come to wake her, and her husband. She also realized this meant Captain Jones had, likely, long since left. Knowing what she did about the pair, she wondered how her daughter would take the news of his absence.

She looked over at her husband's sleeping face, and a small smile pulled on her lips. He looked so peaceful. Even now, he could make her happy even in the smallest way.

She swung her legs over the bed, noticing a note on the bedside table. Curious, she reached over carefully, unfolding it.

Emma had taken her old bandit's clothes. She'd found Hook sneaking off and decided to go with him. Reading between the lines, Snow just knew that Emma had forced her way onto his trip.

She shook her head, a swarm of emotions engulfing her as she read the rushed note a second time. It was undoubtedly the work of her daughter. In the end, she only allowed one emotion to surface.

Pride.

She couldn't help but remember her own beginning with David, the net, the ring, the trolls. She couldn't help but smile fondly at the memories. And now, it was Emma's turn.

And so it begins, my dear Emma. You are not prepared for love, but it is love that you will find. I only wish I could have warned you, but I suppose the surprise of it all is the best part.

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