First thoughts
Ghaby asked for a oneshot of Snowing's thoughts right after the first curse broke and they realised Emma was their child.
Snow
This was her. Emma. My Emma. This was the little girl I had given birth to? This was really my little girl? How could this be? It simply did not feel like nearly three decades had passed. She was so beautiful.
I didn't want to approach her too quickly. She looked on edge, like she was thinking about running. Knowing the little I did about my own child, I knew that wasn't exactly an outside possibility. I walked up to her slowly, cautiously. I placed my hand gently on her cheek. I felt an immediate warmth flow through me. I had been with Emma for weeks now. Both as her roommate and then latterly her friend. Now here we were as mother and daughter. I had waited for this moment for so long. When I made the decision to put her through the wardrobe and spare her from Regina's curse, I knew this would be painful. I knew deep down that seeing my daughter as an adult without getting to see her grow up was bound to be difficult, but I wasn't ready for the immediate knot of pain that now sat deep within my stomach. Would it ever go away?
David
I couldn't take my eyes off her. I felt so…proud. Here she was, my Emma. My beautiful little girl. She was so strong. With only Henry's help, she had broken the curse and saved the entire town. She had saved her mother and me. Thanks to her, we had the chance to be a proper family. Something we had all waited far too long for. The only problem was, was that something Emma wanted? I knew that she had been trying to leave with Henry before he got sick. Now that the curse was broken and Emma knew who she truly was, would she still want to leave town? I don't think I could handle that. I had waited so long to have her back in my arms. At least during the curse I was blissfully unaware of the wonderful daughter I had out there who needed her father. Now that I remembered her, I remembered everything, I couldn't live my life not being able to see her. Hopefully, if I hold her tight enough, I'll never have to let her go again.
