loboselinaistrash prompted: Prompt: 'do you ever stop smiling' for snowing please

Some people have asked for a follow up to this story, so here we go.

It started with David coming over every single day once he was off bedrest. They'd talk about the goings on in the outside world. He would take her mind off the fact that she couldn't leave her room, by having her plan out her first day when she was free of doctor's appointments and being prodded 24/7.

"I'm gonna order the biggest chicken finger platter from Granny's," she tells him. "And then I'm going to go roller skating."

David grins. "Roller skating?"

"Yup. I used to do it when I was younger and I want to get back into it now." The smile didn't leave David's face and she felt herself blushing. "Do you ever stop smiling?"

"Not really, no."

He was with her the day she got to the okay to start eating good foods again. He brought her the chicken finger platter from Granny's, complete with crinkle cut fries (her favorite). That smile never disappeared. When she could finally leave the house to go on short walks, they did them together.

And on the day she was finally free and all cleared, they went roller skating at the park. It was a disaster and they both nearly fell a million times, but somehow, they always ended up catching her. That smile didn't leave his face.

As promised, they had the steak dinner with a big baked potato a piece. That was followed by another dinner, then another. They were texting and calling each other nonstop. David attended family gatherings with her and she got to know his own a lot better.

"What are we?" she asks one day as they leave the movies. They're holding hands. A soft spring breeze falls over them. It's been nearly 6 months since the transplant, 6 months since their lives collided. They've spent practically every waking hour together and yet, haven't done so much as kiss.

David pauses and for once, the smile leaves his face. "What are we?" He repeats the question slower. She knows he gets it, but is afraid of his answer.

"We spend all our time together and yet…"

She thinks of Regina, who teases her constantly about David. She's battled with her feelings for him for a while. It's easy to say she loves him, he gave her a second chance at life. But for so long she had to try to figure out if that was the only reason they ended up together. Would their lives have crossed any other way? Would he want to spend so much time with her if he hadn't given her a part of him?

"We never talk about it," David finishes for her. "I know."

"I've thought about this a lot," Mary Margaret admits. "I've had feelings for you, but I didn't know if it was just Prince Charming Complex."

David raises an eyebrow. "Prince Charming Complex?"

"You saved my life, David. And it's something I'm always going to be thankful for. I just wondered for so long if my feelings for you weren't clouded by what you did. And then I got better, and you stayed. I started to realize…even if all of this wouldn't have happened, I'd still like you. I'd still want to know you. I'd still…"

"Want to be with me?"

A small smile forms across her face. "Well…yeah."

He's quiet for a minute and she's worried she ruined it. 6 months of friendship. 6 months of late-night FaceTime chats and text messages. 6 months of getting to know each other, practically being a family. She hasn't wanted to rock the boat, but she can't handle it anymore.

"I've felt the same way," David admits.

Mary Margaret tilts her head. "You have?"

"The minute the nurse wheeled you in days after the surgery, I felt this relief. I had been worried about you for days and I felt this anxiety, even with everyone telling me that it had gone well. I wanted to tear out all of that machinery and go find you." Mary Margaret's smile grows. "And then we kept talking and I realized…I wanted to spend all my time with you."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"For the same reason you didn't. I worried you would think I only gave you part of my liver because I wanted something from you. I need you to know Mary Margaret, when this started, I didn't intend to fall in love."

A pause falls over them. He said the "l" word, not her. She feels her cheeks flush and the tears pool her eyes.

"Love?"

"Yeah," he admits, his smile returning, albeit a nervous one. "I fell in love with you, Mary Margaret. When I'm not with you, it's all I want to do. When I am with you, I never want our time to end. You've become everything to me."

He cups her cheeks and she takes a deep breath. Staring into his baby blue eyes, she feels safe. At home. And she never wants to stop.

"We're really doing this," Mary Margaret whispers. "There's no going back."

"And I'd never want to."

They kiss and it fills her stomach with butterflies. Her arms collapse around his neck and his around her waist. They fit, like two pieces of a puzzle that were desperate to be put together.

As they pull apart, their foreheads stay touching. "I love you too," she whispers. He smiles that full, charming smile and she can't help but kiss it again.