Chapter 4
Whenever she is in his arms she feels like she can fly. Swaying slowly to the wireless on the last days of their honeymoon she sighs: "Do we have to go back to Story-brooke?"
He smiled radiantly, as much as he would have loved to keep her hidden away in this beautiful, beach-side cabin, David had only saved up enough money for a few days away.
"I wish we could." He pulled her closer, brushing his lips against her own before linking them in a long kiss.
"These last three days. They have been perfect." Mary-Margaret croons when they break. "No-one has ever made me happier than you."
David hums into her neck. "No-one will ever hold a candle to you."
I love you more than anything.
She thinks about how much she loves her husband weeks later when the doctor telephones and confirms her greatest hope.
"Honey?" David calls.
"Uh-ha." Mary-Margaret tries to compose herself, joy spilling from her eyes.
"In here."
"Hello you." David says sweetly, unable to help the tired smile that graces his lips
"Hello." She says tearfully.
"What is it?" David asks worriedly his arms around her before she can even blink.
"We're having a baby." Mary-Margaret sobs. "I'm pregnant."
It takes him a few moments to process the news. He is going to be a father. A father! To a baby. A beautiful little life that's growing inside of his wife. His Mary-Margaret.
He laughs joyously. "You're pregnant?"
"I'm pregnant Sweetheart." Mary-Margaret smiles as he strokes away her tears and then swiftly sweeps her up into his arms as she laughs.
"MMMMA!" she exclaims after he sets her down gently, his frantically joyous kissing only compounding her delight.
"Are you alright? I mean- is the baby? What did the doctor say? I can't believe we are going to be parents!" He fires erratically, a million questions buzzing around in his mind.
"Charming." she tries to catch his attention as he rails off a list of things he has to do.
"Charming."
"Charming."
She cups his face in her hands and kisses him softly.
"Yes Snow."
"I love you."
He smiles radiantly and places a hand on her womb. "I love you both. So much."
"And we love you. My charming prince."
"We love you."
"Grandma? Grandma Snow."
"Oh! Yes Henry?"
"Were you thinking about Gramps?"
"I'm always thinking about Gramps Henry." she breathed sadly, stroking the young man's face. "And how much you remind me of him."
"I do?"
"You do. And that gives me more comfort than you will ever know."
He'd been gone for two years. Just gone. The morning after their wedding anniversary. No pain, no suffering but, no goodbye. The only reason she didn't curl up into a ball and join him was because he wouldn't want that.
She needed to live. For Emma, For Neal, For their daughters Ruth and Eva and for their grandson Henry.
Years later.
"Snow."
"Charming?" She saw him standing before her as young and beautiful as the day they met.
"How are you here?" How am I? Why do I feel?"
"You're so beautiful. I missed you all so much."
"Come with me! We have to see the kids! They won't believe it."
He stopped her and held her close. "We can't."
"What do mean? Of course we can!"
"Snow, I died. Ten long years ago. I couldn't reach you, I couldn't touch you but, I was always with you."
"I died."
He kissed her passionately to alleviate her pain. She didn't know how she was able to feel in heaven, but, after so long without him, she did not give a damn.
"The children."
"We'll watch over them. Together."
"I love you."
"I love you Snow."
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