A/N: Hello my little bowls of soup! Juliana here! SORRY It's been so long. I told you I'm really bad with updating fics! Anyway, hope you're all staying sane during the hiatus and warm during this brutal winter if you live here in the US. Well that's it I guess. I don't have much to say. Enjoy!

It was now April of the next year. Emma was still three, and spring was starting to creep into Portland. The shelter where Snow and Emma had once lived had a free daycare service during the week, so Snow would drop Emma off there every morning and go to work. She ended her shift around five, when she would pick Emma up.

Today was Friday, and it was what Emma liked to call "Girl's Night". Snow would pick Emma up at the shelter and take her to the diner to have breakfast for dinner. Then they would go to the library and rent a movie. The ever-hyper Emma would often fall asleep before the movie ended. Also on girl's night, Snow would let Emma sleep in her bed with her. It was another one of their silly little traditions.

The air was cool, but pleasant as Emma and Snow walked to the diner. Emma held her mother with one hand and swung her favorite teddy bear from the other.

"Did you have fun today?" Snow asked

"Yes" Emma babbled, looking at the sidewalk as she skipped along.

"What did you do?"

"Well we watched a movie."

"Oh that's nice" Snow said. "What was it called?"

"Well they said it was called Snow White, but it couldn't have been. It was all wrong."

Snow knew this would arise someday. In her research, she had read about a company, after she had read about what a company was, called Disney. They were famous for making movies about fairytales. She had watched a few of the movies in the shelter when Emma was a baby. She knew the stories were wrong. Still, the basic details were correct, and she had no idea how people in this world heard about the stories. She knew that one day Emma would watch the movies herself, and with her perceptive wit, would pick out the mistakes.

"Well sometimes stories change when they get told from person to person Emma" Snow said.

"Oh" Emma replied. She seemed a bit upset. "It just, made me sad, because the real stories are so much better. The part about how you met daddy was all wrong, and there was nothing about your adventures, or rescuing each other, or any of the good stuff"

"I know. They used to play those movies in the shelter when you were a baby."

"So have you seen this one?" Emma asked.

"Yes. And I know that a lot of the details are wrong, but I know it still has your favorite part." Emma smiled

"Ya that's true. But your version of it is better."

"Did you still like the movie though?" Snow asked.

"Ya it was nice. Have you seen a lot of those movies Mama?"

"No, just a few." Snow thought for a second. "How about, when we go to rent a movie tonight, we get one of those!" Emma smiled again. Snow could tell by those eyes that she did like the movies. Or maybe she was just eager to find more mistakes.

Emma was very perceptive. She noticed things, and never hesitated to point them out. Still, maybe some of the movies could still elude her. There were so many stories that Snow had yet to tell her, either because she hadn't gotten to them yet, or she didn't think Emma was old enough to hear them. There was only so much that a three year old should know. She didn't need to hear yet about Red accidentally eating her boyfriend.

That night, Emma and Snow were cuddled next to each other on the couch, watching "Sleeping Beauty". A half-finished bowl of popcorn sat between them, spare pieces littering the floor. On the coffee table in front of them sat two mugs of hot chocolate with cinnamon. Emma watched intently as Prince Phillip woke up Aurora with true love's kiss.

"Look Mama!" she said. "It's just like you and Daddy!"

"Yes I suppose it is" Snow replied.

"Except your story is better" Snow smiled at Emma and began to tickle her belly. Emma giggled more and more loudly until he was screaming with laughter. Once the excitement died down, Emma continued to ask questions.

"Mama did you ever meet Princess Aurora?" she said.

"No" Snow said. "But I've heard of her. Last I heard she wasn't under a sleeping curse though"

"Well maybe the movie got it really wrong."

"Maybe"

A few minutes later the film's credits flashed across the screen. Emma let out a huge yawn.

"Alright missy" Snow said. "Now it's time for you to go to sleep."

"But I'm not tired" Emma whined as she let out another yawn and struggled to keep her eyelids lifted.

"Sure you aren't" Snow said. She picked Emma up in her arms. The little princess almost immediately fell asleep on her mother's shoulder. Snow placed her in the large bed and turned off the light, then crawled in next to her and held her close, as they both escaped into their dreams.

Except Snow didn't sleep, at least not much. Sometimes she tried, but she didn't stay under for very long. It wasn't the sleeping curse. Those fears had ended long ago. Every time she went to sleep, she saw her husband closing the doors of the wardrobe. She couldn't bear it. She woke up sweating and crying every time. It was a restless life, and there were still 25 years let until her family was reunited. Even then, Emma still had to break the curse, and who knew what she'd have to do?

She looked at Emma fast asleep next to her. Wiping away her tears she squeezed her tightly, and closed her eyes, hoping maybe this time the nightmares wouldn't come.

1 year later

It was September and Emma was four. Snow had taken the day off from her job as a secretary for this special occasion. Mother and daughter stood in front of a large building amongst a large crowd of parents and children.

Snow straightened out Emma's dress and hair.

"Now remember Emma" she said. "Be a good girl. And don't be afraid to say hello to people. Make friends"

"I know Mama" Emma giggled. "You've been telling me all week." Snow felt her eyes growing moist.

"I know" she said. "You're just, growing up so fast." A tear trickled down her cheek.

"Why are you crying mama?" Emma asked.

"All parents cry on their kid's first day of school sweetie."

"Well don't mama. I'll be home before you know it!" Just then the kindergarten teacher stepped out from the door.

"Alright children!" she called. "Line up its time to come inside!" Snow handed Emma her lunch box.

"Thanks Mama!" Emma said. Then she began to skip to the door. Suddenly she stopped and turned around.

"I almost forgot" she said. Quickly, she ran to Snow and wrapped her arms around her, burying her head in her mother's waist.

"Bye!" Emma giggled. Then she ran off again.

"Be good Emma!" Snow called.

"I will!" she replied

"Be careful!"

"I know!"

"Emma!" Snow called. Emma turned around. She was about to call out yet another caution. Then she looked into her daughter's eager eyes, full of happiness and excitement. With tears building up yet again she muttered "Have fun." Emma smiled and joined the line of children.

Snow watched until she went inside, waved at her one last time, then walked home, letting the tears fall down her cheeks.

One month later, Snow was running around the apartment hanging up decorations. A chocolate cinnamon cake was baking in the oven and she had just called in an order for pizza. It was Emma's fifth birthday, and they were having a party. Emma skipped excitedly around the house, when the doorbell rang.

"YAY!" Emma squealed. She bounced from foot to foot in front of the door, anxious to see which of her school friends had arrived to the party.

Snow walked over, smiled at her and opened the door. Upon doing so, she was surprised to see that no one was there. She looked confused until Emma pointed at the floor and shouted.

"Look!" she said. Snow looked down and saw a rectangular package wrapped in metallic pink paper. Carefully, she reached down and picked it up. She looked for a tag and realized that there wasn't one.

"Who's it from Mama?" Emma said.

"I don't know"

"Well let's open it!" she squealed.

"Ya" Snow said, still confused. She and her daughter walked over to the couch and sat down. She put the present in Emma's lap.

"Go ahead" she said. "Unwrap it." Emma smiled and began to tear away at the paper. When she finally finished, she revealed a large brown book. It said nothing, nothing but a title: Once Upon a Time.

"It's a storybook mama!" Emma said.

"Is there a card in there?" Snow asked. "Does it say who it's from?"

"No" Emma said flipping through the pages. Briefly she stopped on something. Then she spoke again. "But look mama! Someone finally got the story right!"

"What?"

"The story, about you and daddy, someone got it right." She leaned over to show her mother the picture she was looking at. "See there's you and him at the troll bridge. And the picture looks just like you."

Snow grabbed the book from her daughter's lap and looked at the page she was referring to. There it was, printed in ink, the correct story about her life. This was strange. Throughout her time in this world, she had scoured through different collections of stories. She had seen many re-tellings of her story, but none were correct. None of them until now.

Snow continued to flip through the pages, just to make sure this wasn't a coincidence. Sure enough, she saw it all. There was the story about Regina and Daniel. There was a picture of her and Red, standing together in the forest. She kept flipping and flipping, finding more and more accurate stories. Finally, she stumbled upon a photo that made her heart stop. There was a picture of her husband, putting her and Emma into the wardrobe. Almost immediately, she gasped and slammed the book shut.

"What's wrong mama?" Emma asked.

"Nothing" Snow said, shaking off her anger for her daughter. "Why don't you go put the book in your room?"

"Okay!" Emma shouted. She grabbed her new gift and bounded off to put it under her pillow.

Snow continued to sit and stare at the wall for a moment, reflecting on what she had just experienced. How was it possible that someone else knew the true stories of her world? And how was it that this book just appeared at her doorstep? Snow wanted to say she was excited, but frankly, she was just scared.

A/N:Well that's it! I know its a bit short, but I felt like that last paragraph was a good way to end it. The updating thing might get better once I reach Bae's entrance, because I pretty much know a lot of things I want to do from there. I'm pretty lost right now. Anyway, I'm wondering if there's something you'd be interested in. I did it in one of my previous multichaps. I provide a trivia question about ANYTHING at the end of each chapter, first three to give the correct answer get a sneak peek of the next chapter in a PM. I could also do gifset chapter previews on Tumblr as well, video trailers. Idk, let me know your thoughts. Theres a lot of stuff I can do. I like to get interacvtive. K bye!

-Kingdomkeepers365