All three of us are sitting on the log all leaning on each other for support however I still feel like I need to be stronger than the two women on my shoulders, I feel like I should be mother hen, as I'm mulling this thought over in my head, Snow pulls head of my shoulder and asks.
"When did you realise you were in love with my daughter? Cause as far as I can tell… That's just it I can't tell."
As she asks this I feel Belle pulling her head of my shoulder obviously intrigued by this as well. I take a deep breath and look down. Still talking with head down as its the only way I'll be able to continue getting the words out as clear as I want them.
"I was always attracted to her, even when she was the woman who was going to take my son away from me, but it would be kind of hard not to with those princess curls and that hideous leather jacket that somehow looks good on her, and I'm not really sure when the strong need to hate her changed but as people say there is a fine line between love and hate. I guess somewhere between my son and our son."
I take another breath to try and stop myself from saying too much and talking myself into hysterics.
"But I really knew when I realised I had to give her up as well as Henry to get us here and then the best I could do was give her fake happiness."
I lifted my head up and felt the sympathetic eyes on me. And I couldn't stand it so I pulled myself up from my position and started pacing on the crisp grass, concentrating on the sound of my feet on the ground and not on the milling thoughts of my two companions.
As I continue pacing I hear whispering between the two and then Belle pipes up.
"Then why didn't you tell Emma?"
I stop and turn around slowly pulling my thoughts together.
"She's her, why would she love me?"
I take a deep breath and then launch into a massive rant.