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Henry bounded down the stairs with a notebook in hand. He skidded to a stop in the kitchen. Everyone looked at him expectantly.
"I made a list of all the songs." He smiled. "I'll just need Doc's help to build a stereo. I think Mom still has her phone which should have all the songs on it."
"Can I see?" James asked, reaching for the notebook.
"No!" The boy snatched it away. "It's top secret."
"What're you gonna call it?" Emma raised an eyebrow. "Operation Rattlesnake?"
"That's an awesome idea. So when do I need to have this all done by?"
"Uh…" The blonde looked over at Graham, who shrugged. "A month?"
"Don't be silly!" Snow interjected. "We just need to give the kingdom some notice, but that's only a day. We'll have everything done in a week!"
"Don't most weddings need like… more planning?" Emma asked uncertainly, visibly paling at the thought of walking down the aisle so soon.
"We can get whatever we want." Snow replied. "The kingdom will be overjoyed." She glanced at James for backup, but he just stood there with his arms crossed. The brunette smirked. "Your father doesn't like the idea of his little girl getting married."
"Graham's a good man." He said through clenched teeth. "I'm just glad she picked him."
"Thank you." The huntsman smiled. "As am I. Your daughter is the most amazing person I've ever met. I wake up every morning next to her and think, 'what did I do right to get her?'" Emma flushed.
"I'm gonna, uh… go for a walk. It's beautiful out." She said and got up. Snow watched her walk away and waited a few minutes before following her.
"I'll be back!"
"I think there's usually strippers at bachelor parties." Henry said once Snow was gone. "But I'm too young to book any, so Grandpa will have to do that."
"Henry!" James exclaimed.
"No, no. No strippers." Graham said firmly. "What do you think your mother would do if she saw me with strippers?"
"Good point." Henry sighed. "Back to the drawing board."
OUAT
Emma sat on a rock near at the edge of a stream, watching the water trickle by. She didn't hear any footsteps, yet she knew her mother was half a dozen yards behind her.
"You followed me."
"Yes." Snow smiled. Her daughter certainly had her ability to sense nearby people. "Is that a problem?"
"I'm used to it." The blonde said, not looking her way. Snow settled on a rock beside her, silently slipping a hand into hers. She knew Emma better than the back of her hand, whether the princess wanted to admit it or not. In fact, there are some days when Snow thinks they're almost identical. Almost. The brunette has more control of her anger and more grace, remembering when Emma had fallen up the stairs one of the first nights in the castle. But she can recognize the same general distrust for anyone under Homo sapiens, the same strength and stubbornness that is the reason they're sitting on rocks not talking. So, Snow sat patiently, waiting for the blonde to speak in her own time. Right on cue, she does. "I never thought this would be my life. I'm living in a fairytale for God sake! Even in Storybrooke, it didn't seem real. I had a friend, and I was with my son but didn't have to be responsible for him because I can't. Slowly I could accept that that was my life. It wasn't so bad. Henry grew on me, and so did you. Now, though, everything's different. I'm a full-time mom, you're not my friend anymore, and I'm not allowed to hate David's guts. I'm getting married! This all," she gestured wildly through the air, "wasn't in my plan."
"You're plan was to be a well kempt hermit, Emma. That's no way to live." She said measuredly.
"At least it wasn't complicated!" Emma yelled out of frustration. Snow wished she could just break down those walls and take away all the pain, but she knew all too well that once those things became a part of you, they never left. There are still days where she cries in her room and James walks in, and she wants to push him away.
"I'm still your friend." She reached out to turn Emma's head to face her. Slowly, the blonde cooperates. "I know you didn't grow up with a mother and this is very hard for you to understand, but being mother doesn't end with cutting crusts of sandwiches and tying shoes. It's about helping your child, even if they don't need or want the help."
"I have no idea what I'm doing."
"Which part is confusing you?"
"Everything! I don't know how to be a daughter or how to be a mom or a wife." Emma shouted.
"Those things will come naturally. Think about Henry; your first instinct is to protect him and love him with every fiber in your being. You're doing a great job at that." Snow explained calmly, counteracting Emma's outbursts.
"I'm not a good daughter."
"Yes, you are." The brunette insisted.
"You're just saying that." Emma crossed her arms.
"Do I lie to make people feel better?"
"You lied to James to save his life. You told him you didn't love him." She challenged.
"That was years ago. Let's try it this way; am I lying?"
"My lie detector gets screwed up when emotions get involved."
"Emma." Snow said impatiently, wrapping her daughter in a hug.
"I believe you." She mumbled through the brunette's shirt. "I mean, I can't be that bad, right?"
"Right." Snow laughed. "So, next week for the wedding?"
"Any advice?" She pulled back.
"Don't trip."
"Really?"
"And don't forget your vows. If you are really opposed to having the whole kingdom there we don't have to."
"I always wanted to have a bunch of people there on my wedding day." Emma smiled. "Of course, the only people I need to be there are you and Dad and Henry. Obviously Graham, too. You know, growing up, I never thought I'd have someone to walk me down the aisle or someone to help guide me through the process of planning. You have no idea how much it means to me."
"Oh Emma." Snow embraced her again. "I'm sorry!" She started to pull away but Emma stopped her. "What about your personal bubble?"
"I missed out on so many of these, I don't want to miss anymore." She explained and could feel her mother's smile against her shoulder.
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