AN~ The previous author's note for this chapter actually embarrassed me more than the story itself, but I still deleted the old story and just kept the theme 'cause it was kind of a nothing piece and it wasn't canon.

It was snowing outside.

Whenever it snowed, it made Charming think. He and Snow weren't together together, yet. He still had a lot of thinking to do before he was ready for marriage.

It was funny, how much their situations had reversed. They'd practically ignored each other for centuries, and then he'd pushed for marriage and she'd resisted, and now she was the one who wanted to take things to the next level, and he wanted to go slowly.

Finding out one's whole life is a lie can do that to a person.

Well, not his whole life. But most of it.

It was funny how what had helped him get back on his feet was finding out that he wasn'tprince charming the way he was supposed to be. The Grimm girl, the older one, had yelled at him, told him that who he really was had come through whatever Bunny had done, and that was what had helped.

After all, it meant he was a real person, not a fabricated perfect man, a gift from a mother to her daughter.

A real person who was desperately in love with Snow.

And she loved him back, surprisingly enough, considering his faults, which Sabrina had been happy to enumerate for him.

There was a knock at the door. Charming rose to answer it, and was surprised to see Bunny standing there, her eyes covered by a pair of dark glasses.

"Hello," he said. "I haven't seen you since the war ended. Since you lost your eyes, he didn't add.

Bunny gave him a wry smile and said, "I haven't seen anyone since the war ended. And never will again. May I come in?"

"Of course," Charming said. "Do you need a hand, or...?" He was making an effort to be polite, now. It was hard. But he was trying.

"I can manage," Bunny said, and she apparently could, as she made her way straight to his kitchen table and sat down at it with barely a pause.

Charming sat down across from her and picked his coffee back up from where he'd left it to answer the door. It was quite early for a visit.

Bunny was silent for a moment, and then she said, "I'm here because Snow says you've pushed the wedding date back."

Charming nodded, realized she couldn't see that, and said, "Yes. So?"

"Why?" Bunny demanded.

Charming didn't want to answer, but it came exploding out of him anyway: "Because we don't actually know if we're in love! Snow may be all right with it, and I thought I was fine, but I'm not. You made us feel this way, and I've been through enough marriages that I thought were love- marriages that might have worked out if it hadn't been for your meddling- that I don't want to jump into another one!"

Bunny nodded. "I thought it might be something like that."

Charming rolled his eyes. Oh, the all knowing witch queen predicted what was wrong with him. Of course she could! She'd designed him, after all!

There was another pause, then Bunny said, "I won't lie to you, William. I don't know if you'd still be in love with my daughter if I'd found another way to keep her alive. I don't know if you'd ever have fallen in love with her at all. I know she had a crush on you before this began- the original plan was to have her marry you, but your parents wouldn't agree to it. I don't know if that would have lasted. But then again, we never know about these things. Nothing is certain. I have studied the book, and I do not believe that what I did could change you forever- your true personality crept through, and your true feelings have probably done the same. But I don't know. And I'll never know." Her tone turned from understanding to cold. "But stop stringing my daughter along. Decide whether you can live with this uncertainty or let her go, and move on. I will not have you hurt her."

Charming wanted to be offended, but instead he laughed. People had told him all these things, already. And he'd thought most of them himself. He just wasn't ready for this. Wasn't ready to be happy. Everything else was just an excuse, really. He wasn't sure he deserved happiness.

But Snow did deserve happiness. And if he was never going to get over her, he might as well dedicate his life to making her as happy as possible.

In the end, he might even deserve her.