THANK YOU FOR ALL THE REVIEWS, GUYS! I WASN'T GOING TO CONTINUE IT BUT FELT AS THOUGH IT WAS KIND OF LOOSE-ENDED, SO I WROTE THIS ENDER FOR YOU!

Mary Margaret feels Emma shaking at leads her to the couch where she drapes a blanket over her.

"I'll get you some hot chocolate." She says. Hesitantly, David sits next to her.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm hypothermic and quite possibly frost bitten but I'm in one piece." She knows perfectly well what he meant but chooses to ignore that implication. He's seen Snow do it plenty of times and easily recognizes the tactic and gives her a knowing look without pushing it.

"Here you go." The brunette hands her a steaming mug.

"Thanks." Emma smiles up at her. Mary Margaret sits in a chair facing them.

"We have so many questions, but I'm sure you have some of your own. If you want, you know, to go at your own pace, we can open up first." She has no idea how much the gesture means to the blonde.

"That would be great."

"Where do we begin?" She looks at David.

"I think she's read the book enough times." He nods to the object in question lying on the table. "What isn't in the book?"

"Oh, all the little things. Like when I was pregnant with her. Or is that too raw for right now?"

"It isn't." Emma says, smiling hopefully at the two.

"There's just so many." Mary Margaret says, looking again to her husband.

"One that comes to mind is when you had a temper tantrum." He chuckles.

"That was pretty funny." She agrees.

"What happened?" Surprising herself, Emma's actually eager to hear it.

"Well, it was right after Snow told Rumplestiltskin your name and we were on our way back to the castle. I was still shocked –in a good way- that I was going to have a little princess. I could've sworn you were going to be a boy." He looks at Mary Margaret to continue.

"He kept rambling, on and on, about how excited he was. I couldn't get him to shut up."

"Then I said something about not using swords and chasing the boys away and you started kicking." David says excitedly, his eyes glowing at the memory.

"It was the hardest you ever kicked." Mary Margaret says.

"I guess I can still teach you." He smiles.

"About that…" Emma shifts nervously. "I uh, I killed a dragon."

"Me too!" David exclaims, and the trio laughs.

"I am so proud of you." Mary Margaret wraps her daughter in a hug and David follows suit, placing a kiss on top of her head.

"I second that."

Normally, Emma would have pulled back and run away. But, at least for right now, she feels that maybe things will be okay and they can regain some sense on semblance of normalty.

I'M SORRY IT WAS SO SHORT. IF YOU WANT TO READ MORE OF MY STORIES, MY CHARMING FAMILY FIC IS ONCE UPON A TIME IN A LAND FAR FAR AWAY AND WHAT HURTS THE MOST. I HAVE A FEW OTHERS THAT ARE MARY MARGARET/EMMA, BUT DON'T INCLUDE DAVID. THANKS FOR READING, IT MEANS SO MUCH! IF YOU HAVE TIME FEEL FREE TO DROP A REVIEW!