Finding You

Chapter 3

Snow & Davids Palace

Snow looked out on the balcony, to the village below, to the mountains behind and the ocean ahead. She did this every morning, wondering where her sweet, now eighteen years old baby girl was. She hoped that wherever Emma was she was happy. 

She wondered if she was in this kingdom if she had blonde or dark hair, or maybe somehow it was red. What color her eyes were, what her favorite color was. If she was short or tall, or just in between. 

She wondered if she was married, or if she had found her true love. Maybe she had a child or children. Snow chuckled at the thought of herself being a grandmother, but she had to admit she didn't hate the idea. 

She felt a warm hand on her shoulder. She leaned on David's shoulder, she sighed. 'We'll find her Snow, don't worry.' David quoted, feeling if though he was doubting what he had just said himself.

The Village

Emma lay half awake, half asleep on her bed when she heard her alarm clock. The pitter-patter of tiny feet, and then a jump on her bed and loud excited 'Mama! Wake up!' and then she'd grab her little boy and tickle and kiss him all over. 

'Mummy?' Henry asked while she carried him into the kitchen, so he could help her make breakfast like they did every Saturday. 'Yes sweetie?' she responded, 'why don't you know your mama?'. 

Emma wasn't really expecting that question, but she answered it in the simplest way possible. 'Well, my mommy couldn't take care of me when I was a baby, and I was a baby, so I didn't know very much then, and so I couldn't ask her where she lived.' That was the only way she knew she could say it to a toddler. She didn't really know any more than that about her parents. All she knew is that she was found in the forest by a neighboring king, and that king didn't care who's baby it was or where it came from, but one of the kings men convinced him to take 1 extra turn and leave her on the steps of an orphanage. 

'kay,' Henry said and reached for the floor, a sign to tell Emma he wanted to go down. As Emma pulled Henry's toy box down from a cupboard that was too high for Henry, he pulled on her nightgown and said, 'when will we see your mama?' he asked. 'I don't know Henry, when do you think?' he paused. 'I think tomorrow' he said confidently. Emma smiled, but maybe just maybe... Henry had guessed right.