Storybrooke Chronicles(editing beware)

She's waiting on the other side

Snow POV

The dial tone just rings in my ear as a wait for him to not pick up like all the other times I tried calling him. 'Hello you've reached David Nolan, I'm sorry I couldn't come to the phone right now but please leave you information and I will get back to you. Thanks and have a wonderful day.' I hear come through the phone. I sigh and end the call. There was a time when he never missed a call, the time when we had Emma.

I will never forget our daughter Emma. She was the prettiest, smartest and happiness three year old ever. She always wanted to hang out with her daddy and myself. Her hair was golden blonde like her dad but her eyes resembled my mother. I remember the way her cheeks turned red when she laughed. I remember the way her face paled when she was scared and the way she bit her bottom lip when she was working really hard on drawing us a picture.

I felt something cold hit my cheek and I realized they were teardrops. I wipe them away and walk down the hall to the closet. I open it and pull out a box. Inside is a with knitted white blanket with Emma sewn in it by a old friend. I brought my daughter home in this. I was so happy to have a little girl with my husband. We were happy. The key word is, were as in past tense.

My phone rings and I rush to it. I pick up and say "Hello David." He scoffs "what do you want Mary Margret." I sigh "I wanted to see you and maybe talk about it." He sighs "I don't want to. I'm fine and don't need to talk about it." I'm shocked. Here I am trying to say sorry and he's just... "David I'm trying to say sorry. It wasn't your fault she died... I shouldn't have blamed you like that and I thought that if I told you that maybe you would be better." It's silent. "I am better Mary Margret! I don't need your sorry. Look I have a family to get home to... I have to go."

And with that he hangs up. The word family is haunting me. He moved on from our daughter, from our sweet angel, from our Emma. I plop down on my bed and cry. I lost David and my daughter. I drift off to a sleep but not without thinking of my daughter.

Six years ago

"Oh my god, David this hurts!" I scream as he rushed to the hospital. "I'm sorry baby but hold on." I let out a whimper as we pull up at the hospital. Within seconds nurses are putting me in a wheel chair. David is rambling information as I try to control my breathing. Then another contraction hits me with great force and I let out a scream. "Get her out please!" I scream at anyone. The nurses nod as the lay me on the bed.

"We are going to check you okay?" A nurse says. I nod and the check me. I hear then telling me it's almost time for her arrival.

One hour later

"You ready to meet your baby?" I nod quickly as David pats my head with ice. "Okay push!" Following instructions I push with all my might for ten seconds. Out of breath I stop pushing and lay back from my sitting position. Then I feel like my stomach along with my lower abdomen start to burn. "It burns David! It burns!" I feel David kiss my forehead "almost there Mary then Emma will be here." I nod and push again.

One hour later

"One last push," The doctors says. Fatigued I sit up and push with my hardest until I hear her cry. I feel a lot relief I almost cry but then I realized I pushed a baby out me. Within minutes David was handing her to me. Her tiny fingers and tiny toes just wiggling, I'm a mom and I can't believe it. I count her finger and toes maybe four to five times. "What's her name?" The nurse says. I look and at the same time we say "Emma Victoria Nolan." The nurse smiles "she beautiful." I add "and perfect." And David adds "and ours."

Three years later

"Mommy, look at me!" Emma calls from the pool at our house. "Awe baby, you're swimming. Good job baby girl, but stay by the wall." She nods and kicks her little feet. Her bathing suit a bright green and her circle floaty pink with bubbles. David sits on the steps in pool watching her. He splashes her and she giggles.

"Daddy stop," She screams as her tiny hands splash back. I look upon them and smile. Then I turn to walk in the house but trip and fall. I hit my head hard giving myself a killer headache. My head is basically pounding out my head. I hear David rushing over. "Are you okay?" I nod and open my eyes. I look at the pool and see no one. I don't see Emma. I stand up quickly "Emma!" I shout as David whips around. I run over to the pool and see her kicking underneath. I jump in and pull her up. I lay her on ground and start CPR.

Tear falling down my cheeks. "David 911!" I scream. He runs to get the phone. "Oh Emma wake up." She doesn't respond and I start crying harder. "Emma baby come on. Listen to mommy's voice and open your eyes." Her usually bright tan skin is turning pale. Pale to the point where white beach sand had more color than her. David rushes back over and says to start mouth to mouth. I open her mouth and start blowing air in her mouth. The EMT's are just rushing in and taking over. The perform CPR and shock her but she doesn't wake. As they put her in the ambulance they continue.

When we reach the hospital they tell me the one thing I didn't wanna hear. "Emma didn't make it..." I start to break down right in the hospital waiting room at the children's ward. David holds me as my world fall apart. Then I remember it was David who walked away from her. "David this is your fault!" I scream as I push him away. "What?" He says confused.

He got up. He came over to check me and didn't get Emma out the pool. "You left her in the pool. Our daughter died because of you! You idiot! You're the reason she died David!" I scream. He doesn't respond. He looks like he has seen a ghost and walks out the hospital leaving me crying on the floor.

Present

I cry uncontrollably in my pillow as I slowly find myself slipping. Slipping I don't know where but I feel myself detaching from here. "Mary!" I hear someone scream. It's faint and distant but I can tell its Regina. I barely feel her shaking me. "Wake up!" She screams. I'm trying but I can't... I can't open my eyes.. I can't even move. I hear her talking in the phone and what seems like forever I feel someone putting me a on a hard surface.

Three hours later

I slowly hear someone crying. "Mary Margret, please don't leave me I... I'm sorry I avoided you it's just you're the last piece of Emma I have left and I... I don't want to let you go. I didn't mean what I said it's just well. I don't think I could face you after what I did." I feel my heart beat a bit faster. "I know you're sorry... I am too... I just miss out daughter but I never stopped loving you... Please I can't lose you."

He loves me still, after what I did. I slowly open my eyes. "David?" He gasps and stands up to kiss my lips. A kiss I missed so much. A kiss I haven't had in three years. His lips wet with tears but warm. I taste the salty tears but don't care. We pull apart. "I'm sorry." I say. He wipes away the tears that stray. "No I should have answered you million phone calls and actually talk to you." I shook my head "I thought time away from you would heal me but I haven't healed at all. I still feel broken but it's obvious it's healed for you." I say whispering the last bit.

"No Mary it hasn't. I can't get Emma out my head. It hurts... Katharine wants children but I'm so afraid that's it will be a girl that I say no every time..." I look away. He's married I remind myself. He moves my face back to his "but I want you and only you. We are going to heal from Emma's de-" he still can't say the word. "Absence together, Ok I'm ending it with her because I can only love you." I nod and kiss him once more.

"I miss our daughter." I say as I cry more. "He sits on the bed and holds me." I do too but remember one day when we pass on she will be waiting on the other side... She will be waiting for us." I nod and hug him tighter.