What if Emma and Killian were just regular college students?
Emma's been an orphan her whole life and she just got out of the foster system when she meets Killian on her college campus
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"I still can't believe he even gets a trial," Mary Margaret said as she helped me get Mia ready. "He should just get executed for all he's put you through."
"What's exacooted mean?" Mia asked me and I glared at Mary Margaret. "Mommy? Is it bad?"
"Yes, baby," I said as I picked her up and sat her on my hip. "Its very bad. It's not something you need to know about."
"Are you sure you don't want us to watch her while you're there?" Mary Margaret asked while Mia nodded with understanding. "She's only three. She can play with little James."
"I wish that was an option," I sighed, sitting Mia on the bathroom counter with her swan to do her hair. "But they want her to testify."
"They what?!" She practically shrieked, making both Mia and I jump. "Hasn't she been through enough? She's three years old!"
"I'm aware of how old my daughter is, I squeezed her out of my body," I said flatly. "But Killian and I talked about it and we talked to her about it. Once Killian and I have both testified, if she's doing alright, one of us will go up with her. He'll go back to jail either way, but if he's convicted again his security goes way up and we never have to do this again."
"That's insane," she said, crossing her arms. "She's just a little girl."
"Huh uh," Mia protested and we both looked at her. "I big girl, right mommy?"
"Right, princess," I couldn't help but smile, picking her up again and fixing one of her stray curls. "You're my big beautiful girl. You ready to go meet daddy at the courthouse?"
"Ready," she nodded, getting a determined look on her face that made her look so much like Killian it was adorable. I smiled, putting my promise ring back around her neck since I knew it made her feel better before we went to Mary Margaret's car. "Can we sing princesses?"
"If it's okay with aunt Mary," I said and Mary Margaret shrugged so I put her CD in, a song from Cinderella filling the car. "There you go, sweetie. And daddy's not here so you can sing as loud as you want without giving him a headache."
