Finding You Always

Collide

Finding You Always

Chapter 17: Collide

Snow awoke the next morning, spooned against her husband. Usually David was always awake before her, but their passionate reunion had exhausted them, not that she regretted even a second of it. Losing a few hours of sleep in exchange for making love to her husband was a trade she'd make any day of the week.

She supposed she was awake early with anticipation of what the day might bring. They would have to carry on as David and Mary Margaret in a town full of people they loved, who remembered nothing of their true identities.

They still had a lot to figure out, but she had her husband and daughter back. And she wanted to do things for them that a wife and mother would do. That meant making breakfast for her little family to start. There was still fifteen minutes left before the alarm would go off and she carefully untangled her limbs from his and with a kiss to his forehead, she slipped into the bathroom for a shower.

Sometime later, the apartment soon filled with delicious smells of bacon, eggs, and pancakes. Charming soon joined her in the kitchen, freshly showered and dressed. After her own shower, she had taken stock of his and Emma's wardrobes, finding both seriously lacking. She had crinkled her nose at some of Mary Margaret's frequent outfits and dug through her closet, pleasantly surprised to find a few dresses, sweaters, and skirts that Mary Margaret had never worn that she liked much better. Nothing risque of course, but a little less conservative, trading higher necklines for scoop necks and skirts below the knee for those just above. She had to be careful, of course, but the subtle change would simply say that she was not just a meek teacher anymore, but a woman in love. It was the perfect way to stick it to Regina without letting on that she had her memories back.

She decided since she would have the day to herself, she would buy David more clothes to wear and maybe a few new things for herself. Then when Emma got out of school, she would take her shopping too. She was almost giddy at the thought of taking her daughter shopping for clothes. It also helped that living alone for the last ten years had allowed Mary Margaret to pack away a bit of savings.

A different kind of giddy filled her though, as she felt her husband's arms wrap around her from behind and his lips on her neck, kissing and nipping sensually.

"You know, I'm making breakfast. You don't have to eat me," she teased. He chuckled.

"Okay, but I'm having you for dessert tonight," he promised, as he squeezed her hip and stole a piece of bacon.

"You better wake Emma," she told him. He nodded.

"Our daughter is not a morning person," he mentioned fondly, as Snow carefully leafed through Emma's book.

"It's all here...our story. Our friends' stories," she mentioned. He nodded.

"It seems so," he replied.

"Do you know where she got it?" Snow asked. He shook his head.

"She had it when she found me. It's how she found out who she really was. It's how she found me," he replied.

"A nice man gave it to me when I was really little," a voice said. They looked up to see their precious little girl at the top of the stairs.

"Good morning sweetie," Snow said, as Emma bounded down the stairs.

"I was worried you'd forget again," Emma admitted. Snow knelt down and hugged her tightly.

"Never again, my sweet girl," Snow promised.

"Now, how about some pancakes?" she asked. Emma nodded excitedly and sat down at the table with her book, as her parents brought the food over and sat down with her.