Her heart. My revenge

Chapter 3

Mary Margaret  was pacing the floor in Granny's diner, anxiously waiting for her daughter to arrive. David was sat at one of the booths, looking over at Mary Margaret with a worried expression, his hands wrapped around a mug of coffee; after all the events that have unfolded throughout the day, the caffeine was more than welcome. She continued to pace and nibbled at her thumb nail, a nervous habit she's had since she was little, all the while her eyes shifting from the floor she was pacing a hole in, to the glass door of the small diner. 

"Mary Margaret, calm down. Emma knows how to protect herself, plus I don't think Regina is stupid enough to lay a hand on her." David said calmly, getting up from his seat and approaching his wife. 

"Oh, really? Because stupidity didn't stop her putting us all in this place!" she half shouted, gesturing frantically at her surroundings. David flinched slightly at that and sighed, closing his eyes and facing his head to the floor. Snow instantly felt guilty for raising her voice at him and sighed, crossing her arms over her chest tightly and looked down at her feet. 

"I'm sorry, I'm just worried. We just got our daughter back and I can't even bare the thought of-" She was cut off by a small sob escaping her throat, she covered her mouth and squeezed her eyes shut, trying and failing in willing the tears forming in her eyes away. She went twenty eight years without her daughter and away from her husband because Regina wanted it that way, because of a mistake Mary Margaret had made at the age of ten. She was going to confront Regina and soon. David brought her out of her thoughts when he placed a hand on her shoulder and looked at her sadly before wrapping his strong arms around her protectively. She pushed her face into his chest to muffle her sobbing, staining his flannel in the process. He began rubbing soothing circles on her back and rocking back and forth like he used to do the nights in the castle, when Mary Margaret would be a nervous, crying wreck, like now, because of her fear for the dark curse. The prince pushed her away slightly without leaving her embrace and brushes his thumbs over her cheeks, sweeping away all the shed tears from his wife's face.

"Hey, sweetie, I know you're scared- so am I, but we need to have faith that everything will be fine." David glances up then and looks at the diner door, or something just beyond that door, a slow smile spreading across his lips. "And I have a feeling I'm right." 

The familiar chime of the diner doorbell rang throughout the room. Mary Margaret turned around to see her daughter, Emma, standing in the doorway, looking at them ever so awkwardly yet at the same time, with just the same amount of wonder that her own son could hold in his eyes. Mary Margaret felt a wave of adoration run through her body, her heart fluttering and expanding at the sight of her long lost daughter. She had Mary Margaret's eyes and chin, but her nose was David's, along with her physical fitness and her bravado. The way Emma's eyes widened and her brow furrowed reminded Mary Margaret of herself, that signature look of confusion that people knew her for. Emma walked up to them and smiled slightly.

"Hey," she said, slightly over a whisper and bit breathlessly.  

David was the first to react; with his arm still wrapped around his wife, he stepped forward and engulfed his daughter in an embrace that probably would've broken a couple of ribs if he had both his arms available. It took a Emma a few moments, but she wrapped her arms around both her parents tightly. David placed his hand behind Emma's head and placed it on his shoulder protectively. Mary Margaret placed her head on Emma's shoulder and closed her eyes in content, taking in the feeling of her daughter in her arms after such a nerve wracking experience. 

"Oh, Emma. I'm so glad you're okay... I didn't know what would happen... I- I'm just glad you're okay." Mary Margaret breathed as she leaned back and cupped her daughter's face, taking in her features again. She swept her thumbs across her cool cheeks and smiled lovingly at her. Emma returned her smile while her eyes flickered between her long lost father and mother, but something threw the petite brunette off; Emma's eyes were the same color that they have always been, forest green, full of life and always holding an underlying smile beneath them. Now they were slightly dull and tired... almost void. Then just as quickly as she noticed, the void in her eyes disappeared and she was smiling at us again like her usual cocky self.