A/N: I'm sorry in advance for any pain this fic may cause you.

The king smiled down at his newborn baby girl, taking advantage of their final moments together. The smile reflected in her shining blue eyes looked just like his. Below him on the bed, his wife had started to silently weep. She knew that, in order to save the kingdom, their precious Emma would have to be sent to another world all alone. As a parent, the idea of leaving the tiny girl nestled in her arms for a second sounded less appealing than ripping her own heart out, but she had no choice. The curse was coming and they were all doomed if they didn't.

Charming wrapped his arms around the two of them and urged his wife not to cry. "Please don't cry, Snow." Usually when his wife cried about one thing or another, he could make it better with soothing assurances and kisses, but this time was different. There was no comfort for either of them. Emma was going to grow up alone, and there was nothing that Snow or Charming could do about it.

When the Queen's guards started to approach and Charming finally had to leave with their daughter, Snow broke into violent sobs. My baby is gone and we are about to be cursed, maybe forever.

After a minute or two, she pushed those negative thoughts away and rushed after her husband. They may be doomed, but she'd be damned if she wasn't going to say goodbye to her husband and daughter one more time before it happened.

She arrived in the nursery only to find an empty wardrobe and an unconscious (or...dead?) Charming on the ground. Snow kissed him and hoped for the best, but nothing seemed to happen. True love's kiss was...useless? Just as Snow was about to give it a second try, the Evil Queen appeared in the nursery. The Queen's gleeful laughter at Snow's misfortune had her blood boiling. Discreetly, Snow checked her husband's pulse. He's still alive! There is still hope for us yet.

The curse reigned down on Snow and the Queen, but just before it whisked them away, Snow yelled, "You're going to lose. I know it now. You're going to lose. Good will always win!"

After that all Snow could hear was screaming and breaking glass. Then silence.

The crashing thunder shook the windowpanes at the far end of the bedroom in the old manor. Three figures stood around the bed of a woman screaming in the throes of childbirth, one being her husband. She came down from the latest contraction breathing hard and her husband gave her hand a squeeze, love shining in his eyes.

"Do you know what your son is doing to me, Davy? I would hate you for this if I didn't love you so much." The woman glared up at her husband and winced at the continued cramping in her lower abdomen. "Christ. A little warrior, he is."

"Muriel-" Davy squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip. "Please don't strain yourself dear. You remember what happened to your sister when she gave-"

She cut him off. "That's not going to happen. She was anemic. I'm not. I'm going to be fine, okay?" She thought of the niece they had raised as their own in her sister's absence and vowed to never let the same fate befall her own son. "Soon enough, Marian is going to have a little cousin to play with, and we're all going to be fine."

Davy nodded and kissed his wife gently on the cheek. "Whatever you say dear." He still wasn't convinced, so he went to ask the additional doctor they had called in the other room to be ready in case she started to bleed out.

A scream echoed from their bedroom. Another contraction, Davy guessed. He strode in expecting another glare from his wife, but the sight before him was much much worse. Muriel was screaming, blood was all over the sheets, nurses were swarming around the bed trying to figure out why she was bleeding, and their doctor's booming voice was repeating over and over, "Push! Push, dear! You have to push or he's not going to make it!" Davy rushed towards the bed and arrived just as his wife had started to weep.

"I'm sorry, honey." she let out another scream and in the background, the doctor boomed out again, "We've got crowning-someone get me some scissors!"

Davy's worst fears were realized as he watched his wife giving birth and dying simultaneously. Her face had already started to whiten and Davy, desperate to distract her from her pain, asked, "No, Muriel. You're going to be fine. Now...what shall we name our son?"

The next scream Davy heard didn't come from his wife. It was high pitched and wailing and it was coming straight from the lungs of his newborn son. Muriel continued to bleed out as the nurses hurried to wrap up their son so that she could hold her son for the first-and last-time. Meanwhile, Davy was kissing and hugging and holding on to his wife with all he had.

The nurse holding their son came up to the bed and set him into in his mother's waiting arms. She stared down at him for a moment before catching her husband's eyes and whispering, "Killian. Let's name him Killian."

Davy bent down to kiss his wife's forehead and sighed, "All right dear. That sounds like a wonderful name. Killian it is."

She beamed down at the tiny boy and noticed that his eyes were exactly the same color as hers. She let out a strangled giggle, her eyes never leaving the child. "Look honey! His eyes look just like-" She never finished her sentence.

Davy took the boy - his son - into his arms just as Muriel's arms became limp. She had passed out from blood loss. The doctors and nurses did all they could to save her, but it wasn't enough. She passed in the next couple of minutes.

A few minutes later, the room was silent. The only noise in the room was coming from Davy, his sobs echoing through the now empty bedroom. There was no comfort for him now. His love was gone forever, his heart gone with her. All he had left to live for now was his newborn son, and even that didn't seem like enough.