Snow White’s life, once filled with dreams of freedom and adventure, was about to take an unexpected turn that would leave her questioning everything she thought she knew about herself. Snow White had never imagined her life unfolding this way. Once a girl trapped in an eternal slumber, waiting for a prince’s kiss to wake her, she had dreamed of a life full of adventure and freedom. But now, those dreams felt distant, almost impossible. The kiss from Prince Charming had been magical, yes, but it had led to something neither of them had anticipated: a child. Her stomach, once flat and smooth, now swelled with the weight of the growing life inside her. She had tried to tell herself it would be okay. After all, she was Snow White—the one who had survived the Evil Queen’s poison, the one who had endured so much. Surely, she could handle this too. But as the days passed and the baby grew, Snow found herself lost in a whirlwind of emotions. It had all happened so quickly. The prince had woken her from her enchanted sleep with a kiss that was meant to be the start of a fairy tale. But that first night together—filled with love and excitement—had left an unexpected consequence. Snow had tried to laugh it off when the symptoms began, thinking it was just some passing illness. But when the realization hit, when she saw the first signs of the life growing inside her, panic had begun to rise in her chest. The prince had been kind, at first, promising to be by her side. But once the reality set in, his promises dissolved. He was gone before she even had time to speak her thoughts, leaving Snow alone, heartbroken, and suddenly responsible for a future she hadn’t planned for. Now, with only the dwarfs by her side, she was left to face an impossible decision: to keep the baby, give it up for adoption, or to end the pregnancy altogether. Snow was still just a teenager—barely eighteen—and she felt the weight of that youth pressing down on her with every step. How could someone so young, someone who had just begun to taste freedom, be ready for the lifelong responsibility of a child? The dwarfs had gathered around her, offering their support. They had raised her once before, taken care of her when she was a girl, and now they stood ready to help again. Grumpy, who had always been skeptical of the world, was the first to speak. “You can’t do this alone, Snow. We’ll help. We always have.” Snow smiled weakly at Grumpy, but his words felt hollow. She didn’t need help raising the baby. What she needed was the courage to make a decision. Could she really raise a child, give it everything it needed, when her own heart was still so confused? Doc, ever the practical one, was quick to present the facts. “You’ve got options, Snow. If you want to keep the baby, we’ll make sure you’re prepared. But you don’t have to keep it. You can always give it up for adoption. There are families out there who will love it just as much as you would.” Her heart fluttered at the thought of adoption. The idea that someone else could raise her child, give it a life she couldn’t offer, was comforting. But then, another thought nagged at her. What kind of mother would she be if she gave her child away? Could she live with that decision? Sleepy, ever the gentle soul, offered another perspective. “What if you kept the baby, Snow? The dwarfs will help, and you’d be giving your child a chance to grow up surrounded by love. We’re here for you. We always will be.” Snow sighed. Sleepy’s words were full of kindness, but it wasn’t just about what was best for the child—it was about what was best for her. Could she truly handle motherhood? She was young, still so much a child herself in many ways. Her dreams of adventure, of freedom, of a life beyond the woods, felt like they were slipping away. Then there was the option that haunted her the most: abortion. It was the decision she didn’t want to make but couldn’t seem to ignore. The thought of ending the pregnancy filled her with a terrible guilt. What kind of person would she be if she chose that route? But the weight of the other choices felt just as heavy. Would she resent the baby, resent the life she could no longer have? Would she be strong enough to raise a child in a world so unpredictable? She wandered through the forest, her thoughts a storm. Her mind went back to that first kiss from Prince Charming. That kiss had been a promise, a new beginning. But now, it felt more like a trap, a chain binding her to a future she wasn’t sure she could handle. The dwarfs would help. They were right. But it wasn’t just about their help—it was about whether she could live with her choices. What if she chose to keep the baby, only to regret it? What if she gave it up and spent the rest of her life wondering if it was the right thing to do? The pressure of it all was suffocating. As she sat beneath a tree, her hand resting gently on her swollen belly, Snow realized something. There was no perfect answer. No fairy tale ending where everything worked out without sacrifice, without pain. Whatever decision she made, she would carry it with her forever. Snow closed her eyes, her heart heavy with the weight of the decision ahead. She wasn’t sure what the right choice was. But she knew one thing: this was her burden to bear, and it would be with her no matter what she chose. The dwarfs would help. They always would. But in the end, the decision was hers alone to make. She knew that no matter which path she chose, the weight of being a mother—or not—at such a young age would shape the rest of her life. And with that, she stood up, ready to face whatever came next. The Beginning by Belle Webb | Profile Related Poetry by Belle Other Blog Sites Potluck Kitchen Hobby Bloggers Featured on It Be Life | Facebook

In a kingdom where love and loss intertwined, Snow White's life took an unexpected turn after a kiss from Prince Charming changed everything. Once upon a time, in a distant kingdom, Snow White woke from the deep sleep that had been cast upon her by the wicked queen’s poisoned apple. She opened her eyes to find Prince Charming, his lips still warm from the kiss that had broken the spell. Snow White’s heart swelled with joy, and for a time, they lived in bliss. But as the days passed, Prince Charming's affection began to wane. He was not the man Snow White had once dreamed of; he was a prince with duties, and she was a princess with her own dreams. Their bond weakened, and after a fleeting moment of passion, the prince vanished, leaving Snow White alone once again. But Snow White was no ordinary princess. She had been through too much to succumb to despair. A few months later, she discovered she was with child. Alone and frightened, she sought refuge in the forest where she had once found solace with the seven dwarfs. The dwarfs, ever loyal and loving, welcomed her with open arms and helped her prepare for the coming of her child. As time passed, Snow White gave birth to a beautiful boy, whom she named Little Charming. Though his father was gone, the dwarfs became his family. They doted on him, teaching him everything they knew. The woods echoed with laughter as Little Charming grew, his bright eyes sparkling with curiosity and his heart full of wonder. He adored the dwarfs' songs and would sing along, his small voice filling the air with joy. The dwarfs taught Little Charming to play the instruments they had collected over the years—drums, fiddles, flutes, and tambourines. By the time he was ten, he could play each one with remarkable skill. As he grew older, his love for music only deepened, and it became clear to Snow White that her son was destined for greatness. Little Charming’s talent didn’t go unnoticed. Word of the boy who could play every instrument in the kingdom spread far and wide. One day, a traveling minstrel heard his music and took him under his wing. With the dwarfs’ blessings, Little Charming left the forest to pursue his musical dreams. Over time, he became known as "Prince," a name he chose for himself as he rose to fame. His music was unlike anything the kingdom had ever heard—full of passion and heart, just like the dwarfs’ songs from his childhood. Despite his newfound fame, Prince never forgot where he came from. He returned to the forest whenever he could, always visiting the dwarfs who had raised him with love and care. And Snow White, though her heart still carried the scars of abandonment, found peace knowing that her son had become a man of greatness, creating a legacy that would live on forever. And so, the tale of Little Charming, or Prince, as he was known to the world, became a legend. His music, born from the love and nurturing of the seven dwarfs, filled the hearts of all who heard it. And Snow White, though alone in the forest, never felt lonely again, for she knew that her son’s heart would always be with her, no matter where life took him. by Belle Webb | Profile Related Poetry by Belle Other Blog Sites Potluck Kitchen Hobby Bloggers Featured on It Be Life | Facebook

In a quiet cottage deep in the forest, Snow White finds herself at the center of a bond that defies the ordinary. Snow White sat in the quiet cottage, her delicate fingers tracing the curve of her growing belly. Snow whispered against the windowpanes, and the stillness of the room hummed with memories—of soft sighs, shared warmth, and tender touches. Seven little beds lined the walls, but it wasn’t the tidy quilts she thought of. The dwarfs had left for the mines before dawn, leaving her alone with lingering sensations—gentle kisses, caressing hands, and the closeness they all had shared. Her body remembered each of them, the way they surrounded her, their affection intertwining until she could no longer distinguish one from the other. Bashful's timid glances had given way to soft, shy touches. Dopey had held her hand with quiet reverence, his playful nuzzles dissolving into something more. Grumpy, for all his gruffness, had cradled her in his arms like she was something precious. Happy's laughter had melted into tender, intimate moments. Doc’s steady, guiding hands never faltered, and Sleepy, even in his drowsiness, pulled her into half-dreamed embraces. Sneezy, nervous but eager, had found confidence in her warmth. No single night stood out—they all blurred into evenings spent beneath the same roof, wrapped in shared comfort and belonging. There was no need to question or separate what they had become. Snow White closed her eyes and smiled. This child, whoever he or she would resemble, belonged to all of them. When the door creaked open that evening, they returned with snow-dusted boots and glowing faces. Their eyes brightened as they saw her, the room filling with quiet joy. “You look beautiful,” Doc said softly, stepping closer. “And how’s our little one doing today?” Happy chimed in, his hand brushing gently over hers. “At peace,” she replied, resting her head against Bashful’s shoulder as he shyly leaned in. They gathered around her, an unspoken bond weaving them closer together. In the glow of the firelight, love filled the tiny cottage, binding them as a family—one heart, one home, waiting to welcome the child that would be cherished by them all. by Belle Webb | Profile Related Poetry by Belle Other Blog Sites Potluck Kitchen Hobby Bloggers Featured on It Be Life | Facebook