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
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