So, this one is about her children annoying a pregnant Emma with their fighting, so they make her dinner to make up for it. But the chocolat they brought Emma is suddenly hot.
Enjoy.
Part 2: Hot chocolate
Emma slammed the door behind her and threw her boots on the floor. This day was just horrible. She hadn't slept much last night, because her newest baby had kicked her all night. The whole morning she had spent over the toilet throwing up, which resulted in her refusing to eat breakfast. Her father had let her do mostly just the paper work, which seemed to just not end. And the only criminal she had tried to catch today, a former lost boy spraying graffiti at the wall of a shop, had escaped her because she had stumbled over her own feet.
She just wanted to go to her bed and not see a soul for the rest of the day.
But as she went into the kitchen to get some food, she was greeted by her children yelling at each other.
"You always get the last cookie! This one is mine. You already had two! You can't always get everything because you are so little!", Henry shouted, holding the cookie jar.
His little sister Dawn tried to get the jar from him. "I'm not little! And I want the cookie! You had two pieces of cake yesterday. So I get the cookie!"
"Well, my other mom had baked them for me! Next time complain to her to bake you cake!"
The fighting went on, until they realized that Emma was standing in the kitchen. She was rubbing her temple to calm down. She really couldn't deal with the noises right now. She just wanted peace and silence.
"Mommy, Henry just won't let me have the last cookie!" "Because she just had two cookies! I get to have one, too. Tell her that, mom!" "I'm younger! I get to have more sweets than you!" "No, you don't!" "Yes, I…"
"Silence!", Emma screamed. "I come home having a hard day, just wanting silence and the two of you just can't stop fighting over a freaking cookie! I don't want to hear any of you today! I just want a bit peace, is that too much to ask?" She broke into tears and rushed to her bedroom.
She didn't want to scream at her children, but she just couldn't take it. It was too much.
So she buried herself under the covers, rubbed over her bulging pregnancy belly and tried to rest.
About half an hour later, there was a knock on the door. "Mom, it's us. We just wanted to bring you dinner.", she heard Henry's voice through the door.
"Come in, honey.", she answered, sitting up in her bed.
Henry and Dawn came in. Henry carried a tray with strawberries, grapes, salad and grilled cheese. His sister carried a cup and gave it to her.
"We're sorry, we fought so loud, mom. We know you need rest as our little brother is giving you a hard time sleeping lately. So we made you dinner. With the promise to not fight so much anymore."
Emma set down the cup and the tray and went to hug her children.
"I'm sorry, I screamed at you. I really shouldn't have. I'm just so tired and… well, pregnancies make me whiny."
Now she looked at the tray. "Wow, you two really outdid yourselves." "Well, we didn't know what you were in the mood for. And dad always does that too. So we thought we'd bring you a selection and take care of the remains.", Henry explained.
"Well, you did the right thing. Now, come, sit down and enjoy this feast with me."
Henry sat down on Emma's left side as Emma lifted Dawn up to her right.
Dawn looked at her with big eyes, as Emma inspected the cup. "Henry made the food, but I made the cocoa all alone!", she said proudly.
Emma sipped at the cup. It was made with cold milk and had lumps of cocoa powder in it. Obviously Henry hadn't let his sister make it with hot milk so she wouldn't burn herself.
"Well, this is really good. You both did a really great job.", Emma explained stroking over her daughters head.
"Henry didn't let me make hot cocoa. I know you like that more. I could warm it up, if you like, mommy." Dawn offered her little hand, already sparkling from her light magic.
Emma shook her head. "No, sweety. It's alright. Tastes just as good." She took another sip, being careful not to shiver. The milk was so freezing cold it must have come right from the fridge. But she could just let it stand for a while so it would lose the cold.
After a while of Henry and Dawn telling Emma what they had done that day, Emma reached for the cup again only to find it to be lurking warm.
Emma gave her daughter a stern look. "Dawn, I thought I had told you to not make the cocoa warm."
But just one look at her daughter showed her, that she hadn't done it. Finding out if Dawn had done something was really easy. "I didn't do it.", Dawn protested.
Henry gave his mother a look. "Maybe you did it yourself without realizing, mom." Emma just shook her head. "No, even when I use magic by accident I feel it. But if neither of us was it, why is the cocoa warm?"
As she wanted to look at her daughter again, she found her with her little head pressed to her mother's belly. "My little brother doesn't like very cold cocoa.", she simply answered.
Emma looked at her daughter in confusion. Killian and she only had the ultrasound to find out the gender in about four days. So no one could know what gender the baby actually had.
"So, I guess you both want a brother.", she stated, as Henry and Dawn had both referred to the baby as their brother. "
"No, mom, we somehow feel it. With Dawn I did too. With this one we both obviously do.", Henry explained.
Emma didn't believe that, but she let her children have their wish. "Well let's see, if your brother will heat my grilled cheese as well.", she joked and took the sandwich in her hand. Just to find it warm, as well.
I hope you liked it. Would make me really happy if you let me know, what you thought of it. Reviews make me write more and faster ;)
