A/N: I wrote some Daddy/Daughter fluff for David and Emma, so I needed something for Snow and her as well.

This takes place not long after they get back from Neverland. I'm ignoring some things (like whatever may happen to Pan) just for the sake of the story. Also, there's no Regina as I think she'd just make things awkward. You'll see.

Please enjoy!

"Please, mom! Can we, can we, can we?!" Henry begged.

"Yeah, Emma! Can we, can we, can we?!" David echoed.

"I cannot believe you two. Camping in the woods... Are you sure it's safe?" Emma asked, glancing to her father.

Snow smiled at her daughter's motherly concern, but she knew her husband's capabilities. "Emma, you do know that your father practically lived outside with the sheep, right?"

"There's a difference."

"Emma, you know I would never let anything happen to my grandson. It's just one night of camping. A princely rite of passage!"

"No, it's not," Emma said.

"Well, it can start to be. I can make it a royal declaration. Come on!" David continued to plead.

Emma stared at the matching faces of her son and her father. How could she say no?

"Ugh, fine! But if he comes back with one scratch, I'm coming for you, Charming!"

"Yes!" Henry cried. "Let's go pack, grandpa!"

The two ran up the stairs to get things together.

"That meant a lot to him," Snow told her. "He's wanted to do that for a while now."

"But, it's the woods and so much can happen in there."

"And so much can happen to him in this kitchen. Everything will be fine. Your father is a brilliant outdoorsman. They will have so much fun. Ooh! And we can have a girls' night!"

"Are you serious?" Emma asked.

"Of course! Couldn't we use a girls night?" Snow replied. "We could invite the other ladies over as well."

The look on her mother's face was so bright and hopeful that it was hard to say no to her as well.

Her mother. Emma was still wrapping her head around that and her whole life now. She was a mom and her mom was in her life and her mom was the same age as her and her mom was Snow White and ... wow.

Then she thought of how complicated Henry's family tree would look. His grandparents were the same age as his mother. His adoptive mom was also his step-grandmother. His other grandfather was dating a woman that was young enough to be his aunt. And his great-grandfather was still a child.

Only in Storybrooke...

So, it was planned. The Charming men set out into the great outdoors, while the women stayed behind and planned their slumber party.

"So, are fairy tale slumber parties different than this world's?" Emma asked as they prepared some food.

"Other than the spells? Nah."

Emma jerked at the response.

Snow laughed and patted her daughter's arm. "I'm teasing!"

"Not cool," Emma mumbled.

"Can I make a suggestion?" Snow asked, hoping her next thought wouldn't cause Emma to bristle too much. "Try to embrace your inner Enchanted Forest self. You didn't spend much time there at all, but you were born there. It's in your blood. You might not feel like it, but you are a princess."

"Oh yeah, Princess Emma, full of grace and poise."

"No, you weren't raised royal, but hey, I was and I spent time in the forest as a bandit. Your father wasn't raised as a royal, but one would never know it to see him or spend time with him. He's the epitome of a prince. It's not always about upbringing. It's just who you are meant to be."

Emma had to admit, she had a point. Neither of her parents had a constant, typical royal life, but they still very much were a prince and princess ... or, perhaps a king and queen now. Hmmm...

"So, perhaps tonight, we can pretend we're back at home - Enchanted home - and have a fairy tale slumber party. They're actually very similar to how we'd celebrate a bride's upcoming wedding."

"So, this is like a bachelorette party? Who's getting married?"

"No one," Snow replied. Adding softly, "Yet."

Emma almost dropped the bowl she was holding. "Yet? Who's engaged?"

Snow paused, unsure how to handle this situation either. "Well, you see, there are two women in town who are suspected to perhaps get engaged soon."

"And those women are?"

"Ugh, alright. There are wagers in town as to who will get married first. You or Belle."

"WHAT?! When did this all start?"

"Well, the townspeople have been watching and let's face it, you and Neal have been quite close. You said you love him."

"I do love him. But I don't know if I'm ready to marry him!"

"How did you feel when you thought you lost him?"

"Terrible."

"And with whom do you share a child?"

"Ok, fine. You've made your point. But Gold could pop the question to Belle any day now. As weird as that is."

"Forget I said anything."

"Oh no. I want to know who you bet on."

Snow was silent until Emma cleared her throat to make a point. "Ugh, I have 10 bucks on you and Neal."

"Mother!" Emma yelled.

Both women were equally surprised at Emma's outburst. She had never taken that tone or used that term for Snow. "Mom" maybe, but never Mother. Snow was much more happy than upset at it.

"Oh, settle down. It's a harmless bet," Snow said, still beaming at being called "mother." There was a knock at the door. "They're here. Do NOT say anything to anyone about it. Do you hear me?"

"Yes, Mother," Emma teased.

The rest of the night was actually better than Emma imagined. Not that she ever could have imagined a girls' night with Little Red Riding Hood and her Granny, Cinderella, Belle, Ariel, and Snow White. It felt a little like a sugar induced Disney dream.

True to form, the girls had hot chocolate, talked about boys (admitted about the bet, much to Emma and Belle's embarrassment), and did each other's hair.

"You have your grandmother's hair," Snow said as she began a braid in Emma's hair.

"Would you consider growing yours out again?" Ella asked Snow. "It was so beautiful!"

"Oh, I don't know. It was a lot of upkeep."

"Pfft! If you could keep it long in the forest, running with wolves and stealing from queens, you can let it grow now," Red said, putting Belle's hair in a familiar half-updo.

"I do think Charming prefers it longer."

Emma smiled. Even in the company of friends, Snow still referred to her husband as Charming. She could probably count on one hand the times she'd heard Snow call him David now that the curse was broken.

"Well, there you go! Let it grow!" Granny said, tugging a brush through Ariel's hair. "Young lady, all that sea water is making your hair brittle!"

Snow began to ignore the other ladies and bit her lip to keep the tears at bay as she braided her daughter's hair, 20-some years later than she ever expected to. Maybe the blond hair came from David, but she saw so much of her own mother in Emma as well.

"Are you ok, Snow?" Belle asked.

Snow looked up quickly, shooting the other princess a look. "Yes, I'm ... fine."

"Are you?" Emma asked, as her mother tied the ribbon to keep the braid in position.

"Look, I'm not going to ruin tonight with tears. Maybe doing your hair was something I dreamed about ever since I knew we were to have a girl, and I've finally done it. So, no more frowns!"

Emma turned and looked at her mother. Such sadness and such happiness in her face. She couldn't help but stand and give her a hug.

"Awww!" the others cried.

"Ok, so let's put in a movie!" Belle said, hoping to break the tension she had created.

"I'll make the popcorn," Snow said.

"I know just the flick!" Red yelled, grabbing a DVD and running for the player.

Knowing Red, this was a Disney movie. And she was right. Apparently, as punishment for the awkward moment, Belle was forced to watch her own movie.

"I have yet to see this," Belle admitted. "Could be interesting."

"Don't be so sure," Snow said, poking her head into the room. "Mine is far from accurate!"

Ariel and Ella agreed.

"Yeah, this story and yours ... eh, not so close," Emma said, plopping down on the couch.

By the end of the tale, Belle was confused. "How could they get so much of it wrong?"

"Oh my, wait til you see mine," Snow laughed. "They just cut and redo whatever they want."

"I think it's bedtime for some princesses," Granny whispered, gesturing to Emma. The blond was fast asleep on the couch.

"We should put her hand in warm water!" Red giggled.

"We'll do no such thing!" Snow said in her best motherly / queenly voice. "Come now, let's watch something else."

The ladies watched two other movies before it was time for sleep. As everyone else settled in, Snow gently laid Emma on the couch. Pulling a blanket over her and pressing a kiss to her forehead, she whispered, "Good night, princess. Sleep well."