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Chapter 7: Munchkin

Snow woke up to a cry and tried to shove David to go check on their son, but hit the bed instead of her husband. She opened her eyes to see that his side of the bed was empty. She scanned the room, but didn't see a sign of her husband. She crawled out of bed and wandered over to the crib. "Hey, buddy. It's okay. Momma's here." Snow cooed as she picked up her son.

She glanced up at the clock to see it was 6 o'clock. Where was he? The only place he could be would be upstairs with Emma. She changed Neal and feed him all the while worrying about her husband and daughter. She knew it was a bit irrational, but she couldn't help it.

Snow finished feeding her son and rocked him till he fell asleep. She carefully put him in his crib hoping he wouldn't wake before tiptoeing from the room and up the stairs to see if that is where her husband disappeared. The door was slightly open and she peeked into the room.

Snow gasped and then smiled. She walked quietly into the room. David was asleep on the bed with his arm linked around Emma. Emma was sprawled half way on top of her father's chest with her hand holding on to her father's shirt. Sometime in the night she had also lost the blanket and from the looks of it David hadn't planned on falling asleep since he was on top of the covers. She walked over to David's side and leaned down to kiss his forehead.

David blinked his eyes open to see his wife's beautiful face and took his free hand to bring her closer to him to kiss on the lips. "Good morning, love." David whispered.

"Good morning. How did you end up here?" Snow whispered with a smile as she looked over at Emma clad in her light blue pajamas.

David looked at his daughter as well and chuckled softly. "This little munchkin snuck downstairs for a drink and I found her trying to climb up to the counter to get a cup. I gave her some more medicine since she finally admitted to her cuts bothering her. I put her to bed, but she got her second wind at some point and suckered a story out of me. She finally fell asleep and I guess I fell asleep soon after her." David explained.

"Munchkin? That suits her." Snow mused.

"Is that all you got from that?" David chuckled.

Snow sighed and rolled her eyes.

"What time is it?" David wondered.

"6:30." She answered.

"Better get up. Can you help me?" David asked as he looked down at Emma who was practically on top of him.

Snow nodded. They worked together to slide Emma off of her father and on to the bed. It took a little bit to pry Emma's little fingers off of David's shirt, but they did it. David carefully got off the bed while Snow pulled the blankets up over Emma.

"After tucking her in three times last night, you would think the blanket would have stayed on her." David mused with a sigh.

"Three times?" Snow asked with a confused look as they walked out the door.

"Yeah, the little munchkin ruined it right after I tucked her in for the second time when she sat up." David chuckled. "She was worried about how she was going to fix this." David added in a softer voice.

"Oh poor Emma, she always tries to take things on all by herself." Snow sighed with a sad expression.

"I know, but I reassured her that she wasn't going through this alone and that she would returned to her normal self again." David explained as he wrapped his arms around Snow once they got back downstairs.

"Good." Snow said as she leaned into David's chest.

"And I somehow convinced her that she didn't need to come with me to see Gold." David said, impressed with his work.

"Wow, really?" Snow replied.

David nodded. "Not that she won't change her mind, but she isn't going with me no matter what." David added firmly.

"Yeah, I think that would be best." Snow agreed.

"Well I think I going to get ready before the little munchkin wakes up." David smirked.

Snow laughed. She had a feeling that nickname may stick. "Maybe you could make your pancakes when you're done?" Snow urged with a smile.

"I could do that." David replied and then kissed his wife.

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Emma rolled over on her back and opened her eyes to see the sun shining in the room. She smelled something good coming from downstairs and knew she couldn't stay in bed much longer especially with her stomach growling at her. She looked down to see her shrunken four-year-old body and sighed. She was hoping that had been a dream and not reality.

Emma sighed and tried to untangle herself from the blankets. She jumped off the bed and went into her bathroom. She just barely could see over the counter, but someone, probably her mom, thought to put a step stool by the sink. She step on and saw in all their glory, her Snow White pajamas. At age four, she would have loved them, but at 29 they were just embarrassing. She shook her head as she got down from the step stool; not even bothering to try to mess with her hair that looked like a bird built its nest in it.

After Emma did what she needed to do in the bathroom, she made her way downstairs to the kitchen to a see her Dad making pancakes in the kitchen. She smiled softly as she remembered the story he told her in the middle of the night. She walked over to the stools in the kitchen just as her father turned around to see her.

"Well good morning, munchkin. I didn't even hear you coming down the stairs." David greeted Emma with a smile. She looked so cute in her pajamas and her hair all messed up. Emma was trying to climb up on to the stool so he went over to her and easily put her on the stool.

"Morning, Dad." Emma said, but then gave her dad a confused look before saying, "munchkin? When did you start calling me that?"

"This morning. Ready for some pancakes?" David asked.

"Yes, I'm starving." Emma answered. She looked around the loft for her mom before asking, "Where's Mom?"

David smiled as he turned around to see that Emma was sitting with her elbows on the counter and her head resting in her hands watching him make the pancakes. "She's been getting ready. She'll be out soon." David answered and then watched as she looked over to the bathroom and then back at him.

"Oh ok." Emma replied, feeling relieved that her Mom was still home. Emma's thoughts were interrupted when Neal started to fuss in the other room. David looked over to where Neal was but was busy at the stove. "I'll get him." Emma said without thinking that her size hindering being able to help with her brother.

It took David a second to process what Emma said, but before he could say anything he saw Emma jump off of the stool. "Emma.." David started, but before he could finish she fell to the ground and to his surprise he didn't just have one child crying, but he had two children crying.

"Emma!" David yelled as he ran over to her. "Hey munchkin, are you okay?" David asked as he looked Emma over wondering if she hurt herself and she looked fine, but she was crying really hard.

Emma nodded, but couldn't seem to stop the tears.

David picked Emma up and held her to his chest as she continued to cry. Emma grabbed on to him, putting her arms around his neck. "It's okay. I've got you." David murmured as he rubbed her back.

"What happen?" Snow said as she rushed into the kitchen. "Is she okay?"

"I think so. She jumped from the stool to go help me with Neal." David said as he continued to rub Emma's back, but looked over to Neal who was still crying.

Snow went over to Neal and picked him, which seem to be what he wanted. She walked back over to her husband and daughter as she held her son in her arms. She put her spare hand on Emma's head. "Emma, are you okay?" Snow asked softly.

"Yeah." Emma mumbled through her tears as she kept her face buried in her father's shoulder. "I'm. Sorry." Emma added in a shaky voice.

"It's okay, Emma." Snow replied with a sad smile, thinking this must be mostly because of the four-year old.

David walked over to the stove, still carrying Emma who had settled down some, but was still holding on to him with her face buried in his shoulder. He checked on the food, turning down the stove to warm so that the food would stay warm and not burn.

Snow quickly changed Neal and then settled him in his bouncy seat. "There you go, my little prince." Snow cooed to her baby.

She then went over to David who was trying to finish breakfast while holding Emma.

"Here, I'll take her, David." Snow said.

David nodded. "Munchkin, you want to go with your Mom."

Emma lifted her head from his shoulder to look over at Snow and then back at David. She nodded.

David smiled and handed her over to Snow. David watched as Emma cuddled into Snow's arms and curiously wondered where his 29-year-old daughter was because she wouldn't stand for this. He chuckled softly as he went back to finish breakfast.

Emma knew she needed to pull it together, but something in her was not letting her take control of the situation. She had stopped crying, but she didn't want to let go of her Mom.

Snow sat down at the table with Emma so that she could keep an eye on Neal as well. "Emma, honey, breakfast is almost ready." Snow mentioned as she continued to rub her daughter's back.

Emma sat up a little in her mother's arms and her mom wiped the tears from her cheeks.

"Are you feeling better?" Snow asked.

"Yeah. I'm sorry. I'm not sure what happen there." Emma said with an embarrassed look.

"It's okay, Emma. I think your four-year old body took control." Snow replied. "Do you want to sit in your seat or sit with me for a little while?" Snow asked.

Emma hesitated before answering. "With you." Emma replied quietly as she looked down.

Snow smiled as she turned Emma so that her back was against her and then kissed the top of Emma's head. "You can stay with me as long as you want." Snow whispered as she held on to Emma's small frame.

Emma knew she should have just sat in her own seat, but she wouldn't be able to do this in her adult body and to be honest with herself she wanted the comfort of her mom.

It didn't take long before David came over with the plate of pancakes and three plates. He set them out on the table and then went back to get the eggs and bacon. After a couple more trips, he had everything on the table ready for his family to eat their breakfast.

"Do you want to sit in your own chair to eat?" Snow asked with a smile.

"Yeah." Emma answered.

"Come on, munchkin." David smiled as he came over and picked Emma up to put her in her own chair.

"Munchkin, again?" Emma asked with a chuckle. "Does that have anything to do with my current size?"

"I didn't think about that, but it does go with your size." David laughed.

Snow shook her head as she started to get Emma's plate ready and then her own ready. David grabbed the syrup and handed it to his daughter. "Here you go."

Emma grabbed the syrup with both hands and started to pour it on her pancakes, but her hands were too small to control the bottle. David noticed and took the bottle out her hands before she totally saturated her pancake.

David chuckled. "Did you get enough syrup?"

Emma rolled her eyes thinking that she was never going to live down anything she did while she was stuck in her four-year old body. Before she could object, her dad cut up her pancake into smaller pieces. "Thanks." Emma said softly after he finished.

"Anytime, kid." David said with a wink.

"What? No, munchkin?" Emma teased before she took another bite.

"I have to switch it up every once in a while." David explained.

"So Emma, what do you want to do today?" Snow asked.

"What do you mean? I'm going to work." Emma said like it was a normal day.

"Ah no you aren't." David jumped in.

"Yes, I am. I'm schedule to work today, you know that." Emma replied as she ate her pancakes.

"You were scheduled to work, but since your little incident you have the day off." David replied.

"I can still work. Just because I'm smaller doesn't mean I can't do the job." Emma argued as she looked at her father with a scowl.

"Actually, it does. Now, we aren't discussing this anymore. You aren't going in to work and you will stay with your mother." David said firmly as he looked at Emma, leaving no room for argument.

Emma knew she wasn't going to be able to convince him to let her come at the moment so she decided to give up for the moment, but she would try again before he left. She just avoided her parents' looks as she started eating again.

David shook his head as he looked at Snow. Snow just raised her eyebrows and shrugged her shoulders.

They ate the rest of their breakfast in silence with David and Snow glancing at Emma and each other. Emma was mad and decided that she wasn't talking to her parents or even looking at them. She was ignoring them for all intents and purposes.

"Emma, are you done?" Snow asked as Emma was just pushing around her food. "Emma."

Emma didn't respond or even look up. I'm not talking to you. Emma thought.

Snow looked at David and rolled her eyes.

"Emma, answer your mother." David said as he looked at his daughter.

I'm not talking to you either. Especially you. Emma thought before she got of her chair and took her plate in her hands to take to the sink.

"Emma." David admonished in his dad voice.

Emma however didn't respond, but she picked up her plate and walked carefully to the kitchen with it.

Snow bite back a smile at Emma's obvious behavior of the silent treatment. She mouthed to her husband, 'I think she is mad.'

'You think?' David mouthed back. Then he took his plate and Snow's plate over to the sink to see Emma trying hard to get her plate on the counter, but she wasn't tall enough to reach it. "Here, munchkin." David said as he took the plate, but Emma glared at him before stalking over to the couch and sitting down.

Snow had walked over to see Emma's exit and chuckled quietly as her husband's reaction. "Our little troublemaker." Snow said.

"And who does that remind me of? Giving the silent treatment?" David pondered out loud with a grin.

"You deserved that, Charming." Snow replied as she jabbed him in the chest.

"Too soon?" David asked with a grimace.

"A little too soon, but it's okay." Snow said with a smile.

"What are we going to do about our little troublemaker?" Snow asked.

"Let her sulk while we clean up. Then I'll try to talk to her again." David answered.

"Good luck." Snow chuckled.

"Unless you want to deal with our munchkin?" David asked with a charming grin.

"I'll let you do the honor since you are going to leave me with her all day." Snow replied.

"Oh I see how it is!" David said with a chuckle.

After Snow and David finished washing and drying the dishes, Snow motioned for David to try to go talk to Emma.

David walked over to the couch where his daughter was sitting on the couch with her feet pulled up in front of her. She had turned on the TV, but it didn't look like she was very engaged in it. She didn't even look at him as he walked over.

"Emma." David called.

Emma ignored her father and just concentrated on the TV. She was still frustrated at him and her Mom for not treating her like the adult she was and for not letting her go to work. So she wasn't planning on talking to either of them.

"Emma. Look at me." David asked a little more sternly.

Stay strong. Don't look. Emma kept looking at the TV and acting like her father didn't exist.

Just like her mother. So stubborn. David thought as he sat down on the coffee table in front of Emma and then grabbed the remote to the TV and turned it off.

Emma turned to glare at her Dad for turning the TV off, but didn't say anything.

"Emma, I know you are frustrated at your mother and I, but you know because you are 29 that a 4-year-old shouldn't be working, let alone in a police station. You aren't big enough to even hold gun, let alone shoot it. It just isn't safe for you to be working when you are this little and you know it. Do you understand why your mother and I aren't letting you go to the station today?"

Emma didn't respond because although what he was saying was true and understandable, she wasn't going to back down yet and admit that she was wrong. Plus she was still mad at them for not letting her make her own decisions. So instead of answering her father, she looked away from him and looked at the TV that was now off, which made her even madder at him.

"Emma, I asked you a question." David said calmly. He waited a moment, but when she didn't answer or look at him he knew this wasn't going to be solved right then. "Emma, I was hoping the you would choose to handle this like the adult you are, rather than the little kid's body your are in. It would be really sad if we had to start treating you like a four-year old instead of a 29-year-old." David paused, watching that sink in causing a look of panic to cross Emma's face before she returned it to normal. "Well I have to go to work so be good for your Mom and I'll see you later. I love you, Em." David finished and kissed Emma's forehead before walking over to Snow.

"Nice threat." Snow whispered with a chuckle.

"That didn't go very well." David said in a defeated voice.

"You did fine, she is just being stubborn. She'll get over it; her mood has been changing rather quickly anyway." Snow said with a smile.

"I hate to leave you alone with her when she is like this." David said as he glanced over at Emma who was still ignoring them, but hadn't turned the TV on.

"We will be fine. I'll just let her continue to sulk, eventually she will get bored with it especially without the TV on." Snow replied.

"Ok, well if you do need my help just let me know and I'll come home." David said as he put his coat on and then grabbed his sword, which he liked better than his gun.

David glanced at Emma when he was just about to go so Snow came over to him and whispered, "Don't worry she will be fine."

"I know I just don't like leaving when she is mad at us." David said with a grimace.

"I know, but there isn't much we can do about that right now. Go to work and try not to think about it. By time you get back she probably will have forgotten about it anyway."

David took a deep breath and nodded his head before kissing his wife goodbye before leaving for work.

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