Emma blinked herself awake slowly, stretching out before relaxing and squeezing her blanket. When had she gotten her blanket? Last she properly remembered, she'd fallen asleep between Snow and Charming after... a blush coloured her cheeks at the memory of what had happened before she had dropped off.
"Morning sleepyhead." Snow's voice sounded from behind her and it was then Emma noticed that she was still curled between her parents.
"Did you sleep well baby?" Emma frowned slightly. There was something about Snows voice that set her on edge, made her a little uncomfortable. Rolling slowly, unsure if David was asleep, Emma turned to face Snow, who was smiling gently.
"Yeah, how long did I sleep for?" Emma asked, still trying to figure out what it was about Snows voice that was bothering her.
"Not long. Charming wanted to let you sleep, especially since you were clinging to him, but I thought you'd actually want to sleep tonight and two naps in one day is just asking for trouble." Snow explained, brushing Emma's hair back from her face reverently.
"Two naps?" Emma frowned before memories floated to the surface, as if they weren't even hers. Her face flared up and without even thinking, Emma bolted from the bed, still clinging to her blanket, running through to the bathroom and clicking the lock behind her, shaking violently. Why did she have to go and lose control like that? God she was such a freak, and this could have been such a good thing with her parents, they loved her and they wanted her and the sex had been amazing and then she had to go and let that thing out. She was surprised they hadn't kicked her out then and there. A knock on the door made her jump and she winced as her teeth cut into her lip. She sucked on the small injury, using the pain to distract herself, keep herself grounded as David's voice filtered through the door.
"Emma? Are you alright?" He asked, jiggling the handle a little just to confirm that it was locked. Both he and Snow had been surprised when Emma had taken off running. Was this a delayed reaction to sleeping with them or was this what his princess had meant when she'd told Snow that big her didn't like her?
"I'm fine..." Emma called back, proud that she'd managed to speak without her voice wobbling. She sank to the floor, her back resting against the side of the bathtub, ignoring the chill that seeped through the thin shirt she was dressed in. "If you're fine, can we talk?" Snow asked and Emma shook her head quickly before realising they couldn't see her.
"About what?" She asked instead. If she flat out refused, it'd look suspicious.
"About this morning. And why you just ran away from us." Charming answered her and Emma buried her face in her knees, shaking with the effort it was taking to keep herself under control and not cry. However, as all her focus was elsewhere, she didn't notice the intense need to use the toilet till it was too late and a puddle was beginning to spread around her. That was the straw that broke the camels back. The floodgates opened and she began to cry into her knees, shaking slightly at the power of the shame that enveloped her. She was broken, damaged goods, no good for anyone or anything. The handle jiggled a little more before a loud 'crack' resounded through the air and suddenly Snow was crouched before her, rubbing her back gently.
"Sweetheart what's wrong?" The worry in her tone made Emma cry harder, her shoulders shaking violently as she attempted to scurry back, though that caused her to step into the puddle she had made.
"Talk to me, Emma." Snow urged, worried about her daughter. So much had happened in such a short space of time, perhaps she was just overwhelmed, or perhaps her tears were over something more, something deeper.
"I'm a freak." Emma managed to force out of her throat as Snow helped her to her feet, turning on the taps to run yet another bath, not that she really minded.
"Now what on earth makes you say that?" Snow asked with a frown, unbuttoning Emma's shirt and sliding it from her shoulders before starting to guide her into the tub, giving her daughter as much time to answer as she wanted.
"You saw her!" Emma finally forced out, the bath nearly full as her tears slowly began to subside.
"So? That doesn't make you a freak sweetheart." Snow's heart clenched at hearing Emma talk like that about herself. It made her wish that she'd never sent her through the wardrobe. She guided Emma to her feet and helping her remove the shirt she was dressed in. Emma didn't fight her, but kept up her quiet crying, each sniffle causing Snows heart to clench. She encouraged Emma into the bath, motioning for Charming to clean the floor as she knelt by the tub. "Emma, baby, we don't think you're a freak." Snow said in a gentle voice, reaching out to stroke Emma's hair back.
"You don't?" She asked, unable to look up. Snow leaned over to kiss her temple before shaking her head.
"No. We love you, all of you." She ran her hand down her daughters back, trying to give her any comfort possible.
"And if you want to be our baby-"
"Our Princess." Charming interrupted, smiling at Emma as he took a seat down the other end of the tub, having finished cleaning the floor.
"-then of course we'll be happy with that as well." Snow finished, as if she hadn't been interrupted at all. Emma nodded slowly before offering them a tentative, watery smile.
"Okay. You'll... You'll tell me... Tell me if you don't want her sometimes, right?" She checked, certain that no one would want both of them all the time.
"We'll never not want any part of you Emma." Charming said, resting a hand on her leg. "You're our daughter, nothing can change that."
Pauley: Hey, if there's anything you want to see, leave me a note in the comments!
I'll try and get some more smut in the next chapter.
