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A guest asked for a oneshot of having raised Emma in the EF, Emma is aged 16 and Snow is repeatedly asking if she'd had her period yet. Emma says she hasn't, and Snow gets worried and tries to take her to the doctor. Only then does Emma confess that she first got it a year ago and just told Red instead because she knew her mom would make a big deal out of it.
With each passing month Snow became a little more worried. Was there something wrong with Emma? She knew every girl developed at a different rate, but she was now becoming awful late. All her friends who had daughters around Emma's age, some up to a couple of years younger, had all reported their daughter had gone through their first cycle. But not Emma. Snow asked her every so often, but each time Emma just turned away, clearly embarrassed and shook her head. Poor thing, maybe she felt that she was falling behind her friends. Snow decided if she got another no from Emma today, maybe it was time they spoke to Doc.
Snow made her way to Emma's bedroom and knocked.
"Come in!" Emma called. Snow slipped into the room and smiled.
"Hey mom, what's up?" Snow asked her. Snow smiled awkwardly and Emma already knew what she was going to ask. She rolled her eyes.
"No." She said. "You don't even have to ask." Snow sighed.
"I think maybe we should go see Doc." She said. "Just to be safe…"
"We don't have to do that." Emma said, panicking. "It's fine."
"Honey, it's nothing to be embarrassed about. You're probably right, but it never hurts to make sure…"
"Mom, I started my period a year ago, ok?" Emma finally blurted out. Snow just about chocked on thin air.
"What?" She asked, horrified. How had she not known? Emma looked down, ashamed.
"I told Aunt Red." She admitted.
"Excuse me?" Snow asked. "You told Red and not me? Why didn't Red mention anything either?"
"I told her I wanted to talk to you so asked her not to mention it. I lied and pretended I had. It's not her fault mom. I just didn't want a big deal made out of it. You seemed to think it was something so big. I didn't want to make it big." Emma explained. Snow felt awful as she came over to Emma.
"I wish you had spoken to me." She admitted. "If you had told me not to make a fuss, I really wouldn't have. I wish you had trusted me with this Emma."
"I know." Emma said quietly. "I'm sorry." Snow tilted Emma's chin so she was looking at her.
"You don't need to be sorry. I can see why you would think I would make a fuss. I maybe asked too many times. I just wanted to make sure you were ready. I'm just glad you had the sense to go to your Aunt Red if you didn't want to talk to me." Snow took Emma into her arms. "Oh my girl, where have the years gone? You're growing up far too fast…"
"Mom." Emma groaned. Snow smiled.
"Right, right. No fuss." Snow sighed, letting Emma go and walking away. She contented herself with a last look back at her beautiful girl as she walked out the door. She sighed once she was alone in the hallway. She didn't know where all those years had gone, but she desperately wished they'd slow down.
