Goodnight kiss
Heysnow asked for a oneshot of Snow accidentally kissing a little Emma (with an adult mindset) on the lips. It's funny people from other cultures find that odd. In the UK adult children still kiss their parents on the lips haha.
Sarahlee: Sorry, but I've already done Emma talking to birds.
Guest: Only one deaged chapter per batch so I'll include yours next time.
Stupid potion. Stupid clumsiness. Stupid…everything! Emma wasn't in the most pleasant of moods, and that was going to be the case until this whole façade was over.
Whilst learning some basic potion skills with Regina, Emma had tripped up and spilled a vial of potion all down herself. The result was a cloud of purple smoke that engulfed Emma and left her the size of roughly a three year old. Emma was completely horrified. Her brain was still functioning as it normally should, what had happened to her body?! Regina of course found the whole thing hilarious. The more mad Emma got at her laughing, the more Regina laughed. Eventually, she calmed down enough to assure Emma she'd work on finding a reversal potion, but that might take a few days. She then called Snow and Charming to explain the situation, who swung by Cinderella and Thomas' place to get a few old clothes from Alex to tide Emma over until Regina could fix things. Not that the parents were in any rush. With Emma around three and Neal eight months, they finally looked like a normal family.
Four days into Emma's accidental change, and the family were getting into the swing of things. Although Emma's vocabulary was a lot better than most three year olds, aside from that, she needed all the assistance one might need. So a new routine was put in place so Snow and Charming were capable of looking after both of their children. This included a bedtime routine. Something Emma still wasn't terribly fond of. She didn't appreciate needing help with bathing (she'd put her foot down that only her mom helped with that, and changing and toileting) or being put to bed at seven o'clock. But even Emma couldn't deny that her little body was tiring more easily and needed the extra downtime.
That night was Snow's night to put Emma to bed. She'd been given her bath, had her hair braided and was all tucked up.
"You sure you don't want a story Em?" Snow offered her. Emma rolled her eyes.
"No thank you." She replied curtly. "Like I said, mom, just because I look three doesn't mean I am three." Snow couldn't help but smile. She looked so darn cute when she was acting all grown up but was such a little person.
"Well alright then." Snow relented. "Sleep well, Em." Automatically, Snow bent down to kiss her daughter goodnight. Much like she did with Neal, and with Neal, she kissed him on the lips. Emma immediately cried out in horror. Snow looked down at her, alarmed. Was she experiencing some painful side-effect from the transformation?! Emma wiped her mouth and gagged.
"That's just gross, mom!" Snow rolled her eyes. Was she really complaining about that?
"Oh Emma." Snow sighed. "Calm down. It was just a kiss. I don't think you're going to spontaneously combust."
"Well yeah, but, gross!" Emma continued to complain.
"It's hardly gross Emma. I keep good oral hygiene." Snow protested. "It's perfectly normal for a parent to kiss their child on the lips. But if you're going to get this upset about it, I promise not to do it again. Ok?"
"Good." Emma grumbled, wiping her lips again. Snow rolled her eyes once more as she left Emma's bedroom, turning the light off behind her. Emma sure could have fooled her that her mindset was of an adult right now.
