Going grey

Brigid asked for a oneshot of Snow noticing some grey hairs on Charming's head.

"It's not funny." Charming grumbled. Snow disagreed. She disagreed so much, that she was rolling about the couch laughing. "I bet you won't be laughing when it's you!"

"It won't be me for a long time. I'm still tremendously young." Snow teased her husband. Charming had to keep reminding himself it was just three tiny grey hairs. It was no big deal…was it? He had plucked them out straight away. Snow had tried to warn him that grey hairs were like hydra heads. Three would grow back in each of their places. Surely that was just a rumour spread to upset the middle aged?

"Besides, can you blame me for having grey hairs?! Our daughter is dating a pirate!" Charming protested. Yes. It was Hook's fault he was going grey.

"Former pirate." Snow corrected him. "He's never done anything fiendish with Emma and you know it. He's too terrified of you." Charming grunted, staring forlornly at his own reflection. Snow came round, slipping her hands round Charming's waist. She reached up on tiptoe and kissed his cheek. "Charming, it's just a few tiny grey hairs." She told him. "It's no big deal. I have had a few, I've just plucked them out before anyone notices. Seeing as we're grandparents I think we're doing pretty good. I still think you're handsome. I always will. My Prince Charming." Snow nuzzled into his cheek. Charming smiled faintly. It was good to hear her compliments, but it was still a sad sign. He hadn't quite prepared for getting old just yet.