Chest problems
A guest asked for a oneshot of…a read and see story.
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"Oh come on Rosie! All of them, really?!" Snow grimaced and stopped outside her youngest daughter's bedroom. She had seen Emma thundering in, something clutched in her hand, and thought that meant trouble.
"What's wrong Emma?" Rosie asked from her bed. Snow heard Emma throw down whatever it was onto Rosie's bed.
"You've borrowed all of my riding tops and stretched them all out! I can't wear any of these now, none of them fit!"
"Well I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stretch them out."
"Well you did!" Rosie sighed.
"I'm sorry I'm like mom and bustier than you. I know sometimes you get jealous of that but shouting at me won't change that. I'm sure your riding tops can be replaced and I'll stop borrowing them…"
"Jealous?" Emma hissed. "Well let me tell you…"
"Ok, enough." Snow could see now what the time to intervene before Emma did or said something she regretted. Her eldest was often rash, and her youngest was still only fourteen and didn't always think through how her words might affect people. In this case, Emma could see that Emma was clearly embarrassed. Snow took hold of Emma's wrist and gently took her out and into her own bedroom. "Take a moment. Calm yourself down." Snow suggested calmly. Emma started to furiously pace up and down her bedroom.
"Why am I the one being told off! Rosie's the one who's ruined all my riding tops and then said…well, she insulted me." Emma puffed.
"I'm not here to tell you off. I took you out of your sister's bedroom to stop you saying or doing something that would have resulted in a telling off." Snow explained. She made her way to Emma's bed and sat down, patting the space beside her for Emma to come and join her.
"Your sister wasn't exactly accurate with what she said, you know. I didn't get a noticeable chest until I became a mother." Emma's face went a deeper shade of scarlet.
"You heard all that?" She mumbled.
"I did." Snow replied. "Wherever your little sister gets her chest from, it certainly wasn't me. "It doesn't make you less of a woman, you know. It's no big deal if they're a little on the small side…"
"Ok, ok, point taken." Emma said, becoming embarrassed. Snow smiled. Emma just couldn't take these type of conversations. "Thanks, mom." Snow kissed the top of Emma's head before getting up.
"Any time, sweetie." She told her. She made a mental note to have a word with Rosie about thinking before she spoke.
Snow didn't get a chance to speak to Rosie before it became clear that Emma retaliated anyway. The next morning, Rosie was the first down to breakfast after Snow. It quickly became clear she was in some discomfort.
"What's wrong honey?" Snow asked her. Rosie winced slightly as she sat down.
"All my braziers seem to have been misplaced. Neither me nor Marigold (her handmaiden) can find any anywhere, so I had to make do with a corset today. Snow frowned. Rosie clearly hadn't realised her words had hurt Emma, resulting in her sister retaliating. Snow sighed and rubbed her temple. Sisters.
