Football

msdrummergirl asked for a oneshot of Emma watching football with her dad and asking why he keeps shouting at the TV.

"Oh come on ref! There's no way that was a yellow card! He's had two now so he has to be sent off! What rubbish!" Emma peeked over her book and stared at her dad, now slightly red in the face, and had to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing. She loved sports too, but she never went this far. She knew her dad got particularly passionate when Real Madrid played, but this seemed to be going a little too far.

"It's just a game, dad." Emma reminded him. "They're in Spain. They can't hear you anyway. Well, maybe, actually, you are shouting pretty loud." Charming took his eyes off the Barcelona FC player taking the free kick to look at his daughter. Maybe it was time. He patted the space beside him on the couch.

"You really want to know why I get so excited over some grown men kicking a ball about a field?" He asked her. Emma nodded. "Well then, put the book down and come and join me. See for yourself." Intrigued, Emma did put down her book and came and sat beside him. Charming put one arm around Emma's shoulders and used the other to point at the man on the screen. "That right there, the guy in white? That's Sergio Ramos. He's our defender, and the reason that free kick didn't get anywhere near Kiko Casilla." Charming saw the blank look Emma was giving him. "The goalkeeper. Anyway, the guy alllllll the way back there is Cristiano Ronaldo. He's one of the forwards, and our star player. We're nil-nil just now, but it's not even halftime. I think we've got this one in the bag…"

"Oh come on!" Father and daughter shouted at the screen together, muttering separate obscenities to the referee. Emma may have only known the basic rules of the game of football for about forty minutes now, but she was a quick learner.

Meanwhile, Snow looked on at her husband and daughter and laughed. Like father, like daughter.