Baseball

captainswan2000 asked for a oneshot of Charming and Emma having a bit of a tease that turns into a moment. If I have made sporting errors I do apologise. I don't really follow sports that are popular in my own country, let alone those popular in other ones lol.

"There is no way you can actually think that the Cubs are the best team in the league!" Charming said, amused. "Emma Swan, I expected better of you." Emma playfully rolled her eyes.

"The Cubs have been my team ever since I was a little kid." Emma told him. "There's no converting me to a Yankees girl now." Emma told him.

"We shall see how you feel when the Cubs get trashed by the Yankees in the next few hours." Charming gently teased her. "I'll make a Yankees girl outta you yet. Neal here will always be a Yankees guy, won't you, little buddy?" Charming cooed to his son. He looked so adorable in his little New York Yankees Babygro. Charming couldn't wait to begin teaching him how to play catch.

"Don't count us out yet. We've surprised a lot of people this year. The Cubs have never let me down. Do you know, whenever I was lucky enough to see them in a game live, they always won?" Emma told her dad. Charming scoffed.

"How many live games have you seen them in? One?" He joked. Emma fell silent. Charming turned to face her, sensing her discomfort.

"Two." She answered quietly. "Once as a charity event when I was living in a group home in Cook County in Illinois. They took us all on a minibus to Chicago to see the Cubs play a home game. I'll never forget that day. Foster kids don't get treats like that very often. I was lucky to see a game on TV, let alone be taken to see one live in a stadium. That's when I officially became a Cubs girl." Emma began to explain. "I went again when I was an adult. I was back in the State on bail bonds business and got a scalper ticket. You know, for old time's sake. They won again. Brought me right back to that day as a little kid." Charming could see the happy nostalgia on Emma's face. It was so nice to finally hear her talk about a memory from her childhood that brought her joy instead of pain. He reached over and squeezed her hand. He then sighed over at Neal.

"Looks like we're gonna have to get you a Chicago Cubs outfit, little man." He told his son. "We might not be able to make a Yankees girl out of sissy, but maybe she'll make a couple of Cubs guys outta us."