Super Bowl

babygirl asked for a oneshot of the Charming family watching the Super Bowl and yelling for their favourite teams. They're split when it comes to who they root for.

"Mom, dad, you two cannot seriously be rooting for the Falcons?" Emma groaned. Snow just shrugged.

"Why not? That's the team Mary Margaret supported. She has memories of going to college in Georgia.

"Yeah, and David Nolan's dad was from Georgia." Charming explained. "So we're sticking up for the Atlanta Falcons tonight guys. A.K.A. the winners of the Super Bowl fifty-one." Charming teased his daughter and grandson, both of whom were sporting New England Patriots jerseys. Henry took a kernel of popcorn and hurled it at his grandpa's head.

"See, Patriots supporters have good aim. Unlike anyone in the Falcons whole locker room." Henry teased him. Emma high-fived her son. He had learned his witty banter skills well. Charming laughed, flicking the popcorn back at Henry.

"That there's fighting talk, Henry." Charming joked. "Let's see if you're still so cocky when the game's over." Charming responded. Snow nodded briskly, agreeing with him. They both had every faith in their team. What it really came down to was who was the better team in the average twelve minutes of play (AN: sorry, couldn't resist. It's true though!).

With popcorn bowls filled and cups brimming with each family member's preferred soda, they sat anxiously in front of the TV. Charming's hand was curled into an excited fist underneath his foam finger. His free hand gripping to Snow's on the couch beside him. Henry was practically bouncing up and down with anticipation. Although Emma looked cool and collected, she was filled with just as much nervous energy as the rest of her family. The commentators were done with their pre-match interviews as statistics. The pre-game commercials had come to and end. This was it. Kick off.