May muses 8: The dreaded question

Day 8 of May Muses! My idea for today: what if little Emma asked her daddy where babies come from?

"She's so pretty." Emma whispered, looking down at her baby sister snoozing away in their daddy's arms.

"She sure is." Charming agreed, kissing the top of Emma's head. "Just like her mommy and her big brother and sister." Emma giggled.

"Can I kiss her?" Emma asked.

"Of course you can. Nice and gentle though." Charming instructed. Emma did as she was told. "Clever girl." Charming praised her. "Rosie is lucky to have such an excellent big sister to help look after her. Are you going to help mommy and daddy change her then?" Charming asked. Emma giggled, shaking her head. "No, I thought not." Charming chuckled. Emma rested her head against her daddy's shoulder as she looked down at her newborn sister in awe.

"So she came two sleeps ago?" Emma asked. Charming nodded his head. Snow had only gone to bathe herself. She would be back shortly. "How did she get here?" Emma asked. Charming grimaced.

"Uh, she came out of mommy's tummy." He said. Emma nodded, seeming to accept the answer. Charming relaxed, feeling like he'd gotten away with that one.

"How did she get into mommy's tummy?" Emma asked. Charming's face paled. That one was harder to work around.

"Huh?" He asked her, a little shocked. He hadn't been expecting that.

"Where do babies come from?" Emma clarified. Charming rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Uh…you'll find out when you're older?" He tried. Emma sighed.

"I'm the oldest, daddy." She reminded him. "I'm a big girl."

"You sure are princess." Charming told her. He didn't want to lie to her, that would confuse her when she was older. "Mommies and daddies make babies." He said, trying to be as vague as possible." Emma suddenly made a disgusted face.

"You mean with kissy stuff?" She asked.

"Yes, exactly." Charming answered her, glad she gave her own words for it.

"Eww!" Emma commented. Charming grinned.

"I hope you always think it's gross, baby girl." He said, kissing her nose. Emma laughed.

"Silly daddy. Rosie's your baby girl. Emma's your big girl!" Charming smiled down at her. His eldest. His princess.

"No, Emma's still my baby girl. I just have two now. Two baby girls and a baby boy." Charming explained. Emma laughed again, thinking that was silly. Then she stopped and scrunched her face up in concentration.

"Wait. You and mommy kiss lots and lots. How come you don't have lots and lots of babies?" She asked.

"Oh, look at the time!" Charming said, securing Rosie in one arm and picking Emma up in the other. "A certain daddy's baby girl has to have some lunch. I'm thinking…pancakes with blueberries?"

"Yay!" Emma squealed in delight. Charming almost sighed in relief. Pancakes, always the solution to any problem with Emma.