Corset- part 2
A guest asked for a oneshot of a sequel to Ch1145 "Corset" where Charming's words end up coming true. As a teen, Emma thinks she needs a corset after Henry's birth. Snow and her have a loving mother/daughter chat.
Snow had just been going past her eldest daughter's room when she heard Emma hissing in pain. She paused outside the door when she heard another voice.
"Are you quite sure about this, Your Highness?" Snow heard Emma's handmaiden, Roberta, ask. She sounded very apprehensive. "If I may be so bold, Your Highness, I think you're perhaps a little young for a daily corset." Snow's eyebrows just about hit the roof. Emma was nineteen! What was she thinking?
"Quite sure, Roberta." Emma hissed through the pain. "I need it sucked all in until I lose the baby weight." Snow didn't even bother knocking. She came straight into Emma's bedroom. Emma looked up at the sudden intruder.
"Thank you, Roberta. I'll finish up here." Snow instructed the handmaiden. Roberta bowed politely, leaving the mother and daughter to it.
"Well, dealing with a corset should be quite painless for you, actually." Snow commented.
"Really?" Emma asked hopefully. "How?" Snow came over behind Emma.
"Like this." She responded. She slipped the corset off and flung it over her shoulder. "There. Sorted."
"Mama." Emma sighed. "I need that."
"No, you do not." Snow responded calmly as she handed Emma her dress. "You're just perfect.
"I haven't been perfect for months." Emma responded. "I wouldn't change it, I love Henry more than I can ever say, but a little assistance in gaining back my old figure wouldn't go amiss." Snow had a flashback to her own self-confidence shortly after Emma was born. To Charming asking her how she would feel if Emma decided she needed to wear a corset because of her weight. Now it was real. Snow waited until Emma was dressed and then took her daughter's chin gently and made Emma look at her.
"You are always perfect." Snow told her lovingly. "Having a baby just makes you even more perfect, especially to him. Don't go risking all that by damaging yourselves with those blasted things. Promise me?"
"Fine, if you're willing to go that soppy." Emma grumbled. Snow chuckled, kissing the top of Emma's head.
"However soppy it takes." She told her. She was glad Charming had talked her out of it all those years ago, and even more glad she was able to return the favour to her daughter.
