Younger mom

Effervescent Dreamer asked for a oneshot of Emma being de-aged to a teenager and still trying to parent Henry. Henry doesn't really know how to react.

"Wait, kid, don't forget your lunch!" Mom called after me as I raced down the stairs. If I was honest, I was trying to avoid her a little bit.

"Um, thanks." I commented as I took the bag from her. "Have a good day. I hope my other mom can finally sort things."

"Me too kid." Mom sighed. I saw her pull her hand out. She had been going to automatically ruffle my hair, but she was smaller than me right now and it just looked weird with her reaching on her tiptoes to do it. Besides, I was fifteen and she was thirteen, so looked younger than me right now anyway. She had, however, insisted that she was old enough to be left in her own house. She wasn't tiny, she didn't need help doing things. She just needed someone to sort it out so she was back to her normal self. I wanted it all sorted out as well. It was weird living with a mom who was kind of younger than you were. It didn't help that she was insisting on doing all the housework and stuff that she normally did. I'd offered to help it out, but she said she'd be weirded out more by the sight of me with a hoover than looking at her own reflection right now. As I made my way out the front door and headed for the school bus, I once again hoped that today would be the day my other mom would be able to crack the code that allowed her to reverse whatever magic my mom had used on herself accidentally in the first place to make herself younger. I was kind of worried that if it wasn't all sorted soon, my mom would begin to act too adult as her younger self. Like, trying to pick me up from school in her car. Sounds stupid, but she'd tried it before Gramps confiscated her car keys until this was all sorted out. I just hoped she didn't find where he was keeping them. This was all weird enough as it was.