Stairs
A guest asked for a oneshot of Snow being pregnant again and hating walking up and down the stairs in their home. Charming is sympathetic, but Snow then points out it's not so bad. It was even worse when they lived in the palace whilst being pregnant with both Emma and Neal because there were even more stairs.
Charming made his way into the hall as he heard Snow huffing and puffing. He frowned.
"Want a hand?" He offered, even though he already knew the answer. He'd offered his hand to a struggling Snow enough times over her three pregnancies to know the answer.
"I got it, thanks." She said through laboured breathing. Charming frowned.
"I'm quite sure the baby doesn't like it when you're all out of breath." Charming said daringly, braving the look Snow gave him as she hobbled down the last set of stairs.
"The baby is fine." Snow promised him, satisfied that at nearly full-term, she was still making it up and down the stairs completely independently. She sighed contently, leaning against Charming's chest.
"It's not so bad here." She told him. "Certainly not as bad as the palace." Snow grimaced at the memories. "Remember when we were running late and I had to almost run down three flights? I nearly collapsed!" Charming smiled, although it wasn't funny at the time.
"I had to carry you out to the carriage. It was apparent our little princess was fine when she started kicking you like mad. You'd clearly disturbed her nap time." Snow smiled, oh she remembered that beating to her pelvis.
"Don't let her hear you calling her our little princess." She warned him. "Otherwise you'll be next to receive a kicking." Charming just laughed, pressing his lips against Snow's. She had survived two rounds of this before. She would make it through their third just fine.
