New group home- part 2
Maleficent-darkgoodwitch2416 asked for a oneshot of a sequel to Ch2792 "New group home" where Emma kisses Snow and breaks the curse. I hope you don't mind me tweaking it slightly by playing around with the breaking the curse part!
For the guest who asked for a sequel to this chapter as well (I only accept on request at a time, then ask you wait 3 batches of chapters before making another request :) ).
And for the other guest who asked for a sequel to this chapter, you got lucky someone else gave the chapter name AND number haha.
Mary Margaret never complained when one of the children in her care woke her up in the night. In fact, she couldn't remember a night where she hadn't been woken up at some point or another by at least one child. She seemed to permanently have bags under her eyes, yet she wouldn't have it any other way. She loved these children, and wouldn't see them shipped off to somewhere else in Maine. So she soldiered on. Much to the mayor's annoyance. She seemed determined to have Mary Margaret's fostering license revoked. The former teacher felt like at least once a week now Regina would try and have someone or another come and give her another inspection for yet another ridiculous reason. Each and every time, however, Mary Margaret passed. She knew she was good at this. She would not let these children down. No matter how hard Regina tried. Ever since little Emma had arrived, she seemed determined to have her sent packing again. Her two ways of doing that were by either having Mary Margaret deemed unfit to care for her, or, trying to set her up with as many new parents as possible. None of whom were suitable, much to the mayor's annoyance.
It was little Emma that was the source of Mary Margaret's disturbed sleep that night. When Mary Margaret peeked her eyes open, she saw the tiny girl's face peering up her, bleary eyed with tear stained cheeks.
"Aw honey, did you have another bad dream, huh?" Mary Margaret asked her quietly. Emma had never actually come forward and admitted having bad dreams. Mary Margaret had found her thrashing around one night, and managed to put two and two together. In response to the question, Emma stuck her thumb in her mouth. Mary Margaret took that as a yes. The little girl had not long turned three and had been in Storybrooke for just about a year. She still wasn't particularly verbal in her communication, her development had been stunted due to her interrupted home life. But Mary Margaret always knew what she wanted. Her verbal communication was coming on with support, she would get there.
"Come on sweetie." Emma stepped back as Mary Margaret tried to pick her up, her eyes grew wide with fright. Mary Margaret was confused. She had never once hurt Emma. Why was she so scared now?
"Honey, it's ok, I'm not going to…" But then the smell hit her. Mary Margaret understood. Emma's bad dream had caused her to wet the bed. It hurt her so much that this tiny girl was scared of getting in trouble for having an accident. "Oh sweetie. It's alright. Everyone has accidents sometimes. Come on, let me run you a nice bath. You can sleep in my bed tonight while we get your bed all dry again. I can sleep on the couch, it's fine. You're not in trouble." She promised the little girl. Emma seemed to accept that this was true, and allowed her foster mother to help her.
Mary Margaret got Emma's bath ready as quietly as possible so as not to disturb the other children. She gave her a quick bath and, to prevent her having to go into the room Emma shared with her foster sister, gave the little girl one of her tops to wear as a nightdress. She got Emma all cosy in her bed and told her what she knew to be one of Emma's favourite stories: Snow White. She could see the little girl's eyes drooping just as she finished.
"Good night, Emma. Sleep well."
"Night night." Emma murmured sleepily. She scrunched up her eyes for a moment before holding her hands out. Curious. Snow leaned in. Emma planted a small kiss on her foster mother's cheek. Mary Margaret gasped. Emma had never given her that level of contact before. Was this her finally beginning to trust an adult fully again? But before Mary Margaret could ponder it further, a bright light engulfed the room. Emma jumped slightly, feeling much more awake. But not quite as awake as her foster mother, who now realised she was much more than Emma's foster mother. She was not Mary Margaret Blanchard. She was Snow White. She looked down in wonder at the tiny little girl. Her tiny little girl. This was her daughter! No wonder Regina had been so determined to keep them apart. Snow didn't think now was the best time to tell Emma she was her real mommy. She didn't even know if anyone else had woken up.
"Don't panic sweetie. It was just a light bulb." Snow lied. Emma was too tired to question this, and settled back down. She was asleep within moments. Snow sat on the bed watching her, a million questions running through her brain. Where was Charming? Snow hadn't seen him around town, ever, but knew he must be her. She would make it her mission to find him. But first, she had to find out if everyone else was awake too.
Snow knew who all the children in her care were now, well, their real identities. When they awoke the next morning, it was clear the curse hadn't been broken for everyone. Just as Snow had feared. She couldn't come out with it. Who would believe her? Now Emma's position with her was in more greater peril than ever before. If Regina found out that Snow was awake, she would stop at nothing to have Emma removed from her care, and like Hell was Snow losing her daughter. Not again. No, she had to do this carefully. Firstly, she called off any of Regina's stupid placement appointments for Emma. She lied and told them all Emma was ill. Emma wasn't going to be living with other people. Snow now had to find the real parents of the children in her care and return them to their families. As well as that, she had to find Charming. She had her daughter back, but their family wouldn't be complete until Snow found her husband. Again, Regina would be a problem there. If she found Snow snooping around, searching for him, she would suspect something was up. She had to play this game very carefully, otherwise things could go very, very wrong.
