With her Mary Poppins bag
Effervescent Dreamer asked for a oneshot of Emma being home with a bad cold and Henry taking care of her. Snow comes over and starts fussing over them both. She looks after Emma and makes sure Henry is taking care of himself and doing his best not to catch his mom's cold.
"Thanks kid." Emma sniffled, accepting the fresh tissue.
"No problem." Henry said with a smile. "Do you need anything else?" He asked. Emma shook her head. What she really needed was to be able to shift this cold so she could get back to work, but that wasn't going to happen any time soon, even with magic. That was the last time she accompanied Neal's preschool class on a field trip. Henry didn't mind helping look after his mom at all. In fact, he quite liked being given the responsibility. He was just glad she seemed to be getting a little better.
"Who was that on the phone there?" Emma asked him. Someone had called the house a few minutes ago. All Emma heard of the conversation was Henry telling the person that Emma couldn't do something because she was loaded with the cold.
"Oh, it was just grandma. She was asking about us coming round for dinner tonight." Henry explained. Emma gave Henry a look of dread. "What?" He asked, confused.
"You told my mother that I'm sick?" She asked. Henry nodded. Emma sighed, slumping back against the couch once more.
"Go unlock the front door. She'll be here in a few minutes."
Sure enough, a few minutes later, Snow bustled into the house with a bag full for ill health emergencies.
"Only me!" Snow called from the hall. Emma gave Henry an "I told you so" look just as Snow came in. She came straight over and felt Emma's forehead. "How you feeling, honey?" She asked.
"I'm ok, really. It's just a cold. You didn't have to go to any trouble. Henry's been helping me out." Emma explained.
"Of course I had to come. No matter how much I nag you, that medicine cabinet of yours never has anything in it that wasn't past its sell-by date in two thousand and four." Snow said disapprovingly. She fished out some medicine from her bag. "Just as well I've always got some by for situations like this." Snow handed her the bottle and a teaspoon. "Two spoons now and then two more before you go to bed tonight." Snow instructed her. Emma took the medicine moodily. Her mom knew she hated this kind of stuff! Leaving her daughter to sulk, Snow turned her attention to Henry.
"I have this for you." She said, fishing out some hand sanitising gel and gave it to him.
"What's this for?" He asked.
"For you to use after taking away your mother's dirty tissues and such like, because I'll bet you haven't been washing your hands more regularly." Snow said. Henry stayed silent, confirming that she was correct. "I thought so. You also need to make sure you're still getting enough sleep. You're still a growing boy and growing boys need sleep…"
"Mom, you know I've only been unwell for two days, right? Henry's hardly applying for a carer's allowance." Emma pointed out. Snow just gave her a look.
"I'm just looking out for my grandson's wellbeing, same as my daughter's." Snow said gently. "Have you taken your medicine yet? Stop stalling." Snow chastised her. Emma grumbled as she took the dose. It would seem mothers with sick children are still mothers with sick children, even when said children are adults with houses and children of their own.
