Her daughter

So…hey. I started to rewatch OUAT from season 1 (I'm just going to forget season 7 exists) and it totally reminded me of why I fell in love with the show. With that in mind, I started to feel the urge to write again. I don't know if opening this up again will work. I know it was kinda dying by the end haha. However, I wanted to give people a chance if anyone wants it. A fresh start. You can ask for any topic, no gap rule, no limit on sequels (but if something gets massive I'd probably put it into its own little story). The only things I'll stick with are Snowing being the main ship and having to have at least 2 Charming family members.

This one came to me as I've been watching clips on YouTube.

Emma was so glad when Storybrooke finally had its happily ever after. Well, it's "no more big villains coming to get us" after, anyway. The town still had its trials and tribulations. As the sheriff, the Saviour and the crowned princess, Emma knew that better than most. Any small concern the people of the town had, and it was often poor Emma who ended up with their grumbles. No matter what she was up to at the time. Including a catch up lunch with her mother.

"Emma, I want a word with you." Said the town butcher as he marched up to the booth Emma and Snow were at. Emma sighed, giving her mom a knowing look as she swivelled round in the booth.

"What for, exactly?"

"Can you please have a word with the dwarves about the amount of noise they make coming home from the mines? I'm up early enough to set up for the day without their drunken antics making my life more difficult." He complained. Emma sighed.

"Without the dwarves mining, Storybrooke's magic supply would be compromised. I've never had a noise complaint about any of them before." Emma tried to reason with him. This did not please the butcher.

"You're supposed to be the law enforcement here! Isn't there laws against making ungodly amounts of noise at four in the morning?! Some sheriff you're turning out to be now you have an easy ride…"

"As my daughter just informed you," Snow cut in, seeing as the man was beginning to get on her last nerve, "nobody else seems to be bothered by them. Perhaps invest in some earplugs? Now, if you don't mind, my daughter is off duty and it is not often we get to have lunch together. So if you wouldn't mind." Snow said, giving him a stern look. The man sighed, but stomped out of the diner. Emma smirked over at her mom.

"How come you always refer to me like that?" She asked her.

"Like what?" Snow asked, taking another sip of her tea.

"Whenever you're with me and need to talk about me, you very rarely just say Emma. Or even call me she, or her. Most of the time you say 'my daughter'. Especially if it's someone being annoying. Why is that?" Emma asked, curious. Snow sat back for a moment and thought about how best to answer that.

"I suppose I just don't want people to forget." Snow began. "I know with our unique age situation, people can forget that I'm still your mother, and don't take too kindly to people trying to throw their weight around and bully you. Plus, your father and I still hold some colterol with a lot of the people here. It's just a bit of reminder to them that you're still part of the royal family. Plus," Snow said, smiling around her mug, "it's just nice to say out loud. You are my daughter, and I never get tired of saying it." Snow explained. Emma rolled her eyes playfully, getting back to her lunch. Whatever the reason was, she was glad she had both her mom and her dad who always had her back.