Camping
Swanish asked for a oneshot of the family going camping and bonding.
"Can we make s'mores again tonight?!" Neal asked excitedly. Charming grimaced.
"I don't know buddy. We only just got rid of the sticky finger marks from the inside of the tent from somebody's fingers." Charming teased the little boy, tickling him. Neal squealed in delight. Snow smiled lovingly at the antics of her husband and son.
"To be fair on Neal, I don't think all those marks were from him." Snow pointed out, giving Emma a pointed look. She went a little pink.
"What? They're difficult to eat without making a mess. You didn't pack any napkins." Emma defended herself.
"They make less of a mess if you eat them one at a time instead of one in each hand." Henry said, teasing his mom. Emma shoved him off the log as they all laughed.
"I like s'mores, ok! I have a bit of a sweet tooth. They always taste better over a campfire. I thought I'd take the opportunity when it came up." Emma defended herself.
"Well, I suppose we could have some more tonight." Charming said, pulling Neal onto his lap. "How can I say no to this face?" He said, ruffling Neal's hair. Neal grinned up at his dad, dirt smudged over his nose from their earlier play.
Later that night, the family lay around the final glowing embers of their campfire, looking up through the trees to the stars above. Emma and Henry had been able to share this world's stories of the stars with their family. Tales of Greek Gods and Roman myths. Afterwards, Snow and Charming were then able to share the legends from the Enchanted Forest. By the end, Neal had fallen asleep with his head on Charming's chest. Emma and Henry too were snoring merrily. Snow and Charming looked at each other lovingly. This camping trip had been one of the best holidays they'd shared as a family. They'd created so many memories they'd be able to share for a lifetime, and money couldn't buy that.
