Wanting daddy
A guest asked for a oneshot of Emma being ill or hurt and wanting her dad. Set in the EF with a young Emma.
"I. Want. My. Daddy!" The little girl screamed between sobs. She had been sick with the chicken pox for a few days. The poor girl was feeling miserable. Nothing was truly soothing her, but her sobs quietened to sniffles when she could cuddle with her daddy. Unfortunately, being royals both Snow and Charming had duties to attend to outside of their sick daughter. As much as it pained them both.
"I know, sweet girl, but your daddy is busy just now." Johanna tried to explain to the little princess. "I'm sure he'll be up to see you very soon…"
"I want him now!" Emma demanded. Normally, Emma was quite a content child. She understood that her parents were busy and couldn't always be with her. She was just feeling so unwell just now that she wanted her daddy constantly. Johanna sighed. She didn't like interrupting the king or queen, but sometimes, needs must. She had a quiet word with one of the guards stationed at Emma's door. Then, within five minutes, Charming came rushing into the room.
"Is my poor baby girl just feeling awful today?" He said sympathetically. Emma nodded, her little bottom lip sticking out.
"I'm so sorry Your Highness. I normally wouldn't interrupt you during your busy day, but the princess was just so distraught." Johanna explained. Charming smiled warmly at the maid.
"It's quite alright, Johanna. I understand. I wouldn't like to think of Emma so upset up here wanting me. I'll take over just now." He said. Johanna smiled, leaving the father and daughter in peace. Charming went over to Emma's bed and lay down, picking Emma up gently and placing her on his lap. Emma snuggled into his chest. Charming began to rub soothing circles on her back.
"I know, sweetheart. I know. How about I tell you a story, huh? Which one would my angel like?" He asked.
"When mommy met daddy." Emma requested, her little thumb slipping into her mouth. A smile tugged at the corners of Charming's mouth. That had always been a favourite of Emma's. He must have told it to her a thousand times and yet she never seemed to tire of it.
"Well Emma, it all began when a prince captured a bandit. Unfortunately for him, the bandit was armed…"
