Snow left Emma to finish Alice, though she did promise to come cuddle her in a little while, before returning to her worried husband and letting out a sigh.
"We need to talk to get when she's... an adult again." Snow decided, making sure to choose get phrasing very carefully and speaking in a hushed whisper, not wanting to upset her baby in any way.
Charming nodded slowly, his own mind still spinning from the discovery of Emma's other side and he bit his lip before speaking.
"Do we know when that'll be? I mean, can we make it happen faster or...?" He tailed off, feeling bad for even thinking it but wanting to discover what was going on in Emma's head.
"Be patient." Snow said in a soft voice, leaning up to press a kiss to her husband lips.
"Emma will talk to us when she's ready, you know how stubborn she can be." Charming chuckled in response and nodded just as a voice piped up from the couch.
"Daddy! Cheshie!" One of Emma's hands was waving above her head and the other was pointing excitedly at the animated pink and purple cat that had appeared on the screen.
Charming squeezed Snow's shoulder as he passed her, heading back to Emma and kissing her waving hands before sitting next to her.
"Is he you're favourite Princess?" He asked, mildly unnerved by the rather Cheshie Cat like smile that Emma was currently wearing.
She nodded excitedly and shifted to clamber onto his lap again, curling there happily
"Lobe Cheshie." She explained with a firm nod, giggling to herself gleefully, clearly a joke Charming had missed.
"He ma fwend." She informed him, glancing up at Charming from his chest and beaming excitedly.
"Do you think he'd be Mommy and Daddy's friend too?" Charming asked, holding in a quiet chuckle. He didn't want Emma to think he was laughingat her.
Her face scrunched up in thought as Snow settled on the couch next to them.
"Yeah." Emma nodded after a moment, smiling again.
"A'coz Mommy an' Daddy nice. Cheshie no wike meanies!" She told them firmly before turning her attention back to her favourite film, sucking in the corner of Charming's shirt collar as if it were a pacifier.
Snow watched her daughter carefully and thought back. Thought back to her time as Mary Margaret, watching Emma hopefully, though not really giving her any signs of her attraction. Surely she'd noticed something.
"Emma! I'm back, are you in?" Mary Margaret called out, her arms ladened down with shopping bags.
A laugh sounded from Emma's room, before a loud thumping and a moment later the panicked looking blonde had emerged, running her fingers through her hair.
"Yeah, you want a hand?"
She'd put it down to Emma simply masturbating when she was Mary Margaret (though that thought in itself had made her blush scarlet and had fuelled her own fantasies for weeks.) But knowing what she knew now, perhaps Emma had been babyfied upstairs and had switched back quickly out of fear of being caught.
The thought of Emma ever being afraid of her made a ball of guilt sink to the pit of Snow's stomach and she moved slowly, resting a hand on Emma's back carefully before starting to rub soft circles, not wanting to startle the girl.
They sat like that for a good ten minutes before Charming spoke in a hushed whisper, almost as if he didn't want to break the spell.
"She's asleep." He said with a smile, though Snow didn't stop the slow circles on Emma's back, instead simply smiling back at him.
"She's so much more affectionate like this, isn't she?" Snow said, her about blossoming into a grin at the thought and Charming nodded in agreement, pressing a gentle kiss to the blondes crown.
"We should put her to bed... sleeping sat up like that can't be good for her." He suggested, though in reality he quite liked having her slight weight settled on his lap, knowing she felt safe enough with him to drop off to sleep.
Snow made a noise of agreement, moving her hand back slowly, clearly not wanting to either, but seeing the sense.
Securing his arms around her a little better, Charming stood carefully, once again surprised by how light she was. She actually felt other like this than she had when she was on his lap.
"Who's bed?" He asked, glancing back at Snow, who was standing and flicking off the TV.
"Ours." She answered instantly.
"I'll go grab her blanket, you put her down." She instructed, moving towards Emma's room, making a mental note to see if there was a way to wash a mattress. Just in case Emma ever did want to sleep in her own bed again. Or for when Henry was with them.
Charming set Emma down on the bed and then had to work on getting her to let him go, her grip on his shirt near iron.
"It's okay Princess. Daddy will lay with you in a second, but you gotta let go." He urged, hoping some of his words invaded her subconscious enough to make her release him.
Snow snorted when she walked into the room, Emma's blanket in one hand as she approached them.
"Let me." She teased, crouching on the bed next to Emma and brushing her blanket against her clenched fist. Emma made a noise, somewhere between a grumble and a whine and released Charming in favour of gripping at her blanket, bringing it to her face to rub against her cheek.
Charming straightened, shooting his wife a thankful smile as he stretched.
"We can't let her sleep for long." Snow reminded him, barely holding in a chuckle at the way Charming's face quickly crumpled into a pout.
"It's only midday. If she sleeps too much now, she'll be up all night."
