Author's note: Umm... Woah? Did not expect such a huge response for something that took me about five minutes to write, and zero minutes to plan. I take it I'm NOT them only one who enjoys a bit of plot-less fluff? :-) Thank-you! And here; have another chapter!
Chapter 2
"You can put me down now."
Mary Margaret nodded her head, but didn't make any move to release her now very small daughter.
Gold had left a couple of minutes before, and the Charming family was still stunned. He'd said the spell was something Emma would have to figure out how to undo herself. Emma had given him a very unimpressed look at this revelation; declaring that she'd been trying to undo it from the moment she'd cast the *expletive* spell and her *expletive* magic didn't work. When Gold had offered an alternate suggestion – that perhaps Mary Margaret should take her shopping for a new, smaller wardrobe – Emma's mother had had to restrain her tiny daughter from leaping across to strangle him.
Emma shifted uncomfortably when Mary Margaret stroked her cheek again, and her eyes darted to Neal, who was watching with a very bemused expression.
"Mary Margaret."
"But you're so cute!" Mary Margaret exclaimed; a note of pride in her voice.
"Adorable," David nodded from his place at Mary's side.
Emma's face flushed red, and she ducked her head down against Mary to hide her embarrassment.
"Awwww!" Mary Margaret laughed and cuddled Emma close.
'Do you want to hold her?' she mouthed to David over Emma's head. He responded with an eager nod, and Emma found herself being passed to her father.
"Uh, hi?" Emma greeted, resisting the urge to snap at them for passing her around like a baby.
She knew they were trying to make up for lost time, and being cuddled was not an entirely unpleasant experience... She just wished Neal wasn't standing three feet away grinning at her predicament. Not to mention Henry, who had the exact same expression of amusement upon his face.
"Hi," David replied. He lasted a couple of seconds before giving in to the urge to take hold of her tiny hand and examine her tiny fingers.
Emma glanced over at Mary Margaret who was watching their interaction intently. The expression on her face reminded her of the time they had visited her nursery. It was the same look that she had had when she was telling Emma about what she had planned for her family before the curse.
Emma cast a quick glance at Neal and Henry and noted they were busy discussing something and not paying her any attention. She turned back to David, who still seemed fascinated by her hands. She took a deep breath before leaning in and cautiously wrapping her arms around his neck. After a split second of pause, David's arms cuddled tightly around her, one hand sneaking up to cup the back of her head. Emma made herself relax into him and didn't comment when she felt his lips press against the side of her head.
Mary Margaret made a muffled noise that Emma suspected meant she was crying, and she wasn't surprised to feel David taking an arm away from her to pull Mary in to join the hug. Emma kept her face buried in David's shoulder because she suspected that if she saw Mary Margaret crying that she would follow suit. They remained in that position until a double flash of light startled them.
When they turned to investigate they saw Henry with a camera in his hands and a wide grin upon his face.