David opened the door and stepped into the apartment. He shucked off his coat and called out to his wife.
"Snow, are you –"
"Shhh!" she hushed urgently.
She was seated on the couch in front of the tv. Frowning, David walked over to her. She was watching some action movie he didn't recognise.
"That good?" he whispered, an eyebrow raised in question.
"It's not that…" Snow breathed, and nodded down at her lap.
At first all he noticed was the rug draped over her knees. Then he noticed a small pale arm hanging limply next to one of Snow's legs, and a tuft of blonde hair poking out of a fold of blanket. Emma had fallen asleep whilst watching television and slowly slid down her mother's side until the top half of her body rested on Snow's lap.
"Charming," Snow whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
David nodded in acknowledgement and dropped silently to his knees to peer under the edge of the blanket. Emma's face was blissfully peaceful, her breathing deep and even. He brushed a finger over her cheek and marvelled at its softness.
"Don't wake her."
"Wouldn't dream of it," David promised.