Authors note: Sorry for the multiple short chapters in a single day - I keep thinking of new things (or getting new ideas from readers - thank Soprano Pixie for this one) after I've posted them. On the bright side, writing like this means I'm actually writing faster than I normally would (I have a very short attention span...). :-)
David offered them a lift home to save them walking as it looked like it would soon rain. Emma stopped short as they neared David's car - she had spotted something in the back seat.
"What's that?"
"A car seat," Snow responded cautiously.
"No."
Emma shook her head emphatically.
"Emma, the law says children under 8 years –"
"I'm 29!" Emma ground out for what felt like the hundredth time in the last 24 hours.
"- or under 80 pounds," David continued "must ride in a car seat. You'd be lucky to be half that weight."
Emma crossed her arms and scowled up at him.
"Emma, you have to use the car seat. You're tiny; if we had an accident you could be seriously injured," Snow lectured.
"Well then you'll just have to drive carefully."
"It's the law, Sheriff," David prodded.
Emma huffed at this reminder.
"Fine," she muttered unenthusiastically.
She climbed into the car and up in to the car seat. She put her arms through the shoulder straps and clicked them into the buckle, shooing away her parents when they attempted to help her. Finished, she shifted uncomfortably in the seat, and spoke with a pained expression on her face.
"Let's go before someone sees me."