A/N: ... and because I have ZERO self control, despite the fact I have to be up in less than six hours, here is another little bit.
Emma fought with the buckle on her car seat, swearing under her breath before throwing her hands up in surrender.
"It's stuck," she complained.
Charming and Snow had been watching her struggle for the last five minutes trying not to laugh at the sight of a small child muttering a string of curse words. Her mannerism were still so very clearly adult Emma-like.
Knowing that this was close as Emma would get to asking for help, Charming stepped forward to help. In his stronger and more dextrous hands the buckle clicked open easily. Emma stared at it in disbelief.
"Oh, come on!"
Charming shrugged in response.
"Must be child proof," Snow suggested as Emma slid out of her seat and jumped out of the car.
Emma gave no response or any indication she had heard her mother speaking. She stomped her way up the steps to their apartment.
Snow and Charming exchanged looks.
"She gets that from you," Charming commented.
"She does not!" she denied. With a sudden frown she added, "... I should probably go hide the kitchen appliances."
With a quick peck on his cheek, she darted after Emma. Charming smiled lovingly after them
"Oh, she definitely does," Charming said once Snow was out of earshot.