Based on the starter: "Don't come in here, I'm wrapping gifts"

Set when Neal is 3 but Emma is still living at home though let's pretend that the lost has undergone some serious DIY

The tree in the loft took over a considerable amount of space and was adorned with decorations some which had been bought, some reclaimed from Gold's store, there were a couple which had been made by Henry in school, two from 'Neal' had made in preschool and mommy and me class, even Emma had been cajoled into making one and some paperchains by her mother and three year old brother. It was almost Christmas Eve and earlier that night her family had begun to put out the presents which were to each other, Neal had been the first to place his wrapped presents under the tree showing Emma the one he had helped mommy wrap for her, he then made sure about a million times that everyone was aware that Father Christmas would be delivering the presents once they were all asleep on Christmas Eve.

David knocked on the door to Emma's room she had disappeared after Neal had headed to bed. David and Snow had presumed that she was in her room wrapping presents but she had been gone for a few hours and they had heard a lot of banging and cursing which luckily hadn't woke Neal up.

"Don't come in here!" She called back. "I'm wrapping up gifts."

"So if I come in there now I get to see what I'm getting?" David teased. "That sounds pretty tempting to me."

"Ow crap."

"Emma? Are you okay in there?" David asked growing worried.

Emma sighed and looked around her room which looked as though it had been struck by a bomb filled with Christmas gift wrapping. Actually her father's was the only one which had been wrapped so he was safe to come it (if he could manage to push past the gifts which needed to be wrapped which Emma had piled by the door). "If you can get in you can come in."

"Woah this is…"

"A mess?" Emma suggested.

"That's one word for it." David said. "What were you saying ow about?"

"I just cut my hand a little on the scissors." She brushed off his concern but found him holding out his hand waiting to make sure she was okay, she rolled her eyes but held her hand out, she hadn't realised that she had actually managed to cut it. "I'm fine."

"Stay here." David told her as he darted into the en-suite, he grabbed a damp cloth and went back over to Emma, he gestured for her to hold her pass her hand back over to him he then wrapped the cloth around it. He twisted his head looking around at the room.

"If you're trying to look for your present it's already been wrapped."

"Em, what's going on in here?"

"I'm just wrapping some presents."

"How many have you wrapped?"

"Including yours? One."

"Have you suddenly forgotten how to wrap presents?" David laughed confusedly.

Emma sighed she had been faking it for five years and now she was being forced to admit it. "I don't normally wrap up my own presents, I normally just get them wrapped at the store, this year I figured I may as well do it myself… turns out it's harder than it looks."

David would have laughed at Emma's confession had she not looked so disappointed in herself, but he knew she wouldn't give up so easily, especially about something as small as wrapping up presents. "Well, you can't wrap any more up now."

"Dad-"

"Emma, you've hurt your hand, you won't be able to wrap up any presents so I'm going to wrap them up for you – you need to write all of your tags and once I've wrapped them you can sort out the bows."

"Fine, but only because I hurt my hand."

David hid a smile and passed her over the tags and a pen then grabbed the wrapping paper and the gift Emma had been trying to wrap.