author's note: sorry it took so long to finally post! I've been busy getting around for school.
Later that same afternoon, the Charming family decided to move on to an activity that Emma would enjoy: sword fighting. Emma thought she was better than what she was and began to get angry every time her father and mother would beat her. She stood on the outside of the "fighting area" watching Snow and Charming fight. She wiped her brow because this battle had been taking some time now.
"Is that all you got?" Charming tested Snow knowing that she gets very competitive. Snow lunged at him with her sword as more metal hit metal. Emma giggled as her parents taunted each other while moving around the "fighting area". Henry walked over to her.
"Who do you think is going to win?" Emma thought about it watching her parents move as their swords continued to deflect each other's hits.
"My bet is on your gramps." Henry shook his head in disagreement, but before he could get a word in Snow spoke up.
"I can hear you guys," She looked over at Emma and Emma instantly felt like a little kid being scolded. Emma looked over at Henry and they both quietly giggled. Finally a sword hit the ground and Charming had Snow pinned on the ground with his sword at her throat.
Emma looked at Henry with a look that read 'I told you so'. Henry looked over at his grams that was now heading their way. "Grams, I bet on you and you kind of lost." Snow brought her grandson in for a hug before looking over at her daughter.
"Thank you, Henry." She felt Charming come up behind her. "My own daughter bet against me." Emma only grinned in response.
Charming chuckled, "I think Emma knew that I could beat you-" Snow playfully rolled her eyes then nudged him. Henry looked up at Charming.
"Hey gramps, do you think you could teach me that last move?" Charming exchanged a look with his daughter to see if it was okay before answering.
"Sure, but first let's start with something a bit easier." Henry's smile widened as he and Charming went back towards the fighting area. Emma watched her father interact with Henry and wished that he would teach her too, but she would never voice that aloud. Instead she watched Henry learn the way she should have been taught when she was younger.
"You looked good out there," Snow commented to her daughter bringing her out of whatever thoughts were going through her head.
"Thanks," Emma gave a small smile while tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, "I wish I was as good as you or David." Snow's mouth turned up into a smile at the comment.
"With practice you could better than both your father and I." Emma shook her head not wanting to believe what her mom was telling her.
"You have to say that." Emma gave Snow a look, which Snow returned with a confused one. "You're my mom." Snow smiled and was about to respond when Emma continued. "Just like you kept letting me think I had a chance when we sparred earlier." Emma smirked.
Snow grinned, but quickly covered it up. "I have no idea what you are talking about." Emma playfully rolled her eyes at her mother. Snow decided to take a risk with her daughter and ask the question that she's been dying to ask. "We could teach you," She studied her daughter, "that is if you want." Emma wanted to deny any help from her parents, but the little girl inside of her was dying to be taught by her parents.
Emma spoke so soft that her mother almost didn't hear her, "I would like that." Snow held in any sign of being excited even though she was thrilled with the idea that her and Charming would teach her something together.