Sibling grumbles

Lacorra wanted a oneshot with Emma having a little bit of jealousy over her new little brother. I hope you like this!

When Emma woke up that morning, she knew something wasn't right. Her throat was on fire. She reached over for a glass of water, but frowned when all her hand came into contact with was thin air. Grumbling slightly, she got out of bed and trudged downstairs.

"Hey." She said, wincing at the sound of her own voice. She sighed expecting the usual fire of questions that came when she looked or sounded even slightly unwell.

"Hi." Snow sighed. Emma was confused. A little relieved, but mostly confused as to why there was no questions. Emma looked over to see Snow bouncing her brother slightly. She could tell from Snow's red eyes and Neal's red face that her brother had been up a fair amount of the night. David was sitting at the counter, nearly falling asleep over her cereal. Emma shrugged, going over to the sink to get her water. As she did she heard a relieved sigh from Snow.

"Hey mom, do we have any…"

"Shh!" Snow whispered frantically. "Neal's finally fallen asleep, he's been up most of the night. Later, Emma."

"Sorry." Emma muttered, picking up her water and heading back upstairs to get ready for the day.

Half an hour later, Emma came down the stairs, ready to head to the station. Even she could see she looked paler than usual.

"I'm off!" She shouted as best she could in her croaky voice.

"Hold on a minute Emma." Snow said, coming out into the hall. Emma looked back. Of course, Snow always made Emma lunch, she'd forgotten to pick it up from the fridge. She smiled at Snow, waiting to be given her lunch.

"Could you pick up some washing up powder on your way home? I would ask your father, but I don't think he'll be going in today. I need him here today, your brother is having a bad day. I hope he's not unwell…"

"Sure." Emma grumbled. "I'll be back later." Emma couldn't help but feel a little miffed. Didn't her mom think she needed her dad at the station? She couldn't be doing the paperwork and going out and dealing with any callouts. And did she not notice that Emma wasn't exactly feeling like a spring chicken today? Emma knew it was a little unreasonable, but she couldn't help but feel a little jealous. I mean, she'd only just started to properly accept her parents, and it felt like they were pushing her out sometimes. Emma hastily wiped away the tear falling from her eye as she drove to the station. Maybe it was just because she was feeling under the weather.

By the time Emma got home that evening, all she wanted was her bed.

"Oh good Emma, you're here." Snow said, coming out into the hall. Emma nodded.

"Here's your washing powder." She told her, handing Snow the box.

"Oh," Snow said, as though she'd forgotten that she'd asked for it. "Thanks sweetie. Your soup's heating up. There's water and paracetamol upstairs beside your bed. I'll bring your soup up when it's ready."

"Huh?" Emma asked, feeling a little dazed.

"Your throat, sweetie? I know you're not well, don't act like you're not. I'm sorry I didn't say anything this morning. Things were just a bit hectic. But I'm here now. Go on, off you go. I'll be up in a few minutes and I expect you to be tucked up in your bed, understood?" Emma rolled her eyes playfully.

"Yes mother." She joked, heading upstairs. Emma suddenly felt a bit better already. She felt silly thinking that they didn't care about her because of Neal. All it took was something as simple as soup to remind her that her parents weren't going anywhere.

Keep the requests coming! Anything Charming family (Snow, David, Emma and/or Henry) related and I'll give it a bash!