A touch of jealousy
Soprano Pixie wanted a oneshot of Emma being Neal's favourite person in the house
Snow and David sat on the floor with Neal lying between them. They were determined to make him smile. He'd given his first last week, and they couldn't get enough of it. But he was having none of it. He was just looking at them, very confused.
"Come on little man!" Snow said, pulling a funny face. "Who's got smiles for mama?"
"What about dada?" David said in a ridiculous voice. But nothing. Then, they heard the front door open and close behind someone.
"Only me." Their daughter called. She came into the living room. "Thought I'd pop over for a couple of hours before I pick Henry up. She saw her little brother on the floor between her parents.
"There's my little bro!" She said, in a voice she reserved just for him. She came over and scooped him off the floor. "How are you today, kid? Having fun?" Neal's face broke into a massive smile as he waved his hands excitedly. "That good huh? Come on we'll go into the kitchen and get your bottle ready so mommy and daddy can have a little break…" Emma said, carrying him off. David looked over to his wife. He let out a little chuckle. Her expression was a mixture of gobsmacked and slightly miffed.
"What?" She snapped at him, just making David laugh more.
"You're jealous that he smiled for Emma and not us, aren't you?" He questioned her. Snow dropped her gaze to the floor and folded her arms across her chest.
"I'm not jealous." She mumbled. "I just don't see why I can't be his favourite after carting him about for nine months…" David let out another chuckle as he scooted right up to her.
"Snow, honey, he's a baby, he doesn't have favourites!" David said, amused.
"Yes he does, and it's Emma." Snow grumbled. David sighed, gently placing a hand against Snow's stomach.
"Ok, I'll play along. Say our son did have a favourite. Wouldn't you want it to be her, your other baby?" He asked. Snow thought about it. Reluctantly, she supposed he was right. If someone was going to be her son's favourite person on this planet, it had to be an incredibly special person. And her daughter certainly matched that criteria. Yeah, Emma would do. But she could get up at four am to feed him from now on!
I will get the others' their stories tomorrow, promise!