A mother's job
I've had a few requests for Snow taking care of a sick Emma
All of today's chapters are dedicated to Crowned Tiger, I'm sure they'll know why :P Not that I expect Crowned Tiger to be reading them for a while ^^ Hope you have a wonderful time!
Emma was sure the room was spinning as she made her way down the stairs. Did that happen when there was magic in a place? It would randomly do things like spin?
Snow could hear her daughter coming down the stairs and entering the kitchen as she made breakfast. She smiled, turning to face her.
"Good… uh oh." She was stopped from finishing her sentence by catching sight of Emma. Her skin was almost as green as Rumple's had been back home!
"What?" Emma asked, seemingly not hearing how horrible her voice sounded. "Is there something on my face? Or are you just feeling this whole spinning thing too?"
"Sweetheart, the room's only spinning for you, because you're sick." Emma shook her head immediately, plopping down on a stool at the counter.
"No I'm not." She said defiantly. "I don't get sick." Snow gave a small smile, Emma was stubborn over everything it seemed.
"I'm afraid you do, honey. There's no way you're going into work today. You go back to bed. I'll bring up some water, a cool cloth for your forehead and some pain meds…"
"I'm not sick!" Emma snapped. Snow was taken aback, Emma wasn't normally so snappy. Even if she was stubborn. Snow raised an eyebrow at her, making Emma sigh.
"Whenever I got sick as a kid," Emma muttered. "I was either given into trouble for making a mess or sent back for being too much hassle. I don't get sick anymore, ok?" Snow could have sworn she felt her heart break a little. She sat down beside Emma.
"Well that won't happen again." She said gently, stroking Emma's cheek. "Honey, I assure you, you are definitely sick. If I'm being honest, I don't even want you going back up those stairs. So instead, go lie down on the couch. I'll bring everything to you there plus a blanket and pillow… and maybe a bucket, just to be safe." Emma wouldn't meet Snow's gaze, and wasn't moving from the stool. Snow sighed, moving Emma's chin so they were making eye contact.
"Emma, this isn't like that. Not anymore, ever. It's my job to look after you. Especially when you're sick. So please, let me do my job?" Emma reluctantly got off the stool and shakily walked over to the couch, curling up on it.
"There," Snow said softly, still in the kitchen. "I'll be right over with everything. I'm just going to call your father at the station and let him know you won't be joining him today." Emma gave a feeble nod as Snow began to dial the number.
"Hi David?"
"Hey Snow. Everything ok? The baby alright?"
"Yeah don't worry, the baby's fine. Well, Neal anyway. It's Emma. I think she's got a stomach bug. I'm not letting her come into the station today. She'll be lucky if she's able to move off the couch let alone go into work from what I've seen so far."
"Ah, poor Emma. She's in safe hands with you though. Sure you don't need me back there or to pick up anything?"
"No, we're all good here…" Snow suddenly heard Emma retching. She whipped around and saw that Emma was now vomiting all over the floor. "I've got to go." She told him, hanging up. Snow rushed over to Emma with a bucket to catch the rest of the sick. She gently rubbed circles on her back. "It's ok." She said soothingly. As soon as Emma finished she jerked away from Snow.
"I- I'm sorry!" She panicked. She went to stand up. "I'll clean it up…"
"Emma, you'll do no such thing." Snow said, stopping her. Emma looked at her with frightened eyes.
"Please don't make me leave." She whimpered, her ill state obviously getting the better of her. Snow felt like she could have cried.
"Oh honey," She said softly. "You never have to leave. Especially not for being sick! What I meant was I'll clean it up. I'll get you some clean pjs and you can get yourself cleaned up in the bathroom whilst I deal with this, ok?" Emma nodded weakly as Snow helped her up and into the bathroom before going and getting her the spare change. She couldn't believe the way people had treated her baby in the past when she was sick. Snow made a promise to herself that day. Nobody would treat her Emma like that ever again.