Parent's day
BlueRose921 wanted a oneshot of Mother's or Father's day.
Thump. Snow looked down at her lap to see what had just been gently thrown onto her lap. She saw a little pink gift back. She looked up to see Emma sliding a blue gift bag over to her dad.
"What's going on?" Snow asked her.
"It's Father's day." Emma explained. Snow gave a small sweetie.
"Uh, sweetie. You know you're only meant to give something to your dad on Father's day, right? Mothers have their own day." Emma rolled her eyes playfully.
"Yes, thank you for the explanation. But I've decided that because I missed out on getting you each gifts on Mother's day and Father's day over the years you'll each get one on both days till it's made up." David and Snow shared equally baffled looks.
"You feel bad about not giving us stuff on Mother's and Father's day?" David asked her. It hadn't escaped Snow and David that they'd missed out on years' worth of Christmases, birthdays, Easters etc., etc… Emma and Henry would both be pleasantly surprised come their next birthdays. They were still King and Queen after all, they had access to large amounts of funds. "Sweetheart, you didn't have to get us anything…" David said, giving Emma a smile. Emma shrugged.
"I wanted to. I may have missed out on drawing cute pictures, trying to be helpful by making breakfast and just making a mess… but I can get you stuff now. Go on them, open them!" Emma pushed. Snow and David each opened their respective bags. Each had a lovely card signed by Emma and with a handprint from Neal as well as a gift. Snow had a Beatles record (she seemed to have quite a fascination with them Emma had noticed), and David had a new gun upholster.
"Oh Emma! You didn't have to!" Snow said, looking happily at her new record. She got up and hugged Emma. "That was very kind of you, honey. Thank you so much." David reached over and kissed Emma's cheek.
"Yes, thank you, sweetheart." He added. Emma went a light shade of pink.
"It was nothing, really." She said, wriggling out from between them. She walked over to the window, her arms crossed across her chest. "It was nice to be able to do. I wish I'd got to do it on a more stable annual basis… but hey." Emma said, shrugging. Snow moved over and squeezed her shoulder.
"We wish you could have too, honey." Snow said quietly. Emma gave an awkward laugh.
"I would have given you quite some time, I imagine." She chuckled. Snow and David exchanged a smile. David rubbed gentle circles on Emma's back.
"With a bandit for a mother, no!" He said sarcastically. Snow shot him one of her looks, to which he gave his charming grin. Earning an eyeroll.
"Not all she is." Emma said quietly. "Being a teen with the fairest of them all as your mom? Oh what fun!" Emma said, only half kidding. She pulled a face, remembering some haircuts, outfits and particularly bad spot outbreaks from her teen years.
"Hey," Snow said, gently grabbing her chin. "Whatever age you were, you would have been beautiful. You would have far beaten me for the "fairest of them all" crown." Snow said. She smiled, as images of what could have been flashed through her head. Emma's first proper ball gown, the different things Snow could have done with her beautiful blonde curls… She took a deep breath to hold it together. She wouldn't cry in front of Emma.
"Hey, I'm just being silly." Emma said. "I'll go get some air… I'm sorry. I hope you like your gifts!" She said, before trying to leave. But Snow gently took her hand.
"It's ok." She assured her. She took Emma over to one of the counter stools and sat her down.
"What are you doing?" Emma asked, confused.
"David, stick on my new record." Snow asked. David smiled.
"Of course, sweetie." He said. He thought he knew what was coming. Snow still didn't know she talked in her sleep. She'd been wanting to do this for weeks. Snow quickly left the room, and came back with a brush and a box of hair stuff. She came in just as "I want to hold your hand" started playing.
"What's going on?" Emma repeated. "Seeing as it parent's day shouldn't I be doing things for you?" Snow smiled, starting to brush through Emma's hair.
"You are doing something for me." Snow told her. "You're letting me be a mom." Emma smiled back as David watched the scene, touched. He knew this meant a lot to both of them. He'd make sure he got to do something with Emma before the week was out. But first he had a pirate to scare by showing off how wonderfully his gun fit in his new upholster. Ready just in case he saw any tears in Emma's eyes.