Fixing what she can
Soprano pixie wanted a oneshot of something to do with Emma's baby blanket. I know you gave me 2 suggestions but for your second one Henry would be an adult by that point too :).
It had been when she was clearing up she'd found it. Emma had been really busy at the station recently, and Snow just wanted to make her life a little easier and tidy her room for her (…truth be told, she also hated the mess). She'd done a spot of ironing and was about to set the clothes in a neat pile inside Emma's wardrobe when she saw it- Emma's baby blanket. She smiled at it, setting the clothes down and picking it up. Snow frowned slightly. Of course, as Mary Margaret she'd seen the blanket, and it seemed awfully familiar even in its raggedy state. But as Snow, the last time she'd seen it, it was brand new. Wrapped snugly around her brand new baby. It just reminded Snow once again how much of a raw deal Emma had received. This blanket should only be beginning to fray ever so slightly. Emma should still be a little girl with her new baby brother, not a thirty year old woman. Snow sighed sadly, tightly clutching the blanket. She couldn't reverse the clock, but she could certainly fix the appearance of the blanket she'd so lovingly made for her daughter. Emma and David wouldn't be back for a good few hours, Neal was settled for his nap and even when he woke would be content on his activity mat with Snow in the room. She would have this done for Emma coming home.
"Back!" Emma called, coming into the house. "Sorry we're a little late, stupid paperwork. David will be in in a second, he's just talking to Grumpy." Emma babbled, coming into the living room. She saw her mom smiling up at her from the couch. "What?" Emma asked. "Has Neal done something new today? Did we miss it?..."
"No, Emma, calm down. Neal's not done anything new today." Snow told her, before patting the space on the couch beside her for Emma to come and sit down. Emma did as her mother asked, curious as to why she was in such a weird move. When she came and sat beside her, she saw her blanket in her mother's hands…but it looked different. She scrunched up her face, trying to work it out.
Snow mistook this for Emma being angry that she had changed her blanket.
"I'm sorry." Snow said, clearly upset. "I didn't mean to upset you, I was just trying to do something nice. I- I put it in the wash and then I fixed the ribbon before fixing a few frayed bits…I can try and undo it if you want…" Snow was stopped from picking at the ribbon by Emma's hand on top of hers.
"Please don't." Emma said quietly. Snow was really worried now, was Emma too mad to forgive her? "I love it." Snow felt relief flood through her.
"You do?" She asked, looking up at Emma. Emma nodded, giving her a watery smile.
"Yeah, nobody's ever offered to take care of it before, so I've always had to be pretty careful with it. I didn't really want to wash it unless I had to in case something happened. Thanks, this means a lot." Emma said, reaching over and hugging her mom.
"Any time." Snow told her from over her shoulder.