Who knows her best?
FictionLover12 asked for a oneshot of in a bet and/or competition with one of her parents.
"I'm telling you." David said smugly. "Your mother won't be able to help herself. She'll call before twelve." He told his daughter. Emma had been to see Whale that morning, just for a nagging cough, nothing serious. She'd been given some antibiotics and sent on her way.
"No, she'll not want to make me cranky. She'll either text you to get a secret answer or not call before two." Emma rebutted. David grinned. He was one hundred percent positive Snow wouldn't be able to hold back her concern for Emma for more than a couple of hours. And she would want to hear it from Emma herself.
"Ok sweetheart," David said, settling back in his chair. "I'll make you a deal. If your mother doesn't call before twelve then I'll do all of your paperwork for a month. But if she does, then you baby sit one Friday or Saturday night a week for a month." He bargained. Emma grinned back.
"You've got yourself a deal." She agreed.
Both kept a very close eye on the clock. And at half eleven it rang. David grinned, picking it up and answering before Emma could beat him to it and pretend it was some sales call.
"Hello…oh Snow! How lovely to hear from you… Oh you want to speak to Emma do you? Hold on and I'll put her on…" Grinning, he held out the phone to a slightly sour looking Emma. "Better check your diary, sweetheart."