A most precious treasure
AmTheDreamer asked for a oneshot of Emma standing at the mirror brushing her hair and Snow popping up behind her and telling her what a beautiful girl she is and just going all general mama Snow.
Emma yawned as she dragged the brush through her tangled waves. It was another early morning start at the station for her. She caught her mom in her reflection. She was standing at the doorway, just smiling.
"Sorry, do you need in?" She asked. Snow shook her head.
"No. I'm ok. I just can't believe you're my daughter. You're so beautiful." Snow told her. Emma blushed under the praise.
"Bit early in the morning to be getting soppy isn't it?" Emma said, trying to deflect her. Snow rolled her eyes, coming fully into the room.
"It's never too early for me to tell my daughter how beautiful she is. I wondered what you would look like, you know." Snow told her. "When I was pregnant with you I wondered who you would look like more- your father or I. Or perhaps one of your grandparents. Of course you came out the perfect blend of all of us…I just wish I had got to spend your childhood with you." Snow sighed. "You know that, don't you? There's not a day goes by that I don't regret putting you through that wardrobe."
"Don't beat yourself up." Emma said sympathetically, turning round and squeezing her hand. "You had to. Regina was going to kill me. There would have been nothing you could have done to stop her. You did what was best for me. If I can see that so can you and dad." Emma knew her father still harboured as much guilt over putting her through the wardrobe as her mother did.
"But still, so much time lost. So many memories and milestones missed. Everything daughters get to do with their mothers…I never got to give that time to you…" Emma could see her mom staring almost longingly at her hair. She turned back to face the mirror and held the brush over her shoulder.
"Go on then. I know you want to." Snow couldn't deny that was true. But she was hesitant, she didn't want Emma to feel forced into anything.
"Emma. I won't if you don't want me to…"
"I do." Emma assured her. Snow smiled gratefully as she took the brush from Emma and gently ran it through her beautiful golden locks. If she closed her eyes she could almost turn back the clock. Pretend that Emma was just a child. But then again, Snow didn't really need to close her eyes for that. No matter how old Emma was, she would always be Snow's baby girl.