Ballet
A guest asked for a oneshot of Emma telling her parents she did ballet classes as a child and that's how she knows the basic positions.
It had all come out when Snow had thought Emma was out and had come into her room to put laundry away. She came in without knocking and found Emma with her leg up on the window sill, stretching very gracefully. Emma had explained that one of the better foster homes had let her go to ballet lessons. Every so often she tested herself out to see if she could still do some of it. But there was something even greater ahead for Snow and Charming. She had requested that her parents go sit on the couch one night. Slightly puzzled, they agreed. Then Emma came in, carrying her memory box.
"I was going through this not too long ago, and I came across something you might like." Emma told them, setting it down and beginning to rummage through. Both parents watched eagerly, they still hadn't had a chance to go through it properly (and for them properly meant with a fine tooth comb). Emma finally found what she was looking for- an old video tape. "One of the advantages of still living in a house kitted out for the eighties," Emma said, inserting the tape "is that I can show you things like this." She sat down between her parents and switched the TV on. Snow and Charming gasped, it was an old home video. It was a little stage- either in a school or a church somewhere. But they weren't too focused on the setting or on the whispers of the audience. What they were focused on was the little girl on the far right corner of the front row on the stage. Their little girl. "An old ballet show." Emma told them. "I thought you both might want to see." Both parents nodded, emotion rendering them unable to speak. Emma must have been around five or six years old, and she was absolutely adorable. Her blond waves tied up nearly in a bun with a pink ribbon that matched the cute pink tutu. They watched the whole show in awe. When it was done they clapped enthusiastically as though they were actually there. Emma blushed slightly, a little embarrassed. Charming wrapped an arm around her, pulling her in and kissing her head.
"That was wonderful, sweetheart." He said proudly. Snow reached over and took Emma's hand. She waited until her daughter gave her eye contact.
"Thank you." She said simply. Her watery smile saying more than words ever could. Emma smiled back, glad she had decided to show them. She liked the moments like these. The moments when she could pretend they had been there the whole time. With the pride they showed just now, anyone might have thought they had been.