Swollen feet
A guest asked for a oneshot of Emma being pregnant and needing help from Snow but being too stubborn to admit it.
Snow watched, slightly amused, as her daughter again tried to reach down and pick up the spoon she had dropped.
"Need a hand?" Snow asked…again. Emma shook her head, a look of sheer determination on her face.
"I got it." She grunted, once again stooping down, trying to act like her swollen belly wasn't a major inconvenience.
"I'm not sure you do." Snow said, being daring and coming closer. Giving up Emma sighed and nodded, giving her mother permission to pick the spoon up for her. Snow smiled, relieved. She was worried Emma was going to be at it all day, assuming she didn't topple over trying. Snow picked the spoon up and dumped it in the sink before coming back over and taking Emma's hand, leading her to the couch. Emma gave her a puzzled look as Snow took Emma's feet and gently placed them in her own lap after sitting down herself.
"I remember the feeling of swollen feet." Snow said, she'd recognised the swelling around Emma's ankles a couple of days ago and knew she must feel uncomfortable but didn't want to say anything in case Emma snapped at her. She saw the spoon as a lead in to dealing with this while she was at it. "I wasn't so bad with Neal. But somebody," Snow gently poked the sole of Emma's foot "had me off my feet for days at a time." Emma went a little pink. Truth be told she'd rather be off her feet right now, but far too much was still to be done.
"Sorry." She mumbled. "In my defence I wasn't in much control." Snow chuckled lightly.
"You don't need to say sorry. But I do remember the only thing that soothed me in any way at all was your father giving me a nice foot rub." With that, Snow began to gently massage Emma's foot. Emma tried to pull back, embarrassed, but Snow wouldn't let her.
"You really don't have to." Emma said quietly.
"I know I don't have to, but I want to. I know you must feel uncomfortable, Em. If I can help out at all of course I want to. Besides," Snow stopped rubbing Emma's foot for a moment and gently laid a hand on Emma's stomach "that's my grandbaby in there. The more comfortable you are, the more at ease they'll be. I look after my baby, and it helps you look after yours. See how it works?" Emma smiled.
"Well if it gets me a free foot rub I'm not going to complain. Thanks mom." Snow smiled warmly, going back to the task of rubbing Emma's feet.
"Any time, honey."