Night time accident
A guest asked for a oneshot of a de-aged Emma wetting the bed.
Emma could have cried. This was completely mortifying. She was thirty years old- people her age did not wet the bed! Sure, she was currently in the body of a toddler but surely that shouldn't make a difference…should it? She should still be in control of her own bladder! There was only one thing for it- she would have to sneak her sheets and pyjama bottoms to the washing machine and pray that the noise didn't wake either her parents or her brother. Once she was in clean pyjamas (were there no pyjamas for people of this size that weren't ridiculously childish?) she scrambled across the bed pulling the soaking sheet off. Carrying it downstairs wasn't as easy as Emma had thought it would be. Her arms were tiny and she was a lot closer to the ground. She couldn't see where she was putting her feet. She kept bumping into things and cursing under her breath. She knew the game was up when she heard the light being switched on and felt (though the sheet still blocked most of it out) the hallway getting much brighter.
"Emma?" She heard her mother mumble sleepily. "What's going on?"
"Nothing." Emma said quickly, feeling heat rush to her face. "I'm fine, just go back to your room…" No such luck, Emma could hear her mom coming closer.
"Oh honey, did you have a little accident?"
"I said I'm fine!" Emma snapped. Snow gently but firmly took the wet sheets and clothes from Emma.
"Emma, your little body isn't the same as your adult one. It's perfectly natural for you to wet the bed right now." Snow said sympathetically.
"You're not mad?" Emma said looking down. "It didn't matter what age I was when I was really a child- they were always mad…" Snow tilted Emma's chin so they were making eye contact.
"Emma, I will never be mad at you for having a little accident. Neither will your dad. If it happens again just come and tell us, ok?" Emma didn't answer, she was still too embarrassed. "Wait there honey, you can't go back to sleep in your bed tonight and you can't go to the couch. If you toss and turn too much you'll fall off and it's too high for you just now." Emma was about to ask where she was sleeping when Snow left to go downstairs and place Emma's sheets in the washing machine for the morning. Emma thought she knew and curled up on the most comfortable patch of floor she could find. That's what always happened when she was little. When Snow came back up she picked Emma up.
"What on Earth are you doing down there?" Snow asked, bemused.
"Going back to sleep." Emma answered her. "If you wet the bed when I was really little, you slept on the floor." Snow's heart broke for her daughter- nobody should ever treat Emma or any child like that.
"No baby, you can come and stay with dad and me."
"I'm not so sure-"
"No buts." Snow said, already carrying her through. When they got there Emma placed her in the middle of the bed which woke Charming.
"'s going on?" He mumbled, still half asleep.
"We have a special guest tonight Charming." Snow explained. Emma was grateful she left the reason out of it. Charming peaked an eye open at Emma and reached out to stroke her cheek.
"Ok." He said, closing his eyes again. "Sleep well baby." He said. Emma was astounded he wasn't angry that she wasn't in her own bed. This must be like what growing up with them would have been like. Snow settled herself down before kissing Emma's cheek.
"Sleep well angel." She whispered. "Don't worry, nobody's mad." She assured her. Emma nodded, her eyes feeling heavy, Emma gave in to sleep.