My girl
A guest asked for a oneshot of Charming looking after a sick Emma.
Charming held Emma's long blond waves back as she vomited heavily into the toilet.
"I've got you." He said softly as he used his free hand to gently pat her back. "Let it all out." Emma dry heaved a couple of times before taking her head out of the bowl.
"I hate this." She grumbled.
"I know angel." Her dad replied sympathetically before helping her up and supporting her weight back to the couch. He then doubled back to Emma's room and grabbed her baby blanket to give to her. "I know it makes you feel better." He told her, answering her quizzical look. Emma gave a touched smile in return. "Now, you've got your orange juice and you're not due any more tablets until two pm. You've got the remotes there and currently Mrs Doubtfire is in the DVD player because I know that's one of your sick movies you use to cheer yourself up.
"How did you know that?" Emma asked, mightily impressed. Charming chuckled.
"If I'm being perfectly honest when you watch either that or My girl between the seventh and eleventh of every month I had a bit of a lightbulb moment." He said with a grin. Emma went a little pink and looked away.
"Oh." She responded. Charming bent down and placed some loose hair behind her ear.
"I prefer it when you watch My girl. Makes me smile because you're my girl, but I couldn't find the box." Emma couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of sheer love and pride from her dad.
"It's in a shoebox filled with a few…essentials for survival under my bed. There's a copy of this movie in there too, but mom must have had her own copy."
"Well, enjoy it anyway, I'm going to pick up the yogurt that you asked for now that you're feeling a little better. Peach or mango right?" Emma nodded.
"Anything but banana or vanilla…thanks dad. I appreciate you helping me out."
"Anything for my girl." He replied with a cheesy grin. "I have my phone, yours is right beside the remotes. Call me straight away if you need anything at all alright?" He said before kissing her forehead. Emma nodded.
"Alright, but I'll be fine." Emma promised, snuggling down for a nap. Charming could see her beginning to drift off.
"Sleep well, my little girl." He whispered as he tiptoed out of the room.