Too far
A guest asked for a oneshot of a little Emma with an adult mind having to wear night nappies and putting up a massive fuss. I've paired this with the guest who asked for- during the same situation- Snow making Emma wear a girly dress. I know I normally make Emma three for this sort of oneshot but I'm going with two this time. Also, remember this will be my last oneshot where there'll be a little Emma with an adult mind!
The morning
"No." Emma said, folding her arms tightly across her chest. "I might be pint sized but I don't have to dress like Baby Annabelle."
"Emma until your dad or I has a chance to go shopping for some clothes for you until you're back to your normal size you're going to have to make do with Alex's hand-me-downs." Snow sighed, she'd expected Emma to be like this. "Besides, it's not that bad…"
"Not that bad?!" Emma shrieked. Snow was still having trouble not smiling every time Emma tried to be mad with that adorable little voice. "It's pink. And it has flowers on it!" Emma whined. "Isn't there anything else?"
"Well there's the purple dress you said no to for having "mommy's little princess" written on it. Then you refused to wear the silver velvet top because of what you deem the weird brown stain no matter how many times I tell you its chocolate…"
"Alright, I'll wear the stupid dress." Emma caved. But she was going to be in a very bad mood for the foreseeable future.
The evening
"No way. Hell no!" Emma put her foot down. The dress was one thing, this just wasn't happening.
"Emma both your father and I have asked you several times not to cuss when you're this little." Snow said calmly. "It just looks wrong. Anyway, Emma I'm sorry honey but needs must. It's no big deal. Your body is the size of a two year old- it's perfectly natural for toddlers to need to wear a diaper at night…"
"But I'm not a toddler though, am I?" Emma cried, tears beginning to pour down her cheeks. "I'm thirty!"
"Sweetheart I know you are but right now your body can't remember that." Snow said gently. "I can't have you lying soaked all night, you'll get sick. Nobody has to know, your father and I won't tell anyone. We have Neal, it's not like it looked unusual to see us buying diapers."
"Can I at least put it on myself?" Emma asked, conceding that her mom did have a point. It was incredibly uncomfortable lying in a wet bed all night. Snow shook her head sadly.
"Honey you know the tabs will be too tricky for you with your little hands. Come on, let me help." Emma stayed sitting on the bed, her bottom lip quivering. "Honey, it'll take two seconds." Snow prompted her. "Nice and quick." Seeing that it would be less painful, Emma bit her lip, closed her eyes, and lay back down. Snow didn't say a word as she quickly got Emma into the diaper. As soon as her pyjama bottoms were pulled back up Emma burst into tears and Snow quickly pulled her over onto her lap.
"This is so humiliating!" Emma wailed.
"Oh honey, you don't need to be embarrassed. It's perfectly natural, remember?" Emma didn't respond, she just sniffled against her mom's shoulder. On instinct Snow started to rock back and forward with Emma in her arms. Emma couldn't help but feel lulled to sleep by the soft motions. Snow could hear that her breathing had evened out. She bent down and tenderly kissed her toddler's forehead before tucking her up in bed. "Nothing your father or I have to do for you is too much, Emma Swan. Remember that. Goodnight, my little princess." Snow whispered, gently touching Emma's cheek before quietly leaving the room.