Diaper race
A guest asked for a oneshot of Charming trying to get a little Emma into a diaper.
"Come back here you little scoundrel!" Charming laughed as he chased his eighteen month old daughter around her nursery. Emma was not a lover of clothes of any sort- unfortunately with her not being potty trained it was essential to at least get the diaper on if nothing else. Emma just giggled, continuing to race around the room avoiding her dad. For someone so little she ran so fast! It wasn't like he could even call for backup with Snow currently trying to get four month old Neal to nap. Eventually, Charming managed to get a hold of the tearaway tot and wrestle her into the diaper. "There, one-nil to daddy!" Charming said triumphantly before blowing raspberries on Emma's belly. He delighted in the way it made his little girl giggle. But then she stopped laughing. For a moment Charming was worried she was about to start crying because she couldn't be "naky" as she so called it. But then Charming recognised that face. That scrunched up, concentrated face. "Oh no…" Charming said. "I just got you into this one! Emma Ruth don't you poop…" But it was too late, the smell confirmed Emma had indeed filled her diaper. She looked up at her daddy with that angelic grin.
"Uh oh." She told him. Charming rolled his eyes and grabbed a clean diaper and a cloth to clean her with.
"Yeah baby, you can say that again." He told her, tickling her chin. So the race would begin again!