Quality time- part 2
lia asked for a oneshot of a sequel to "Quality time" where Emma wakes up and is all embarrassed and they have a mushy conversation.
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Important notice! : As you all know today is the bittersweet day that is finale day for season 4. This will be my only chapter today and I don't know when I'll get to post again next week. So, I suggest you hold off reviewing until after watching the finale in case it creates a prompt for you to give me. Although please put a spoiler warning in your prompt as I won't be able to watch until Monday evening at the earliest. Either that or review this chapter beforehand and send me a pm or tweet (JMAMK_FanFics) with your finale prompt request (still with a spoiler warning!) after watching. Thanks guys :).
You know that wonderful stage of sleep between sleeping and awake? That's where Emma was at the beginning of this chapter. She felt so warm and safe…was she lying on the couch? This couldn't be her bed, it was too low down and not springy enough. Emma then realised that she lying with her head resting against someone's chest and had her arm around whoever it was' waist clutching tightly to their shirt. Emma grew apprehensive as she realised that it wasn't Hook she was leaning against because a) she neither smelt nor felt leather against her skin and b) her head was leaning against someone who definitely had breasts. That perfume scent was familiar…and now Emma remembered. She had fallen asleep against her mother, and must have clutched on in her sleep.
"Oh-my-gosh." Emma mumbled, pulling herself away from her mom, face beginning to heat up in embarrassment. Snow just chuckled lightly.
"Emma, don't be embarrassed. You've had a rough time lately, and you're too defensive whilst conscious to seek comfort so your subconscious did it for you. You might be an adult Emma, but even adults want their moms sometimes. I know I do." Snow said, brushing Emma's hair out of her face.
"Yeah, there's a difference between wanting some comfort from your mother and practically climbing into her lap." Emma grumbled, moving herself slightly further away. Snow just smiled at her.
"You're overreacting. You just held onto my shirt. And so what? You said earlier that you had missed me, you were just making sure that I wasn't going anywhere. It didn't bother me, I enjoyed getting a chance to have some quality time with you and your brother. Unfortunately Sir poopy pants lived up to his name. Your dad took him away to change him-"
"Dad saw me like this?" Emma complained.
"Sure did." Charming said, coming back into the room with Neal in his arms. "Was super adorable if I do say so myself. Totally didn't take some pictures on both mine and your mother's phones…" Emma groaned and facepalmed. Curse her subconscious!