Blankie
A guest asked for a oneshot of little Emma not letting Snowing wash her blankie. Based loosely on my own parents experience of me and my favourite toy Simba :).
"Come on Emma, you'll get it back very soon." Charming tried to coax her, reaching for the blanket.
"No." Emma whinged, clutching it tighter to her chest. "Want blankie. Don't want it to drown."
"Baby blankie isn't going to drown." Snow promised Emma, crouching down so they were eye level. "It just needs a quick wash to get rid of some of the stains on it and I'll give it back, good as new." Emma shook her head, taking a few small steps back, eyes wide with fear. Snow and Charming didn't want to upset her, so would have to go with plan B.
"Alright baby, we won't take blankie. But it's nap time now so why don't you and blankie come with mommy and daddy and we'll tell you a story?" Emma nodded, tucking her blanket into the crook of her arm and sticking her thumb in her mouth. The other hand reached up and took her daddy's hand as he led her up to bed.
Snow and Charming lay either side of Emma as they told her one of her favourite stories: how mommy and daddy met. They were only three quarters of the way into the story when Emma had drifted off and both parents sprang into action. Snow gently peeled the blanket out of Emma's fist and she and Charming snuck of with it. They quickly took it to the kitchen sink and watched it as quickly as they could. They only had half an hour to get it washed, dried and back to Emma before she woke up.
As soon as it was washed, Charming whisked it away to the fireplace to waft it on top (careful to avoid any cinders jumping up and making it singe). They only just had time to rush it up and tuck it back up with Emma before her little eyelids fluttered open.
"Hey there baby girl. Nice nap?" Snow asked, kissing her cheek. Emma nodded, reaching her hands up to her dad who picked her up and cuddled her. The blanket, of course, clutched tightly in her hand.