Something to tell you
A guest asked for a oneshot of the dwarves thinking Snow has a serious illness because of her pregnancy symptoms.
"Snow, you're going to have to tell them eventually." Charming said gently, taking her hands. "They think you've got Typhoid fever. What if Doc tries to slip something in your drink since you're shrugging them off? What if it hurts the baby, our baby?" Charming took his hands out of Snow's and pressed them against her abdomen. Snow gave him a look.
"That is guilt tripping." She grumbled. "I know that we're married, but they'll still be at you and I don't want you getting hassle from them. Especially Grumpy, he lives up to his name." Charming smiled at her.
"I can cope with your adoptive brothers. They're not going to hurt the father of your baby. We can tell them together?" He offered. "They're downstairs just now."
"Why?" Snow asked, alarmed. Charming gave his wife his signature charming grin.
"Because I called for them with the message that we had something important to tell them." He admitted.
"Charming!" Snow squawked. "That's playing dirty."
"Sweetheart, that's how we got to this point." Charming joked, only gaining an eye roll from Snow. He took a hand and pulled her gently out the door. "Come on, it won't be that bad. It's going to become slightly obvious when you start showing anyway."
Snow had been totally wrong about the dwarves' reaction. They were thrilled for their friends, congratulating them both. Charming remained completely un-threatened the whole time.