Some Days

"Emma Amelia Swan get back here and let me put your pants on!" Snow called as a half naked four year old Emma ran through the house.

"No!" Emma cried with a giggle, dodging round the couch to hide from her Mother. Snow crossed her arms, listening to Emma giggle quietly from her hiding place.

"Emma, I'm going to count to three and if you don't come out, you're going to be in serious trouble." Snow listened for a reply and when she got none, she started counting.

"One." Still nothing

"Two..." There was a quiet noise.

"Two and a half." Emma slowly moved so she was stood in front of her mother, pouting and looking sulky. Snow smiled and scooped her up.

"C'mon Madam, pants on then we can go to the park." Snow tried to placate her highly unhappy girl. Emma continued to sulk, but Snow had noticed that around this age Emma hated wearing clothes and often just stripped off if she wasn't watched.

Finally managing to get Emma in her pants, Snow made good on her promise and walked Emma to the park and putting her in the swing to push her. Emma giggled happily and clapped, babbling away to herself about flying. Snow listened in with a smile.

"Out! Out!" Emma demanded after a while and Snow obliged, lifting the blonde out of the swing and placing her on the floor. Emma tapped Snow's leg with a giggle.

"Got you! Can't catch me!" She squealed before running away. Snow moved just a little to slow to grab hold of her Daughter, allowing Emma to run and giggle. That was until she went sprawling hard on the dirt. There was a moments pause before a loud wailing cry of

"Mommy!" Snow was instantly by her side, checking her over for injuries. Emma had scraped her knee and the graze was bleeding a little. Snow bent and kissed the small wound, rolling Emma's trousers up and lifting her up carefully, humming to her and bouncing her.

"Hey baby, I need you to stop crying for Mommy so I can take you home." Emma continued to wail as Snow carried her towards home. She cried even harder when Snow carefully cleaned the wound before placing a sticky plaster on it and kissing it again. Emma only stopped crying when the two of them settled on the couch together to watch Scooby Doo.

Emma was Thirteen the next day and she was mortified when she realised what had happened the day before and she avoided her Mom all day, hiding out in her room and sulking, picking at the scab. Snow just smiled, reading silently in the living room, happy knowing that her Baby girl would always need her.