mommy and... not me? (Snow & Emma)

Emma smiled at her mother when she waved but wasn’t really in the super excited mood to wave back. She just waited at that same spot in the background for the class to finish.

Once it did Emma could see all the joy and pleasure on every mother that was there in the room, also on her own mother’s face. She was truly enjoying this.
“Oh well, not a problem. I mean, I didn’t got the chance on babysitting my baby bro yet, so I gladly take this one with open arms.” Emma said while she looked at Neal who seemed to be feeling in heaven while getting hold by Mary Margaret. He must be feeling so safe in her arms. Emma could only hope she wouldn’t make her baby bro cry by taking him over into her own arms soon.
“He didn’t really mentioned something about a date, he is going through town to search for a sign of the Snow Queen at the moment. Hook is with him. Okay so...” Emma clapped her hands together and saw the stroller of Neal at the side of the room. “Shall I get his carriage with a lot of stuff included? Or do you have a separate bag packed for him?”

“Because you have asked me to babysit Neal. Yesterday… at the apartment…” it were probably the… what did they call it again? Mommy brains…that made her forget about that already.
“Besides, I’m sure that the two of them can handle it just fine.” A small smile formed on her face before she followed her mother closer towards the stroller that was filled with bags and bottles.
Emma listened to everything that Mary Margaret was explaining while she kept her hands busy by picking up one of the premade bottles that were inside the little bag. “Okay, I think I got it. Wipes, diapers, extra clothes and premade bottles. Check”
Her eyes darted towards her little baby brother who seemed to be feeling pretty much in heaven while being in Mary Margaret’s arms. “I don’t know about you little bro, but I think we are pretty much ready to go.”
Emma reached out her hand that was holding one of the premade bottles towards the stroller once again so she could place the bottle down again and take over Neal from her mother’s arms.
The smile that had formed on her face already had grown when she looked at her brother and reached out both her arms towards her mother so she could take a proper hold of her brother when he was going to be put in her arms.

“No it’s fine, I get it. This is the first time that you can experience things like this. I mean, the only thing you were able to do is putting me in a magical wardrobe.” Emma kept her voice light and far from blaming her mother for doing so. After all the both of her parents had done that to give Emma her best chance.
All the babies that were getting held by their mother’s looked as if they felt in heaven. Not one baby cry appeared in the room.

It were all the things that Emma noticed inside the room that distracted her from the one thing that everyone seemed to notice. The milk that was inside the Neal’s bottle had started to boil.
After everyone’s gaze went towards the bottle, Emma let her eyes wander towards the same direction before she noticed what was causing the interest of everyone. “Ohw, it’s nothing, it’s just…. Magic. I’m still looking for more information about this Snow Queen and I must feel a bit stressed about it still.” Emma shook both her hands a few times to loosen them up. That will probably stop the magic from showing.
“Okay, where’s my baby bro?” she said with another smile on her face. She couldn’t wait to hold him and spend time with her baby brother. Getting to know each other. Even though he wouldn’t be able to say something, she already knew that it was going to be a very lovely part of the day while babysitting him.

Snow White/Mary Margaret

Emma frowned by the sudden behavior of her mother. She knew that Emma had magic, why was she acting like that all of a sudden?
A lot of negative thoughts about herself went through Emma’s head as another part of her tried to hide them and make them disappear.
She dropped her reached out arms back down next to her upper body and felt as if she did something incredibly wrong.

Emma could easily see the fear and worry in her mother’s eyes while she hold on to her baby brother even harder than before. She almost looked as if she came into the protective mother status.
“Oh… well I’m sure that I would be able to handle my little bro here, but….” Emma’s eyes lowered and stared at the ground. She was hurt in some way and there was a glimpse of how she felt sometimes while she lived at one of her foster care families showing up. She felt as if she couldn’t be trusted, that she was just air that was filling the room.
“…. Maybe I should… I won’t be babysitting. I… okay I guess I shall go then.” Her eyes had wandered themselves up once again and looked at her baby brother who was safely sleeping against her mother’s chest. Was she a danger to her own brother?