Fic: Homecoming (1/1)

dani-ellie03:

Summary:
Emma nodded before taking a deep breath and setting her shoulders.
She was clearly shoring up her courage for the question she was about to
ask. “Do you really think we can be happy here? In this house, I mean.”
(or, Emma and Killian make a home together)

Author’s Note: This is what is known as a majorly
insistent plotbunny. I actually had a different version of it all
written out but didn’t at all like the execution of it. I still liked
the idea, so I reworked it into what you see below, which I like a lot
better. Mama Snow and Captain Swan goodness here, ladies and gents!
Feedback is a writer’s ice cream sundae! Hope you like. 🙂

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Snow
White had known her daughter for what was in her opinion far too few
years. She could count the number of times over those far too few years
that she had seen her Emma simply pick at her meal on one hand.

Today, unfortunately, was one of those times.

This
impromptu mother-daughter lunch date at Granny’s had been a joint
effort between her and Charming. Their little girl needed to learn to
build some relaxation time into her days. Who better to teach her than
her parents?

As expected, Emma had tried to insist that she
couldn’t go. She had too much paperwork to catch up on and her patrol
was in twenty minutes! When Charming offered to take both her paperwork
and her patrol, she didn’t have an argumentative leg to stand on. So now
here she and Snow sat in a booth across from each other at Granny’s.
Snow at least was eating her lunch. Emma was simply spinning a French
fry in the puddle of ketchup on her plate, her mind seemingly miles
elsewhere.

“Is everything all right, Emma?” Snow asked, trying her
best to sound nonchalant. Though Emma was indeed getting better with
sharing what was bothering her, her first instinct when asked was still
to insist everything was fine, even when it clearly wasn’t.

An
achingly familiar conflict crossed Emma’s features. The young part of
Emma who hadn’t had parents to rely on clearly wanted to speak her mind
but the independent part of Emma wanted just as badly to handle it
herself like she always had. It was an internal conflict Snow hadn’t
seen in a while, a slight shoring up of the walls Snow had been sure
were trampled to the ground.

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