Pauley: Fill for the OUaT Kink Meme. This has always been a particular thing of mine but this is the first fic I've written on the subject. It was written at 4AM or so, so my apologies. All mistakes are mine.

Emma was having a toddler day. Snow had known it from the moment she'd woken up to find Emma in bed with her, her thumb in her mouth and the sheets damp. She sighed, it was hard, with Charming gone, but it was worth it, having her baby girl back.

The day had been reasonably calm for a toddler day, Emma had been easily placated when she woke up and realised she was wet and she'd been happy enough to get in the bath, enjoying the bath toys and the bubbles, even though she did manage to soak Snow to the skin in the process.
It was when breakfast rolled around that the problems came. When Emma was having a full baby day, Snow breast fed, but on any other day, she didn't like to. Although the bonding experience was priceless, it wasn't good for her baby girl and she knew it. Emma, however, didn't.

Snow sighed at the fussy girl, securing the bib around her neck as she went about mushing up weetabix for her to eat.
"No!" Came Emma's voice, loud and clear from the highchair. Snow chose to ignore it, knowing better than to even look round. Emma's teary eyes would get her every time.
"No! Mommy Please!" Emma called as Snow brought the bowl over and scooped up a spoonful.

"Now Emma come on. Eat your weetabix and then we can play." She said calmly, moving the spoonful towards Emma slowly.

"No!" Emma insisted, knocking the spoon from Snow's hand roughly and pouting. Oh god, Snow thought, here it comes. Snow stood, knowing better than to be within kicking range when this happened.

"No! No! No! No!" Emma started to scream, waving her arms and kicking her legs, screaming and crying and repeating, again and again
"No! No! No!"

Snow did her best to ignore her screaming toddler, seating herself at the kitchen table and starting to read the paper, sipping a hot chocolate and simply waiting for the girl to wear herself out.

But Emma was smart for a toddler and pretending to settle, just whining unhappily. Snow sighed and stood, picking up the weetabix once more and approaching the highchair. Emma acted the picture of innocence until Snow got close enough. Then she started screaming again, knocking the whole bowl out of Snow's hand and kicking roughly at her mothers legs.

"No! No! Dwink! Dwink Dwink Dwink!" She insisted, still kicking and screaming. Snow couldn't help the quiet, frustrated groan as she bent to clean her kitchen floor, ignoring the screaming toddler once more.
"Mommy... Mommy! Mommy...!" Emma started to wail unhappily, frustrated and sad that she was being ignored. Snow straightened.

"Are you gonna kick me again?" Snow asked, eyeing her girl warily. Emma's bottom lip was wobbling dangerously.

"Mommy..." She hiccuped, real tears filling her eyes. Snow sighed, it couldn't hurt to do it just this once... right? With a final, heavy sigh, Snow approached Emma, lifting her gently from the highchair and carrying her through into the living room, humming a quiet tune to try and stop the tears.

"Now now Emma, no more tears from you baby." She soothed quietly, wiping at her face with a tissue. Sighing again as she shifted her baby around in her arms, pulling her Pyjama shirt down to reveal her swollen breasts. She was ever thankful to the Blue Fairy for providing her with the magic needed to induce lactation whenever it was needed, it made life much simpler for the mother. Emma's face lit up like the fourth of July once Snow's breast came into view and she latched on quickly, suckling quietly and contentedly. Snow sighed once more, unable to stop the smile. She would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy breast feeding just a little.

Once Emma was finished and burped and dressed for the day, Snow made sure she had a Diaper on, considering Emma didn't have the best of control on days like this.
Almost as if she wanted to make up for her earlier behaviour, Emma was a model child. She didn't fuss or cry, except when she slipped while playing, and she ate her lunch and dinner without complaint and settled into bed easily, drifting off into sleep once Snow had sang a lullabye.

Some days Snow wished Emma was normal, that she just stayed her own age, but most days, honestly, pretty much all of the time, she couldn't imagine her life any other way, no matter how tiring it could be.