This was meant to be a oneshot. But I got a request to make a second fix, this time with some Mama!Snow, and people followed this, so I decided to go with you and write a second little something. I know it's not completely Mama!Snow, but that's because I have a soft spot for Daddy!Charming. So I hope you like it, and let me know what you think.

Emma Swan stood in front of her father and hook, both men looking at her with alarm. She shook her head, feeling the fire starting in her legs. She needed to run away. She needed to run until she was alone, far from all the trouble.

Without thinking back for a second, Emma turned around on her heals and started running. She ignored her father's voice calling her name repeatedly, Hook's voice calling after her to stop for a second. She needed to get away, and in that second there was only one thing Emma Swan wanted. Mama.

She was already panting when she reached the stairs. She used all the energy she had left to climb up and knock on the door, listening for her mother's steps. From the inside she could hear her mother place her baby brother in his cot, promising to be back in just a second, before she came to open the door.

Snow opened the door with just a bit of unnecessary force, Emma's name on her lips. She looked Emma up and down, sighing in relief once she saw she was unharmed. Pulling her into a hug, she whispered – "oh, baby, what happened?"

Emma could feel her whole body shaking as she was pulled into a hug. Feeling the tears coming down her face, she let out a yelp. "Mama".

It was a rare occasion, Snow knew, that her daughter referred to her with a moniker different than Mum. Usually, it meant Emma was in a crazy emotional state. "Your dad said you ran away. Do you want to tell me what's wrong?"

Emma just shook her head. If he called then he's furious. I can't have her furious at me as well. She pulled her mother closer, burying her face in the crook of her neck.

"Does he hate me?" she whispered after a second. "Does he Mama?"

She heard her mother sigh. Bracing herself for the answer that was about to come, Emma pulled back, the back of her right hand wiping at her face.

"Oh honey, why would you think that?" her mother asked softly, leading her to the couch and sitting in front of her. "Your father could never hate you Emma. He's worried because he thought you hurt yourself".

"But I almost killed him," Emma said, not buying her mother's arguments. "I almost killed Hook and him, so how can he worry about me?!"

Her mother was holding her hand now. Emma wanted to shout, to cry, to keep running. She could have taken Neal's father. Snow's husband. They would have lost their family, all because of her stupid magic.

"Honey, your father knows it was an accident. Accidents happen, and the most important thing is that you're all safe now. Nobody hates you honey, we could never hate you".

"Mum, I almost killed him!"

"Almost being the key word Emma. You had a magic accident, something that is very familiar to anyone who is practicing magic. And you didn't hurt neither Hook nor your father. So everything is okay".

She started thinking clearly again, finally relaxing after all the hysteria. And her father was probably still standing there by Hook, worried sick because she ran away so fast.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, pulling her mother into a hug again.

Snow's hand found its way to the back of Emma's head, holding tightly. "There's nothing to be sorry for honey. But I do think you should call your father. He's probably worried sick about you".

David stood in the middle of the street. He was aware he was staring at thin air, but he couldn't get his eyes away. He was so worried about his daughter he wanted to shout, but Hook's grip at his hand held him in place. As much as he hated it, the pirate had a point. They knew Emma ran home, so it meant she was safe. And she probably needed some time to herself.

He was pulled back into reality by the ringing of his phone. Pulling it out of his pocket, he let out a relieved sigh as he saw his daughter's name on the screen.

"Emma!" he said sharply.

"Dad," he heard her whisper, her voice breaking into a sob. "I'm sorry".

"Oh Emma, there's nothing to be sorry about. Where are you princess".

"At home," Emma replied quietly.

Relieved to know she is safe, he let himself smile a little. "Is Mum with you?" he asked, knowing that if she was completely okay she would have made a comment on how he was talking to her, like she was a little girl.

"She's here," she confirmed, and even if he knew she was still distressed, he knew she was safe in her mother's arms.

"Good," he breathed out. "It's all that matters – that you're safe".

"I', so so sorry Dad, I should have gotten away sooner".

"It was an accident, Emma. I know that. Hook knows that. Everything's okay. Now hang up the phone and ask Mum to make you and me some hot cocoa. I'll be home in a few minutes. Okay princess?"

"Yes Dad".

David had never in his life felt more like a dad than he did that day. He walked into the flat to find his wife and daughter tangled on the sofa, both hugging a steaming mug with what smelt like the perfect combination of hot cocoa and cinnamon. Emma looked better than she did before, probably thanks to his wife's motherly instincts.

As he stepped into the flat, getting his coat off, Emma's eyes rose. He watched as they grew wider at the sight of him, and in mere seconds she jumped away from her amused mother and ran in his direction.

"Dad," she breathed out, excited like a little girl. "I'm sorry".

And before David knew it he was caught up in a double hug from his daughter and his wife, his baby boy cooing in his cot at the action in front of him.

David had never in his life felt more like a dad that he did that day, and he knew for sure that his wife was feeling the same.

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