Waiting until April 21st is going to be the death of me! If you feel the same, or even if you don't, here's some mother/daughter bonding to get you through!

I got this idea from watching the movie Something Borrowed starring Ginnifer Goodwin and Kate Hudson. If you've seen it, then you know what dance scene I'm talking about, and if you've watched since being a Oncer, you probably wish like me that Snow and Emma could have that EXACT same scene! If you haven't seen it, you can find the video on Youtube which may help while reading this story to give you a bit of an idea of what these girls are doing. :)

Thanks for reading!

Andi

Sunday morning. Glorious, beautiful, wonderful Sunday morning. The morning in which Emma Swan did not have to awaken in the inhuman hour of dawn.

She'd been awake for about half an hour, trotted downstairs to brush her teeth, grab some coffee, kiss her kid goodbye before he went off for the day with his Gramps to the stables, and was back in her room trying to simply relax. Things in town were calm, (for the second) and she was thrilled to just sit around and be lazy.

It wasn't working out though, due to the very loud music that was suddenly coming from downstairs.

It wasn't the noise that was bothering her; Lord knew she could sleep through a hurricane in the middle of a Beastie Boys concert. (Growing up in group homes will have that effect.) She was really just curious, since her quiet little roommate wasn't prone to loud music. Like ever. But that didn't mean her fiery, outspoken mother wasn't.

Raising her hands in surrender, Emma slipped downstairs, still dressed in her PJ pants and tank top, to investigate.

The scene she found, whirling around the apartment, was one she wouldn't soon forget.

Mary Margaret was doing some cleaning, barefoot and also still in her sleepwear of her husband's oversized t-shirt. But she wasn't just mopping, she was twirling around the handle and singing loudly along to the radio, treating her mop like a microphone.

Emma crouched down on the stairs, hiding, and watched on in amusement and humor. She didn't even recognize the song playing, though she knew it was something from the 80s, but Mary Margaret sure knew it and was making her housework look like actual fun.

"Shootin' at the walls of heartache, bang, bang! I am the warrior. Well I am the warrior, and heart to heart you'll win if you survive…the warrior!"

Emma watched as Mary Margaret finished mopping and picked up a rag to start dusting, all the while shaking her hips and bouncing around gracefully – and sometimes not so gracefully.

She didn't allow herself to think about "what-ifs" often, useless as it was, but every great now and then, like now, she let her mind wander. Would this have been what it's like? Sunday mornings, her little self, running down the stairs to laugh at her mommy being silly while cleaning house. She probably would have joined in, probably wouldn't have been the stand-offish, self-conscious kid that she'd been, having been raised by someone like Snow White. She would have thought her mom was the coolest, prettiest, best dancer in the world.

Ah hell, she actually did. Not that she'd ever say that out loud.

The song changed, and Mary Margaret giggled without stopping her dusting, and started up singing the new song as well. Emma recognized this one, actually she knew it by heart, and found her face betraying her humor.

"Ooh baby, baby, b-baby, baby," Mary Margaret sang, rotating her pelvis as her dancing turned into something kind of suggestive, but knowing her the way that she did, it was too cute and comical to be anything close to sexy, not as far as Emma was concerned. She covered her mouth with her hand so not to draw attention to herself. Where was her camera when she needed it? "Ow! Baby! Salt and Pepa' here! Now wait a minute, y,all…"

Emma couldn't hold it in. She bust out a loud chuckle just as Mary Margaret gyrated past the stairs. Mary Margaret jumped and spun to face her, blushing slightly. "H…hi! Sorry, is the music too loud?"

Emma shook her head, eyes twinkling. "Nope, no, carry on."

Mary Margaret propped a hand on one hip and quirked an eyebrow. "Could use some help if you're not busy."

Flushing – yeah, it would be nice of her to help clean – Emma hopped up from her hiding spot and grabbed another rag and a can of furniture polish while Mary Margaret grinned approvingly and cranked up the music, resuming her one-woman show as if Emma wasn't very obviously watching.

Emma tried to focus on polishing the table, but she just couldn't stop watching and smiling as Mary Margaret's dancing got more elaborate and her singing got louder, as if she was showing off to her daughter.

"…Coolin' by day then at night workin' up a sweat," Mary Margaret pumped her elbow down toward her side, grinning mischievously and eyeing Emma from the corner of her eye. "C'mon girls, let's go show the guys that we know," Mary Margaret was sashaying toward her, and Emma took a step back, but not fast enough to evade the capture of both her hands. "How to become number one in a hot party show! Now push it."

Mary Margaret let go of only one of Emma's hands, standing beside her and doing some footwork that was really quite impressive. Where did she learn this? Surely not as her cursed self, and it was very much from this this world.

Emma didn't dance. Well okay, once upon a time she danced. Once upon a time dancing was the one thing she loved. But not now, and certainly not in her pajamas in the living room with her mother.

And yet, as if unbidden, as if the song was a curse that she couldn't deny, the words of innuendo that she wasn't even positive Mary Margaret totally got came out of her mouth and suddenly she was singing, or lip-syncing really, and hesitantly but easily mimicking Mary Margaret's moves.

"Push it, push it, push it good. Ah push it, p-push it real good…"

Mary Margaret's grin seemed to take up the entire room and she threw her hands above her head, bumping Emma's hips with her own.

HELL with it!

Emma threw herself into it, singing to the top of her lungs and bounding about the room with an abandon she couldn't remember ever having.

"Ooh baby, baby! B-baby baby! Ooh baby, baby, b-baby baby!"

Mary Margaret laughed loudly and happily when Emma hopped onto the coffee table, throwing her hair into her face and pointing at her. Mary Margaret took the challenge and jumped onto the couch shaking her shoulders and pointing back at her daughter.

"Yo, yo, yo, yo, baby-pop, yeah, you come here, gimme a kiss. Better make it fast or else I'm gonna get pissed…"

Emma and Mary Margaret jumped back and forth from the couch to the (luckily solid oak) coffee table, swapping places, until the both ended up on the coffee table.

This was when, totally unnoticed by them, David and Henry walked in, David having forgotten his wallet. The boys froze at the door; neither certain what they were seeing was really happening.

"Can't you hear the music's pumpin' hard like I wish you would?"

Both women made a vaguely provocative but playful move toward each other that David hoped Henry didn't understand.

Emma looked at Mary Margaret, and they nodded at one another, a silent agreement, and they leapt from the table and launched into their dance from before, this time surprisingly in-sync with each other, almost like they'd rehearsed it.

"Now push it! Push it good, p-push real good!"

David saw his wallet on the little table right next to the door, and grabbed it along with Henry and backed hurriedly out the door.

"Hey, wait, that was funny!" Henry stage-whispered once the door was quietly shut. "Let's watch!"

"Nah," David said, smiling adoringly at the door where his wife and baby girl were being carefree and playful together on the other side, in a way none of them had been able to in so long. He knew that the sight of him and Henry would embarrass Emma, and ruin their fun, and he didn't want that. "Let them have their dance party, but we can hold it over their heads later!"

Henry grinned wickedly and they took off down the stairs to go out and have some guy fun.

The song ended right as Mary Margaret stumbled, nearly falling on her face. Emma reached out to catch her, but she couldn't keep her balance and they both ended up a laughing pile on the floor.

They sat like that for the longest time, arms around each other, laughing hysterically. A couple times they tried and failed to stand up, making them laugh even harder, until they had tears running down their faces and were gasping for breath.

"Don't…don't tell Henry we jumped on the furniture!" Mary Margaret managed between giggles and hiccups. "I tell him all the time not do that!"

Emma was laughing and smiling so much it made her cheeks hurt. She was sadly unused to so much…happiness. "Can we just not tell him or David about this period?"

"Deal! David would use it to blackmail us if he knew!"

Slowly but surely, the laughter quieted until it was just the occasional left-over chuckle. They were still tangled up on the floor, arms around the other's shoulders, leaning against the kitchen counter. Mary Margaret made no move to change their position, and though Emma was just realizing their very close proximity, after a moment's thought she decided not to move either. Instead she tightened her hold and leaned her head on her mother's shoulder. The song playing was a slower one that Emma started mumbling along to.

"…You have my heart, and we'll never be worlds apart…"

Mary Margaret sighed. "Haven't had that much fun in…" she blinked. "Well honestly? Outside of fighting ogres and things that can get me killed…I can't remember."

Emma huffed. "Me neither. I don't think I've…ever just cut loose like that."

Mary Margaret squeezed Emma's shoulder, and Emma lifted her hand to take her mother's. Too tired to even move, they quietly began singing along with the song together. In the back of her mind, Emma was a little surprised Mary Margaret knew it.

"When the sun shines we'll shine together, told you I'll be here forever, said I'll always be a friend, took an oath I'm 'a stick it out till the end. Now that it's raining more than ever, know that we'll still have each other, you can stand under my umbrella, you can stand under my umbrella…"

"Did you…" Mary Margaret began suddenly. "I mean, have you ever been a dancer? You're really good, Emma."

Emma smirked. "Eh, I took lessons sometimes when I was a kid. A lot of youth centers and some of the group homes I stayed in gave lessons for free. Ballet, hip hop."

"You like to dance?"

"Mmhmm. I did."

"You're a beautiful dancer."

Emma looked at her mother, finding that the compliment was genuine and not just Mary Margaret trying to make her feel good. "Thank you. What about you? You're good too."

Mary Margaret smiled. "All princesses are taught to dance. I was honestly never very good, or at least I didn't think I was. The waltzes they taught us were lovely but made me feel stiff and awkward. And then I went to a dance in a village with Red when we were in hiding and the music was fast and loud and like nothing I'd ever heard, and that was when I realized I truly loved to dance."

"So I guess I would have been taught to waltz too, huh?"

"Hmm, yes, of course," Mary Margaret's eyes sparkled. "But I would have made sure you knew what it felt like to dance like no one is watching."

Emma smiled warmly, thinking that she already had.

They missed out on a lot in each other's lives. But it wasn't too late. Emma thought that maybe the quirk in the curse that made her own parents her age was actually a gift. Sure, it was kind of strange at times, but now they had that much more time together to get to know each other, to be the family they'd both wanted their entire lives.

They could be a mother and daughter, and they could also be the best friend the other ever had. And they could be a couple of silly kids dancing around in the pajamas.

The song changed again and Emma's eyes flew open wide and she jolted upright, unable to resist this one.

"Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want…"

Mary Margaret grinned wide. "So tell me what you want, what you really, really want!"

Energy renewed, the girls jumped to their feet to get back to cleaning the apartment. It took a lot longer than it probably should have, since they did more playing than any actual work, but that was perfectly okay by them.

So long as David and Henry didn't find out.

Even though I think by the lyrics you'll know what these songs are, in case you're wondering the playlist for this fic:

Warrior - Patti Smith

Push It - Salt-n-Pepa

Umbrella - Rihanna

Wannabe - Spice Girls

:)