Keys and Calls
Because I can’t stop this morning… here’s a missing scene from that morning.
Emma hung up the phone and turned to her mother with a sigh.
“That was Regina. We’re needed at the station.”
Snow nods in understanding, concern crossing her face.
“I’m gonna run upstairs and get dressed, then we can go?” she offers her mother before disappearing to the second level of the house.
Snow places the binder down on the table and catches the scent of burning. She rushes to the stove to switch it off, not daring to touch the abandoned pan that had been left heating with no contents in it.
“Should have called before coming over.” she mutters to herself.
A faint squeal followed by a giggle seeps through the ceiling from above. She shakes her head and ignores it, choosing to wrap the forgotten pancakes in cellophane. They’re probably just joking around. She reassures herself.
She pours herself a coffee and takes a seat at the table while she waits, idly flipping through the binder.
A heavy shudder from above and the distinct sound of something smaller hitting the floor has her looking upwards.
Probably just bumped the dresser. She tries to convince herself.
Snow loses herself into the binder, going over lace samples, comparing satin colours, veil options-
A very noticeable moan floats down the stairs, reaching her ears and making her squeeze her eyes shut in discomfort. She slams the binder shut and slams her forehead down on top of it.
“Should have called before coming over.” she mutters once again.
Thankfully, its not long after that the pair finally appear, Emma glowing and Killian in a far better mood than before, that Snow puts on her best ‘ignorance is bliss’ face to try and forget this traumatic morning ever happened.
By the time they reach the station, all is forgotten, but she does make a point of handing the spare key back.
When Emma gives her a questioning glance, she just shrugs and responds “There’s plenty of windows and doors in your house. I can always break through one if there’s an emergency.”