Charming Family One Shots

New Words Go Wrong

Disclaimer: Right guys! So this is the last one for this weekend and it's another Snow/Charming story. Emma is still living in the house and is nearly 29. Neal is 11 months. Will get round to other requests when I have time.

Warning: Will contain adult spanking, language, and childish punishments given to adults. Don't like, don't read.

"Come on Neal. Who am I?" Charming said as he waited at the checkout of their local store.

Neal, the 11-month-old baby Charming was talking to, just looked back up at his dad and giggled.

"Come on buddy, say Da Da." David said in an encouragingly babyish voice.

Ever since Neal had turned 9 moths, he had started to show a slight interest in saying some words. His first, much to David's disappointment, was Mama, then Hen-wy, then Emma, and now was only small words such as dog, cat, and others like this, but he was still to say Da Da. That's why this morning when he realised that Snow was feeling like she needed a rest, something that was shown through her shouting at him for almost everything, that he put himself up to take his newborn son out to the store with him. Secretly, what he was really thinking was that he could take this as time to bond with his son and to get him to say that one word he was still to say.

"Come on Neal. Say Da Da." David said as he came closer to the till.

Neal just giggled.

"Oh for fuck's sake Neal! Just say Da Da."

"Fuck," Neal said, in a squeaky voice.

Oh God! What do I do now! Snow's going to kill me when she hears him saying that! Well me, then hopefully him, and then me again. I have to sort this out before I get home or I can really get prepared for sleeping on the couch tonight.

"No! Not that! anything but that!" David quickly said back to Neal as he realised his mistake.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Neal chorused as David turned red with embarrassment.

Soon, they finally got to the till and paid for everything they got, well, with Neal continuing to say the same word he'd just learnt while David tried to ignore what happened. After they paid David rushed out to the cruiser and once they got in he turned tragically to face his son.

"Come on buddy, say Da Da."

"Fuck."

"Neal, mommy's going to kill me if she hears you saying that and the loft will be as noisy as it was this morning. Do you want that?"

"Fuck."

David sighed as he imagined how Snow would react if she could hear what he'd taught their son. Likely outcomes for when you teach an 11 month old to swear: couch for a month, shouted at like I'm one of the kids, probably get punished in the same way Emma does _ this evening definitely isn't going to be pleasant.

"Come on Neal. Do you really want to see Daddy in trouble? If not, say Da Da." David pleaded.

"Fuck." Neal commented proudly.

"At least I know how to stand up for you in future buddy." David said as he got Neal buckled in to his car seat and began to drive off.

...

Back at the loft, Snow had been having an almost stress free day. Emma had agreed to help out around the house which originally, Mary Margaret had taken her up on. It had also been agreed that while the help was available, Mary Margaret would have a quick rest and try to sleep for a bit. This backfired big time because when she woke up she found that the entire kitchen was a mess and a lot of things were broken. Emma was in the middle of it and was looking ashamed of herself and as if she knew what was coming towards her. Mary Margaret's first reaction was to grab Emma's left arm with one hand and with the other she laid a hard and effective smack across her butt and then put her into a nearby corner and told her to stay there for half an hour, that she would be cleaning up after that and that she'd be going straight to her room when she finished.