The Lost Girl, Now Found

15) Thanks Mom

Again, sorry about not updating yesterday, I had a minor procedure, but it left me in a lot of pain, so I didn't have time to work on the story at all yesterday! But luckily I'm only in a little bit of pain now and I have a chance to update today!!

Emma's POV

My mom has been gone an hour and we haven't heard anything, I'm worried, and I'm taking it out on my dad. "Where could she have gone??" I asked him angrily, while 'rolling' around the room, I tried pacing but I tried to get up but my dad didn't let me. 

"I don't know Em, I know your worried, I am too" then his phone started to ring. "Geppetto?" "Oh, okay" "Thank you" 

"What? What'd he say?"

"Your mom is on her way home" mom, still feels weird when someone calls her my mom. "Sorry I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay David, whether I'm ready to forgive you guys or not, you're still my parents" I  told him with a faint smile on my face. I want to call them mom and dad out loud, but I just don't think I'm ready yet. My thoughts were interrupting when my mom walked through the door. 

"Snow! We've been worried sick!" He yelled in a worried tone.

"I know, I'm sorry you guys, I just needed time to think"

"And slap Geppetto?" My dad asked her, trying to be funny. Wait... did he say slap?

"Wait, you did what?" I asked her totally shocked.

"I know, I know, it was just me yelling at first, but then he put his hand on my shoulder, and I was so angry. God, I feel so bad" she said, feeling extremely remorseful. 

"Mary Margaret, you don't have to feel bad, in your defense, he did play a part in us being separated for 28 years" she nodded in agreement, but obviously still felt bad. 

"Well you guys, Henry should be home in a few minutes, do you guys want me to make a snack?" She asked us. 

"You can make a snack, but I'm gonna pick my kid up from the bus stop, and before you say anything, there's no point in trying to talk me out of it" I told them both. 

"But I'm coming with you" my dad said.

"I don't need a-"

"Either I go with you, or I do everything I can to stop you" he said, very charmingly and I rolled my eyes and agreed to it.

"And while you're gone, I'll make sandwiches" she told us, then we left.

We arrived just as Henry was getting off the bus, perfect timing. "Mom!!" Henry yelled when he saw me.

"Hey kid, how was your day?"

"It was fine, but why aren't you in the hospital?? And what's with the wheelchair??" He asked me, with excitement hidden in his voice. 

"I don't like hospitals and they would only let me leave if I agreed to stay in this thing for a few days"

"I'm so glad that you're coming home!"

"Me too kid, me too" I told him smiling. "Now lets get home" My dad pushed my wheelchair, and Henry and I held hands the entire way home. Home, we have a home, we have a family, and it feels great. 

When we arrived, we all had these adorable little sandwiches my mom made us. About four hours later, Ruby brought us some food from Granny's, but she insisted on me calling her Red, so Red brought us food. It was around 9 when Henry was ready for bed, we were all in the living room watching TV. 

"Mom, I'm tired" he told me yawning.

"How about I take you up to bed?"

"I think I'm gonna sleep on the couch mom, you should sleep in a real bed" 

"No, you have school, you need the sleep more than me" I told him and he responded with a 'did-you-really-just-say-that?' look. "I will be fine on the couch" I assured him.

"It's Friday..."

"I knew that" I obviously lied. "Doesn't change my answer though"

"Are you sure mom? I want you to be comfortable" 

"I will be fine, now lets get you up to bed" we started to walk up the stairs and I looked behind me, as an instinct i guess, and I saw my parents look at me, very proudly. It made me happy, the thought of my parents being proud of me, the thought of having parents at all. I'm still surprised that they let me get out of the dumb wheelchair.

After I told Henry goodnight I went downstairs and watched a movie with my parents, when it was over, they turned the TV off and looked at me. "What?"

"Why didn't you wanna sleep in the bed?" My mom asked me.

"We can put another bed up there after the nightmares fade, I promise" I told them.

"Nightmares?" I guess we forgot to mention the nightmare to my dad.

"Yeah she had a nightmare at the hospital, but I'm sorry I totally forgot to tell you about her panic attacks!"

"Panic attacks?! As in more than one?!" He asked her.

After I heard tell him, I tried to make my way of there as quietly as possible, but I bumped into the wall and knocked down a picture of me and my mom. "Sorry, I didn't mean to do that" I told her leaning down to pick it up, but they both stopped me.

"Emma, don't do that, you'll rip your stitches" she told me sternly. "And you don't need to apologize, it didn't even break"

"Em, why didn't you tell me about the panic attacks?"

"Mary Margaret was already worried... I guess I didn't want you to worry about me too" I told him apologetically, looking to the ground. "I'm sorry"

"You don't need to apologize Em. And we're gonna worry about you no matter what, both of us will" he told me and I responded with a weak, but sincere smile.

"Okay Emma, we're gonna go to bed, but you need to take these" she said handing me two different types of medication and a glass of water.

"I'm not 12, I can take my medicine by myself" then I thought for a minute. "Unless one of them will put me to sleep..."

"Emma please, you need sleep" my dad said, pleading with me.

"But I-"

"Please Emma" my mom pleaded with me as well. Wow, they're good at this, really good at this.

"One condition"

"Name it" my mom said proudly. 

"What's my.... Do I have a middle name?" I asked them, slightly nervous. 

"Ruth" my dad told me and we all smiled, I never thought I would have a middle name, but I do. 

"Okay" I sighed, not wanting to do this at all, but after a few minuted of staring at the pills like they were a disease, I took a deep breath and I took the medicine.

I was laying on the couch, my mom sitting next to my head and my dad sitting in a chair across the room, watching the TV. Before I knew it, I felt myself drifting off to sleep and despite my best efforts, sleep took over.

Regretfully, I was cursed with the same dream as before. I woke up to my mom gently hugging me and stroking my hair trying to calm me. "It's okay Em, he's not gonna hurt you, not if I can help it" she told me, probably thinking that I was still asleep.

"Thanks mom" I sleepily said... wait did I just call her mom? I did... I think I might actually be ready to forgive them. I drifted back into a light sleep, not even waiting for her to respond.

I'm thinking of starting a new fanfic while writing this, not sure what I'll call it though...

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Much Love

~Jasmine