‘’Yes, Yes, I’m on it.’’ Emma sighs as she sets the phone down, feeling the stress and tension bubbling inside her. She takes another breath, this one much longer as she hears the door open to her sheriff's office. ‘’What can I do you for?’’
‘’Is this a bad time?’’
Emma turns around as the soft voice echoes throughout the department, seeing that its Belle standing there fiddling with her fingers in her yellow sunflower dress. She can feel the stress radiating off the blonde.
‘’Yeah, everything is great.’’ Emma mumbles, not convincing Belle for a second. Wandering behind her desk to quickly sort through some files that have been piled up in the corner of the desk. ‘’What did you need?’’
‘’I can come back later if its a bad time.’’ Belle says rather softly, shuffling backwards as if she was ready to leave.
‘’No, you’re fine, its just a lot going on that's all, and I’m only one woman.’’ Emma says doing her best to give Belle a fake smile as she lifts her head. Her eyes dart back down to the papers, not looking at Belle very long. She picks up one that catches her eye, before pacing around behind her desk. Feeling her boots tap on the floor, with a little extra gap in the toes more than usual.
‘’Its nothing urgent, I promise, you can look into it tomorrow.’’ Belle takes a few steps towards Emma’s desk as she paces, feeling a need to rush yet ease Emma into this. ‘’I only asking a small favour, I think someone has been stealing from me, and I was hoping you could look into it.’’
‘’Yes, of course.’’ Emma sighs not looking up, feeling some tension ease before the phone rings, sending a shiver down her spine.
‘’Are… you going to get that?’’ Belle asks, as Emma just stares at the phone as if it was going to answer herself. ‘’Is everything okay?’’
‘’I told you, everything is fine.’’ Emma smirks before snatching up the phone rather aggressively.
Belle frowns as she watches the blonde go about her jobs, it was clear to anyone in a ten mile radius that Emma was stressed out from everything that had been going on, there hadn’t been anything huge happening in the town as of late, especially compared to the usual weekly mishaps. But Belle there was something more going on.
Belle hums to herself as she watches Emma lean against her desk as she chats away to the person on the other end, watching her kick her foot up, her boot starts to slide down as if it was about to fall off. It's the exact same boots she wears every single day, always fitted comfortably to her feet.
‘’Mom! You here!’’ Belle winces as she hears a young voice snaps her out of her trace, Henry making his grand entrance.
‘’I’ll be one second.’’ Emma says to Henry, not even paying attention to him as he wanders over to her.
‘’Not one second, we have to go now, you promised to take me out tonight.’’ Henry whines, grabbing at his mothers jacket.
‘’Henry, I’m busy, another night, please.’’ Emma tries to ignore the tugging, keeping her attention focused on the conversation being had on the other end of the line.
‘’But Mom!’’
‘’Henry!’’ Emma snaps, turning to glare at her son. Her own heart drops as she watches him stumble backwards with a little bit of fear in his eyes. She takes a breath ready to apologize, but the person on the other end of the phone keeps chatting away.
‘’Emma?’’ Belle says softly.
‘’Mom?’’ Henry chimes in as he shuffles backwards towards Belle.
Emma grits her teeth as the phone call comes to an end, doing her best to hold everything back as she feels she could explode at any minute. She slowly sets the phone down, unaware of how much heavier it had become. She thinks before she speaks, turning to face Belle and Henry, who are standing there with the most horrified expression plastered on their faces.
‘’Are you feeling okay?’’ Belle asks rather softly.
‘’Peachy, why?’’ Emma hums.
Henry and Belle don’t say another word, as the boots slipping off her feet and crashing down on the floor says enough. Emma’s eyes widened as she looked down at herself, her clothes had become much more baggy, as if she was wearing a massive poncho. Her boots no longer fit her as she sits on the desk, looking up at Henry and Belle, who are now towering over her with the same confused expression.
‘’I must be the size of a toddler’’ Emma mumbles to herself, unable to take her eyes off her son towering over her.
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