“What about her?” Charming flicked his chin to the right just as a pixie haired woman with dark hair started walking their way.
“Ew, no,” Emma murmured. She slouched down on the bench they were both sitting on. Her skinny jeans stretched as she sat with her knees apart.
“What? Are you sure?” her father scoffed. He crossed his arms and leaned back when Emma wrinkled her nose as the woman passed and kept walking. “I thought she looked great.”
“She looks like Mom.”
Charming paused. “She did, didn’t she?”
They watched a gaggle of teenagers and a few more mall walkers pass them before a pair of attractive blonde women sauntered by them. Emma and Charming simultaneously turned to each other and just shook their heads.
“Blondes,” Emma stated. “They’re not bad, they’re just…” she shrugged the rest of her answer to his understanding nod.
Back and forth they went as they superficially assessed women walking past their bench in the mall.
“Ugh, too old.”
“Are you blind?”
“Not my type.”
Some time passed before Emma felt Charming’s elbow nudge her arm. “Alright, I see a good one. Way over there.”
“By the food court.” There were two women speaking with their backs to them a ways away and their arms linked together, deciding where to go next.
“Oh yeah, I think I see her. The one by the pillar thing, right?” Emma stretched her neck.
“What? No, her friend right next to her.”
“In the coat?” Emma gave her father a questioning look. Just then the woman they were talking about turned to the side and the two of them burst out laughing when they realized she was pregnant.
“Well that explains it,” Emma guffawed. The two of them continued to banter back and forth as the two women they had been ogling eventually made their way over.
“Having fun?” Regina asked the two blondes on the bench. They were a matching pair, sitting exactly alike with their legs stretched out into the walkway.
“Tons,” Emma was grinning hard.
“Are you guys done yet?” Charming asked.
“We’ve been here for hours.”
“It’s only been a half hour,” Mary Margaret looked to Regina and shook her head at her daughter’s dramatics. “And look what we found.” She unlinked her arm from Regina’s to take something out of her only shopping bag. She held up a baby’s onesie with a little princess crown on the front.
“Cute. So we can go then, right?” Emma said hopefully. Mary Margaret smiled and put the baby clothes back in her bag.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Regina said. “I will not be having my baby sister-in-law dressed like a mismatched peasant. We need to find matching shoes.”
The two Charmings on the bench sighed.
“Well, you know where to find us when you’re done,” David said and made himself comfortable.
Snow and Regina took off to continue their shopping spree. Emma and David’s matching eyes slowly followed their stroll as they left, watching their two brunettes from behind as they linked arms again.