Henry:

Henry grasped the handle to the creaky old apartment door, feeling the warmth of the air as he walked into their cozy apartment. Jumping up and down, Henry shook off the snowflakes that littered his wool hat and puffy coat. The heat of the room started to slowly warm him as he unzipped and hung up his things. Kicking off his boots, Henry made his way to the fridge and browsed for something quick to eat, he was always starving after practice. Wrapping his hands around a cool red apple he made his way over to the fireplace. His mom was curled up on their squashy couch watching TV. This is what he'd been coming home to for the past week whenever he decided to spend the night with his birth mother.

"Hey Ma, what are you up to?" Henry took in the scene before him. There was a bag of opened chips on the coffee table along with a box of chocolate and a mug of hot cocoa. Looking at Emma's pillow, he could just barely make out the wet spots she was trying to conceal with her arm.

"Not much, just watching that crappy Valentine's Day movie that just jams in a bunch of famous people to make everyone want to watch it." His mom said, sighing. "How was your day?"

"It was alright. Coach made us do suicides at practice, so that sucked." Henry shrugged as he sat down, settling himself right next to his mom's head.

"Well you boys need to be prepared for your next game. I don't want to see you lose to the Lost Boys again," Emma said with a hint of sarcasm, nudging Henry with her head.

"What's the box of chocolate doing on the table? Is it for someone?" Henry perked up.

"Oh, nothing. I was going to eat it later."

"Yeah right Ma, I know you. If you were going to eat that you would have at least had one chocolate by now. It's been sitting there for a few days, you're saving it for someone. Who is it for?"

"No one, Henry. I just wanted some candy," Emma scowled as a blush touched her features.

"I don't believe you."

"Well you don't have to."

"Okay, well I'm just going to open it up and take some chocolate then," Henry said, grabbing the package and waiting for his mom to tell him the truth. Emma sat up and something about the look on her face told Henry he should just drop the subject altogether.

"Anyways," he said, placing the box back on the coffee table. "I actually wanted to ask you something," Henry said as he twisted his hands nervously.

"Alright kid, shoot."

"I…I wanted to asked if it was okay if I went out tonight."

"Henry, it's Valentine's Day. You are going to leave your poor mother here all alone?" Emma said jokingly, but Henry could tell there was a little sting to the statement. What was with her lately?

"Ma, seriously? And if I were here mom would be upset with me anyways. I figured it was best to just go out tonight."

"Fair enough," Emma said, voice deflating. "I guess it wouldn't be quite fair to leave one of us home without you. And it's not like we can hang out together." His mom sighed as she scooted back down into a ball and wrapped her soft, red blanket tight around her body. "Who are you hanging out with?"

"Well, I was going to ask Grace to go see a movie with me," Henry said as he felt the heat rising in his cheeks.

"Grace? Jefferson's little girl?"

"Well, yeah ma," Henry said defensively. "And I mean, we are not little anymore. We're both 16," Henry explained determinedly.

"Well, well, well my son has a girlfriend," Emma said shaking her head and smirking. Then her expression changed and Henry felt uneasy about her decision. "Did you ask your other mother if this was okay?"

"I didn't ask her yet. I wanted to see what you were going to say first." Henry said quickly, smiling.

"Well I don't have a problem with it if she doesn't," said Emma. For some reason her mood seemed to shift again.

"Okay, cool." Henry's expression relaxed. He didn't think his other mom was going to have a problem with it. After all, she really liked Grace. Henry was even thinking of asking if she could come over for dinner one night at the Mills' house. All he had to do now was give his moms his Valentine's Day cards and get permission from the other half of his parenting duo. "I'll go to mom's house now and ask her."

"Alright kid, be safe."

"Love you ma," Henry said, handing her the card he made.

"I… I love you too," Emma said as she reached for the card. Her eyes started to well up and Henry took that as his cue to bolt out of there. His blonde mother had been a little emotional lately and he didn't want to have to pretend that she wasn't crying again. They really weren't equipped to talk about emotions with each other. Henry walked quickly across the creaky wooden floor, tossed out his apple core and grabbed his things.

"Bye Ma!"