"Holy hell, I just bought a Ducati. Haha Yes!" And cue her trademark fistpump. Then as quickly as her joy came, it disappeared. "I...just bought a Ducati….Regina is gonna kill me. Slowly."
Henry sat in his room and bobbed his head to his iPod and drummed his fingers to the beat. Emma knocks on his door and isn't surprised when she doesn't hear him tell her that the door is open. As she eases the door open, she sees the shaggy hair bounce up and down, while making out the rhythm with heavy bass. Emma shakes her head, "Hey kid!" Henry always did like his music loud. When she got no response, she decided to sneak up behind him and tap his shoulder. "Hey kid."
Henry jumped and ripped the headphones out of his ears. "Jesus Ma, are you trying to kill me?" Henry closed his eyes and covered where his heart would be. After a few seconds, he looks up at Emma, "What's up?"
Emma smiles and says two simple words that make him smile. "Operation Bluebird. That's what's up. We leave in the morning. You in?"
Henry nods his head so fast, Emma thought he fall over. "What time? Where are we going? Why are we going?" He spitfires these questions as he gets up and runs around his room collecting various things from various places. "We need snacks, drinks, and- Oh! Does Mom know?" This singular question makes him stop in his tracks and look at Emma. "Is she gonna be mad?"
"See kid," Emma says as she sucks air through her teeth, "that's the big thing. She can't know." Emma gets up and begins picking at random things around Henry's room. "So I really need you to do this with me and not give her a single detail. Ok? Can you do that for me?" Emma states as she turns around to meet his curious stare. Emma can see that he is thinking very hard about his next few words and she begins to silently pray to whoever she thinks is listening that he will be on her side.
"Hmmm, I don't know Ma. You know how Mom is when it comes to us doing stuff." Henry says while looking at his bag with all manner of storybook items in it. Then he looks up after a few moments and much to Emma's delight, he says, "Ok, I will do this with you but- Ooohff!" Henry stumbles back and has to drop his bag to catch his birth mother as she collided with him. "Haha ok Ma, you can let go. You still haven't heard my demands for doing this. My ass is on the line too."
Emma immediately let go. "Dude, did you just cuss?" Emma waps him over the head with a pillow. "You are like 4. No cussing." Emma smiles and pulls up the picture of the bike and shows her son. She is as proud as a new parent.
"Holy- Oh my God! Ma! No no no no...are you insane? Mom is gonna kill you." Henry looks at the picture and back at his mother. "There is no way that you can afford it, plus I think Mom is gonna notice if we come back on a bike." Henry looks at Emma with utter disbelief. "Wait, hold on, are you telling me," Henry pauses as a gigantic grin appears on his face, "that I get to drive?"
She looked at her son and smiled. "I mean you are 17 now. And I see nothing wrong with some highway driving to get you used to your car." Emma smiled and tossed the keys at him and walked out. When she left her son's room all she heard was muffled yells of excitement and hushed plans of restoration.