"Dad!"
"Heeey Champ!" Neal said bending to his sons level and reaching for a high 5 which Henry happily fulfilled.
"Morning, Where's tamara?"
"Uhh…We…she's not…" He lowered his tone "We had a fight…she stormed off…"
"Ohh…"Emma Said, awkwardly. She glanced down becoming aware of Henry's presence and signifying to Neal.
"Yea! Anyway, she..uh…didn't wanna distract me from time with my buddy, huh kid!"
Emma smiled sadly, as much as she hated Neal for what he did to her, he was a good dad, like she knew he would be. He cared for Henry and Henry's eyes lit up when he saw his dad. She regretted lying to him the minute she did even if It was to give him his best chance.
"Ok, well I gotta shoot, you remember where to meet later?"
"Yup."
"And the time?"
"Yup"
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do…"
"Granny. Eggs. Suck!"
"Rumples. Son."
Neal Held his hands up in surrender.
"See ya later, kid."
"Bye Emma!"
As she watched Neal and Henry walk away hand in hand, she felt the lump in her throat. She was still Emma…still just Emma…She longed for the day she became mom, she knew that with Regina here that was never going to happen. She shook off these thoughts and turned on her heel towards the house. Unaware of the watchful eye stalking her.
"What's she doing?"
"Jesus, can you not do that!" Owen spun round to see her there. "You have to go, we cannot be seen together."
"I'm sorry, I just can't keep my hands off you."
"Tamara I'm serious…if Neal, any of them, especially Emma catch sight of us we're blown."
"I know…I just… we need to figure out some kind of action plan, are we nearly there?"
"We've got everything we need…apart from one thing."
They exchanged glances.
"The Queen."
