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Despite the fact that she was extraordinarily hung over, Emma was up at a fairly reasonable time. The previous day was a blur to her and was finding it difficult to remember exactly what had happened or why she had gotten so drunk. Looking for a cure for her hangover, she walked down the stairs almost in a blind state, running her temples as if that would make her headache disappear. She tapped her fingers on the coffee pot to check it if was hot before she poured herself a generous amount of coffee.

"Someone's hung over." Snow said, Emma had been so sleepy in her transition downstairs that she hadn't noticed her roommate leaning against the breakfast bar.

"Not helping." Emma yawned, burying her head in her arms.

"Morning mom." Henry said as he poured himself some cereal.

"Morning Kid. Wait a minute." Emma replied, looking up from her arms to see Henry sat eating his breakfast. That's when it all came flooding back. The crossed the small distance between herself and Henry remarkably quickly and wrapped her arms around him tightly. Henry hugged her back, smiling as he did.

"How you feeling?" Emma asked, pulling away.

"Fine." Henry replied. Snow smiled at the moment, not wanting to ruin it for her daughter or grandson. She still had trouble getting her head around the fact that she was a grandmother.

There was a knock at the door and Henry rushed to answer it, excited about which fairy tale character could be behind it. Henry looked up at the man standing on the other side of the door, slightly intimidated, he didn't look anything like his grandfather did. Without saying a word, Henry stood aside and the man walked into the apartment and stared straight at Emma.

"Henry, why don't you go and ask Snow to help you with your homework." Emma said, crossing the room and standing behind Henry with her hands protectively on his shoulders until Henry rushed upstairs to get his homework.

"What do you want?" Emma asked, walking towards the man so that he backed up out of the door. She shot a warning look to Snow before she closed the door behind her.

"I've been looking for you." He stated.

"Well done. You found me, now what do you want Ben?" Emma repeated, clearly having a dislike to the man in front of her.

"Is that him?" Ben asked, indicating the door with his chin.

"Is that who?" Emma asked.

"Don't play dumb Em, it doesn't suit you."

"Don't call me Em. You lost that right a long time ago." Emma spat.

"Is the kid who just answered the door mine?" Ben repeated, Emma was grateful when Graham suddenly appeared from the staircase, giving her a reason not to answer Ben's question.

"You need to leave town." Emma replied before Graham slipped his arm around her waist.

"I'm not leaving when I just found you again." Ben said stubbornly.

"You heard the lady. Come on Em." Graham replied, guiding Emma back inside the apartment, subtly making sure that Ben saw his badge as he did.

"Hey Henry, how do you feel about coming to work with me and Graham today?" Emma called.

"Graham's back?" Henry asked confused but then smiled when he saw the huntsman stood beside his mother. "Sure!" he added.

"Go get your stuff." Emma said with a smile, Graham turned to Emma as soon as the 10 year old was out of sight.

"Explain, now." Graham demanded quietly.

"That was Henry's father." Emma replied, managing to sound both calm and angry at the same time. Graham didn't have time for a response before Henry ran back into the living room with his rucksack in tow.

OHHHHH!

Henry's father showed up, big drama!

What do you all think then!