A/N: Again I am overwhelmed by the amount of people who read the last chapter, I am so glad you all liked it! And who knows maybe I will turn that chapter into a full length story. Tonight's chapter goes back to another story I have going (and still have yet to finish). I have had this idea running around my head for awhile now and since I probably won't get up to it in the other story, I figured I would put it here. Enjoy!

It had been another long day at work. The end of the school year was always chaotic for a teacher. Not only did she have her usual lesson plans to write, but also reports on each of her students. Then there was the usual insanity that came with children who were itching to be outside. Needless to say she was happy to be home.

"Hello." She called out entering the apartment.

She didn't hear anyone call back, but the lights were on letting her know that her family was home. She placed her bag down on the ground and kicked off her shoes. She turned around just in time to see a little naked boy running towards her.

"Henry what are you doing?" She asked scooping up her grandson.

"No." Henry threw his arms around her neck.

She laughed and kissed his head. Even though she spent all day with children she was always excited to get home to her grandson.

"Henry you get back here." She heard her daughter say sternly followed by her daughter. "Mom, I didn't hear you get home."

"I just walked in and this guy came running out to great me." She said bouncing Henry up on her hip.

"It's bath time and he decided to not listen to me."

"Did you not listen to Mommy Henry?"

"No." Henry shouted.

"No has been his word of the day." Emma sighed.

"Is that true?"

"No." Henry said again.

She let out a laugh, "It's been that kind of day huh?"

"You have no idea. Do you want to help me give him a bath?"

"Let me change my shirt first then I'll join you guys. How does that sound Henry?"

Once again Henry answered with a no causing Emma to groan and Snow to laugh. She passed off her grandson to his mother and watched them head towards the bathroom. She quickly walked to her bedroom to change. She loved bath time with her family. Henry's little squeals as they tried hard not to get wet, though they somehow managed to always get soaked. Hence the reason for her change of clothes.

When she was out of her work clothes she headed to the bathroom. Emma had shut the door so Henry couldn't get out.

"Just in time." Emma smiled up at her.

I picked Henry up from where he was sitting on the floor and carried him over to the tub.

"No!" he cried and tried to squirm out of my arms, but I had a tight grip on him

For the most part Henry was a sweet boy and just wanted to be cuddled and played with. He had his moments of course; he was only two after all. Bath and bed time were when the tantrums really came out.

Snow managed to get Henry into the tub and Emma held him down as he continued to squirm. Once he realized that the tub wasn't too bad he let out a laugh and started splashing.

"No splashing Henry." Emma tried to say sternly, but the toddler ignored her and continued to throw his hands onto the water.

Snow shook her head with a laugh and pulled out the small cup to fill with water. "Head back." She said in a calm voice.

Henry didn't listen so Emma gently tipped his head back and covered his eyes as Snow poured the water over his hair. Next she put a small amount of shampoo into her hands and rubbed it into her grandson's hair.

"You want a Mohawk Henry?" Snow asked.

"No." Henry replied, but she went through with it anyway.

When she finished pulling all his hair up into the spike Snow smiled down at her creation. Henry laughed and reached his hands up into his hair to feel it. Both had to admit he looked adorable with his hair like that. Snow got the cup filled with water and as a team they worked to get the shampoo out of Henry's hair without getting it into his eyes.

Next Emma put soap onto the washcloth and ran it over Henry's body. She distracted him from the cleaning by going over his extra ticklish spots causing him to squeal.

Snow sat back and watched her daughter and grandson interact. She loved being able to see them like this, carefree and happy. It was especially meaningful knowing how nervous and scared Emma had been when she first learned she was pregnant. But her daughter had proven herself to be an excellent mother and was doing an amazing job of raising her son. Henry was going to turn out to be a little gentlemen, and just as charming as his grandfather.

Snow held back at sigh when she thought of her husband. It hurt her to know that not only did he miss out on raising his daughter, but also his grandson. She wished more then anything that he could be there with them. The only comfort she had was knowing that it was only going to be another eight years before their family was reunited.

"All clean." Emma cheered waking Snow from her thoughts.

"No." Henry smiled.

"No? What else is there left to clean?" Snow took the washcloth from her daughter and started to tickle Henry with it.

Emma took that moment to unplug the drain and grab the towel. Snow picked the toddler up and quickly transferred him into the towel before he squirmed out of her arms. Emma bundled him up tightly in his shark towel and brought him up high to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"I'll get him dressed." Snow offered and took her little shark of a grandson into her arms.

She carried him off into the bedroom that he and Emma shared. Eventually they would have to get a place with an actual bedroom for him, but for now it worked. She placed Henry on the ground and let him run around with the towel on him while she gathered his clothes.

Snow turned back around to see that Henry had throw off his towel and was no running around the room naked again. Apparently clothes were optional today too.

"Come here Henry." She laughed.

"No." Henry shouted, but ran over to her.

"I think we need to re teach you what no means."

Henry giggled at her. Snow shook her head; her grandson was too cute for his own good. She grabbed the towel to completely dry him off and then put on his diaper and pajamas.

"Go see Mommy." She said once he was all dressed.

"No!" Henry ran off yelling.

She followed her grandson out into the main part of the apartment just in time to see Emma catch him and throw him up into the air.

"Have you eaten yet?" She asked.

"No I was waiting for you, plus I never got the chance with this little guy running around all day." Emma tickled Henry's sides eliciting another fit of giggles.

"Why don't I make us something while you finish getting him ready for bed?"

"Fine make me do the hard task." Emma replied sarcastically, when in reality she loved putting her son to bed even if it was a difficult task.

Snow started pulling out the appropriate pot deciding to make a simple dish tonight, she was too tired for anything more complex. Emma danced around her preparing Henry's final snack of the night, while he clung onto his mom watching the two women with rapt attention.

"Say goodnight to Grandma." Emma told Henry.

"Night." He held out his arms to give her a hug.

"We finally got a different word out of you." Snow laughed as she leaned forward into the hug. "Goodnight Henry."

She gave him a final kiss on the cheek before Emma carried him off into their bedroom. Snow got back to work on making dinner wanting it to be finished by the time her daughter came back out. Hopefully the two could have a quiet conversation without a toddler at their feet, but those chances were slim. Henry had a habit of getting out of bed forcing Snow or Emma to get up and put him back. It was all in a days work as a mother and grandmother to a two-year-old boy.

At times it could be challenging, but at the end of the day there was no place else she rather be then with her daughter and grandson. The only thing that could make everything better was if Charming was with them. She was counting down the days until she got to see him again. Until that moment she would remember every little detail so that when they were reunited she could retell him everything so it will be as if he had not missed out on anything.