Prompt: Their story reveals itself to Henry, though he doesn't remember the story book.
Word count: 350
"Henry, clean your room before you go out," Emma said from the boy's doorway.
"Okay mom," he moaned.
"That's my boy, love you," she said kissing the boy on his head, to which he groaned and wiped it off.
"Mooommm!" Henry whine, but Emma smirked before leaving the boy to clean his room as she went to work. Henry was suppose to go and meet a friend at Grand Central Park in an hour, he hoped he could clean it up fast, but judging how it looks like a tornado ran through, he started to doubt it.
He stared at the room for a bit trying to decide where to start and finally decides to start with his closet, the lesser of all the evils.
As he picked up a shirt to toss it in the dirty clothes bin, he saw a brown story book lying o n the floor. He gingerly picked it up from the ground and studied the cover.
"Once Upon A Time," he read the cover aloud, walking over to his bed and sitting on it.
I don't remember mom giving this to me, he thought to himself as he opened the book to a random page. It was a picture of Snow White and Prince Charming.
Everything about the book seemed familiar. Too familiar.
He started to skim through the pages, looking at the simple pictures but when he gets to one of the last pages (as there were blank pages after), he stopped for a moment and stared. Its a picture of Prince Charming holding a baby in a blanket. But what stops Henry wasn't the picture itself, but the blanket the baby is wrapped in. The name Emma in cursive on the blanket. Of course he would've thought it was pure coincidence that the baby's name was Emma just like his mom's, except. He's seen the blanket before. His mom had a blanket just like the on in the picture.
Could it...
Is it possible...
No...
That's ridiculous, its just a story book...
But, if it was just a story book, then why was one of the pages drawing in a picture of Henry and his mother walking down Wall St... by itself.