Would love to for Hook to show up for a first date with Emma and get "The Talk" from Henry and/or David :)
So I couldn't imagine a 12 year old giving anyone the talk w/o receiving the talk first. I remember being a 12/13 year old kid and starting to notice all the crap the adults around me did when they thought I wasn't paying attention. That's where I tried to go with this. It's from Henry'd point of view. Hope you like it.
Since turning 12, there were things Henry had started to notice about all the adults in his life. Things like walking down the stairs for breakfast and seeing Grams pinch Gramp's butt. Okay, so yeah, maybe things like that weren't THAT bad, but last Thursday-
Oh god. Henry cringed. Don't think about last Thursday.
When he answered the knock at the door and saw Hook standing there, Thursday was the first thing to pop into his brain.
"Hey, mom!"
"Yeah?" He heard her call from the upstairs bathroom.
"Hook is here to-" he scratched the back of his neck, "uhhhh- call on you?"
It sounded like he hesitated to ask the question. Wait. Why did he say it like it was a question? Hook said he was at the loft to call on Emma. Man, this was weird.
"He's what?" Emma shouted.
"He's here to call on you!" Henry yelled at the stairs.
Hurry up, please!
He started to fidget with his fingers. Why was Hook being so quiet? Hook was never this quiet. Why was he dressed so nicely? Why did he still dress like he had just jumped out of the pages of a storybook? What sort of date would Captain Hook take his mom on?
Before even considering what the repercussion of asking this would be Henry blurted out, "are you going to kiss my mom?"
Hook bent down slightly to get closer to Henry's ear. "If I'm lucky." Hook winked at him.
So gross! Sooooooooo gross!
Recently he'd caught his mom and Hook in some interesting, uh, positions?
No! Not that word, he chided. Use a different word!
He glimpsed up to see Hook smiling at him.
Situations?
Oh god why was he thinking about this right now? The image of them lip locked slobbering all over one another-
Ugh….
"Alright there, lad?"
Henry squeezed his lips tightly together and nodded. "Y-yeah."
But last Thursday…You think the jingling keys would have been a signal to stop but noooooooooo. Emma was pressing her body against Hook's on the floor with her mouth on his neck and-
"No! No - no - no - no! So gross!"
Henry's face paled. He would never be able to hear, write, think or speak the word Thursday for the rest of his life without wanting to bang his head against something hard. Hook cocked an eyebrow at the outburst.
"Henry?" He laid his hand on his shoulder. "Lad?"
Henry sighed. "Here's the thing: I like you Hook. You make my mom happy, but, uh, I'm not ready for a little brother yet so-"
"WHAT!?"
Emma came down the stairs. Her face was beet red.
"Thursday." He whispered shaking his head. "Mom, I love you, but you have ruined Thursday for me forever."
