Fruit Of The Poisonous Tree
Orabella sat on a log bench with Devan as Henry and the children played on the new playground Regina had built after the storm. "It's good to see him open up with the other children," she remarked as Henry and Alex slid down the slide.
"He's been opening up since his mother decided to stay," he agreed as he watched Lucy and Ruth climb the ladders to the top of the tower.
Henry waved to someone behind them. Orabella looked over her shoulder. "Speak of the devil." Henry pulled out his walkie talkie and spoke with his birth mother. "I still don't know how I feel about referring to Emma as Henry's 'mom'."
"Why's that? Regina's a pain."
"She's not a pain, she's in pain. Her mother was absolutely terrible and I don't think she's ever really recovered from that."
Henry sat next to his aunt, still talking to Emma. "I don't want to be apart."
"Neither do I," said the woman from the yellow bug in the distance. "Don't worry. I'll find a way back in. And hey, if it's out there, Henry, I will find your book."
Orabella's head whipped to her nephew. "Good luck. It's probably gone, and it's probably never coming back."
Emma said nothing but started her car and drove away. Orabella reached for Henry's arm. "Did you loose your fairytale book, Henry?"
"Yeah, I hid it by the old castle. It disappeared when my mom had it torn down. It's gone."
"Oh, you know what they say about lost things?" He shook his head. "The most important things always come back too you."
Erimentha laughed as her children ran ahead of her towards market. "Sissel, slow down," she called out.
"Yes, mama!" The girl slowed to a halt as her older brother caught up with her. "I'm just so excited."
"We've been to market before, Sissy." Blaise smiled down to his sister as she took his hand.
"I know, and it's so much fun!" She began to drag her brother to one of the stalls.
"Wait," their mother called as she reached her hand into her basket. The children doubled back to receive their small sacks of coins. "Here you go. And Blaise, I would appreciate it if you could make your way up to the Skyforge and sell some of these daggers for me." She pulled a leather belt that was filled with daggers from her basket as well.
"Shall I buy him out of his materials as well?" He slung the belt to hang across his body.
"If you can't sell it all, yes. But don't buy it all if you don't have too," she warned.
"Yes, mama," he said smiling as his sister dragged him off.
"Good boy," she whispered to her self as she went into Belethor's shop.
A/n: hey, I'm only a little late. I've been going to work at 7 for the past week. Be happy I remembered at all. I may have to change some things in the next chapter, I haven't fully decided on it yet. Thanks for reading!