Emma and I walked down the main street with Henry, taking him to the school bus. "You sure guys we can be out in the open?" Henry asked us, nervously.
"Enough sneaking around," I said. "Yeah, if your mom has a problem with me and Jane walking you to the school bus, I am more than happy to have that chat," Emma said.
"You two are brave. We'll need that for Operation Cobra. Speaking of - do you think we need code names?" Henry asked. "Isn't 'cobra' our code name?" I asked, frowning. "That's the mission," He said. "I mean us. I need something to call you two."
"You call me just Jane or Jenny," I said. "Um ... Well, why don't you just call me Emma for now?" Emma asked him. "Okay," He agreed.
Soon, we got to the bus. "Well, I'll see you later, guys," Henry said and then walked on the bus. He waved and Emma and I waved back. Emma and I walked down the street, "I'm starving," I said and she chuckled. "Let's go to the Granny's Diner," She said, wrapping her arm around my shoulder.
A police car pulled up in front of us with the siren. It stopped and Graham stepped out. "What's with the siren?" I asked, smirking as I crossed my arms. "It's so hard to get your guys attention," He said, smirking back.
"Well, you got it. Are you arresting my Mom again?" I joked and Emma smirked. "I'm thanking you," He started and sighed. "For your help finding that coma patient. We all owe you a debt of gratitude."
"Well, what do we get? A commendation? Key to the city?" Emma joked. "How about a job?" He asked her and I frowned and looked at Emma, only to see her frowning as well. "I could use a deputy," He said. "Thanks, but I have a job," Emma said.
"As a bail bondsperson? There's not much of that going on here," He said. "I don't see a lot of sheriffing going on around here, either," Emma said.
"Well, here's your chance to see it up close. There's dental? Why don't you think about it?" He said and handed her his card. "And stay a while." He gave me a wink and a smile and then he got inside his car and drive away.
I watched as he drive away and Emma hit my arm slightly. I looked at her and she grinned, "You like the guy?" She teased. "What? No," I said and she shook her head, smiling. "Looks like he what to be on my good side so I can let him be with you," She teased.
I blushed at that and looked away. She chuckled and wrapped her arm around my shoulder tightly. "You so like him," She said. "No I'm not, Mom, stop," I said and she laughed as we continued walking down the streets.
Emma and I sat down in the Granny's Diner, at the front of the window close to the door. Ruby came over and gave us two cocoas. "Thanks, Ruby," I said and she gave us a smile before walking away.
"I'll be right back, I'm going to the bathroom," I said and Emma nodded. I got up and walked to the bathroom and after a few minutes, I came back just in time to see Regina walking out of the Diner and Emma getting up, with her cocoa in her hand and she spilled it on her shirt. I rushed over with Ruby and she handed Emma a cloth. "Eesh."
"Do you have a laundry room I can use?" Emma asked. "Mmhmm," Ruby said and told us where.
I entered the laundry room with Emma. She took her shirt off and throw it in the washer and took a clean shirt. I crossed my arms as I sighed, "You okay?" I asked her.
She sighed. "I will be," She replied and glanced at me, to see I was worried. She send me a smile, "Don't worry, hon, we'll be okay," She said and I gave her a smile. "Oh, no, no, no, no!" I heard a girl behind me. She hold some pink sheets.
"Are you okay?" I asked and she looked at me with tears in her eyes. "The sheets. They're uh ... They're pink," She said. "You try bleach?" Emma asked. She lowered the sheets, revealing she's pregnant. "Oh," Emma and I said at the same time.
"Last night, I felt contractions and the doctor said that the baby could come any day now," She said. "That's great," I said. "It's just that, um, when the ... When the baby comes, no one thinks that I can do this. No one thinks I can do anything. Maybe they're right," She said.
"Screw 'em," Emma said. "What?" She asked. "Screw them. How old are you?" Emma asked. "19," She replied. "I was 18," Emma said. "When ... When you had a kid?" She asked.
"Yeah," Emma said. "She's my adopted daughter." She pointed at me and I gave the girl a small smile and she gave me back. Emma continued, "But I know what it's like. Everyone loves to tell you what you can and can't do, especially with a kid. But ultimately, whatever you're considering doing or giving up, the choice is yours."
"It's not exactly what you might think it is," The girl said. "It never is," I said.
"People are going to tell you who you are your whole life," Emma said. "You just got to punch back and say, 'No, this is who I am.' You want people to look at you differently? Make them. If you want to change things, you're going to have to go out there and change them yourself, because there are no fairy godmothers in this world."