Henry arrived home around 10, both of his parents in the living room pacing the floor, each with a good amount of worry on their face. Henry knew he would get the biggest of all lectures when he got home, but that isn't what he received.

Upon closing the front door, his parents were on him in only seconds, Regina embracing Henry's entire being while Emma looked relieved. When they finally departed, they went through the regular check-list; Are you ok, Where have you been, Do you realize how worried we were, etc., but instead of the usual disappointing looks, all that was said next was, "Have you eaten?" Henry didn't really know what was happening, but he was hungry, so he shook his head no.

Henry wasn't really sure what was wrong with his parents, but for the rest of the week things had changed almost dramatically. Things he used to never get away with, he would only get a slap on the wrist for, bed time was not enforced, extra dessert almost every night, and video games before homework. Whatever it was, he was enjoying it while he could, but he knew he would have to get to the bottom of this sooner or later.

Dinner that Friday night was like all the rest, but despite the special treatment Henry was getting, he decided that tonight was the night he would ask the serious questions.

"I made cheese cake." But after dessert.

Henry was on his second piece before he noticed his parents giving each other signals, something they've been doing all week since he came home. It was always during the times they would let him get away with something, and always the same look. He figured it was just his parents arguing without having to really argue, but this time around, there was nothing to argue about, or at least he thought. But instead of guessing, Henry decided to straight out ask his parents about their strange behavior.

"What are you two talking about?"

Without missing a beat, Emma answers with, "Kid, what are you going on about, we barely said anything this whole time."

"Yeah, but you and Mom have been giving each other these weird looks all week, what aren't you telling me?"

Emma and Regina look at each other one more time before Emma turns and faces Henry from across the table, she takes a deep breath before she speaks.

"So, me and your Mom have been talking, and we…..well I was hoping you would want to stay with me on the weekends?"

Henry finished his last bite of cheese cake before he finally gave his answer, with a smile no less. "Sure."

Emma let's out a breath no one knew she was holding, everyone finished dessert in a pleasant silence.

That same night Henry barely slept, aside from spending most of it packing, making sure he had everything, but making sure he didn't pack too much, he didn't want is mother thinking he was planning on staying for good. The rest was constantly making sure his Ma didn't forget the time they scheduled for her to pick him up, and every time she assured him that she didn't, but finally got him to go to bed when she mentioned that they might sleep through the time if they didn't get to bed soon. Even then, Henry still stayed up for at least another hour. Although he was excited to finally spend time with his Ma beyond the dinner table and living room playing video games, he was a little worried that this might be a permanent thing, that maybe whatever his parents are mad at each other about, can't be fixed.

The next morning, Henry was all set, he had his bags by the door, he quickly ate through his breakfast, washed his bowl, and sat surprisingly very quietly in the living room, waiting for Emma to come and take him away for the weekend.

The ride to the studio was short and quiet. Despite his enthusiasm, Henry still found this subject weird to talk about, let alone bring up. The studio looked like an old ware house he's sure was used for some type of official storage business, but now it was just a rusting building with new locks on it. His Ma said it gave it 'character', Henry just thought that it looked more like a haunted building than somewhere for someone to live in, but it was his Ma's decision. The inside was the biggest surprise, it looked a lot bigger than what the outside lead you to believe. The living room area and the kitchen was about the same size as the entire downstairs of the mansion, then there was the second floor balcony that held a bed and dresser, his Ma told him that's where he'll be staying, there was more than enough room. The area that was visible from downstairs was the main area, but there was a small walkway adjacent to the banister and beyond that was just more room.

"We can put a desk back there and you can work on some homework, or another 'mission'." Emma winked while Henry just beamed at his space, but one thing drew him out of his trance.

"Where do you sleep?"

"Oh, just on the couch for now." She turned and pointed to the slump of what was left of a couch, the cushions were sagging and the back had a few holes in it.

"Why not buy a bed, that couch can't be very comfortable."

Emma just shrugs and walks away falling down into the couch before she finally answers. "I just never found the time, with my paper work piling up, it's getting hard to find time to myself anymore." Emma rubs the back of her neck, as if she's in pain, as if she's remembering one of those nights at the office, or on that terrible couch, but after a moment she replaces her expression with a smile. "But not this weekend at least, this weekend, we're going to do whatever you want. I know we haven't been able to hang out much, but this weekend I want to try and make up for that, what do you say, Kid?"

I smile back at her, before I come up with the best way to start off our weekend. "I say, that our first order of business should be you trying to redeem yourself in Call of Duty."

Emma laughs, in a way that doesn't seem forced; more genuine than all the other times, but she nods in approval. "You're on, Kid."

After a few hours of playing and two large pizzas each, Emma and Henry finally decide to take a break and go out for a bit.

They decided on the park near the baseball field, a place they haven't been together in a long while.

After racing around the trail for a couple laps, of course with Emma's job being so physically demanding, she won both times, they decided to take a break on one of the benches at the edge of the park.

It had been quite a while since Henry and either of his parents had gone to the park, but even still, it seemed that nothing had changed. Although the slide and the jungle-gym had gotten a lot smaller since the last time, everything is exactly as he had remembered it.

"Do you remember when I was six, you, me, and Mom would come down here almost every weekend…..When you two used to actually smile because of one another? I miss that."

Emma isn't even phased by Henry's words, it's as if she's been waiting for those words, and without missing a beat, she says. "Yeah, me too, Kid.

Back at the house, the two went back to what they were doing before, playing video games until their eyes fell out, which wasn't until about 12 in the morning.

Henry goes into the bathroom, to get ready for bed. It doesn't take long, but during his time in there, it seems that his Ma has gotten her reports out to work on.

"Aren't you going to bed?"

She must have been really invested in the report because it took her minute to finally respond.

"…Oh, yeah, in a little bit, I just want to get this one report done first." There wasn't much to believe, but Henry had a feeling she was going to be up longer than she said she was.

The drive back seemed to go a lot faster than the original, but when Emma parked outside of the mansion, Henry knew time with his Ma has ended, even though he did miss is Mom over the past couple days, he didn't wasn't to get out of the car.

As usual, there is an awkward silence for a few moments before Henry decided to finally say something, coincidentally at the same time as his Ma.

"Ma, what's happen-."

"Henry, I know-." They both apologize to one another, having a small laugh about it.

"You go first, Ma." At that moment, Emma's face drops the smile, and it's at that exact same moment that Henry knew that most, if not all, of his answers will be answered, right here and now.

"Henry, I know you've noticed how your Mom and I have been behaving around each other lately, and with me moving out and all, so I'm sure you want to ask me a million questions." Nothing else was said after that, Henry took that as it being his turn to talk.

Henry has been thinking about this exact situation since the day he knew his Ma had moved out, he went over ever question he wanted ask, even the follow-up-questions before he was even done packing for his stay with his Ma, but not that he finally has the chance, there was only one question he really wanted to ask.

"Nothing lasts forever, does it,Ma?"

Although it was nowhere near the type of question Emma was expecting, she still didn't seem surprised by it, and without missing a beat she answered, "I'm afraid not, Kid."

"But you still love Mom…don't you?"

"Of course I do, Henry, but I don't think your Mom loves me anymore. There are just some things you can't get over." Emma then looks at Henry with something in her eyes that says she wants to tell him more, but all she says is. "Are you sure there's nothing else you want to ask, like why, or even how?"

Henry thinks about this for a moment, because for the longest, that's all he wanted to know, but in the end, all he really cared about was if his parents still loved each other, and if they were even a slight chance of them getting back together, but from what his Ma had just told him, those questions seem a little too early to ask.

"No."

Back at the mansion, Henry is greeted with a hug from his Mom, then he runs straight to his room and went to bed. The weekend didn't end up being as informational has he had planned, but at least his Ma acknowledges his existence in all of this, whatever "this" is.

Monday morning was the same as always, a silent breakfast, an awkward car ride, and an uneventful school day. The only highlights was not having to deal with Peter and seeing Grace in Home Room and at lunch. The rest of the week could be summed up the same way, not too much changes in the Swan-Mills' house hold…. minus a certain Swan, but she has been showing up at the house more lately. During the past week, on the few occasions that Henry would forget his lunch, Emma would drop by the school to drop it off, and the only logical explanation Henry could come up with, would be for Emma to have been at the house herself, maybe even unplanned. Just the thought of this was starting to get Henry's hopes up for the possibility of his Moms getting back together, but of course her wasn't that naïve, whatever the reason for their breakup, he knew would be hard for his Mom to get past. Not too many things bothered her, and when they did, the worst his Ma ever got was a night in the guest bed room, but to get to the point of her having to move out, he knew it had to be a really big of an issue. And not knowing what that issue is, is starting to have Henry regret not asking all of those questions he had when he had the chance.

One Weeks Later

After a little bit of investigating, Henry has concluded that his Moms are seeing each other during the day, but he still doesn't know why. For the past week and a half, Henry has been purposely leaving his lunch at home to see if his Ma will bring it, and most of the time she did, so that proved that she was at the house during the day with his Mom. Now on to the hard part. Henry has tried every which way to find out why his parents are meeting during the day. He tried reading their messages to one another, but both are too tech savvy for him to be able to get to the information that easily, then he tried asking about how their day went during dinner, hoping that one of them would let something slip, but of course that didn't go anywhere. He even tried being more blunt with his questions when he was spending time with his Ma on the weekends, and as per usual, she saw right through his plan and curved him every time. Henry has tried nearly everything he could think of, he was beginning to get desperate. The only thing left for him to do was to straight out and ask them about it, but he knew only regrettable consequences would come out of that, and no amount of information was that important.

Sunday night, Henry went straight from the door to his room. The weekend was just the same; he enjoyed himself, but of course he didn't get any type of information.

As per usual, his parents had a little conversation before leaving, and usual he didn't pay any attention, but what they were talking about was something he felt like he should listen to.

"So, how was your weekend?"

"It went pretty well…" From his Ma's silence, he knew the next words out of her mouth had the possibility of upsetting his Mom, which explains the shuffling noise he hears, and why he could barely hear her speak. "And I think it's time we had a talk with Henry about us." The next few moments is nothing but silences, probably his Mom coming up with the most insulting remarks to throw back at her, but what he hears next is a bit of a surprise.

"You're right, I've been thinking about it too. He's old enough to know the truth, at least some of it."

"I was actually going to tell him last weekend, but... I wanted to make sure he was ready, and he didn't ask, so I didn't push the subject."

"Emma, why would you tell him before talking to me first?!

"He deserves to know the truth, Regina. We at least owe him that."

"WE owe him?!..." Before she finishes her thought, Emma reminds her to lower her voice.

"There is no need to yell, and yes, at the least. For once, the right thing needs to be done here."

In an annoyed hush tone, Regina begins again. "The right thing would have been for us to tell him the truth as soon as he was old enough to understand, but it was you who insisted on waiting until we both agreed on when it was time."

"I know what I said, there is no need to remind me, but I also said we should work on our relationship, and yet, here we are, living separately. How are we supposed to be there for Henry when we can't even be in the same room together?"

"It's you who can't be in the same room as me, Emma. All the guilt you feel for cheating on me."

"God, Regina, how many times do I have to apologize to you! I was drunk and upset, I didn't know what I was doing."

"And you couldn't come to me for help? We're married for heaven's sake, that's what I'm here for, but instead you went to him and you think a simple apology is going to make it all better?"

"I'm trying, Regina, just tell me what I have to do to fix this."

"I think you've done enough Emma. Good Night."

Henry hears the door open, then close after a moment. The questions he was too afraid to ask only a week ago, were all answered in a heated, short conversation he realize he shouldn't have been eavesdropping on.

A/N: I have to excuse for the eternal wait, but I do apologize for how long this has taken for me to post this (mistakes and all).

Also, I'm thinking about writing out Henry's memories as Drabble. Let's me know what you all think. And as always, please enjoy and review.

#KWH