Tuesday: "Honest and True"

76. OQ falling asleep on the couch together

Henry huffs out, pulling his backpack from the back seat of his mom's yellow bug. Waving a goodbye, he jogs to the front door of his other mom's white mansion. He loves this house. Everytime he walks in, he just feels like he's home. He grew up here, and he's so glad his mom adopted him.

"Mom!" he calls out when he walks in, locking the door behind him. He gets no reply, so he sets off in search of his mom and Robin. It's not late, but late enough that Roland would already be asleep upstairs in the guest room, so he tries not to yell too loud, fearing he might wake up the young boy and irritate his mother.

Walking into the living room, he stops, smiling down at the sight in front of him. His mom and Robin are asleep on the couch, cuddled together underneath the blanket he'd bought her for Christmas two years ago. Robin's arm is around her waist and his mom has a small smile on her face as she slumbers, something he's never seen before. She's so content in Robin's presence, and Henry is filled with joy all over again that they found each other.

Walking over to the fireplace that is burning low, he scoops up the ashes with the metal shovel and douses out what little bit of flames are left. The room is cast in a darkness except for the moonlight shining through the large bay window behind the couch.

He makes his way over to the sofa, bending down to press a soft kiss upon his mom's forehead. Straightening up, he smiles down at her and her boyfriend once more, happy she's finally found someone to love who loves her back just as fiercely. She deserves it more than anyone after what she's been through in her long lifetime. His mom has never let anyone in since Cora crushed Daniel's heart in the Enchanted Forest when she was just a young girl. Except for him. His mom has always loved him, even when he acted like a brat and pushed her away. But that's what moms do, he supposes, they love you through every stage of life.

His mom stirs, mumbling something, and Robin tightens his grip on her, murmuring out a tired, "We should go t'bed, Regina," causing Henry to stifle a chuckle.

His mom nods, yawning out a sleepy, Mmkay, before snuggling into the thief's chest even deeper.

Smirking, Henry shakes his head and makes his way out of the living room. As he walks up the stairs, skipping the fourth from the top that always makes the loudest squeak, Henry thinks about his mom and Robin.

He may only be seventeen, but he knows love like that doesn't come around often. Soulmates is what his mom calls it, and thinking back on how tenderly Robin has loved her since coming into their lives, Henry knows it's a special type a love. A type of love only fated in fairy tales, he thinks, but he hopes to one day find that kind of passion to share with someone. A love that is honest, deep... and true.