Henry's tacos

Kate asked for a oneshot of Snow coming into Emma's house since she has a key and she catches Henry with a girl. It gets really awkward.

Clearly, Snow hadn't learned from her mistakes. Their family seemed to be cursed to forever walk in on each other in compromising situations.

Just because Emma and Henry had moved out didn't mean they still didn't spend most of their time with Snow, David and Neal. Consequentially, quite often their things were left scattered around the farmhouse. Every so often, Snow would pop over to her daughter's house and return their objects.

When she did this one weekend whilst Emma was on shift, she wasn't prepared for the sight that greeted her. She was expecting the house to be empty. Emma was working and Henry spent most of his weekends with Regina. So she certainly wasn't expecting to be confronted by her half-naked grandson…and his equally scantily clad girlfriend.

"Grandma!" Henry croaked, covering himself as best he could. Snow blushed and looked away.

"I was just bringing some things home." She said, looking away as she placed the pile of things on the nearest surface. "You left this in the bathroom." She said, vaguely waving Henry's games console in the air. "You wouldn't want it getting wet…I mean. Oh." Snow said, blushing harder. Henry just wanted to pretend this wasn't happening. "So…I'm leaving now. I'll see you both later. Nice to see you again, Violet."

"Yeah, you too Mrs Nolan." Violet said, her voice muffled from behind a cushion. This situation really wasn't ideal, but Henry and Violet were both eighteen and could do what they like. Snow saw no point in telling any of this to Emma or Regina. She saw no point in remembering any of this had ever happened ever again.