How times have changed

Fernanda asked for a oneshot of Emma and 16 year old Henry ice skating. Emma ends up hurt and Henry carries her home. She can't believe how much he's grown.

"You sure I shouldn't take you to the hospital?" Henry asked, clearly unsure himself.

"I'm fine." Emma insisted. "I've just sprained it. I'll pop some frozen peas or something on it and it'll be right as rain by the morning." Emma told him.

"If you're sure. Lucky I brought my learner's permit with me." Henry said, grinning. Emma grimaced. Henry might now legally be allowed to drive her bug, but his abilities didn't seem to have improved much since his first lesson with his grandpa. Emma was reluctant to let him behind the wheel of her other baby, but needs must on this occasion. Since Henry was having to carry her from the ice rink to the car, there really wasn't much hope Emma would be able to drive them both home.

"I can't believe you're big enough for this." Emma sighed. It seemed like only yesterday he was that little ten year old knocking on her door in Boston demanding she came to Storybrooke. Oh how grateful she was he convinced her.

"No. Well, that too, I guess. I actually meant carrying me." Emma said, a little embarrassed. Henry laughed.

"Well it was either me or an ambulance, and something told me you wouldn't have gone quietly in the ambulance." Henry teased her. Emma laughed.

"You guessed correctly." Emma told him. "Thanks kid. Just go gentle with the bug, will ya? She's an old lady." Emma asked him. Henry rolled her eyes.

"I'm just saying she's not the one injured from the ice." Henry wound her up. Emma decided to ignore that remark. After all, she wasn't in much of a position to respond.