"So." Henry grinned, sliding into the seat across his parents. He folded his hands on the table, raising his eyebrows expectantly. "What's up?"

The truth was, he knew exactly what was up. A typical Saturday night was usually hanging out in the loft, watching T.V., eating cereal out of the box (it didn't matter which one of them he was with, they both did that). But today, they had—"for no particular reason"—decided they were going to go out to Granny's for dinner, the three of them…. almost as if they were (dare he say it?) a family.

The fact that Neal and Emma sat on the same side was his first confirmation of what was coming. Normally when the three of them went out (which didn't happen as often as Henry would have liked), Neal sat on one side, while Emma and Henry sat on the other. But today, they were sitting on the same side, in a very couple-y sort of way. It was like how you could walk into a room, and just tell from the way two people hovered around each other whether or not they were a couple. And Henry was confident that if two strangers walked in and saw Neal and Emma stand in the corner together, they'd say, "By Jove! They must be a couple!" (Well, not that, exactly, that would be weird, but something along those lines.)

His second confirmation came when Emma said, "Henry…there's something we need to tell you."

First of all, the formality of it all made it obvious it was not only big news, but it was difficult to say. And if there was anything difficult for his parents, it was talking about their emotions and feelings: Emma less so than Neal, but Henry knew she'd rather take a punch to the face than have someone see her cry.

Plus, she said we. Which meant it was Neal-and-Emma-news. And there were only three kinds of news parents could have together: "we're splitting up", "we're having a baby", and "we're getting back together". Now, it couldn't be the first one, obviously; the second one wasn't as certain, but Hook had told him last week that there was no "next one" coming along, so all that was left was Door Number Three.

"Sounds exciting," he said, raising his eyebrows. "What's going on?"

Emma opened her mouth, clearly struggling. Henry fought back his smile, though he could feel his eyes gleaming.

"What is it, Mom?" he asked innocently. "Tell me."

"Smug little bastard," Neal snorted, making Henry and Emma whip their heads toward him. Neal looked between the two of them, raising his eyebrows. "What?" he laughed. "He knows. You know, don't you, Henry?"

"Know what?" Henry cocked his head, feigning ignorance.

Neal rolled his eyes. "We've decided to switch our car insurance to Geico, we thought you should know."

"Well, fifteen minutes could save you fifteen percent or more on car insurance," Henry said seriously. "Congratulations, you guys. This calls for champagne."

Neal snorted. "He knows."

"I know he knows!" Emma said exasperatedly. "So, it's fine, okay? Now everyone knows, and we can move on."

"Know what?" Henry persisted. He knew that they knew he knew, but he wanted to hear them say it. It would have been nice to have actually verbal confirmation, instead of just deducing and theorizing everything. "I don't know. Is there something to know? I didn't even know there was something to know."

"We know you know, and you know it!" Emma retorted.

"Know. What?"

"You know."

"I know that you think I know, but I don't know what there is to know, and how would you know if I knew it?"

"This is getting ridiculous," Neal said. "Emma, just tell him."

"You tell him."

"Why should I tell him? He already knows!"

"Everything okay here?"

Henry jumped, looking around wildly at Ruby as she stopped at their table, taking out her notepad to take their orders.

"Yeah, we're good," he muttered, feeling his ears burn.

"Okay," she said, whipping out her pen. "You guys know what you want?"

Henry pretend to consult a menu until his face stopped turning red. The words were too close for him to read, but Ruby didn't have to know that. "Hamburger for me," he said, his voice slightly muffled against the page.

Ruby sucked in a breath. "You're brave, kiddo. I'm legally obligated to tell you, people have been known to get food poisoning after eating it."

Henry didn't know what made him feel worse: the fact that Ruby called him "kiddo", or that Granny's food was slowly becoming more and more inedible. Maybe Tony was going senile. "Lasagna's fine. Plain, no meat," he added, lowering the menu.

"Good call," Ruby grinned, scribbling it down. "Okay, Emma? Neal?"

Emma cleared her throat. "I think I'll go—"

"Hang on, I'm buzzing!" Ruby said suddenly, and shoved her notepad in Neal's hands, so she could fish her phone out of her pocket. "Here—" she tossed him the pen—"write down what you want."

Neal blinked several times, startled. "Okay," he said, taking up the pen. "Em, you know what you want?"

"Yeah, I think I'll go—"

"Oh, my God!" Ruby giggled, reading something off her phone. She shook her head, still laughing as she typed back. Henry raised an eyebrow, slowly turning his head to exchange a look with Neal. Emma glowered at Ruby

"Sorry, are we disturbing you?" she hissed. "Disrupting your social life?"

"You're fine," Ruby said pleasantly, waving her off. "Actually, can I ask you guys something?"

"Sure," Neal said, before Emma could say something snarky. "What's up?"

Ruby slid her finger across her phone a couple times, and leaned over so they could both look at the screen. "I got him this for Christmas," she said, lowering her voice. "What do you think? Would he like that?"

"Oh, yeah," Neal nodded emphatically, Emma grudgingly agreeing beside him. "He'll love it."

Henry frowned. Him? Who him? Not…? "What are you guys talking about?" he asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

Ruby glanced over. "It's nothing," she shrugged, straightening up. "Just something I got for this guy I know."

"What guy you know?"

"Henry," Emma said warningly. "It isn't nice to pry."

"It isn't nice to keep secrets."

"It isn't nice to kick puppies. There, everyone's thought of one, game's over!"Neal said before they could get into a mother-son-argument. "Now, Emma, what do you want?"

"Grilled cheese, onion rings," she said promptly. Neal slowly looked up, staring straight ahead.

"You want grilled cheese and onion rings."

"What?" she said defensively. "I like grilled cheese."

"With onion rings? You don't eat cheese with onion rings, it doesn't mix well."

"I ate pineapple with pepperoni, didn't I?"

"No, you ate the essence of pineapple with pepperoni."

"It's literally the same thing."

"It's literally not."

"Neal, I want grilled cheese. I want onion rings. Write it down, or I'm going to tell Belle you broke that vase in the front hall."

"You broke the vase?" Henry laughed gleefully. "Oh, shit, she's going to blow her lid! How'd that happen?"

"Floor hockey," Neal said at the same time Emma said, "Football."

The smile slowly slid off Henry's face. "You know what? It's okay, I don't need to know."

"Hmph," Ruby snorted. "I haven't 'played floor hockey' in a while."

"Okay, thank you, Ruby!" Neal said loudly as Henry started dividing three hundred-forty-two by thirteen to distract his mind. "Here's your notepad, with our orders—should I send Henry up to get them when they're ready, or…?"

"Point taken," Ruby said, rolling her eyes. "I'll be back, guys."

Emma pinched her forefingers to the bridge of her nose, humiliated. "Okay, let's just get this out of the way, make the official announcement, and then never talk about it in front of the kid again."

Neal cleared his throat. "Henry."

"Dad."

"Me and her? Happening."

"Awesome."

"Great." Neal turned Emma, abruptly changing the subject. "Graham's been bitching at me. Again."

Emma frowned, lifting her head. "About what?"

"He's complaining that I don't do anything," Neal scoffed. "But come on, like there's really that much to do? The only criminal in town is Will Scarlet, and all he does is break into the library!"

"And Leroy," Emma said. "Don't forget Leroy."

"Who cares about Leroy?" Neal asked the ceiling.

"No one," Emma agreed. "Don't worry about Graham, though, okay? He's just uptight, it's just his way. He's got to have everything just so."

"It's obnoxious."

"Uh, yeah." Emma shook her head. "You know, he jumped down my throat because he didn't like the way I organized the files?"

"Why, how'd you organize them?"

"Well…I didn't."

Neal shrugged. "Nothing wrong with that."

Emma smiled at him. "See?" she said, pointing her finger. "This is why I like you."

Ruby brought them their food ten minutes later, balancing all three plates on a tray, and her phone in her other hand. She hurried over to them, heels clattering, and shoved the tray at Neal.

"Take it, take it! I'm buzzing!" she exclaimed, frantically checking her vibrating phone.

"Okay, but I get half your tip tonight," Neal told her, handing Emma and Henry their plates. "Who are you talking to, anyway?"

Ruby wiggled her eyebrows. "Who indeed?" she said mysteriously, then erupted into giggles as she read her screen. "So…sassy," she said, shaking her head as she typed back, absently walking away.

Neal turned to Emma, pointing a French fry at her. "I'll bet you ten bucks it's Hook."

"Oh, come on, that's too easy," she complained, tearing the crust of her sandwich.

Henry stuck his fork in his lasagna, grimacing at the clammy texture. He carefully poked a hole through the top layer, peeling it off to see the curdled cheese underneath. "God," he gagged, pushing it away from him. Tony must have been going senile. How did you mess up cheese lasagna?

Emma lifted his plate and deposited it on the empty table behind them, while Neal pushed his French fries to the center for Henry to pick on.

"We might have to stop coming here," he said. "I feel like Tony's getting old."

"Here—" Emma dumped her onion rings onto the plate. "I don't want 'em. They taste weird with grilled cheese. Don't!" she added fiercely as Neal snapped his head up, smiling triumphantly. "Don't."

Neal held up his hands in surrender. "I wasn't going to say anything," he grinned. Henry snorted, prompting Neal to start laughing, despite his best efforts. Emma glowered at her sandwich.

"I hate you guys," she muttered, making them laugh harder. "Stop." They laughed harder still, pointing at her and cracking up as her temper flared. "Guys—!"

"Phillip, please!"

Their laughter faded as the three of them whipped their heads in the other direction, watching Phillip stalk away from Aurora, slamming the door shut behind him. Aurora stared at the door for a minute, then fell to her knees, crying softly. They watched her for another minute, all three wondering whether they should do something….and ultimately deciding against it.

"I'm sure she'll be fine," Neal shrugged.

"She's a fighter," Emma agreed.

"I believe in her," Henry said earnestly.

They tried to ignore her growing sobs, attempting to talk over the noise, but Aurora's heartbroken wails turned to desperate pleas and cries, louder than anything els in the diner. Eventually, Neal tossed down his napkin and a few bills.

"Let's go home," he said. "Diner food sucks, anyway."

"Yeah, I'm not really feeling this grilled cheese," Emma said, standing up. "I could really go for some Cheerios."

"No, let''s order pizza," Henry argued. "I want pizza."

"Pizza's fine by me," Emma shrugged. "Neal?"

"Pizza's good," he said, tugging his coat on. "But we're not ordering the essence of anchovies, so don't even ask."

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