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Chapter 3 of Turkey Season: Henry's Mission

"You really don't have to come with me if you don't want to. I'm pretty sure that running to the store to do Mary-Margaret's last minute shopping for tomorrow's dinner isn't exactly what you wanna do."

Emma was walking down the street with Mary-Margaret's shopping list curled up in one hand and gripping Killian's hand with the other, nodding at several of the townspeople that waved as they walked by. Killian made a face at her and shot a lofty glance over his shoulder back at the apartment before looking back at her.

"You really think I want to stay alone in the apartment with your parents, love? They interrogate me when you're present; I hate to guess what they would do without you there."

She knew he was teasing, his eyes were twinkling with bad humor but there was some truth ringing in his words. Sure, her parents were being way chill about her dating a pirate, something she was sure wouldn't have flown had she been raised in a palace in the Enchanted Forest, but poor Killian had been in the hot seat his last couple of visits and had left verbally exhausted the last several nights. He always came back the next day, though, much to Emma's surprise. She wasn't sure if it was Mary-Margaret's cooking or the fact that they were becoming conjoined at the hip, but regardless of the reason she was always happy to see him.

"It's almost three. Shall we swing by and wait for Henry to be done with school and then drag him along with us on this merry, little adventure?"
"Yep, that's kind of what I was thinking," Emma smiled up at him loving the friendship that had built between her son and the man she was falling in love with. Killian and her had their alone time, of course, but Killian was always quick to invite Henry along to anything. It had surprised Emma to see a sort of paternal side come out in Killian of all people but it was welcome and she wasn't going to question it.

He flashed a grin back at her and raised her knuckles to his face, grazing his lips against her skin in a light kiss. She felt that tingling feeling shoot through her body and she bit her lip to keep from shivering.

Killian had suggested moving slow so they could develop their relationship and build it on more than physical interaction and attraction but Emma wasn't sure how much longer she could hold out before she snuck out in the middle of the night to sneak onto his ship and have her way with him. The fact that she was thinking of such a thing made her laugh because she never would have thought that her, the ever guarded Emma Swan, would want to freely give the most vulnerable side of herself to someone so easily but Killian did that to her.

They came upon the school just then and she led them over to one of the benches that faced the doors so they didn't have to wait standing. It was snippy and frigid and she wasn't going to stand in the middle of that if she could snuggle under Killian's arm and absorb his body heat instead. He smiled as she maneuvered herself against his body and he dropped his hand from hers so she could wedge herself in easier.

"Comfortable?"
"Yes, very. Your coat is making a crunchy noise though."

To emphasize her point she burrowed her head against his jacket and he winced when he felt the corner of folded paper poke his ribs. He put his hand down in his inner coat pocket and pulled out the blue piece of paper David had handed off to him when he'd picked Emma up from the office.

"What's that?"
"This? This is David's shopping list."
"Oooh, what's his look like?"
"Rather adult like."

Emma gave him a questioning glance and reached for the paper but he held it back over his shoulder, a teasing glint gleaming in his eye. He pointed at his cheek with his hook and gave her that puppy dog face of his which only caused her to roll her eyes.

"Really?"
"Pucker up, love. It's only a kiss."

She kissed his cheek the same time her hand snaked around his neck and up his arm for the paper.

"Gross. Is there any way you two can keep it to yourselves?"

Both adults looked up in surprise to see Henry standing in front of them with his arms crossed over his chest and his brows raised.

"I mean, we're on school property. There are kids around?"
"Hey, kid," Emma smiled and he rolled his eyes as the pirate fixed him a cheeky grin, his glance falling back on someone over Henry's shoulder.

"Who's the lass, Henry?"

Henry looked over to see Grace standing with Gretel a ways behind him and looking in their direction like she'd watched the whole interaction between Killian and Emma. She smiled and gave him a small wave and he waved back nonchalantly before turning his attention back to his mom and her boyfriend.

"That's just Grace."
"Ah, lad take a lesson now. Never refer to a girl with the word "just" thrown into the introduction…she looks like she likes you."

Henry let out a long suffering sigh. Just what he needed. Love lessons from Captain Hook.

"What are you two doing here anyway?"
"Just wanted to see if you wanted to do some of Mary-Margaret's shopping with us for tomorrow's dinner," Emma answered as she stood up from the bench with Killian following suit, saving her son from any further advice he had to bestow upon the twelve year old.

"As fun as that sounds I was actually going to stop by my mom's if that's okay. We did a project today in class and I made two; one for you and one for her. I think she'd appreciate it if I gave hers to her privately."

"Well, okay. Just be home by 5:30 for dinner. It's spaghetti night."

Emma pulled Henry into a quick hug and gave him a smile as he turned down the street where they had just walked from. She watched him until he disappeared from view before glancing back at Killian who was rubbing the stubble on his chin as if he was thinking of something.

"I think your boy is scheming, love. He's got a face on him if I've ever seen one."
"You're kidding right? If he was scheming, I'd be in on it." She lit him with a smile and reached for the paper he still held in his hand, "speaking of secrets…"

She gently ripped the paper from his fingers and he just smirked at her as she unfolded it and began to read it. Her brow furrowed as she continued down the list before fixing him a scrutinizing look.

"This isn't David's list. It has nothing but alcohol on it."
"I swear on my mother's grave your father gave this to me."
"Seriously?"
"I swear it," Hook said and she saw in his eyes, save the amusement, that he was being honest.
"Damn. I wonder what he's preparing for?"
"I don't know for sure, love, but I'd put my wagers on either Storybrooke having a civil war or us having a very interesting Thanksgiving tomorrow. Either that or David is finally going pirate. I see he has four different suggestions for rum on here…none of which are standard. Yes, I'm going to have to fix this."

Henry walked toward Regina's house with a smile on his face hardly believing that of all people, Mary-Margaret had sent him on a mission. Last night his grandmother, Snow White, the pure heart, had asked him to invite his mother, the Evil Queen, over for Thanksgiving, an act that had surprised him and made him instantly suspicious of her. She'd seemed nonchalant…relaxed even when she'd asked how he'd feel about it but he could tell from her eyes that her mind was going one hundred miles a minute and that meant only one thing: she was involved in some sort of operation and judging by the eye roll Henry could literally hear David give from his seat in the sitting room, she was a lone wolf.

"I guess that'd be great…beats going from house to house," he'd finally answered honestly and he watched in amusement as his grandma shot a look to the living room that seemed to scream an I-told-you-so. David hadn't responded with anything more than a casual flip of the page to the book he was reading.

"Well, why don't you invite her over then? We'll have plenty of food and drinks-"

A choking noise had come from the living room at that point and Mary-Margaret and Henry had turned their attention toward David who was turning red from suppressed laughter. Mary-Margaret had only shaken her head at him before turning back to her grandson who had raised a brow at his gramps losing it. Obviously everyone was up to something.

"And maybe we can play games or something?"
"Games?" Henry had asked trying to imagine his mother, the Evil Queen, playing Monopoly with the Charmings, Emma and Killian around the dinner table. It was a pleasant thought at first until someone was bound to heatedly accuse someone of sneaking money from the banker or someone bought someone's property from underneath them. The idea of fireballs and swords battling it out in the living room wasn't exactly his idea of making family memories.
"Well, maybe not games," Mary-Margaret said as if she was envisioning the same scenario in her head, "But we can at least do something."

He had studied her, curious as to what her plot was. He knew a schemer when he saw one and she was smart about it. He knew she was asking him to ask Regina because the woman could never deny Henry anything. It was a clever move on her part and one that he greatly admired.

"Okay, I'll ask."
"Really?"
"Yes. As long as no one's blowing someone up it shouldn't be that bad."

He now stood in the front yard of his home, the white house looking somewhat imposing like some sort of fortress among the more cozy houses that lined the block. Taking a deep breath he was walking toward the door when he saw her out of the corner of his eye along the side of the house.

Changing his direction he walked toward Regina, her back to him as she picked apples from her enchanted tree that obviously held the power to produce fruit in the off season. Surprise, surprise. He stood and watched her for a moment as she calmly filled her basket and he was surprised to hear her faintly humming under her breath. It was rare he ever saw his mom this peaceful and he felt his heart fill with a fond kind of love for the woman. No matter what, she was his mom after all.

"Hey, Mom."

She turned around and her smile was immediate when she saw her son standing there, the only love she had left sparking in her brown eyes.

"Henry? What a nice surprise, what are you doing here?"

Henry just smiled at her and decided that to completely melt her heart, this was going to require a hug. He wordlessly stepped toward her and wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling her tense from surprise before she relaxed and settled her arms across the back of his shoulders.

"I just wanted to see you and well, I have an idea for Thanksgiving."
"Oh? Well, why don't you tell me what it is while we go inside? I didn't realize how chilly it was."

She adjusted her basket back up to her elbow and he followed after her as she headed toward the house. They walked through the foyer and dining room into the kitchen where he grabbed a bar stool while she rummaged through the cupboards for a fruit bowl.

"So how was school today?"
"It was fine, nothing special. We have the rest of the week off till next Monday, though, so that will be fun."
"Oh, you do?"
"Yep," Henry replied thinking that bit of information may be a good ultimatum for his upcoming proposal. "So I was wondering...how would you feel about both of us possibly doing Thanksgiving at David's and Mary-Margaret's this year?"

He watched Regina's back stiffen as if someone had just splashed cold water on her and he supposed in a metaphorical kind of way he had. He heard her draw in a breath before turning to face him with a stiff smile plastered across her face and several questions in her eyes.

"You want to have Thanksgiving at their place? With me?"
"Yeah, you know," Henry slowly shrugged, "It beats having to go to three different Thanksgivings and there's going to be plenty of food."

Regina frowned and Henry knew he had to pull the I'll-spend-the-night-on-one-of-my-days-off card if he was going to win anything past this point. He knew that their time alone together was something special to his mom considering that now she was splitting all the time she used to have with him between two other parents.

"If you do, we can always have a day for just the two of us and I can stay the night and we can stay up like old times."

A thoughtful look crossed Regina's face at his proposal and he knew he had her. He chewed on his bottom lip as she continued to mull it over and finally she exhaled a breath.

"And this is okay with David and Mary-Margaret?"
"It was Mary-Margaret's idea."
"Oh, really? What's she gonna do? Poison me?"

Henry gave her a smile, thinking that was a funny thing to say considering she was the only one in the entire town who'd ever successfully poisoned someone. She seemed to figure out what it was he was thinking because she gave him a wry grin before leaning against the counter, drawing her gaze up to his face.

"Okay, Henry. You win," she smiled and the corners of his mouth quirked up in victory before she continued. "Maybe I can bake us an apple pie or something."

Yeah, because that won't bring back bad memories or anything, he thought but the only thing he could do was smile and slide off the stool to give her a hug. After all, from her point of view it would appear she was walking into the lion's den.

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