A/N: Hello everybody! I decided to write this because of so many Swan Thief feels because of Manhattan. This will probably be a 3-4 shot with a possible sequel (or two...) I don't know how far I plan on going with this. I'll see where my muse takes me.

Emma groggily dragged herself out of bed, careful not to disturb Henry sleeping beside her. The kid was out like a light and she was more than grateful for that. For one, they were all put through the emotional ringer the day before and it was a bit too much for an eleven year old to handle so he needed the sleep. And for another, she didn't feel like answering any more questions Henry had about Neal...at least not yet.

Although she explained why she lied Henry did still give her a bit of a cold shoulder, even after he spent a little while talking with Neal. She realized now that probably made him even more mad at her. Neal was a very charming man and Henry was very much his father's son. So needless to say, they got along quite well despite the initial awkwardness of their new discovery of each other.

It was all very tense. Neal, or Bae or whatever his name was, didn't want Gold around. Emma didn't want to be around Neal but Henry was more than content to stay and talk with his father all day.

Henry and Neal stayed out on the fire escape for a little while, leaving Emma in a terribly awkward position with Gold. She could tell by the look on his face that things had not gone well with his son and that he probably had questions as to how and why his son is her son's father.

When they did come back in, Neal completely ignored his father's presence and it wasn't too long after that that Emma could not take the tension and left with Henry and Gold in toe.

Emma rubbed her hand over her face and groaned at the coffee maker on the counter but the lack of coffee in the hotel room.

After throwing on a semi public acceptable outfit she made her way down to the small dining area where they were serving breakfast. She made coffee for herself and picked up a few bagels to bring back to the room for herself and Henry.

When she got back to the room she placed the bagels on the table and then collapsed into the chair, clutching desperately at her coffee.

She stared distantly at the small wooden table and even forgot about the coffee she dragged herself all the way downstairs to get. Though over the last eleven years thoughts of Neal had been few and far between, for the last 16 hours, since she tackled him to the ground, he hadn't left it. All the anger she felt toward him resurfaced, all the hurt too and even more so now that she learned he was Rumplestiltskin's son. All those years ago she thought she knew Neal but now she realized she knew absolutely nothing about him. That guy she fell in love with was not the same guy living just blocks away.

A year ago when Henry came back into her life, her life changed drastically. She was thrust into her son's life again, brought back to a magical town, befriended her own mother, broke a curse, travelled to the land she originally came from and fought ogres and evil sorceresses and pirates...and the one thing that she thought was normal in her life was her past with Neal. Even though it broke her heart when he left, it wasn't like she hadn't been left before. She thought her biological parents abandoned her. All her foster families abandoned her. Neal was just another person on that list. But he wasn't. He was from that land too. She was the savior of a curse that was created to find him.

Emma closed her eyes and rested the untouched coffee on the table before resting her arms over the table and burying her head between them.

She didn't know how long she actually stayed that way but when she lifted her head at the sound of Henry's voice there was definitely a crick in her neck.

Henry, still dressed in pajamas and his eyes still trying to blink away sleep, stood on the opposite side of the table. Emma was a little relieved to see concern in his eyes.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah." She sighed after a moment, rubbing her neck. "I'm okay." A small, reassuring smile crossed her lips and Henry's lips tugged up in response before he slid into the chair.

Emma grabbed her coffee and nodded to the plate of bagels in the center of the table. "I got you breakfast, kid."

"Thanks." Henry murmured and reached for one of the bagels.

Emma watched him, a slight frown on her face as he absentmindedly played with the bagel instead of eating it. "Hey, kid." She called and Henry lifted his head. "Are you okay?"

Henry bit his lip softly but nodded quietly. Emma gave him a skeptical look and he just smiled and began to nibble on his bagel.

"You know you can have something on it." Emma remarked lightly, trying to lift the mood as she smirked and pushed a knife and some butter packets to him.

Henry met her eyes and smirked back and her stomach dropped. For a split second, she could have sworn she was staring back at Neal. She lightly shook her head and took a sip of her coffee as Henry began to butter his bagel.

They ate quietly, only making a few small general comments here and there, staying clear of anything that had to do with Neal or Bae or Gold.

"So." Emma started, leaning across the table after they had finished. Henry raised his brow expectantly, waiting to here what his mother had to say. "We have another day here at least. New York is one of the greatest cities and I think you should see it. What do you say?"

Henry pressed his lips together, his little brow furrowing in thought. Emma blinked in astonishment as she watched him mull it over. Was he truly that mad at her that he'd rather spend a whole day in a hotel room than see the city with her?

But as it turned out, as usual with Henry, his mind was going somewhere else. "Okay." He agreed. "But...can we bring Neal?"

Emma gaped at him for a moment before composing herself. "Henry." She sighed heavily. "I don't know..."

"Please." Henry sat up in his chair and stared at her with a look he must have known she couldn't refuse. "I want to spend time with my dad."

Great. She thought. He was playing the guilt trip on her. She did just want to have a day that would distract her from Neal, a day where it would just be her and Henry. But she realized, now that Henry and Neal knew about each other there would be no more just her and Henry. And she did agree to let Neal into Henry's life and to keep it as mess-free as possible. Though she didn't know how likely that was if Henry always insisted they all spend quality time together.

"Henry, he may not even want to go." Emma tried to reason but instantly regretted it at the sight of Henry's crestfallen face. The way Henry attached to his grandfather Emma knew he was so eager to have a father of his own and one that loved him. As much as she hated it, she needed to give Neal and Henry that chance.

"But we could ask." Emma offered up and Henry's face brightened again and despite the feeling of dread building up inside of her at the thought of having to spend time with Neal, she couldn't help the small smile on her face at seeing Henry happy.

"I'll go get dressed!" Henry cried as he hopped off the chair and took off toward the bedroom.

Emma shook her head as she watched him go.

They were in for one hell of a long day.