Emma locked the door of her yellow bug, and walked into Granny's Diner, taking short, quick steps. She was nervous about going there, afraid that people already knew. Emma didn't even tell her parents yet, Mary Margaret and David. Emma entered through the doors, the bell ringing as she walked in. She found Henry sitting in his usual booth, and sat across from him.
"Hey kid," Emma said with a smile. Henry put his mug down that he was drinking from, and looked up at her.
"Hi mom, I thought you were at work?" Henry asked, wondering why his mom was here instead of at the Sheriff's Station working her shift.
"Uh, I was," Emma said, as she bit her bottom lip. A nervous habit that she's developed over time. "But I came here to pick you up and bring you home. Daddy and I have something we want to discuss with you." Emma said. It was strange for her to call Neal "Daddy" in front of Henry. All she knew was that she wanted him to hear from her first, instead of his grandparents. She watched as Henry's emotions changed from surprised, to curious.
"I'm okay with that, are we leaving now?" Henry asked as he took another sip of his hot chocolate.
"Soon, I'll let you finish your drink." She told him. Henry smiled, drinking more of the warm liquid. Emma watched Henry nervously, afraid of how he would react to the news. The news was quite heavy for an eleven year old to take in, and she had to make sure he was ready. A couple of minutes later, Henry finished the hot chocolate. Emma waved Ruby down so she could pay. After she paid, Emma got up carefully from the table.
"Alright kiddo, are you ready?" She asked Henry. Henry nodded, and grabbed his backpack from the seat next to him, and slung a strap over his shoulder. "Let's go home," Emma said as she patted Henry on the back, leading him out of the Diner, and to her car.
Several minutes later, they arrived back at their apartment. Neal was already sitting at the table in the living room, tapping his fingers against the wooden surface. When he saw Emma and Henry walk through the door, he got up from where he was sitting, and stumbled to get away from the table. Emma walked over to Neal, greeting him with a hug.
"Are you ready to tell him?" She whispered into his ear, not wanting Henry to overhear them. Neal nodded, although a tight knot in his stomach had already begun to form as he was waiting for his wife and son to come home. He took a deep breath, and stepped away from Emma. He shoved his hands in his jean pockets, and walked over to Henry. Emma followed Neal's movements, and stood beside her husband, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey Henry," Neal started, his breathing unsteady from the nervousness that started to build up. Henry looked up at his dad, concerned.
"Yeah?" He asked, curious. He wondered what his parents had to tell him. Neal pressed his hands to his face, covering his nose as he shut his eyes. Henry started to worry that this news wasn't good.
"Uh, you're mom and I, we're uh…we're…" Neal began, stammering a bit. He wiped the palms of his hands on the front of his jeans.
"You will be a big brother Henry," Emma finished, trying to smile. She watched as Henry's expressions changed. He seemed happy at first, but then something happened. Henry knitted his eyebrows, and scrunched up his nose. Uh-oh, this isn't a good sign, Emma thought upon seeing Henry's reaction. She swallowed back air, hoping for the best.