Killian

Emma will be in the hospital for awhile. In the mean time, its best for me to use my time wisely to unravel the truth with Henry. There are too much questions I want to know to understand the reason why Emma did this to me.

I took out a few ingredients in the kitchen to make some breakfast. 'Henry is still asleep...I must play along this carefully and right...' I removed a large bowl out of the dish washer and poured the basic ingredients for the batter: milk, flour, eggs, and skim milk. While stirring the batter with an egg whisk, I turned the stereo. I spun around with the song "Numb".

I took out a pan out of the oven and placed it on the stove. I stirred the batter continuously and danced along with the song madly.

"You like the Linkin Park?"

I looked up. Its Henry. I immediately stopped what I was doing, embarrassed of what he just witnessed. "M-moring, mate. How did you sleep?"

Henry rubbed his eyes. "Okay. What you cooking?"

"Pancakes. You want to give me a hand?"

"Sure." He came by my side.

I pointed to the kitchen cabinet behind my shoulder. "Can you reach that cabinet?"

He nodded. "Yeah. What do you need?"

"The package of Nestle mini chocolates. You like mini chocolate pancakes?"

Henry went on his tip toes and opened the cabinet I pointed to. He grabbed the bag that's hidden behind the new jars of peanut butter. "Are you kidding? That's like saying I don't know this band?"

"I didn't know you knew the Linkin Park. Are you a fan?"

Henry shook his head. "No. Just something I listen to with my dad."

'Finally some good information to gather.' I took the bag from his hands. "What other songs do you listen to with him?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. Frankly I don't remember the last time I spent time with dad...By the way, how do you know my mom?"

I lowered my eyes as I stirred the batter. "I'm just her friend. We met at a charity party and we really hit it off. She told me a lot about you. Are you two close?" I have to lie I can't just say "I'm your mum's optional husband-to-be" or "your mum is a gold digger, what's wrong with your life?".

"No we're not that close...Hugh. That's odd, I never knew mum talked about me to people she's just acquainted with."

"What is it liked when your mum and dad were married."

Henry shook his head. "Oh no. Mom and dad never got married. You know what I mean, they were just in that crazy teenage life crisis. A.k.a. Unexpected pregnancy. They went through a lot to settle things down, I don't think grandma and granpa were a big fan of my dad...Well, they certainly aren't now either after he left me and my mom. So much for him trying to get along with them. - Music is a secret memory I keep to myself. Mom and dad always go outside for long walks, and we always listen to music from open door stores and record shops...I don't fully remember the things back when dad used to be here with me and mom, but music always reminds me about him. Mom doesn't like the music she hears in the street; she thinks they are inappropriate and unsafe for me to listen to. So listening to "street music" with my dad was a little secret between us; he sometimes tells me about the artists we're listening even though I don't understand a word he was saying. But they all are memorable to me, because I could never have that back."

The expression on his face hurts me deeply. I myself had a father once, but I never had a close relationship with him like what Henry has with his father. My father was all about money and large cans of beer. That's all there was about him. Even when I was born, mum was the only one who tried to hide the dark sides of my father. But he just carelessly just unravels the dark shadow beneath him, showing me how he is capable of ruining our family, hurting my mom and me, and...warning me that the only way to get out of it is to run... The look on Henry's face is the expression I wish had the day I kneeled beside my father's dead body. That day instead there was no tears nor sorrow but relief and joy that there is a chance for me to change my life, and runaway from being the son of the alcoholic bastard.

I dropped my hand on Henry's shoulder. "I'm sorry about your dad, Henry."

"Thanks. I mean I be lying if I said I got over it years ago, or that I'm able to just live on without my dad. But then again all I care about right now is for mom to wake up and go back home so I could take care of her. I'll making sure this time she is not getting out of that house till she gets plenty of rest."

"Sounds like a plan. Come on, let's finish making breakfast."

~ After breakfast Henry returned to his room to freshen up. So far I gathered quite a lot of information about Henry's father. Baelfire. What an odd name? The two ran away home. Never got married. Emma got pregnant and the couple started stealing to survive in that crummy apartment. How unfortunate that a young, intelligent kid like Henry is unable to live without his oh so Great Father. Now I'm getting the bottom of this, though. I understand now why Emma just threw herself off, losing her pride and become a gold-digger. From what I heard and witnessed from Henry and herself, it is clear there isn't greed for just wealth and money, it is for financial help to save the family. I went through the same situation as well, and the solution for it got resolved easily for me. But for Emma is different, there is a child involved in her problems.

I love Emma. But I don't think I can be strong enough to swallow the fact all she is after is money for her son's future. I don't know yet if the other reasons is that she also loves me. Plus, I can't imagine me becoming a stepfather to a kid I hardly know. Henry is a good kid so far according to the hours he's been staying here. But he is also vulnerable and extremely broken after his father left his life for good, I doubt he is ready to accept a strange man to take his father's place...I'm just frankly lost...

I took my cell phone out of my pocket and dialed the number for the hospital.

"Hello? This is Kingsly St. Hospital. May I help you?" A receptionist answered.

"Yes, this is Killian Jones. My fiancée was hospitalized there last night. Her name is Emma Swan. I just called to see if she woke up."

"Can you please hold, sir? It will only take a moment."

"Alright."

After a short moment, the receptionist answered the phone again. "Mr. Jones, I'm afraid Miss Swan is still incautious from the surgery. Dr. Harris also informed me to tell you that he will call you at lunch time."

"Can I visit her? Her son is just dying to see her."

"Of course, sir. Visiting hours ends at eleven pm. If that's all sir, I wish you a good morning."

"You too, good bye." I hung up the phone and placed it back in my pocket.