Boys will be boys
A guest reviewer wanted a oneshot of the Charming guys. Please forgive me if these 2 teams wouldn't play in the same league or whatever you guys would call it. I'm not American as some of my spelling may have already told you!
"So Gramps," Henry said, flopping down on the couch. "What's the plan for today?" Emma had decided her mom needed a break, and had taken her out for a day at the Storybrooke spa. Leaving David to look after both Henry and Neal for the day.
"Today buddy," David said, setting both a bowl of popcorn and doritos with salsa down on the table "we are introducing your uncle to football." Henry's whole face lit up. Neither of his moms had been particularly into football, so he'd never really had someone to watch it with.
"Alright!" He said, throwing his fist in the air. David held a finger to his lips frantically.
"Careful!" He whispered. "We don't want him waking up too long before the game. Otherwise he'll be asleep before the end again. We wouldn't want him falling asleep during his first game, would we?" Henry grinned at his grandpa.
"No, we certainly would not." He said in a hushed tone. "Who's playing?" David took the remote and got it onto the right channel, so he could make sure everything was ready on time. Coincidentally Neal was normally awake about five minutes before the game started.
"It's a college game." David explained. "Iowa State Cyclones vs the Florida Gators."
"Awesome, who are we rooting for?" Henry asked, seeing as his team wasn't in the game. David raised his eyebrow at him.
"Cyclones of course! They were the first team I was introduced to as a young David Nolan. I wasn't really into football, and I had a friend who was a majorsupporter of the Cyclones. Every so often when they were watching a game I'd play along and support with them and they became my team." David told his grandson. "I suppose they're still my team as Prince David."
Henry grew more and more excited as the game drew closer. This was awesome! There was no way either of his moms or his grams would let him drink as much as his grandpa was willing to let him, providing he didn't tell any of those ladies. David was right, exactly five minutes before the game Neal's baby monitor alerted him to Neal's wakened whimpers. He left and got his son, changing him and bringing him into the room just in time for the game to start,
"Ok little buddy," He said softly, Neal cradled in his arms. "Might as well start teaching you from the beginning. You'll pick it up eventually. So you see, there are eleven guys on each side, offense and defence. Each team is trying to get the ball into the other's end zone. A score is either a touchdown- when someone runs it in or catches it there- for 6 points. A field goal- when they kick it through the goalposts- for 3 points. Or a safety…don't ask… for 2 points. Lots of nit-picky rules, but that's the gist." David turned to his grandson. "That sound about right to you?" He asked. Henry gave a satisfied nod.
"Sounds great."
"Oh, one more thing." David added. "We're sticking up for the guys in red, ok little man?"
The game went on and there were many cheers and boos from both Henry and David as the Cyclones and the Gators battled it out. It came down to the final minutes, and the Cyclones won by just one touchdown.
"Alright!" Henry called, again raising his fist in the air. "Go Cyclones!" David chuckled, reaching over and patting Henry on the back.
That's my boy!" He told him. Neal made a little whimper, causing David to chuckle again. "Yes, you're my boy too. Want to watch while your daddy shows your nephew how to really tackle someone?" Henry nearly hit the ceiling with excitement.
"Seriously?!" He asked. David nodded.
"Sure, it'll give me some practise for when Neal comes at me. Besides, I think you're due some football lessons from your old gramps. Let's just get Neal a safe distance away and move the furniture a bit…" Henry nodded enthusiastically, springing up, ready for action. What neither of them were aware of us they moved the coffee table was Snow and Emma could see everything through the window. The stood in silence, knowing moving furniture could only mean bad things.
"Come back in a few hours?" Emma asked her mom.
"Yup, let's go." Snow replied, as they both turned swiftly on their heels, not wanting to know what was going on in there. Snow rolled her eyes. Boys would be boys.