Happy birthday Emma

I've had a couple of people ask me for an Emma or Henry birthday so here it is!

Emma groaned as she felt herself coming to. She never had been a morning person. She opened her eyes, admitting defeat, and blinking up at the ceiling, allowing herself to wake up properly.

"Happy birthday to me." She muttered under her breath. She didn't expect anything, she never had. She only knew today was her birthday because of the cheap card and bar of chocolate her social worker had dropped off every year wherever she was. She tried to push herself up on the bed, but found something weighing down the quilt which made it hard to move her legs. She looked down and gasped. There was what looked like a mountain of gifts on her bed. She blinked a few times and rubbed her eyes before looking back again. Nope, it was certainly real. Then, her door opened.

"Happy birthday to you," Her mom started, carrying in a tray of food.

"Happy birthday to you," Her dad continued, carrying in a glass of orange juice in one hand and Neal in his other arm.

"Happy birthday dear mo-om." Henry added, carrying in a breakfast muffin with a lit candle stuck into it.

"Happy birthday to you!" They all sang together, crowding round her bed. Snow sat on the spare side of the bed once she'd placed the tray on Emma's lap and the things David and Henry had carried had been added. Henry sat at the foot of the bed and David pulled over a chair and gently cradled Neal in his arms. Emma was in complete shock. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before.

"Make a wish, sweetheart." Snow prompted, nodding to the muffin. Emma pulled herself back together slightly to blow out the candle, causing the others to burst into applause.

"Happy birthday, honey." David said, pressing a small kiss to the side of her head. Emma's mouth was hanging open in shock.

"You- you knew?" She asked. Snow gave a light chuckle.

"Well of course we knew! I'm hardly likely to forget your birth, am I?" Snow said raising an eyebrow. "There were no painkillers back home, and you weren't small…"

"Oh this breakfast looks lovely!" Emma diverted. She was not going to have that conversation.

"Never mind the breakfast!" Henry said impatiently. "You need to open your presents! Start with mine, mom!" All three adults laughed.

"I need to eat this, kid, or it'll get cold. I'll open the presents straight after, ok? And I'll start with yours. But all of you, you really didn't need to get me anything…"

"Hush," Snow said grabbing a forkful of scrambled eggs and shoving it in her mouth to stop her from talking. "Of course we did! You don't think I was going to miss twenty eight of my daughter's birthdays and then not go all out?" Snow teased. Emma rolled her eyes, swallowing the eggs.

"Ok, ok. I won't complain. Don't want you to choke me…" Snow gave a near identical eye roll.

"And that won't be your only cake today. It's just the starter. We have a lot of birthday cakes to make up for so there'll be one at lunch and then one at the party tonight." Snow said, in a matter of fact tone. Emma's eyes widened in horror.

"A party? Oh guys that's really kind but I'm not really…"

"Going to have a choice." David butted in. "Again, we missed out on a lot of birthday parties. Don't worry, it'll just be a relatively small affair at Granny's." David assured her. Emma relaxed slightly, and continued to eat her breakfast.

When she had finished, she started with opening her gifts. Starting with the one from Henry, as promised.

"Aww, thanks kid!" Emma said, touched as she held the keyring lovingly.

"I made it myself in school." He said proudly. Emma pulled him over and kissed his head.

"I love it." She said happily. "I'll attach it as soon as I'm out of bed."

Emma continued to open the mountain of presents from her parents (and a couple from her brother apparently). She couldn't get over how much thought and effort they'd put into all of the gifts.

"These are amazing." Emma said quietly. Snow reached out and squeezed her hand.

"You deserved it." Snow suddenly got up from the bed. "There's one more present left to give." Snow said, to the side of Emma's wardrobe. She took something hanging there and brought it out. Emma gasped. It was a ball gown. One of the most beautiful ones she had ever seen.

"We decided tonight should be a proper ball." Snow explained. "We can have this altered quickly before tonight if need be, but I think it'll fit just fine. I have a pretty good eye." Snow said with a grin. Emma smiled back, touched. She looked carefully at the dress.

"You know," She began. "I've never worn a dress like that before. I'll need some help getting into it. Think you would give me a hand when needed, mom?" Emma asked her. Snow nearly burst into tears.

"I'd love to." She told her. David got up and patted Henry's shoulder.

"Take your mom's tray, buddy." He told him. "I suggest we get out of here before things get really girly!"