Lost
Sof asked for a oneshot of Emma keeping Henry and him getting lost in a mall.
"Henry!" Emma called out frantically. She pushed people out of the way left right and centre trying to find her two year old. He had been right behind her in the queue, how had he gone missing?! What if someone had taken him? What if he'd wondered out onto the street and got hit by a car? What if he was lying on the ground now or fighting against some stranger screaming for his mommy? What if social services found out and took him from Emma? She had fought so hard to keep him. They had told her she was too young- that an eighteen year old ex con couldn't be a good mom. What if they were all right and the best thing Emma could have done for him was give him up for adoption? "Please help me!" Emma cried out. "I've lost my son! Please, he's just a baby! I need to find him!" But nobody seemed willing to help the hysterical mother. She was just a nuisance getting in the way of them doing their shopping. But then she heard it, the announcement that was like music to her ears.
"Would the mother of Henry Swan please report to the checkouts." Emma didn't need told twice. She sprinted through the crowds, weaving in and out as fast as humanly possible. Then she saw him. He was standing there with a scary looking woman who had her hand firmly on his shoulder.
"Henry!" Emma called out. She dropped to her knees as he broke free from the woman and ran into her arms.
"There mama!" He called excitedly. Emma planted lots of kisses all over his face.
"Never do that to me again!"
"We found your brother by the toys. Please be careful next time." The scary woman said gruffly.
"He's not my brother, he's my son. But yes, I will most definitely be more careful, thank you." Emma couldn't believe she'd thought for even a second that giving him up would have been best. Henry was her son, and with her he would always stay.