A Potter In Storybrooke

Chapter 45 - Manhattan: Part 3

"Wait, who's this?"

"My son."

Henry looked at the man "Is that Baelfire?"

"I need you to stay in the other room for a little while longer, okay?" Emma said to Henry and quickly steering him back.

"Wait, how old are you?" Baelfire asked.

"Don't answer him."

"How old are you kid?" Baelfire shouted and Henry turned around, pulling away from Emma's grip.

"Eleven!"

Mary and Luna exchanged glances "Now, why is everyone yelling?"

"He's eleven." Baelfire look like he's on the verge of tears and he looked at Emma.

"Mom?"

"Is this my son?"

"No." Henry shook his head "My dad was a fireman. He died." Emma's face looked guilty as she walked forwards "That's what you told me. You said..."

"Is this my son?" Baelfire asked again.

"Yes." Emma whispered.

Henry slowly backed away before he climbed out of the window.

Hope looked at Emma in distrust "So you lied to him? About his father?" Emma didn't say anything and Hope scoffed before Emma went after Henry.

Emma followed after him went back inside.

"He wants to see you."

"You weren't gonna tell me about him."

"No, I wasn't."

"Yeah, well, he's my kid too. So you don't get to make that decision by yourself anymore."

"Great. Go talk to him then." She nodded towards the window, hands in her pocket. Baelfire looked out, seeing Henry and was about to walk over when Emma stopped him.

"Wait, don't break his heart."

"Trust me, I'm not gonna do to him what he did to me."

"And what you did to me."

Baelfire chuckled dryly "Okay, I get it, we're all messed up. What did you say we try to avoid that with him? All right?" He made his way towards the window.