Little Do You Know

Twelve

The following day Emma awoke to the sound of laughter and the smell of breakfast being made.
Emma changed into a pair of grey sweats and a loose white tank-top.

"Goodmorning, mom!" Henry screeched and ran for his tired mother.

"Hi." Emma responded. "d'you miss me?"

"Yeah! They wouldn't let me have ice cream after dinner." Henry pouted.

"You don't know what you're talking about." Regina scoffed sarcastically. Emma giggled.

"I have like $40 dollars in my wallet, feel free to take it." Emma said politely.

"Emma, no, we couldn't." Mary Margaret said. "especially right now. You need to support Henry as much as you can. And support yourself, too."

"Thank you for your hospitality but it's just loose change. Take it."

"How in the world is $40 dollars loose change?!" Regina screeched.

"Just take the fricking money! Jesus!" Emma said back.

"You'll have to shove that money down my bra or up my ass to get me to take it." Regina said challengingly.

"Huh? Are you making this a game?" Emma challenged back. "Henry, lock the doors and shut the window." She whispered to him, surprisingly the two ladies notice the secret conversation between the boy and his mother.

"Henry, can you go shut the window? It's getting cold in here." Emma said. Then winked at him while Regina had her back turned. Emma began fixing herself a plate of bacon, eggs, a biscuit, and a cup of orange juice.

After breakfast they were all sitting around the TV playing a game of would you rather?.

"Would you rather be a teacher or a man?" Henry asked while giggling.

"A man!" Emma yelled while throwing a pillow at him.

"I'm tired of this game. Plus, it's almost noon and David is probably wondering where I am." Mary Margaret said. Regina nodded in agreement and the ladies both left. Emma and Henry snuggled together on the big couch. They watched I Am Legend.

Once home, Regina went to hop into the shower when she found a crinkled up $20 bill in her bra.

"How the fu- damn that Swan!" She yelled.

And the same went for Mary Margaret. Except, Mary Margaret found hers in her pants pocket. How in the world Emma did that? Storybrooke may never know.
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Yay! An update! Enjoy!

Special thanks to my sister - fiftyshadesofregal for helping make this chapter possible. Love you, Emerson!

-LeAnna & Emerson