Cursed Hearts

Cracks in the Glass

The ride back to the house was quite possibly the most awkward thing he had ever been through in his life. Henry drove Grace back home, in a hopeful silent apology for what had just happened concerning his mother. It wasn't like he could let her walk after a blowout like that. So, they drove down the road in complete and utter silence, not sure of what to say- what was there to say?

"She... She bought a pregnancy test, Henry. I love your mom, but she's a lunatic."

Instinctively, Henry laughed softly, quickly giving her a sideways glance and forcing himself to shut up.

"This is not funny! She knows we've had sex!"

"Well she's the evil queen! I know she's a little... Extreme."

"Extreme? Yeah, extreme." Grace muttered, "and she's probably going to tell my dad. I can say goodbye to that new phone."

Henry sighed, eyes mesmerized on the road in front of him. "I just want to know how the hell she found out," he said, "Emma and Killian will know too- do you know how awkward that would be? I'm actually looking forward to leaving back for Toronto."

It wasn't only them he was worried about finding out. Both of his mother's practically knew everyone in the town. Awkward wasn't even the beginning of it.

"I don't know," she replied, obviously flustered, "but if Regina tells the entire town about our sex life we may as well just pack our bags and head over to the Enchanted Forest."

Henry hated to see her that upset- he was too. They were young and careless; how stupid were they to believe that nobody would find the wrappers under his bed?

"I mean why not, the Enchanted Forest is where we're all from, right? It's been so long since the curse, I barely even remember living there. We don't belong here, Henry, we're trapped in a town where nobody can leave. I love your mother, and I love you, but I can't imagine being stuck in a town where everyone knows about my personal life. You're so lucky you can just leave whenever you want."

Though he wasn't looking at her, he could sense the emotion in her voice. Grace had a tough day; the hospital was getting stressful with all the new changes to the system. The stress obviously showed in her face- Henry suddenly felt horrible. They had this conversation before, and it never got any easier to talk about.

"Hey, look, I promised you that my mom and I could work something out. There has to be a way to be able to leave without loosing your memories; the only problem is making sure nobody comes in."

They then pulled up to the curb of her house, the towering mansion she shared with her father. Henry stopped the truck and turned to face her.

"You know what my grandpa says all the time... Everything we do comes at a price."

Grace rolled her eyes and took off her seatbelt. "Half of me doesn't even want to go into the real world. I mean as exciting as it is, it's all pretty intimidating. Besides, nothing can ever change the fact that I'm Grace Hatter, daughter of a lonely hat maker once known as the Mad Hatter. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to go back, to see where we used to live and stuff. It would be interesting."

That comment made Henry smile. The memory of the first time they had met still sparked in his mind- she asked to borrow his markers one day in fourth grade, and, well...

The rest was history. She still had the same rich yellow hair that stayed stick straight no matter what she did to it, the same tiny nose and the same identical blue eyes.
For a moment there, Henry had forgotten that his mother knew about his sex life.