A/N: So I was going to write the other chapter from James's POV, but then this came to mind and I just had to write it. Really we all need more sick Emma/Henry. I might still write James's POV because we also need more James/Henry bonding moment and the two are so cute together or at least in my mind there are. Hopefully season 2 will bring more of them together. Please enjoy this next chapter and let me know what you think!
I woke up surrounded by the familiar sent of cinnamon. Normally I would have disoriented waking up in a bed that wasn't my own, but I had spent so much time in this bed last winter I didn't have a second thought. I couldn't remember why I was not in my own bed; it didn't bother me too much though. I was still in a half awake state so nothing really mattered to me right now other then rolling over and falling back asleep. Which is exactly what I did and ended up meeting another body in the middle of the bed. I didn't bother to open my eyes I knew it was Henry.
I went to brush his hair when I felt burning beneath my fingers. I shot up and looked down at my son. He appeared to be sleeping peacefully, but his brow was covered in a sweat. I put the back on my hand to his head and felt the heat radiating off of him this was not good. I nudged his shoulder trying to wake him up, but I got no response. So I tried again and pushed a little harder. Still I was getting nothing.
"Henry." I said trying a new tactic to get him to wake up.
It still wasn't working. I tried calling him louder and was going to start shaking him soon, but a pair of hands wrapped around my arms pulling me away. Of course I tried to break away, the hands were stronger though and held me back.
"Calm down Emma." Mary Margaret…Snow…Mom…whatever her name was told me.
"But Henry, he's so hot and he won't wake up." I cried.
"It's going to be okay." She soothed and fully pulled me into her arms.
I watched helplessly as I watched David or James gently tried to wake Henry, and finally we got a moan out of him. He opened his eyes just a crack and I could see the glazed look in them.
"James go run him a bath." Snow instructed.
James easily picked my son up out of bed and carried him off into the bathroom. I tried to go with them, but Snow held me back.
"Please you have to let me go." I cried and continued to struggle.
"Let James take care of him for now Emma, we need to take care of you."
I shook my head no, "My son needs me please you have to let me go to him."
Snow pulled me into her chest as I continued to cry, "He's going to be okay."
"But mom he is so sick. What if…what if it's the cursed apple coming back and…and…" I was so worked up over Henry I didn't even realize the word that had just slipped through my lips.
"Don't go there Emma. Henry is going to pull through; it's just a bad fever. It has nothing to do with that apple."
"How do you know?"
"Because I know my grandson and I took a bite from that same apple and I did not get sick after I woke up. Now please Emma let me take care of you until Henry gets out."
I looked up at her confused, "Take care of me?"
Snow just sighed and pushed a stray piece of hair behind my ear, "You're sick too honey. I don't want you're fever to get as high as Henry's so you need to calm down."
I nodded my head yes and detangled myself from her body. Snow gently laid me back against the pillows before heading into the kitchen. I watched as she went about grabbing supplies before heading back into her bedroom. I gratefully took the Advil and water she handed to me not realizing how thirsty all that crying made me. Once I was finished I allowed Snow to run a cool cloth over my face and neck. I was too weak to protest it, plus it felt amazing in contrast to my burning skin. I almost allowed myself to fall back asleep under the soothing touch of my mother, but I fought to stay awake for me son.
"Thank you mom." I mumbled. Snow just smiled and sat down beside me.
Together we waited for what felt like an eternity for James and Henry to come out of the bathroom. Finally the door opened and my son emerged walking on his own with two towels draped around his body. James led him over to the bed and sat him down beside me.
Instantly I pulled him into my arms, "How are you feeling kid?"
"Horrible." He answered and leaned further into my side. "Can I go back to sleep yet?"
"Soon I promise, Grandpa went to go get you a clean pair of pajamas and we are going to give you more medicine and water. Then you can go back to sleep."
Thankfully James came back into the bedroom shortly after that. Together we helped Henry into a clean pair of pajamas and gave him the medicine. I made sure he drank the entire glass of water too; I knew how important it was to stay hydrated with a fever. After all that was done Henry and I laid back in bed.
"Now can I go to sleep?" He asked in the middle of a yawn.
"Yes now you may go back to sleep." I ran my fingers through his bangs again and was glad to feel that he was cooler then before.
It didn't take long for him to succumb to slumber, and now that I had taken care of my son I could feel might fight starting to die out too.
"You can go to sleep now too Emma." Snow told me in a gentle voice. "Well watch over you two."
I nodded my head and yawned. I made sure Henry was tucked securely into my side needing all the physical contact to remind me that he was still there before allowing myself to fall back under.
I had no idea how long I had been asleep, but I actually felt awake which was a nice change to the exhaustion. I also felt disgusting, my body was covered in dried sweat and I was all sticky. I quietly pushed myself out of bed not wanting to wake Henry who was still sleeping beside me. I ran my fingers over his bangs so that I could press the back of my hand to his forehead. To my relief he did not feel any warmer then last time I checked. There were still signs of a fever, but at least it wasn't as high.
Once I was sure Henry was fine my next task was taking a shower. I needed to wash away all of the grim that covered my body. I made a beeline for the bathroom, only pausing to wave hi to Snow and James. It was best to take a second out of the trip to let them know I was okay then risk them barging into the bathroom worrying over me.
I stripped myself of my dirty pajamas and jumped into the shower. The warm water and pressure did wonders on my aching muscles. As much as I wished I could stand underneath it forever, I had a sick kid that I needed to get back to. I set to work cleaning my hair and body until I felt that all the sweat was gone.
I quickly got out of the shower before I found a reason to continue to stand under the steady stream of water. As I dried myself off I realized I didn't have a clean pair of clothes. Normally I would either walk out in just my towel or put on my dirty clothes, but both of those weren't options right now. I hadn't reached the stage yet where I felt comfortable walking around James in just a towel and after I had scrubbed my body there was no way I was putting those disgusting pajamas back on. This meant there was only one option left.
I stuck my head out of the door way and called, "Mom!" Before I could finish my question I was taken aback by the word that came out of my mouth. I remembered thinking mother, but didn't except it to come out. I've been having a hard enough time calling her Snow let alone mom.
"What is it Emma." Snow called back; there was no surprise in her voice at what I had just called her. The only conclusion I could come to was that something happened during my fevered state.
"Can you get me a clean pair of clothes please?" I answered letting the subject drop from my head for now. Maybe calling her mom wouldn't be such a bad thing.
I didn't hear anything back so I assumed that Snow had gone upstairs to get me a new pair of clothes. Not long after I saw her face at the crack in the door.
"Thanks." I said and took the clothes from her hands.
It was another pair of pajamas, giving me the hint that they weren't allowing me to leave the apartment anytime soon. It was the same thing she had done when I was on bed rest last winter.
After I was dressed I grabbed my dirty clothes off the floor and headed into the main room. Immediately Snow grabbed the clothes from my hands and took them to the laundry room.
"You don't have to do that!" I called after her even though I knew it was useless. I let out a frustrated sigh and turned around to see James sitting at the kitchen counter.
"Come here." He said in a tone that made me know I had no choice. For two people who hadn't been parents for long they sure knew all the tricks.
I just let out another sigh and marched over to him. James stood up and put his hand on my forehead. "How are you feeling?"
"Better." I shrugged. "Not as tired."
"Your fever downs, not gone but down."
"That's good I guess." I sat down at the table. At least I had an excuse as to why I still didn't feel 100% better. "How long have I been out?"
"Just most of yesterday. You and Henry only woke up in the middle of the day, delirious, but awake. After that your mother and I pushed medicine, water, and food into you and Henry. I guess that must have helped."
"I think I remember that." I said trying to remember the haze that was yesterday, one thing was clear though. "Henry's fine right?"
"Yes Henry is doing better. His fever hasn't spiked any higher. Snow and I made sure to check."
"Good." I sighed and relaxed against the chair. It was a relief to hear that Henry wasn't any worse. I don't think I could take it if we had to take him to the hospital again. "Sorry for taking up your bed for two nights." I apologized.
James let out a laugh, "It's okay Emma. Snow and I managed to squish are way into the bed. But I think we will be investing in something bigger in the near future."
"I have to agree with him there Emma." I turned around to see Snow coming out of the laundry room. "Are you hungry?"
"Yeah I actually am." I said surprised. I couldn't remember the last time I had an actual meal.
"I'll make you something then, Charming could you get her more Advil?"
I sat at the table and watched my parents set about taking care of me. If I let myself believe I could imagine what my life could have been like had they not put me in that wardrobe. I wouldn't admit it out loud, but it was kind of nice having my parents take care of me like this.
James put down the pills and a glass of juice in front of me. I smiled as a way of thanking him and drank the pill down and the entire glass of juice. He sat down next to me at the table and we watched Snow make me breakfast.
"Thanks." I said as she put down the eggs and toast in front of me. I quickly got to eating, not realizing how hungry I was.
"Look who woke up." Snow said and I looked up from my food to see a sleepy Henry leaning against the wall.
"Come here kid." I smiled and pushed my chair out a bit.
Henry quickly walked over to the table and I pulled him up onto my lap. Even though we were both doing better I still craved the physical contact with him. Now that he was really mine I never wanted to let him go.
"How are you feeling?" Snow asked as she felt his brow.
Henry shrugged his shoulders and Snow got up from the table no doubt getting more medicine for the kid.
"Do you think you could eat something?" I asked next, again Henry just shrugged. I took that as a yes and handed him a piece of toast off of my plate.
He slowly started eating it and I followed his lead. It was difficult to eat with the kid on my lap, but I worked around it. Snow came back with the medicine and poured it. Henry looked up at me with a disgusted look on his face and I had to bite my lip to stop from laughing.
"You have to take it Henry if you want that fever to go away." I told him.
He took the cup from Snow and pouted as he drank the medicine. I exchanged the small plastic cup for my glass of juice allowing him to get the taste out of his mouth.
"That wasn't so bad was it?" I asked
Henry turned around to face me, and gave me the evil eye. I couldn't hold back any longer and let out a laugh. "Just go back to eating your toast and enjoy the family moment."
"We're having a family moment?" Henry's interest peaked and looked hopefully around the table.
Snow took his hand in hers, "Yes we are sweetie."
I could practically see the gears turning in Henry's head. All his theories had finally come true and he was bursting at the seams.
"Okay kid we aren't going anywhere. Trust me Grandma won't let us leave this apartment until she is sure our fevers are gone for good. So eat up."
Henry nodded his head and went back to his toast. I shot a smile to Snow and James and kissed the top of my son's head before going back to eating.
"Hey no eating with your fingers." I pretended to scold Henry as he took some of my eggs with his fingers.
The kid shot me his most charming smile; he must have gotten that from his grandfather.
"Why don't I make you your own plate Henry?" Snow suggested.
"But I like eating off of my mom's." He whined causing all of us to laugh.
"Fine I'll share, but you're using a fork." I gave in; it really didn't take much for that to happen though.
"Is it because we are royalty and we need to have proper manners?"
"Sure lets go with that." I laughed again and handed the kid my fork.
I sat back and watched as my son interacted with my parents. Never in a million years did I expect to share this moment with my family. Of course that also had to do with the fact my parents were Snow White and Prince Charming, but that was only a technicality. I kissed my son's head once again, just because I could and grabbed the fork from his hand and ate the eggs just because I could do that as well. Being a part of a family definitely had its perks. And even with the over protective parents, I wouldn't give any of it back.