Neal smiled at her, leaning forward briefly to press his lips against her forehead. Henry was grabbing at her, clearly wanting to be held my his mother over his father. Neal didn't really blame him. He'd rather Emma be holding him too.

"Did you sleep well?" His voice was low and affectionate as he looked down at her. In his mind, there was no one more beautiful than Emma.

"I have some soup on the stove." It totally came from a can.