You slid the carrier bag across the table, raising your finger to your lips, telling your nephew to stay quiet. He nodded his head, gratefully taking the bag, quickly taking a peak before sliding it next to him on the booth chair. As Henry hid the bag, Emma returned with a small tray, three mugs sat upon it.

"Three hot chocolates, with cinnamon," she smiled, handing one to you, one to her son and taking the last for herself as she slid into the booth next to him.

"Thanks, Em," you smiled, taking a sip of your drink.

Even though it was just a hot chocolate, somehow Granny's was able to make the best one you had ever drunk. Other than your sister and nephew, you had never met anyone who liked cinnamon in their hot chocolate, but it was a nice family quirk that made the time apart from Henry before he found the two of you seem almost non-existent.

"What've you got?" Emma questioned, noticing the white carrier bag that Henry had attempted but failed to hide.

"Nothing," Henry said defensively, trying to move the bag underneath his rucksack from school earlier in the day.

Your twin sister cocked her eyebrow at her son, holding out her hand to him. Henry smiled back innocently, hoping his mother would stand down but she didn't flinch, continuing to hold out her hand towards him. He let out a sigh, passing Emma the carrier bag with an expression of defeat.

Emma opened it up, pulling out its contents. She revealed several new comic books you had bought for your nephew, even though Emma had given you direct orders against spoiling her son. Nevertheless, you had spent a fair penny on getting him some comic books that he had mentioned wanting, not caring too much about your sister's demand.

"Y/N?" She frowned at you, knowing instantly that it was you who had given them to him.

"What?" You smiled innocently.

"Did you buy these for Henry?" She questioned.

"Maybe."

Your shoulders shrugged as you lifted your mug to your lips to hide the smile on your face.

"I told you not to spoil him. His birthday is next month, and you have already spent too much on him," she stated.

"Emma calm down," you smiled. "That's my job. To be the cool auntie who spoils your kid rotten, especially if you tell me not to."

Emma let out a sigh. "You're not going to stop, are you?"

You shook your head. "Nope."

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Written by Charlotte.

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