Neal gave the pirate a skeptical look. That didn't mean that he didn't believe him, only that it was absolutely ridiculous so of course it was true. He listened and tried his best to remain somewhat calm but his last comment made Neal pause.

"I have a son? Emma! I had a son with Emma?"

His fingers pressed to his lips and he turned away. His mind quickly went through a million thoughts while his heart thundered painfully in his chest. Emma was the only logical person to be his mother which meant he'd be ten. He's lived ten years where he couldn't be there for his son. He hadn't known, it wasn't really his fault but he felt awful. He was just as bad as his own father and he didn't want that for his son.

"Henry." He repeated the name committing it to memory. More than anything in the world he wanted to meet his son.