Emma lay panting on the furs as Neal rolled off of her and settled in at her side.

"Wow, that was-" Neal began between breaths.

"Amazing," Emma finished, still staring unblinkingly at the thatched roof of their makeshift hut. She had remembered sex with Neal to be good, but that was the most incredible thing she had ever experienced. She knew part of it was that she hadn't had sex in over a year, but Neal was just so in tune with her body. After 11 years they still moved seamlessly together. It also didn't hurt that they had both become much more experienced in those 11 years.

Emma felt her lover softly kiss her shoulder and turned to face him. She couldn't help but smile at his disheveled appearance, his hair was standing on end from when she had pulled it in the throes of passion.

"What are you smirking at?" Neal asked, teasingly.

"Nothing, I'm just happy."

"I'm happy too," he said, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips. "I love you."

"I love you, too," she replied, kissing him back. Neal rested his head on top of hers and she curled up next to him, his strong arms wrapped around her. They lay there peacefully for several moments before Emma suddenly sprang up in a panic.

"Oh my god!"

"Wha- what is it?" Neal ask, suddenly concerned.

"We just had sex!"

Neal laughed nervously, "Yes, yes we did..." he hoped Emma was merely joking.

"We just had sex and my birth control pills are back in Storybrooke!"

The smile quickly deserted Neal's face. "Ummm...uhhh..." he stuttered.

"What are we going to do? How could we have been so stupid?" she asked rhetorically as she began to pace around the hut.

"Whoa, wait a second," Neal interrupted, finally finding his voice. "We don't even know if you're pregnant. I mean we only did it the one time."

"I think we've already established that we are pretty fertile," Emma snapped at him with a glare.

Neal looked down, focusing on his intertwined fingers. She was right, they really didn't have the best track record when it came to unplanned pregnancies. "Are you ovulating?"

"I don't know. I'm not even sure how long we've been here anymore. What day is it?"

"The day after the waning moon of abraxis."

Emma glared at him, "In English, please."

"May 27th."

"Okay, and I had my last period..." she trailed off, counting on her fingers. "Crap, I might be."

Neal sighed, he had only found out he had a son a few short months ago, to add a second child so soon seemed daunting. And yet, he thought, looking up to me meet the bright green eyes of the gorgeous woman standing in front of him wearing nothing but his t-shirt, maybe it wouldn't be a bad thing. He loved Emma and could happily have a hundred children with her. He had always wanted a big family, and since the moment he first laid eyes on Emma he knew that he wanted to have it with her. When he finally spoke he did so slowly and carefully, "Maybe this isn't such a bad thing."

"What do you mean not a bad thing?" Emma said incredulously. "We only just got back together and we have a son to think about. I don't want Henry to feel like he is being replaced."

"Are you sure that isn't just how you feel?"

"What do you mean?"

"You are afraid your parents will have more kids and forget about you."

"That is ridiculous," Emma said, looking away.

"No it's not," Neal reached up and took Emma's chin in his hand, forcing her to look him in the eye. "Emma, your parents love you, more than most. Nothing could ever change that."

Emma shrugged him off, wanting to get back to the matter at hand, "But Henry-"

"You and I both know that Henry would be ecstatic to be a big brother."

Emma relaxed slightly, knowing Neal's words to be true. She sat down next to him and allowed him to wrap his arms around her.

"I love you," he said, caressing her face, "and I love Henry, and if we have another child I will love him or her just as much. You aren't alone anymore, Emma, we are in this together. No matter what."

Emma let her forehead lightly touch Neal's. "I love you too," she said, kissing him softly. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see if I get my period," she lay her head down on his shoulder.

"Good," he smiled, kissing her forehead. "Now what could we do in the meantime..." he hinted suggestively.

Emma scoffed, "If you think I am sleeping with you again before my period arrives you are crazy."

"But, Emma, that could be nine months from now!" Neal joked.

Emma shoved him and stormed out of the hut.