The first thing Emma noticed was her jeans. They were tight. She'd had to lie back on her bed to pull up the zipper, and then had to give up completely on fastening the button.

She checked the time, and she was running late, as usual, so she settled for pulling her sweater down over her waist, and then grabbed her jacket on the way out of her room.

Her mother was puttering around in the kitchen, getting a bottle ready for the baby. "Mary Margaret, did you wash the clothes in hot water yesterday?"

"No, same as usual." She looked up to smile at her daughter. "What are your plans for today?

Emma slipped her arms into her jacket and started to zip it up. "Following up on another lead to find Anna. Henry thinks he found…" She looked down, puzzled, as the jacket fastener wouldn't go all the way up. "What the hell is going on with my clothes?"

"Problems?" Mary Margaret asked.

"Yeah, well first my jeans and now this jacket. It's like I grew a few sizes overnight." And it was true. The jacket gaped over her chest and the zipper was refusing to budge. She gave up, making a mental note to skip the bear claw today. "Oh well, I don't have time to fight with this right now." She gave her mother a hug. "I'll see you later. Give the baby a kiss for me when he wakes up!"

Hook entered the Sheriff's station, carrying a box of doughnuts. Emma had a fondness for them, and it gave him an excuse to drop in. Things had been going well with his lady love, but they weren't quite yet to that place of being together without cause. Or, at least, Emma wasn't quite ready to accept that truth just yet.

Emma was on the phone, and the conversation wasn't going well.

"Slow down, Mom. SLOW DOWN."

He could hear raised and urgent tones coming across the device that Emma has plastered to her ear, but couldn't make out any of the words.

"I'll be right there. But you're sure he's okay – like healthy okay?"

She drew the phone away from her ear and pressed the button to disconnect. She put it in her pocket and then ran her fingers through her hair, agitation signaled through everything she was doing.

"What is it, love?"

"Mary Margaret says there's something wrong with the baby." Her gaze traveled down to the white box in his hand. "Are those doughnuts?"

He grinned at her, "Aye!"

She grabbed the box and unceremoniously threw it into the trash bin. "I can't eat those. I'm getting fat."

The woman had gone daft on him. "You look lovely, Swan. You're radiant, even."

But she was still keyed up. "Everything is wacky around here today. Look at this." She marched over to her desk. "Someone has messed with my calendar. The months of December through March are gone, and there are notes all over April." She looked up at him, wide-eyed. "I haven't made any notes for April, but it looks like my handwriting."

"Perhaps you've just forgotten in all the Snow Queen craziness."

"Forgot that I wrote this for April?" She pointed at one of the empty jail cells. "And Will is gone again, too."

Hook didn't know if it was worth it to try to placate her. "Didn't your mother pardon him?"

"That was last week. This week he…" She stopped rambling, looking angry. "What are we doing, standing around talking like this? I've got to get home and find out what's going on there."

Of course! He moved aside and held the door for her. "After you, Swan." He made a show of sweeping his hook toward the opening, and admired Emma's curvy backside as she passed by. It certainly did appear to be a bit rounder, but he found it to be quite fetching. He caught up with her outside. "What exactly did your mother say was at issue with the infant?"

"Infant," she repeated back at him. "That's the problem. Neal is crawling – and he has teeth!"

The Volkswagen stopped with a jerk in front of her parents' apartment building, and Emma scurried out, with Hook close behind her. They were inside and up the stairs in a flash, with David waiting for them by the inside door.

"The baby is fine," he was saying. Good old Dad, always trying to be reassuring.

"If accelerated growth is your thing," Emma said.

Snow was cuddling the child, who was gurgling happily and gnawing on his fist.

"He's just so big!" Snow was saying.

"That's a healthy lad," Hook added.

Emma inspected Neal closely. The baby grinned up at her and she noted the two bottom teeth that were fully in place and little white nubs starting to poke out from the top gums.

"Muhmuhmuhmuhmuh," baby Neal said.

"Is he talking?" Emma asked her mother.

"I think so," Snow said. "He's been calling me Maaa, and David is Da."

Hook moved over to stare at something out the window, and the baby beamed at him too. "Ooooog!"

"Killian," Emma said, "I think he just called you 'Hook.'"

He muttered something under his breath that sounded like bloody hell, and kept staring out the window.

"What is it? Killian?" Emma looked over to David and they joined the pirate by the window.

"Look at the trees, Swan."

"Well I'll be…" Charming added.

"They're budding," Emma said. She looked over to her mother. "I think it's Spring!"

"No!" Snow said. She slowly sat down, holding the baby even tighter. "How did we lose the entire winter?"

David crossed the room to sit beside her and drape an arm around her shoulders. "We will figure this out, Mary Margaret. At least everyone seems to be okay."

Emma was about to weigh in on that, when a wave of nausea overtook her. She ran to the bathroom and lost the breakfast she hadn't taken time to eat. She dropped down on the floor and leaned back against the cool porcelain of the bathtub. Hook had edged past her father in the doorway and was reaching down to cup her cheek, concern filling his eyes.

"You okay, Emma?"

"I don't think so," she said. She'd only ever felt like this one other time, and she'd been a lot younger and in prison. Her heart started a rapid staccato in her chest as she looked up at him.

"I think I'm pregnant!"