She's still looking at her phone screen and smiling like an idiot when Snow opens the door to her. Unlike, well, everyone else, she doesn't say how awful she looks for a change.

"What's on that phone that's making my daughter smile so brightly?"

"Oh I just have the dorkiest, most amazing boyfriend...oh god, boyfriend, when did that happen?"

"I'd say sometime around a beanstalk..."

"Beanstalk? Oh my god, I..." She can't even go on, she just covers her eyes and laughs in defeat. Snow laughs along but soon enough stops, looking like she's about to cry.

"Mom...what happened?"

"It's nothing, honey, it's just...seeing you so happy, I can't contain my joy. This is all i've ever wanted for you!"

"I am happy. But Killian isn't the whole reason, you know."

"Oh I do, sweetheart, and trust me, this is all I've ever wanted for myself and your father too!"

They hug tightly for a while and the brunette gets down to business. "Now tell me, what's going on with you these past few days?"

"Well...basically I can't keep anything down, so I'm tired all the time and get headaches and nausea. I'm sure it's only some food poisoning, I just wanted my mom to take care of me tonight!"

"And take care of you I shall", she says with a smile that quickly turns into a grin, "but Emma, if you had a case of food poisoning severe enough to last for three days you wouldn't be able to stand on your feet right now!"

"Are you sure about that? What could it be then?"

"You seriously have no idea?" Snow can't believe just how daft Emma's being. It's not like that she hasn't gone through that before.

"I seriously don't! What do you think it is?"

"Well, doesn't it feel, you know, familiar?"

And there she has it. Yes, it does. She's been trying to bury the memories from her time in prison and giving Henry up for so long that she hadn't even fathomed the possibility and...oh.

"No. No! It can't be, I can't be..."

"And why not? Pills aren't 100% effective, and neither are condoms!"

"Oh my god, I am not discussing my sex life with my mother, Jesus Christ!"

Snow laughs at her bashful 30-year-old daughter as she checks on a sleeping Neal in his nursery. When she reemerges, she has a sample book of wallpapers. "Fine, we don't have to talk about how you got pregnant, we can just discuss how we're gonna do your baby's nursery!"

Snow is so giddy she's practically skipping around the living room, and Emma just frantically shakes her head. "No, stop, what are you doing? How can you be so sure this is real? This is just a hunch, it could be something else entirely!"

"Emma honey...just think for a second. You know that's just not a hunch! And it's such a blessing, why are you so scared?"

"I am not scared, because it isn't happening! It can't be happening, mom, because I can't do this, I don't know how!"

"Sweetheart, may I remind you of a very intelligent and sensitive 12-year-old boy who's out on a camping trip right now? You have done this, and I'd say it turned out pretty well!"

"That was all Regina! All I did was give birth and then abandon him! I can't, I'm not cut out for this, this cannot happen, it cannot..."

She's hyperventilating now, and Snow realizes smiles and vague sweet compliments won't do the trick. It's time to get serious.

"Emma, you listen to me. Regina may have raised Henry without you until he was 10, but for the past two and a half years you've been a huge presence and influence in his life! He's still in his formative years, and if you haven't really shaped his personality you are definitely shaping his character. The man Henry's gonna be when he grows up is as much on you as it is on her. You know that."

Her mother has a point, and Emma's breathing starts to slow down. "I guess you're right, but it doesn't change the fact that I don't know the first thing about taking care of a baby!"

"Honey...well, I didn't either, and I'd like to think I'm doing fine!" Emma actually smiles at that, which encourages Snow to go on. "Besides...things are completely different now, you're not a teenager with no family or place to call your own! You've got us, and your job, and your apartment, and Henry, and Killian..."

"Oh god, Killian!" She's hyperventilating again and her mother's confused.

"Yeah...that dorky, amazing boyfriend you were talking about earlier. Why are you so upset now?"

"Oh, c'mon, mom! We've only been together for a few months, what do you think he's gonna do when I dump these news on him? Oh god, he's gonna want to run away from here so fast and I can't even blame him...but he won't be able to, of course, because he gave up the ship he's loved his whole life to find me and now he'll be stuck here with a kid and just - oh god, this is so awful!"

"Emma, are you listening to yourself? That man gave up something he loved for someone he loves and values even more! Sweetie, all it takes is spending two minutes with you two for anyone to see that!"

She smiles. She knows it's the truth. But still... "I know, mom, I do, but a kid changes things!"

"Sure, but that change doesn't have to be for the worst! Especially when you have a man as devoted to you as he is and who yearns to be a father as much as he does!"

"You really think so?"

Snow huffs. "Okay, have you just met Killian? Don't you see how much he loves and cares for Henry, and how much joy he gets from being around Roland and Neal or any other kid in this town? Emma, he is going to be on cloud nine when he hears about this!"

Yeah. She knows that too. Suddenly her heart is filled with peace and she wonders why she ever worried in the first place.

Oh yeah - herself. "Yes, he is amazing and so are all of you, but that doesn't make me any more fitting to do this!"

At this very moment the doorknob clicks and Charming enters the room. "No, it doesn't. What does is that you are now conscious of feeling and most importantly expressing all the love you have inside of you. You are the product of true love after all!"

"That I am!" Emma laughs to herself because what, now she's even talking like Killian? Okay then. "But hey, what are you doing here, weren't you supposed to be in the woods? Are Henry and Killian okay?"

"They are fine, probably cooking something with Roland and Robin at the camp this very moment. I am also fine, thank you very much", he says, pretending to have taken offense.

Emma rolls her eyes at her father's attempt at comedy and continues. "Good then! But you still haven't said why you're back here so soon!"

"Well..." Now both her parents look sheepish and hum. This should be good. "Your mother called me with the good news and she said you were concerned so I came to see you!"

"Wait a second, when did you do th...the samples!"

"Busted!" Snow has one hand up and a face that's asking for Emma's forgiveness.

"Oh Jesus Christ, mom, you really need to work on your secret-keeping skills!"

"In my defense, you never said it was supposed to be a secret! Besides, there's nothing I won't share with your father!"

"Not even your heart", says Charming with his arms around Snow and his lips on her forehead.

"Especially not my heart. It's been yours from the start anyway."

Emma decides not to say anything to break their parents' sweet moment, but makes a mental note to tell someone to shake her if she and Killian ever get mushy like that - in front of other people anyway, otherwise her brain would have been irrevocably scrambled for months now. The thought makes her miss him and wait. Killian.

"Dad...what did you tell him that he let you come alone?"

"Oh, don't worry, sweetheart, I said you guys were having trouble making Neal stop crying so it was dad to the rescue. After a 10-minute third degree from the pirate making sure it wasn't really you feeling worse, Robin gave me his keys and here I am! I'll go back in the morning with the truck."

"And he really didn't suspect anything?"

"Do you think for a second he wouldn't be here if he had? Don't worry...unlike your mother, I can keep a secret!"

"Hey!" says Snow with a light slap on his shoulders. "Well, anywho, we need to celebrate! I'll get Neal and we can all go to Granny's for dinner!"

"Yeah, except for the little problem that started this in the first place", says Emma, stopping them. "I can't go to a restaurant only to throw everything up!"

"True", agrees Charming, "but I have to say, sweetheart, you already do look much better than you did when we left you here. Perhaps now that you're not in denial and scared of what's happening your magic is healing you."

"Or maybe it's someone else's magic!"

Now Emma's concerned. "What do you mean, mom?"

"Well, this baby is a product of true love from a product of true love! I don't need Blue here to tell me this child is special!"

Emma needs to sit down for a bit. It's not like she didn't know in her heart what she has with Killian, but she'd never thought of it in those terms and it's a bit overwhelming, even if it's in the best way possible. Charming gets close to her, cups her head and kisses the top of it like he always does. "Now...shall we?"

"You guys are kidding, right? You wanna go out and let the whole town hear about me being pregnant before I tell the one person who actually needs to know? I don't think you're that good at keeping secrets either, dad!"

Charming rolls his eyes at Snow's triumphant expression, but concedes. "Fine. Some cocoa at home it is!"

Emma is disappointed for a second before she realizes she is the reason they're having their same old cocoa and not some champagne or anything else with alcohol. Then she smiles to herself because she knows her pirate and can already picture him vowing to quit drinking in solidarity to her. Dork.

It isn't long before the sweet and familiar smell of the cocoa fills her nostrils and wakes her from her daydream. She sees her parents smile at her and each other and realizes that their optimism has long stopped being infuriating and now only brings her hope and joy. They put their cups on the kitchen table and hold her into a tight hug.

"This child is going to be surrounded by love everywhere, Emma", starts Charming, always cupping her head. "And not the least of it will come from their own home. You and Killian are going to be amazing parents. We all know that."

"There is no such thing as perfect parenting, sweetheart", continues Snow, "and rest assured, you will make mistakes. But that's what makes the whole experience so wonderful and full of growth and, well, magical!" She holds her daughter tighter. "You already have the one essential thing, which is love for each other and the new life growing inside you."

Emma lets herself revel in her parents' affection and doesn't think about how she won't be able to sleep thinking of just the perfect way to tell Killian the news. Right now, she's just their little girl.