AN: Okay so originally I was going to have Henry at the ultrasound but when a review asked for Snow to be there I just couldn't resist! Thank you all so much for your favourites/follows/reviews - they mean the world!

For a split second the next morning, Emma wondered why she was propped awkwardly against the side of her son's bed. Then she saw the bucket and a strong smell of disinfectant assaulted her nose.

Henry had been throwing up half the night. Poor kid, she thought as she moved her neck from side to side, wincing. Slowly, she got up, pulled her sleeping son's blanket up and over his shoulders, and tiptoed out of the room. It was still early and the sun was only just paling the dawn sky as Emma made her way downstairs, where she was shocked to find her mother already awake and sitting at the table.
'Oh, hey,' Mary Margaret began, 'how's he doing?'
'Yeah he's doing ok now I think. He's asleep at least... Wait, how did you know?'
'The door was left open and I could see your legs on the ground so I looked in on you two. Poor little guy.'
'Yeah. He'll be so disappointed that he can't come to the hospital today. Last night he said he really wanted to be there,' Emma said as she dropped her tired, aching body into the empty chair opposite her mother.
'Oh, I didn't know it was today,' Mary Margaret's face visibly fell.
'Yeah. I just figured you guys would be busy, you know, since it's breakfast-date-at-Granny's-day on Saturdays.'
There was a moment's pause until Emma could take her mother's pained face no longer.
'If you wanted to come with me, that would be okay,' she offered as their eyes met and Emma could visibly see the joy manifesting in the brunette's face. Although she didn't want to admit it, she was secretly hoping the offer would be accepted and, of course, it was.

Three hours later after much persuasion and promises that he could be the first to see the sonogram pictures when they returned, Henry had finally allowed his mother and grandmother to leave for the hospital. A small smile spread over Emma's face as she lay on the bed and thought about how protective her son was already. The paper underneath her scrunched as she turned to see Mary Margaret eying up the machine that was to give her the first glimpse of her new grandchild. Sometimes Emma forgot that her mother hadn't had any of this when she was pregnant. Small, thoughtful grunts were coming from the pixie-haired woman as she tried to figure out how it was going to work. Thankfully she was interrupted by Dr. Whale who, after a faint knock, entered and made his way over to Emma.
'Hi, Emma. I don't think I've had a chance to say congratulations yet!'
'Thanks,' replied the blonde who's stomach felt as though butterflies may actually escape from it.
At this point, Mary Margaret made her way back to her daughter and sat on a stool next to the bed.
'So, are you feeling alright? Any morning sickness or anything?' probed Whale as he began filling in a form on his clipboard.
'No, no sickness, touch wood,' she replied, 'although the same can't be said for Henry I'm afraid. The kid was up most of the night last night.'

After offering Henry his best wishes and advising the women on how best to get him back to full health, Dr. Whale declared that it was time to begin. Mary Margaret looked perplexed as a clear gel was applied to Emma's abdomen and Whale moved a white white wand over it. Three pairs of eyes stared expectantly at the screen until a small white shape appeared in the centre. Emma had to admit it looked more like a baby than she was expecting. It's head was rounded and, when she looked closely, she could make out a tiny nose. She couldn't take her eyes off the screen and they brimmed with tears as Whale explained what they were looking at.
'Would you like to hear your baby's heartbeat?' he asked when all the measurements had been taken and three grainy but beautiful photographs had been printed out. Emma turned away from the screen and looked questioningly at Mary Margaret, who's face was damp with tears as she turned to her daughter and they nodded in unison. Whale flicked a switch and, as a rhythmic thudding sound filled the room, the brunette's hand found it's way to Emma's and gripped it tightly. Tears were flowing freely now from the eyes of both women. They revelled in the miracle of the little person they were yet to meet and although Emma wished Henry could have been there, the expression of pure delight on Mary Margaret's face assured her that this was how it was supposed to be.

After Whale had completed his notes and wiped the gel from her stomach, Emma pulled down her shirt and sat up on the edge of the bed. Mary Margaret gathered their things together and they began making their way to the door.
'Emma,' called Dr. Whale as he came after them, holding the strip of photographs out for her, 'don't forget these. Now you can show Henry what your baby looks like!'
'Oh, thanks!' she exclaimed, certain that Henry would never have forgiven her if she'd left them behind.

Her baby. She liked the sound of that.