Eight months two weeks three days four hours later

~Red~

I've been officially queen for three months now as Goldie has finally grown some sense and let me have my throne. My coronation took place the day after my wedding to Rumplestiltskin. What worries me more is that soon I'll be a mother. After spending so many years an outlaw it never had occurred to me that one day I may settle down and start a family. I wouldn't be in this state if Rumpie chose not to save me in the hayshed.

~Jack~

"Jack, I need to ask you a question," stated Rumplestiltskin, my best mate who also married Red. "Yeah sure, what is it?" I questioned as I was curious to know how Red was doing. Red was like the brother I never had. I remember how when Red was younger Goldie and I would take her for long rides through the woods and picnics in the meadows. The song we used to sing to get her to sleep now the lullaby for our children. I was brought back to my senses by Rumpie. "What is it like being a father?" He asked I could see the fear, desperation and hope in eyes. I never got to answer as a scream erupted through the halls. In an instant, Rumpie and I were on our feet that scream could mean only one thing. Red was in labour.

~Goldie~

"Jack and Jill. Go to bed, mama has to help Auntie Red deliver the baby." I said as I shut the door to my children's nursery. I then ran down the passage way and into the royal delivery room. I arrived the moment the newborn princess entered the world. The infant was an image of perfection. Her eyes storm grey and her lips pink as the petals of a tulip. Her red curls streaked with blonde. The moment couldn't last as an old enemy suddenly appeared.

~Harpie~

"I'm back!" I declared as I raised my hands to the sky. I chuckled as Red's face turned to fear. "How are my favourite family members?" I asked just for fun. The infant cried when she saw me. "You're not our family. It's not possible." Goldilocks declared her body in a defensive stature. "That's not how you should greet your Grandmother," I said whilst twisting my locket chain. "Grandmother?" Red asked dazed and confused. The infant knew something was up.

"Your father Robin Hood is one of my sons," I revealed. Rumplestiltskin was first to react.

"Sons?" he asked I knew what he was thinking; am I his evasive mother? He's right I am. "Rumplestiltskin, I have nine sons and you're one of them."

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