Author's Note: Hey everybody! Sorry this has taken so long, I was out of town last weekend, and school has not been the easiest thing yet. Anyways, here's eight, this is more of a fluff chapter to explain a couple things I guess I haven't explained well. So here you go!

I do not own OUaT.

Eight

"We're gonna be okay, right little baby?" She whispered to herself as she looked at herself every which way in the mirror with her shirt rolled up. There was a small bump where her stomach used to be flat, and that amazed her a bit, but it worried her a lot.

"You'll be fine." Emma heard behind her, causing her to jump. "I have faith."

"Mom," She calmed herself a bit. "You and your faith." Emma smiled, taking one last look in the mirror before rolling her shirt down over her stomach again and sitting on her bed.

"It's something we hold dear in our family." She encouraged.

"I think it skipped a generation then." Emma remarked, laying back on her bed as she did so.

"It will all be fine Emma." Snow said to her again, walking over to her. "I'm leaving now." She added.

"Okay, well, don't kill any parents." Emma smiled leaning up on her arms. "I know how crazy they can get sometimes, I've heard my mom's weapon of choice was a bow and arrow back in the day, and my dad was supposedly a wicked swordsman in battle."

Snow just stared at her daughter. "Well, at least your sense of humor is back." She looked at the bright side, still a little upset that Emma refused to believe. "Well, make sure August gets his homework done," Emma cut her mother off.

"Mom, it's Friday night."

"Fine, skip that then, but make sure he has something for dinner, he can stay up until I get home if he wants." Snow asked of her daughter. "And you too please."

"Yes! I get to stay up until you get home." Emma cheered like a small child.

Snow whipped out the mom look again before continuing, "You know what I meant, now I left some money on the counter if you two, or three," She laughed a little at her own joke. "want to order pizza or something. Bye, I love you." She added before shutting the door and yelling goodbye to her son as she walked down the stairs then left.

Emma waited for the sound of her mother's car pulling away before she got up again.

"August!" She yelled out her bedroom door.

"Yea?" Emma heard from down the hall.

"What do you want for dinner?"

"I don't care!" Emma rolled her eyes.

"Not helpful!" She yelled at him, making sure he heard the attitude dripping from her words.

"Ooooh!" She heard her brother yell, then footsteps down the hall, and her door opening. She looked at her brother standing in her doorway.

"Well?" She waited for his idea. "Are you going to share with the class here, kid?"

"Pig out night?" He offered. Pig out night was exactly as it sounded, the two of them got whatever food and candy they wanted, planted themselves in front of the TV with a movie, and pigged out.

Emma could feel the saliva pooling in her mouth. "Yes!" She yelled. "I'll get the keys and money mom left, you get your shoes and a jacket." She commanded, jumping up and running for everything.

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The car ride home from the pizza place, store, and movie store was silent for a few minutes before either spoke.

"Emma?" Pinocchio said as they stopped at a red light on the way home.

"Mmhmm?" She responded, snacking on one of the mozzarella sticks they had gotten with the pizza.

"Why won't you believe?" Emma stopped mid bite, knowing that with this conversation, the food needed to be set aside. "Don't you want to?"

"It's not that I don't want to believe Auggie," She tried to find the words to explain herself. "It's that I can't, it doesn't make sense, I want to believe it sure, I really do." She felt her heart drop a little with each word. "It would make sense of some things, like why our father has never been around," Pinocchio stopped her.

"Your father." He told her.

"What?"

"We don't have the same father." Pinocchio clarified.

"Right, well, why my father has never been around, or why I don't even know him, why we don't really stay in one place for too long…and you and mom." Emma said the last part quietly. "I just can't find the logic in it."

"You're looking at it wrong!" He told her as if it were a picture hanging upside down. "It isn't something that has to make sense logically, it just it." When Pinocchio said this he sounded wise beyond his years. "Seeing isn't believing Emma, believing is seeing."

"Wow, nice quote from The Santa Clause kid." She smiled.

"I'm serious Emma. You are looking at it from this world's view, why can't you look at his from the other view? What are you going to tell Annie?"

"There isn't another way to look at it." She tried to tell him. "And who is Annie?" She added.

"The baby." Pinocchio answered simply.

Emma was glad that he had warmed up to the idea of her having a baby, he wasn't too happy about it last week when she broke the news to him. The name confused her a little, it was a pretty name but it was so random.

"So, I'm having a girl?" She wondered out loud.

"No, it could work for a boy or a girl." Pinocchio smiled, proud of the name he had chosen for his niece or nephew.

"How?"

"Well, if it's a girl her name can be Ann or Annie, and if it's a boy his name can be named Anakin." His smile grew.

"That's it, you are not watching Star Wars again for a while, and I am not naming my kid Anakin. That is just asking to be made fun of when they are older. Now come on, we got some Lion King, pizza, and candy calling our names." Emma finished the conversation as they pulled into the driveway.

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"You had pig out night without me last night didn't you?" Snow accused Emma as soon as she came downstairs the next morning.

"Mmhmm." Emma replied tiredly.

"And didn't save anything for me," Snow continued. "Not even a piece of pizza or some m&m's." She was starting to mope a little.

"You can blame your grandchild for that one, I couldn't get enough m&m's last night…on top of my pizza." She smiled a little at her food combination. "Oh and by the way, according to your son, my baby is going to be named Annie."

"Oh, so you're having a girl?" Snow asked before sipping her coffee.

"Oh no, if this little thing inside me," She looked down at her stomach for a second "is a girl, then she will be Ann with Annie as a nick name," Emma started to explain as she pulled the orange juice from the fridge.

"And if the baby is a boy?" Snow encouraged her to continue.

"He will be named Anakin."

"No." Snow exclaimed quickly, almost spitting coffee out of her mouth. "You will not be naming my grandchild Anakin, under any circumstances."

"Oh but I loved that name so much mom." Emma joked, earning a look from her mother. "At least he is getting used to the idea of me being pregnant, not that he has much of a choice." She told her mother, remembering a couple weeks ago when Pinocchio wouldn't even talk to his sister when she told him the news.

I hope that clears a few things up. :) Feel free to pm me with any questions, and please feel free to review!