A.N: Wow - Chapter 10. When I wrote the first one shot I never imagined it would grow into more than ten chapters. Thank you all so much for reading, reviewing, favoriting and following. It really does encourage me to carry on and I'm really enjoying writing this. Thank you all again, you're awesome! :)

Several more weeks had passed and crisp, spring days were slowly giving way to longer, warmer ones. Emma and Henry had settled into their new home and been on the receiving end of so many 'housewarming lasagnes' that Emma was sure she would never have to attempt to cook again. It was, as Henry had so wisely described, the calm before the storm. The town was healing and life, for most of Storybrooke's residents, was settling back into a calm normality. Despite being in the seventh month of her pregnancy, Emma was determined to give Henry the family and routine he deserved, alongside preparing for the impending arrival.

This particular Saturday morning however, was not one of routine or normality. In fact, it could be described by only one word – chaos. Emma was frantically trying to rub her hair dry with a towel at the same time as pouring Henry his morning bowl of cereal which resulted in three rogue Cheerios floating in a pool of milk on the counter top. Every few minutes the blonde would throw something into the open suitcase that lay flat on the kitchen table.

'Henry, have you seen my hairbrush?' she asked as she flung the damp towel over the back of the wooden chair he was sitting on.

'Nope, sorry,' her son replied through a mouthful of cereal. He swallowed before asking, 'Why are you stressing out about this anyway? You know, it's supposed to be relaxing for you!'

'Yes I know, and I'm sure it will be, but as nice as it is that Mary Margaret wants to take me to a spa for the weekend, I would have liked a bit more notice to be honest,' she panted before turning on her heel and making for the bathroom.

Henry giggled to himself. It was just so... Emma. Not quite able to see the kindness of the gesture through the stress of preparing for it. Although she would never show him, he knew that deep down she was worried. To be honest, he was surprised she had even taken up Mary Margaret's offer, especially when she'd called it a relaxing mother/daughter spa weekend. They had both worked hard to develop their relationship and it had worked, but relaxing wasn't something Emma was particularly good at. Still, Henry was pleased that she had accepted because he and David had planned a surprise of their own.

Once Mary Margaret had reminded Emma that David had looked after Henry before, and the blonde had explained Henry's bedtime routine twice ('Mom, I'm not a little kid you know, I think I can tell him myself!'), the women had finally loaded Emma's suitcase into the car and pulled away. David and Henry ran to the window to watch the car drive around the corner before turning to each other and high-fiving with wide grins on their faces.

'Okay kiddo, let's give it half an hour just in case they forgot something and then we'll call Leroy and get him to bring the van over so we can get started.'

Henry looked up at David in awe – he'd never have thought of that. He wondered how many times his grandfather had gone behind Mary Margaret's back and organised a surprise.

'Sounds perfect,' he agreed, 'hey, we could play some Mario Kart while we wait?'

'You'd better bring your A game, kid,' David teased, 'I've been practising. Come to think of it, I don't know we survived in the Enchanted Forest without it!'

'I've got to admit, I wasn't sure I would enjoy that at all,' Emma confessed to Mary Margaret on the drive home the next day, 'but I loved it!'

Mary Margaret smiled and tore her eyes from the road for a moment to afford herself one quick glance at her daughter. She was glowing. Yes, she was aware people said that all the time about pregnant women but honestly, it was as if there was a light bulb growing inside Emma, not a baby. She had never seen her daughter so at peace with the world, so... calm.

'I'm glad you enjoyed yourself,' replied the brunette, 'it was so nice to be able to spend some time together, just us two.'

Emma's reply came in the form of a contented sigh. Her hair framed her face in loose curls that danced in the breeze from her open window. After several minutes she turned her upper body towards her mother and broke the comfortable silence.

'Thank you, mom.'

Mary Margaret felt as though her heart would burst.

'Hey, we're back!' Emma hollered as she removed the key from the lock and stepped into the hall, closely followed by her mother. 'Henry? David? Are you guys here?'

When there was still no reply, Mary Margaret offered an explanation.

'Maybe they went to Granny's for a late lunch?'

'Yeah, maybe,' Emma answered, making her way into the kitchen, taking two bottles of water from the fridge and handing one to her mother. It was a beautiful, bright room when the sun's afternoon rays streamed through the large window and caught on the pale tiles.

Emma was interrupted from her thoughts by a faint noise coming from down the hall. She thought at first that it must have been the rustle of the trees she could hear through an open window but the more she strained her ears, the more she was sure it wasn't.

'Do you hear that?' she asked Mary Margaret with a frown.

'Hear what?' her mother replied with a wry smile.

'That noise, what is that?'

Emma tentatively began to follow the noise with Mary Margaret close behind her. She stepped up and out of the kitchen, turned right and began to tiptoe down the hall. Sure enough, the noise was getting louder and Emma began to realise it was the sound of hushed whispers.

'Okay guys, very funny. Where are you? I can hear you so you might as well come out!' she called, although there was a note of nervousness in her voice. As she passed the door to the nursery, the whispers became louder and she straightened herself up, ready to play Henry and David at their own game. All of a sudden she thrust her hand out to push the door open and stepped forward.

'Aha, I knew I could hear-'

She stopped dead in her tracks, unable to finish her sentence. For what seemed like ages she stood there, her mouth opening and closing soundlessly in shock as she drank in every last detail. It was a nursery. Not just the bare, newly painted room they'd been calling a nursery but an actual nursery. In the corner there was a wooden changing table with a pale yellow cushioned mat on top and a matching set of towels neatly folded on a shelf below. Just along from that stood a rocking chair and next to it, shelves full of books and stuffed animals of every colour. Along the far wall was the most beautiful crib Emma had ever seen; beech coloured wood and linen in the same pale yellow that was splashed around different areas of the room. Emma let out a choked sob as she noticed the unicorn mobile hanging majestically above it and glinting in the afternoon sunlight.

Standing in the middle of it all were Henry and David, the latter of whom was standing with a hand over his grandson's mouth in what seemed to have been a vain attempt at stifling the sniggering which gave them away. They now shared a look of alarm on their faces and Emma realised it probably had something to do with her silence. She wiped her face to dry the tears that had fallen there but only ended up making space for the relentless stream that continued.

'I... I...'

'Do you like it?' David asked, looking a little concerned.

'Emma?' probed Mary Margaret who was rubbing her back comfortingly.

'I... don't know what to say,' Emma admitted after a long pause, 'except thank you.'

Henry smiled with relief and ran towards his mother with his arms outstretched.

'It was my idea,' he said proudly, 'I wanted to do something special for you so I asked Grandma and Gramps and they wanted to help.'

'It was my idea to take you away for a weekend so they could get it all done,' chimed in Mary Margaret.

'And I roped Leroy and Ruby in to help us,' David added.

'So it ended up being a family effort,' Henry finished.

Now the shock was wearing off, tears had been joined by a radiant smile as Emma continued to soak in the room and the story that went with it.

'This is...' she began before taking a breath to steady herself, 'I mean, this is amazing. It's beautiful.'

'We're glad you like it,' Henry grinned as he pulled away from Emma to continue watching her reaction.

'Like it? It's perfect. Thank you.' She placed her hands on either side of her bump and rubbed it gently.

'Hey kid,' she continued, 'welcome to your new room and the best family in the world.'