This chapter takes place three months after chapter ten. There's only two more months to go before Emma's pregnancy... Or is it two months?

Emma leaned against the doorway to Anna's bedroom with an amused smirk on her face. Just watching her son and Neal struggle to put together a simple baby crib was too much for the blonde and her hormones to handle. The crib, the frame built nicely, though the legs were scattered all over the floor, was detailed with white swirls and little decorations carved into it. The moment Emma saw the crib, her eyes lit up, and Neal had to buy it. If he didn't, he would hear a lot of choice words from his wife.

The nursery, with its colors of pale blue and yellow, looking almost, if not exactly like the nursery Emma would have spent her baby years in. And when her mother saw the nursery, she was teary eyed and overly excited for her granddaughter to come. David, as his eyes laid forth on the unfinished nursery that was going to be his granddaughters, turned towards Emma and stared in disbelief at how his daughter was going to give birth -again- in less than two months. Henry had taken a shine to all the stuffed animals, building a fort that he would soon play in with his sister. All of those reactions were priceless, in Emma's eyes. "The crib isn't going to be very useful without the legs holding it up." Emma observed, her hands on her stomach.

"Well, it seems as if we lost the screws to build the legs." Neal replied, glancing over his shoulder at his wife, who looked as beautiful, despite how far along she was in her pregnancy, as ever. "And, there are no back up screws." Henry began shoving his arm under the chest of drawers, hoping to grasp at least one of the screws.

"Kid, be careful." Emma mused, not wanting her son to get hurt. The protectiveness in her tone was enough for Henry to stop what he was doing slowly, look over at his mother, and smile, knowing something he didn't want to tell.

Neal got up off the ground and placed a kiss on Emma's lips, letting their foreheads touch. "You aren't supposed to see the nursery until we're finished with it, you know. That's the whole concept of a surprise."

"Your daughter wouldn't let me sleep. She keeps kicking and it's driving me crazy." Emma complained, wrapping her arms around Neal's neck. He bent down to Emma's stomach and pressed his mouth on top of her bump.

In a whisper tone, Neal said, "Hey, Anna, can you give mama a break?" The kicking in her stomach rapidly increased, making Emma cringe. "Please, Anna Banana, for papa." Automatically, as if she could physically hear her father's voice, the kicking stopped, making Neal's smile grow wider.

"Thank you, Papa Bear," Emma replied playfully, staring into Neal's eyes, once he stood up from talking to Emma's bump.

He placed another kiss on Emma's lips and said, "Your welcome, Mama Bear."

After Emma had gone downstairs to catch some sleep, Neal retreated back to the crib, the desire to finish building it burning in his throat. Henry pulled out three of the four screws from under the drawers, much to Neal's surprise. Craning his neck to look under the drawers in help of his son, Neal felt around the floor for the last screw, his hand gripping the object with relief. "Got it, Kid. Let's build this piece of-," Neal caught himself, ready to swear, but remembered that his son was in the room. "Let's build this crib."

"All right!" Henry exclaimed, handing the screwdriver to his dad. "This nursery is gonna blow Anna's mind." The eleven year old, his mood brightening Neal, couldn't wait for his sister. As much as he thought he wouldn't like the idea of having a sister, he changed his mind after seeing how happy it made his mom and dad, and of course, the stuffed animal fort he loved to hide out in.

Neal, with a smile on his face, said, "This thing is sure making my mind go insane." As they were twisting the handle of the screwdriver, Neal begun to think of the movie Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. Forming his mouth into a circle, Neal started to whistle the catchy song of 'High Ho!' He could picture the Seven Dwarves crossing the little bridge with their pick-axes hanging off their shoulder, and came to the conclusion that Henry would make a good 'Happy' and Neal would make a good 'Sleepy'.

'High ho! High ho! It's off to work we go...'

Keep in mind that the next chapter is going to be part one of the introduction of Anna...