Author's note: Chapter 11 is finally here! Thank god! After fighting through exhaustion I finally finished so here you go :)

Disclaimer: I do not own OUaT

Eleven

"You are literally the worst at coming up with names!" Emma laughed at Sophie as they got out of the car.

"What, I think Winston William or Pearl Alicia are good names!" Sophie tried to defend herself.

"I'm naming the child, not giving them a death sentence." A very pregnant Emma countered as they got to the door. "Hey mom."

"August, go play outside please!" Snow yelled to her son in the living room as soon as Emma and Sophie walked in through the back door in the kitchen.

"But what about my homework?" He replied to the strange request.

"You can do it later." She yelled again, waiting to hear the front door shut to talk again. "Emma, what did you do?" Snow asked her daughter, not giving away any emotion as she spoke.

"What are you talking about?" She responded to her mother's question as she went for the fridge. "I was hungry, like I always am now," She said as she looked to her large stomach. "and we couldn't find anything this kid wanted to eat in the house, so Sophie and I went out to find some food."

"That isn't what I'm talking about." She heard her mother say while she looked for something to drink in the fridge.

"Then what are you talking about?" Emma replied, finally finding a bottle of water.

"This." Snow held up a large envelope with the name of the adoption agency she had visited the other day.

Sophie just watched the back and forth between mother and daughter before the envelope's appearance. "Okay, well I can see this isn't a conversation I need to be a part of, so…uhm…I'll call you later Emma." Sophie said awkwardly as she turned and went for the door.

"That was in my bedroom. Why were you in my room?" Emma asked her mother, starting to get defensive quickly.

"I was looking for my mascara, and seeing as you like to borrow it I thought I would just go get it."

"And you couldn't wait for me to get home? Or, gee, I don't know call me? That's the whole point of you getting cell phones wasn't it?" She said, pulling out the small silver flip phone and throwing it on the table as she sat down.

"I have a right to be in there Emma, I pay for this house, and you cannot tell me I can't go into your bedroom. Now what did you do?"

Emma was quiet for a moment. "Why does it matter?" Snow could hear the pain in Emma's voice as she spoke.

"Emma," Snow softened, sitting next to her daughter at the kitchen table. "What happened?"

"You did."

"What? I thought you had made the decision to keep the baby?"

"I did, but then August was reading to the baby, and he started to elaborate on how you," She looked at her mother. "Snow White had to go through the wardrobe so that her baby could have her best chance." Snow could remember that moment clearly but didn't want to say anything because of how touchy the fairy tale life subject was for Emma. "And it made me think that maybe me raising my baby alone isn't giving him or her, their best chance. Maybe my child is supposed to be someone special, someone who changes the world, and how can they do that with me as their mom. Maybe my baby will have a better chance at the future they are meant for with two parents rather than just…me."

Every word was like a knife being driven deeper and deeper into Snow's heart. "Emma, I understand you want to give your baby their best chance at life, but I don't think that adoption is the way to do that." She comforted her daughter. "They will spend their whole life wondering why their mother gave them up. You should know of all people how bad that feels."

"What do you mean?" Emma asked, confused.

"You used to ask me all the time when you were little 'where is daddy?'" Snow explained. "You always wondered where he was and who he was. Do you want that for your baby? Do you want your child to wonder why you gave them up?" She fought for her grandchild. "You used to cry on father's day because you were the only one of your friends who didn't have a dad. Do you honestly want to do that to that child growing inside you?"

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"It's a boy!" Emma heard the doctor exclaim. "A healthy looking baby boy."

"Oh Emma, he's perfect." Snow told her, smiling at the glimpse of the newborn baby she could see.

"Where is he?" She asked her mother, trying to see around the little c-section tent they made around her lower half. "Where is he?" Emma worried, "He's not crying, why isn't he crying?" She asked her mother, letting the tears in her eyes start to fall. Just then she heard the sound of her son's first cries and felt the relief rush through her body.

"Would you like to see him?" One of the nurses asked Emma.

"Yes, she does." Snow answered for her, taking the baby from the nurse and holding him near her daughter.

"Hello there little guy." Emma smiled through her tears.

"What's his name?" Snow asked her fatigued daughter quietly, not able to take her eyes off of her new grandchild.

"I don't want to name him." Emma's smile turned to a frown quickly.

"Emma, he will always have a birth certificate that says the name you give him." She shared. "You can name him, even if you decide to give him up."

Her face lit up as she thought of the name she had wanted for her new son.

"Tell me a story mommy." The four year old Emma asked her mother as she was tucked into bed.

"Which one baby girl?"

"The one with the kind old prince!" Snow White smiled, knowing the exact story her daughter was requesting.

"Once upon a time, in a land far far from here live a man and his wife. The two had met and been married after his father, a king, chose her when she spun straw into gold. He was very kind, and she was ill-hearted, taking any chance she could to get ahead in whatever she wanted. The two were not prince and princess, but rather a duke and duchess. That did not please the man's wife though. Now these two had a kind and beautiful daughter who loved to ride horses. While riding her horse one day she happened to save the life of a King's daughter. This king soon married the kind woman and the two families became one. The new queen's mother was always hidden away in her room, but her father had taken a liking to the princess. Each day he would spend his time trying to entertain her while watching her grow and learn. He spent endless hours helping her to grow," Snow noticed her now sleeping daughter and slipped out of the bedroom.

"What was the name of that kind old man from the story you used to tell me?" Emma confused her mother.

"Excuse me?" Snow responded, bouncing a little with the baby still in her arms.

"The kind old man in the story you used to tell me," She reiterated. "Who's daughter became queen when she saved a princess's life."

"Henry?" She heard her mother ask.

Emma smiled, it was perfect. "Henry, Henry Leo." She told her mother.

"I love it." She told her daughter as soon as it clicked, praying she chose to keep the baby in her arms.

"Miss?" Snow saw another pair of arms reaching for the baby. "I need to take him to the nursery for a little while, and then someone will bring him to the room." She reluctantly gave up the little boy.

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