No you aren't crazy, there is a plot to this one. And it's longer. Wow! I reread what I'd written so far with this fic and I just want to apologize for my lack of committment this last week. I'm going to do my best to make this last week better I promise. Then maybe some reviews will come back? That'd be nice. Hmm... well anyways.

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Snapdragon

James came running when his wife called out even though she wasn't calling to him – he had learned over the last few months that when your pregnant wife starts yelling, you come, even if it's just for damage control. As he approached the hallway he heard the sound of shattering glass and subtly increased his pace tenfold. He ducked just as the door opened and a pot that once held flowers was suddenly whizzing past his head. He looked up in time to see Happy and Jiminy scampering away while Snow White screamed "and where the hell is James?" He froze for a moment. Does he go in now or figure out the situation from his two trembling friends? Opting on the side of knowledge but not necessarily on the side of saved limbs he ducked down just low enough to face the two.

"Guys what's going on?"

Jiminy shook his head, still shaking a little "the Queen is very upset. She asked where you were last Tuesday and I told her you were in a meeting but she found out that you had cancelled the council meeting and now she's"

"Very upset with me, I got it." James nodded with a sigh "guess it's time to ruin the surprise. Thanks for putting up with her guys; sorry you had to go through that."

"Oh it's not us you should be worried about," Happy warned, a frown plastered on his face "it's your poor seamstress, she's still in there trying to pin Her Majesty's evening gown to accommodate for the baby."

James winced "I'll take it from here." He patted the dwarf on the back as he made his way into the sewing room to find a sight that would have been hilarious had his wife not been on a rampage. There she was pacing around in a half-made powder blue dress with pins clearly popping up everywhere while the old woman who resembled a teapot bustled around her, begging her to stop. "You're dismissed Mrs. Pots – Phots!" He corrected himself. The woman swiftly stood, then bowed, the stood again to make a hasty except, muttering a 'thank you, sir' as she passed him. When the woman left, Snow took a moment to notice before she suddenly whipped around on her heels and glared at her husband from across the room, her eyes tossing daggers at him which he couldn't seem to avoid.

"You." She growled, stalking towards him, backing him against the door before she even touched him.

"Now Snow, there's nothing to be so upset about"

"Upset?" She barked "you think this is upset; because you haven't seen upset." He opened his mouth but she just kept going, her face turning as red as an apple – he winced at his own metaphor. "You deceived me, James, we've never lied to each other. And worst of all you got our friends to lie to me, too." She sat back on her heels and crossed her arms over her heaving chest "who is she?"

He blinked "who?"

"The woman you were with last Tuesday, who is she?" He tried his best not to smile but he couldn't help it and she saw it right away "what's so funny? Is it someone I know? Please don't tell me it's Red; I know she's pretty and all and you guys spent all that time together when you were trying to rescue me from Regina but" she was silenced by the melting, slow sweetness of his lips on hers, kissing her just long enough to drain her mind of whatever it was she was ranting about.

Carefully he pulled away, smiling at the way her lips followed his, clinging to the last of his taste, and keeping his face just inches from hers "follow me" he whispered, running his hand down her silky arms to lace his fingers with hers. Still in a kissed-out trance Snow White followed her husband down the corridor, her face still flushed with anger and delight. They turned the last corner and found themselves in their bedroom; and standing at the foot of their canopy bed was a wooden crib – unfinished but it was there for her to see. He beamed when she gasped in excitement and admiration.

"For the baby?" She cried, swiftly approaching the crib and carefully running over the edges with gentle caresses.

"It's not quite finished yet but I wanted you to see it before he painted it." She turned around to find him standing right behind her, pushing her against the wood. She searched his eyes for a connection between their fight and the crib so he filled it in with a smirk and an apology. "I was in a meeting last Tuesday; I was talking with Ghepetto about making the crib. I asked the boys to lie to you because I wanted it to be a surprise – which it clearly is." She bit her lip as he spoke, blinking rapidly to fight back tears that were inevitable "Snow, what's wrong?"

"I was so mean to everyone because I thought you were cheating on me;" she sobbed "now they probably all hate me."

"No, no" he cooed, holding her shoulders to keep her steady "they understand and no one holds it against you but" she sniffled when he trailed off, pushing her further against the crib to reach something behind her "I did give you these" she took the snapdragons from him with a shy smile.

"What are these for?"

"They're an apology for deceiving you; I didn't mean for you to be so hurt by it, I just wanted to surprise you."

He smile widened as she smelt the sweet flowers and leaned up to kiss his cheek "I was very surprised so I guess you did a good job."

He kissed her cheek as well, delighted that the flowers had soothed her temper "and I promise never to lie to you again."

"Yeah that won't be happening ever again." She assured."