It was Henry that suggested Regina and Emma try for another baby. He brought it up January 7, 2017. "Today would have been Isabella's 4th birthday, and you'd be all clingy because she'd be starting kindergarten next year," he directed that last bit mostly to Regina.

"I was not clingy!" Regina defended. "I just...didn't want you to grow up."

"So, with her about to start school, and me getting close to graduating high school, you'd probably be itching with baby fever again. Thing is, I'm close to graduating high school, and there's no Isabella here. Mom, you don't know how to not be a mom anymore. You hardly talk about anything in your life before you adopted me. And Mama Emma, you learned how to be an awesome mom, but you missed the early parts. Twice now. I don't want you two to get all lonely and sad when I graduate and go to college. Plus, I kind of want to be the cool and awesome big brother that can scare away bullies because I'll pretty much be an adult. I know losing Isabella sucked big time, but I'm kinda worried the same thing, er, Mom's reaction, could happen again when I leave. So… I guess what I'm asking is if you'd consider trying to have a baby again sometime soon, 'cause I think it would be good for you."

Regina and Emma were stunned, never quite hearing a speech of that length come out of his mouth before. And the content of it was not something they would have expected. It touched them.

"I think...I think we'll need to think about it," Emma told him, looking over at Regina. "It's expensive, and we're older now. Mom's about to be 46 and I'll be 34 not long before you turn 16. Even if we had one right this second, we'd be 65 and 53 when the baby turns 20."

"And I'd be 35. It's just numbers. You could be 100 and have little 6 year olds running around, I've got plenty of godsiblings and honorary cousins to prove you love kids."

Regina smirked. "Oh, this will be such a fun conversation when it's about you giving us grandchildren. You make it sound so easy. But this is a big decision to make, so we do need some time to think about it."

"Well, can you time it so if you decide to that the baby will be born before I leave for college?"

Emma snorted. "Do you hear this kid?" she asked Regina with a teasing smile.

By the end of the school year, Henry was 16 and had just completed his Junior year.

"You've got mail, kid," Emma announced, dropping an envelope on his bed.

"Me?" Henry asked, puzzled. He never got mail unless it was credit card companies trying to get him to sign up for a student credit card.

"Unless some other Henry Mills lives here, yep. For you."

Henry opened it curiously and his eyes nearly popped out of his head when he read it. "Oh. My. God. I didn't think he was serious!"

Regina was drawn into the doorway next to Emma, curiosity getting the better of her. "What's going on?"

"Not sure yet."

Henry looked up at them. "My History teacher had us all write essays. He said he was going to submit them for scholarships, but I thought he was just joking! Like when he said if we all passed our test, he'd come to school dressed as Shakespeare."

Emma chuckled at that mental image. "Perhaps you didn't all pass."

"So, does this mean you have a scholarship?" Regina asked.

"Yes! $10,000 to study abroad at the University of Vienna in the 2018-2019 school year."

"Vienna? As in Vienna, Austria?" Regina asked.

"Uh-huh." Henry nodded, still amazed at what his teacher had done.

"That must have been some essay, kid." Emma beamed at him. She hugged him. "Proud of you."

"We decided we're going to try to have another baby, by the way," Regina announced. "This seems like a bigger deal, though."

Henry flew over to Regina and tackled her in a hug. "No, the baby is way, way more awesome! This could only be one year, siblings are for life!" He kissed her cheek. By this point he was nearly a head taller than her and had to bend down a little bit. He could even lift her up.

"Agh, Henry, stop that!" Regina groaned, absolutely hating the fact he was strong enough to lift her.

Emma giggled. "Put your mother down, Henry. She doesn't even like it when I pick her up, much less you."

He returned Regina to her feet. "Sorry, Mom. Just, two awesome things happening made me excited."

"I know." Regina smiled at him. "But if you could just stop growing, that would be great."

Henry laughed. "You've just got to start wearing higher heels to catch up."

"Don't encourage her!" Emma chided half-jokingly. "She already wears six inches and I don't want her to even attempt eight."

"When do they stop calling them heels and start calling them stilts?" Henry asked, not quite understanding how so many women could wear shoes like that.

"Let's not find out," Emma told him.

"So, are you going to use that scholarship?" Regina asked Henry.

"It would be a bit rude not to, right? And it's Europe, I've always wanted to go to Europe, and now I can. I'll probably be able to learn German in Austria, too."

"Please come home with a German accent," Emma playfully begged. "I wouldn't be able to take a single thing you said seriously, but it would be amazing."

"I'm sure I will." Henry looked between them. "So, which one of you is going to have the baby?"

"We haven't decided yet," Emma told him. "We'll probably take a few more months to decide."

"Okay." Henry nodded before trapping them both in a group hug. "I love you guys, you know that, right?"

They smiled and answered in unison, "Of course we do."