Oh, this one is really turning into so much fun. And of course, we're not done yet. Hook and Emma still have a few unresolved items and I still have a few chapters in me. As always, thanks to all of you who read (and comment - oh, I do live for the comments)! This journey has been that much more fun with all of you cheering me on.

"Can I hold him? Her?" Emma asked, peeking over at the baby, but not letting go of Mary Margaret.

"Of course," Mary Margaret answered her. Regina carefully passed the baby over. "And his name is Leo."

"Hi Leo," Emma said quietly, gently rubbing his tiny fingers with one of hers. "I'm your big sister." She made silly little cooing noises, rocking him slightly as two sets of adoring mother eyes looked over her shoulder.

Emma looked up and raised a brow at the look on Hook's face. "What?" She asked.

"Nothing." He replied. "I've just never seen you like this before - all soft and motherly."

"You've seen me with Henry," She reminded him.

"True, but you were always trying to kill someone to protect him. I never saw you with him as a baby."

"Well, it was just like this," She said, cooing at her brother a little more. "I counted his fingers and toes, and he had the softest hair ..." Emma's voice trailed off and her eyes widened abruptly. She turned to look at Regina.

"Those aren't real memories, are they? But they feel real. I can still see him in my mind."

Regina smiled. "That's because they're my memories. I gave them to you. Your mind just put them in the context of your other life. You got it all. Every fever. The first steps. The first tooth. First day of school. They all really happened, and now they've happened to you, too."

Emma didn't know what to say. "Thank you" hardly seemed like enough, but she whispered it anyway.

Leo started to stir and fuss in her arms, so she passed him back to Mary Margaret. "So David got his boy, finally."

Mary Margaret's smile was radiant. "I had him prepared for a girl just in case. I showed him the gypsy pendant and made it swing east to west, just so he'd think we were having a girl," She said, sitting down on the bed with her back against the headboard. She draped a light blanket across her front and did some adjusting, and then sat back to feed Leo.

"If you're all settled in here, I'll go back up near the entrance and keep watch," Graham said.

"I can take a watch if you need me to, mate." Hook offered.

"Oh, that won't be necessary. Red's friends are also helping out, and she'll be along in a few hours as well. She runs food and information to us daily."

"Daily?" Hook asked. "Aren't we at least a two day walk from the castle?"

Emma shook her head. "Not for Red. Long story."

"I've got a pot of stew on the fire," Graham said. "Help yourselves. There are plenty of open bedchambers, as well." He gave a nod and headed back through the door.

Emma sat down at the head of the bed next to her mother. "So you fooled David into thinking he had a girl with some gypsy thing?"

"Uh-huh. It's right there over the table." She pointed to the small table nearby, set with diapers. Hanging above it was a circular silver pendant on a delicate chain. "It was my mother-in-law's."

Emma pulled it down, but the pendant hung still. "Didn't work for me. But we all know I had a boy."

"That's just it - it only predicts your firstborn. Yours is already born so it won't work for you. It worked for me, but only once - of course, I didn't share that with your father. That way if we ended up with a girl he'd be used to the idea and if he got his boy it would just be a nice surprise."

"Diabolical," Hook said, sitting down in a chair with a bowl of stew. He handed one over to Emma. "You should eat, love."

Regina gave him a dirty look. "Thank you, I'd love some stew."

He rolled his eyes. "Relax, your majesty." He handed her his bowl. "I'll go fetch another." He stood up, gesturing to the chair. "Would you care to sit down?"

Regina gave a sigh. "No, I'm going to find a room and get some sleep. Maybe I can get some of my power back before morning." She brushed her fingertips across Leo's head, which was just peeking out from the top of the blanket. "He's beautiful," she whispered to Mary Margaret.

"Thank you," She answered softly. "He is, isn't he?" She kissed the top of his head, then turned back to Emma. "So fill me in on everything. Did the book work? Is the witch still - "

She stopped abruptly, because Emma was asleep.

"Oh," Mary Margaret said, with just the right motherly tone. "She looked exhausted."

"She was," Hook said.

"She can sleep here," Mary Margaret offered, "But I'll be up and down all night feeding the baby. She may not get much rest."

"I can carry her to a bed," Hook said, standing up.

"To sleep." Mary Margaret reiterated.

He put a hand to his heart. "You have my word as a gentleman."

"It's the pirate part of you I worry about, Hook." Mary Margaret gave him a wry grin.

He reached out and took the bowl of stew off Emma's lap, carefully placing it on the table. Then he unthreaded the gypsy pendant from between her fingers, holding it out to Mary Margaret. "Where did you have this?"

"Oh, I hang it above the table, there," Mary Margaret said, smiling over at him. Suddenly, she reached out, grabbing his wrist. "Hook?"

She was staring down at the pendant as it swung to and fro.

"Hmm." She said with a shrug. "I guess it works on men, too."

"What?" He said.

"The pendant. It can predict the sex of your firstborn child." She gave him a smile. "But I'm not telling."

Hook's face went from confused to drained of color in a heartbeat. "Are you saying that Emma is...?"

Now it was Mary Margaret's turn to look confused. "No, it doesn't work for her because she's already had her firstborn. I'm talking about you and your potential offspring someday." She stared at Hook, and realization slowly dawned. Her mouth formed a perfect "O" as her jaw dropped. "And you think I'm talking about Emma...and you."

Hook sat down at the foot of the bed, his eyes glued to the pendant swinging from his fingers.

"She was so tired," He mumbled. "I didn't even think..."

"It's too soon to know that for sure," Mary Margaret said quietly. "Isn't it?"

"Yes, of course it is." He gave her a forced smile. "Entirely too soon." He hung the pendant back up, his fingers lingering on it a moment. Then he slid an arm behind Emma, and another beneath her legs, lifting her gently into his chest.

"We'll see you in the morning," He said quietly.

"Hook?" Mary Margaret called before he reached the door.

He turned. "Yes?"

"Do you want to know?"

He stared at her a long moment, biting his lip. "Are you going to tell her?"

"Are you crazy? She's not ready to hear this. Not yet."

He stared at her hard. Finally, he nodded.

Mary Margaret smiled from ear to ear. "A girl. You're going to have a little girl."

He stiffened, raising his eyebrows almost into his hairline.

"Bloody hell."