*Mhmmm, this is going to be interesting.

You see, we have Snow: pregnant with twins, living with her husband and daughter and two grandchildren. And some other dramas: the claimed- wannabe marriage of Belle and Rumple, Henry and Grace and their childhood love (much against Jefferson's will), and all the drama drama drama with August.

Note: Henry is eleven, his birthday is in October. Sorry!

So here's to a great day, my pretties, and read further!*

Coming Home

"We don't have all day, dearie." Rumple hissed, waging his finger at Snow. James looked furious at him, protectively wrapping his arms around Snow. Belle scowled at Rumple's bad behavior, but said nothing.

Eighteen, Snow thought. Eighteen would be perfect for all of us. Emma wouldn't approve, though. Juliet. And all I want is to see my beautiful daughter happy. "Current time." She piped, making sure it was audible.

Rumple clapped at the Blue Fairy. "And the vial, missy." She tossed him a little glass vial half full with purple liquid. He drew closer to the tree that August and Emma both vaguely recognized. "All boarding, come closer." He said like an auctioneer, loud and overbearing as ever. Red pulled August nearer to the tree, Gepetto followed closely although he didn't know how he'd do home. Grace started to back away from her father as they came close to the tree, Hansel and Gretel followed Jefferson closely.

"Papa, I want to stay with Henry." Grace told him softly, but Jefferson wouldn't stand for that. He grabbed her wrist gingerly and pulled her closer to the tree.

"Come on, Grace, you have to come through when we do." Jefferson reminded her, she rolls her eyes but cooperates.

The fairies stood nearer, Grumpy walked to Nova's side. The dwarfs followed suit, Abigail and Frederick moved to the crowd. The two royal families remain, Rumple pulled Belle into the mound. "Come on, Belle, we need to go." He told her clutching the bottle.

"You're staying with us, Rumplestiltkin." Emma told him protectively. "You're not leaving till we do."

"Belle is going now, however." He told her and stepped out of the crowd, swaying in front of the families. "Surprised you weren't in that set, Ella."

"I'm here to make sure you don't screw over Snow and James." Ella spat back at the man, who looked at her distastefully. "Emma, go on and take your kids. We will join you shortly, I'll watch your parents."

"Hell no." Emma returned protectively. "Go on and send them home, I'm not leaving my family. I lost them once, I'm not going down that road again." James smiled at his daughter but said nothing until Rumple backed away.

"Stand back a little, ladies and gentlemen." Rumple grinned viciously at the crowd. "You'll want to stand in the smoke when it comes." He opened the vial and poured out all of the soupy liquid. Emma nearly squealed at him, until he looked back at Snow and James. "We have an endless magic-making factory over there." Red crept into Snow's cheeks. Purple smoke flew around the tree as Rumple backed away with a chuckle, everyone looked at Snow and James as the fog swallowed them. Soon enough, these lovely people were gone.

...later that day, in our fine and flashy world, Emma's thirtieth birthday is celebrated...

There was a small red velvet cake Snow had made, frosted with cream cheese icing. "Emma" was frosted in the neatest cursive Emma had ever seen, she loved her mother's gorgeous handwriting.

Snow brought the cake- decorated with black birthday candles- into the dining room and set it on the table. The lovesick Henry set out plates for the family and their three guests that remained in the town. Ella held Alexandra in her lap, and Juliet was in Emma's. Snow watched the two distantly, imagining life like that. She would be going home soon. Who knew what would happen?

"James" Thomas said pleasantly as they sat at the barstools of the kitchen eying Henry. "we have to take this boy hunting at home."

"Of course, Thomas, but we have to learn his strengths first. He's only eleven." James added.

"Twelve in October." Emma added from the other room.

"Nonetheless." James sighed as Snow finally set down the cake. She gave Henry a hug as he pulled her chair out for her.

"Thank you for being so much help, dear." Snow gave him a quick kiss on the forehead before the cry of "Cake."

"No problem, grandma." Henry replied sweetly. "Glad I could help."

Emma, upon reaching the table and sitting Juliet in her high chair, picked up a glass and made a toast. "To no more banner years!" She exclaimed victoriously before blowing out the candles.

"What did you wish for, dear?" Snow asked hopefully.

"The same thing I wished for last year." Emma explained. "My happy, healthy family."

Snow walked out and got a box from the kitchen. With cream wrapping paper and a purple bow. "A gift, my darling."

Emma opened it cautiously, the ribbon bow popping as the paper ripped. Emma felt satin on some sorts coming from a box, which she popped the tape from instantly. Revealing a gorgeous cream dress with long sleeves, a bodice, purple swirls and lace around the neckline, and a full skirt. She saw a giant slit in the front, and under it were purple pants of the same shade as the stitching. "A dress?"

"A riding outfit. For horses." Snow informed her softly. "When we get home, I want you and Elizabeth and Eponine to ride horses."

James looked puzzled. "Elizabeth and Eponine?" He asked. "The twins?" She nodded without a word. "What hat did you pull Eponine from?"

Emma raised her hand guiltily. "I introduced her to Les Miserables." She squeaked.

"Snow, James, Emma, Elizabeth, and Eponine." Ella announced. "Sounds so grand!"

*Yay little family funness! I'll pretend that's a word! And my next chapter will be cool, coming on Saturday or Sunday, about FTL! So enjoy, and review, because that's goody goody gumdrops!*