I STARTED WRITING THIS ONE AS SOON AS I POSTED 28 SO HOPEFULLY IT'S UP FASTER.

DON'T OWN IT.

Emma and Graham walked back down the aisle, hand in hand, beaming. Snow, Charming, and Henry were waiting for them outside the church part of the castle.

"You picked a black bowtie." She commented.

"Anything for you." He replied.

"While you're both being adorable right now, go change. We have a surprise for you." Snow said. Graham hid a smirk; he knew exactly what she was talking about. They did as told, and came down to the living room surprisingly fast.

"Graham," James smiled, handing him a new bow. "This is for you. Your other one got lost."

"Oh my God." He gasped, taking it with shaky hands. "It's beautiful. Thank you so much."

"Okay, Henry!" Snow called, and a fluffy white dog came running in, pouncing on Emma.

"What the-"

"Do you like him?" The brunette asked, grinning.

"What's his name?" She held the dog at arm's length, looking at it with a suspicious eye.

"He's yours, you get to name him. He's about 3 weeks old."

"It's a Boston Terrier." James elaborated.

"All mine?"

"Consider him your crash course on raising kids."

"Well, then, how about Boston?" She smiled at the dog. It barked.

"Wait, so I'm going to have siblings!" Henry beamed.

"Someday, Kid." Emma responded. To Boston, she said, "If you eat any of my stuff, I'm going to be mad."

"He won't, Mom."

"Good. Dogs teach responsibility so you can potty train and feed it."

"Emma, he's your dog." Snow reiterated. "You get to take care of him."

"I can handle putting food in a bowl but I will not pick up its crap." The blonde declared. "I'm exhausted, Graham, let's take a nap." He knew a hint when he heard one and didn't argue, even feigning a yawn. Snow and James smirked.

"I could take Henry out for some more riding lessons." James offered.

"Yeah." Henry agreed.

"Well what am I supposed to do?" Snow questioned, looking around at all of them.

"Well," The king started, "you have been rather immobile for 33 and a half years. You could always come with me and Henry. I was going to bring the wooden swords."

"Charming!" Snow glared. "I'm better with a sword than you, and you know it."

"The operative word being were." James smirked. "We shall see, my dear." He took her and Henry's hand and led them out. Through the door, Emma could make out something along the lines of,

"You were the one in a coma for 28 years and then an indecisive, crying, animal rescuer for the other 5." From her mother. She smiled at their antics. Once again alone in the castle, Graham grinned.

"I'm getting the vibes that you have no intention of sleeping."

"Not at all." Emma pulled him in for a kiss, digging her fingernails into his shoulder.

"Let's just make it up to the bed first, 'kay?" He mumbled.

"Fine." Graham picked her up and brought them up the stairs, then carefully placed her on the bed. She closed her eyes, waiting for him to take her shirt off. After a few moments, she opened them, annoyed. "Well?"

"Are we trying to get pregnant or are we just messing around?" He asked.

"Uh… do you have a preference?"

"The bigger question is, do you? I'm open for anything."

"I want to, but I'm scared." Emma admitted, resting her hands on her stomach.

"Maybe this will help." He rolled over and took her hands in his. "I imagine a little girl with blonde, curly hair running around, chasing after Henry. She has my eyes and is the third most badass person I've ever met. She's definitely a mommy's girl. When she scrapes her knee, she claims to be fine and stubbornly refuses to let anyone believe otherwise. She has my sense of direction and love for nature, though. She'll go to school and have so many friends."

"You've really thought about this, haven't you?"

"Nah, I just picked the best of our traits and mixed them together." He smiled.

"We have a fifty percent chance of having a boy." She commented.

"I'm happy either way, Emma."

"It did help. What better than to conceive hours after marriage?"

OUAT

"Henry, slow down!" James called. He had planned on taking a leisurely ride through the forest, but the boy had insisted on going fast, which was how he ended up in front.

"I found an awesome place to practice!" Henry risked a glance over his shoulder. "It has a river and grass and some sand." He slowed the horse and stopped. His grandparents did the same. They all dismounted.

"Perfect, a river." James said sarcastically. "There wouldn't be any rocks around by any chance, would there?"

"It's a river, Dummy." Snow smirked. "Of course there's rocks."

"Let's keep them away from you, then." He kissed her tenderly.

"Guys!" Henry whined.

"Sorry." They apologized. James pulled out the wooden swords. "Remember what I told you, Henry?"

"Yeah, to pivot with my whole body for more power." He replied. "I paid attention."

"I know you did." The king smiled. "Just double checking. This is a very important skill to have."

"Come on, Grandpa!" Henry held up his sword. "I can't learn unless I practice."

"Alright, alright." James laughed, doing the same. Snow perched herself on a boulder to watch her boys. After a few minutes of wood-clanking and giggles, James finally surrendered, falling to the ground. Henry stood over him triumphantly.

"I told you I paid attention!"

"You're a natural." He pushed himself up. Turning to Snow, he said, "Darling?"

"I thought you'd never ask." She drew hers. Henry sat down cross-legged on the soft grass, smiling. They began circling each other, occasionally jabbing.

"How's your day going?" He asked conversationally.

"You know how it's going." Snow replied. "Did you happen to let Boston out when you left?"

"I did not." His sword sliced through the air, but the brunette easily stepped aside. "Why?"

"Emma and Graham aren't going to check on him if he needs to go out." She said.

"I just bought a new rug!" James exclaimed, and in his moment of distraction, Snow knocked his sword from his hand. She placed hers against his neck and walked closer, agonizingly slow.

"Never get distracted, Charming." She whispered in his ear, her breath tickling his neck. He involuntarily shuddered with pleasure.

"We should check on the dog." He gulped. Smirking again, Snow headed to her horse. Over her shoulder, she called,

"You should brush up on your skills!"

"Let's go, Henry." James recovered. They made their way back to the castle and at the front door, she stopped them.

"Let me go in first in case they aren't where they're supposed to be." She cautiously took a step inside. "Emma? Graham?" Boston came barreling towards her. "Hey little guy, where are they?"

"Obviously not down here." James huffed. He still wasn't used to the idea of his daughter doing things. "I'll let him out."

"I'll make lunch." She said, and Henry followed her to help. "Don't go upstairs."

"Trust me, I won't." The boy replied.