SORRY IT'S TAKEN ME SO LONG TO UPDATE. WRITING CHAPTER 14 OF THERE'S A LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL TOOK LONGER THAN I ANTICIPATED, AND THIS ONE AS WELL. ANYWAY, HERE IT IS, I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!

Snow and James stared at their daughter in shock. They were very well aware of the fact that she and Graham were trying to have a baby, but it never occurred to them that it was going to happen. Henry ran over and hugged the happy couple, too.

"Em, this is amazing!" Graham beamed. He blinked back happy tears. Realizing they had to say something, Snow took a deep breath.

"I'm ecstatic." The brunette smiled. She looked over at James, who was doing his best not to glare at Graham. She nudged him.

"As I've said before, it's a good thing he's a good man. Emma, I'm so happy for you guys."

"I'm going to be a big brother!" Henry yelled happily. He put his face in front of Emma's stomach. "Hey, little brother or sister. My name is Henry. I'm your brother. I'm super excited to meet you, so come quick! Just don't get here too early and get sick."

"Henry…" The blonde whispered, happy tears that had been pooling in her eyes mixing with those of pride and finally spilling over. "You're the best kid ever."

"Oops." He smiled an apology. "I didn't mean to make you cry. Sorry."

"Better get used to it, Kid. You've got the next 8 months of this." She embraced him again.

"Hormones suck." James agreed. "When your mother was pregnant with you, she was laughing one minute and crying the next, then started throwing stuff at me."

"I wasn't that bad, Charming." Snow rolled her eyes.

"You weren't the one who had to deal with you." Turning to Graham, the king said, "You're in for a treat."

"She can't get any worse than she's already been." He brushed the warning to the side. "I mean, somebody has to agree with me, right?"

"You know what else sucks? Morning sickness." Emma bolted to the bathroom. Without a second thought, Graham raced after her. Snow winced as she heard the heaving from the other room.

"I only puked once with you!" Snow called helpfully.

"I don't think that was a necessary comment." James said matter-of-factly. Emma stumbled down the hall, groaning. Graham was right behind her, hands up in case she tipped over backwards.

"This kid's already annoying me." She looked down and put a hand on her stomach. "I can't believe I'm talking to my stomach but… you gotta calm down, Child."

"Child?" Graham gave her an incredulous look.

"Well, Henry's 'Kid', so this one can't be that, too. Can you think of a better nickname?"

"Uh, how about 'Baby'?" He suggested, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"That sounds like… I don't even know. Something I wouldn't say."

"I called you 'Baby' sometimes." Snow said, picking up the plates. "You used to kick when I did." Sensing Emma's discomfort, Henry decided to change the subject.

"Hey, Grandma, you make awesome French Toast."

"Thanks, Henry." Snow smiled. Inwardly, though, she was frowning; Emma had her walls back up, and she couldn't figure out why.

"Mom?"

"Mhm?" The blonde looked over at her son.

"When can I see August? I miss him."

"Um, I don't know. I don't even know where he went after your grandparents yelled at him. I'll go look. I want to take a walk anyway." She grabbed her jacket.

"Aren't you gonna change?" Graham asked. Emma took in her appearance. She was sure her hair had a serious case of bedhead going for her, but her gray sweatpants and black t-shirt were fine.

"No." She shrugged and exited. She walked for fifteen minutes until she came to the biggest tree in the forest. She found August sitting in a nook in it. "Thought I'd find you here."

"Ah, so I see you did pay attention." He quipped, hopping out. "It's good to see you."

"Henry could say the same." She stuffed her hands in her pockets.

"Oh come on, Emma. You knew you wanted to see me." August gave her a toothy grin.

"Maybe." She shrugged. "Is this really where you spend all your time?"

"My dad is still furious at me for abandoning you, so yeah. It is." He said glumly.

"Sorry." She kicked at a pebble.

"It's not your fault; it's mine."

"Yeah, but I'm the reason…" She sighed. "Anyway, you could live with us till he calms down. I mean, if you want. Don't feel like you have to. I mean, it wouldn't be pretty, since I'm pregnant and apparently I had horrible mood swings before and I'll be even hornier, and Graham and I had sex every night as it was, and I'll be puking every day and have really weird and gross cravings, but…" The words flew out of her mouth at lightning speed.

"Emma." He chuckled, placing two hands on her shoulders. "Congratulations!" He beamed. "This is awesome."

"You're not upset?"

"Why would I be?" August asked.

"Well, you asked me out several times in Storybrooke and…" She shrugged sheepishly. "I see you as more of a brother and friend, I guess. Obviously I do. I mean, you're sexy and all, but Graham's my one true love. Oh God." She moaned, putting her face in her hands. "That all came out wrong."

"Hey, you need to calm down. It's okay, it'll be our little secret."

"I only see you as a brother and friend."

"I know. This here is an amicable hug." He pulls her close. "I'm happy for you and Graham. Everyone around here is having babies."

"Only Ruby, or Red… me, and well, my mom was pregnant but she lost it." Emma looked up at him, a smile on her face. "I'm not kidding, Henry really wants to see you."

"I'm sure he does." He chuckled again. "Tell him I'll meet him by the river, where that big rock formation is."

"And what makes you think I'll let him go?" She challenged, crossing her arms. August smirked.

"Emma, what's wrong?" He motioned for her to sit with him on a nearby fallen log. She eyed it but agreed after a few moments.

"Nothing."

"Nothing with you means something. You're walled up again. Talk to me." He gave her a concerned look.

"It must be the hormones, that's all." She shrugged.

"Emma…" His voice was pleading. "I'm not someone you have to see every day. I'm not someone who will tattle to your parents. As you said, I'm just a friend. A concerned friend."

"Actually, I'm seeing Archie in an hour." She admitted. "It's not that I don't trust you, cause if I had my way I'd talk to you instead of him, but… I need a professional, August. I need someone who knows what to do other than give me advice. Honestly, I don't know how I've stayed sane this long."

"That's because you're the most amazing person I've ever met."

"No I'm not." She muttered under her breath.

"Yes you are. Emma, I've never met anyone who balances strength with vulnerability and friendliness with wariness and bravery with the ability to run as well as you do. You're so fascinating."

"It's no wonder you and Henry get along." Emma slapped her knees and got up. All of the compliments were freaking her out. "I have to find my way back to the castle, get a horse and find Archie's. I'll be lucky if I even find the place."

"You didn't answer my question!" He called after her.

"I already told you; I'm fine." With that, she started her jog back to the castle.

"I win!" Henry yelled as a breathless Emma burst through the door. He showed all his cards. "Four of a kind."

"Wait a second." Emma panted. "You're teaching him how to play poker?"

"He's a natural." James responded.

"He gets that from me." The blonde gloated. "I used to play in this league since I was 21, and I won the tournament every year until Henry found me."

"Oh?" Snow raised an eyebrow.

"Anyway, I have to get ready. Um…" It suddenly occurred to her that only Snow knew where she was going. "It's top secret. I'll be back in a few hours, and then I'll show you who's boss." She flew up the stairs, leaving the other three looking at Snow with expectant looks.

"It's a long story." The queen sighed. "Okay, the next winner doesn't have to do the dishes for a week." They began playing, and a few minutes later Emma came flying back down the stairs, her signature white tank top, blue jeans, brown boots, and red jacket on.

"See you later!" She waved as she went out the door.

Archie smiled as he motioned for Emma to enter his small office. She looked around, her eyes settling on a newly taken picture.

"Aaron's cute. Congratulations." She said.

"Thanks." He smiled and sat down. He gestured for Emma to do the same, and she hesitantly did.

"So what brings you here?" Archie asked, pulling out a notebook and pen. The blonde shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

"Apparently I'm addicted to running away from my problems. I guess I'm having a hard time dealing with everything, too. I'm pregnant." She smiled at the last sentence.

"Congratulations. I think."

"Thanks. We wanted this."

"So, what's your relationship with Graham like? He died in your arms and had been died for five years, then he comes back to life."

"It just makes me more thankful to have him here." She said honestly.

"Let's go back to the breaking of the curse. You had to kill Rumplestiltskin, even though he didn't end up dead, not really."

"That's correct." She didn't like where this was going.

"How do you feel about that?" She also doesn't like the way he's scrutinizing her.

"I had a few nightmares, but I'm fine. I did what I had to do to save my family."

"That's been your motto as of late, am I right? Your excuse for everything is that you had to."

"That is so not true. I've apologized for a lot of things!" That put her on the defensive.

"Okay, maybe I'm wrong." Archie backpedalled. "But you do agree that responsibility isn't always something that comes naturally to you."

"I'm very different, Archie. I'm not who I used to be." She looked up at, her eyes almost haunted-looking.

"Sometimes you wish you were." He knew he had hit a nerve when she kept silent for a few moments.

"I can't run away from this. It used to be so easy to never get hurt."

"Maybe you don't want to run away." He suggested.

"I don't know how to do this, though. I have walls up and I don't know how to knock them down. As soon as I think things are about to go south, I detach."

"I guess the question is, do you want them down?" He asked carefully.

"Yes." Emma replied firmly.