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DON'T OWN IT.

"Ow." Graham whined, rubbing his head.

"You okay?" Emma asked.

"I'll live." He mumbled. Despite himself, Graham laughed, and so did everyone else.


"Mom, are you gonna open your presents?" Henry asked as he jumped over the back of the couch to land in a sitting position.

"No jumping on the furniture!" Snow chastised from the doorway.

"You suck the fun out of everything." Emma said, then turned her attention to her son. "Might as well." She shrugged. Delighted, Snow rushed to the hall closet and carried a bag out of it and plopped it at Emma's feet. Graham took a seat next to his wife. "I don't suppose you want to unwrap them?" Emma quipped.

"I'm not that childish." Graham insisted, crossing his arms with a huff. He got his intended reactions, chuckles from his family. "But, you know, it doesn't hurt to split them." As he tore into the first one, he smiled.

"What is it?" Henry asked.

"It's from Ruby." Emma snatched the partially unwrapped present from him, as well as the card. She read, "Congratulations, guys! Ever since I saw the two of you in Storybrooke in action, Sheriffing and Deputying, I knew you guys were meant to be. Snow used to tell me when she was pregnant with Emma (I'm assuming Graham's reading this cause Emma doesn't do presents, which is why I asked everyone to just mail them to Snow so that our favorite Sheputy (yup, that's what I'm calling her cause Graham's Sheriff again, but she's still kinda Sheriff, sorry if I'm not making sense) and if I'm wrong about Graham being the one reading this then oops). Anyway, I was thinking about what to get you guys, and it's customary here to get the newlyweds kitchenware. I knew a toaster was totally out of the running since Emma likes to murder them, and I thought knives would be a little hazardous considering Emma's adjusting and all… you know, for the safety of Graham, and especially when he knocks her up and she's puking or in labor or any of that fun stuff. On that note, cause I know you two are going to have a baby, Jiminy and I (well, mainly me) decided to get some baby clothes. I know they're all pink and Emma will probably have a fit, but I know it's gonna be a girl because Graham can spoil his little princess and he'll be so cute with her, and Emma will make her a badass, and she's gonna be so cute! I'm done my rant… really guys, I'm super happy for you. With love, Red (Ruby) and Jiminy (Archie).

"Well, that was a mouthful." Emma said, smiling. "Same old Ruby, I suppose."

"Open it!" Henry whined, his eyes trained on the present in her arms.

"Okay, Kid, cool it." The blonde sighed. Her grin grew wider. "I suppose red's a shade of pink…" she held up a mini red leather jacket.

"Oh my Gods!" Snow gushed. "That girl is a genius. I knew I was friends with her for a reason."

"I wonder if Archie had any say in it…" James wondered aloud, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Knowing her, probably not." His wife replied.

"What else's in there?" Henry asked.

"Let's see." Graham peeled back more wrapping paper to reveal a pink onesie and two t-shirts, one light pink and reading, 'Best Little Sister' and another darker pink one reading, ' Mommy's Favorite Badass'. He held both shirts up with a smile.

"I can't believe she did that!" Snow said. "I mean, the baby's going to be a month old and wearing something with that on it." But her poorly concealed grin told her family that she was just as amused as they were. "Typical Red."

"I bet she's gonna look like Mom." Henry said. "I look nothing like her, so I must look like my dad, and his genes aren't gonna be in the baby, so unless she looks like Graham…"

"Well, I can say one thing for certain." James started. "Emma has Snow's eyes, and you have Emma's eyes. So your sister will have your mom's eyes."

"And chin!" Snow pointed out.

"I guess we'll find out in five months, won't we." Emma laughed. "This one's from… huh… Regina and Daniel. Are there bombs here?"

"No, not that I'm aware of." Snow shared an uneasy glance at James.

"She actually dropped that one off a few months ago, saying she wished she had… changed before the wedding." Snow said. "I didn't say anything since you weren't opening the other ones and I wasn't sure you'd even want to hear it cause of the hormones…"

"It's fine." Emma smiled. "Probably for the best, anyway. I think I even threatened to kill Graham once, so obviously I was hormonal and stuff. I've never seen black wrapping paper before."

"Let me open it." Graham said in all seriousness. "In case it is booby trapped or something."

"It's not." The blonde said firmly. "Regina's legit, she's changed. She's not gonna try to bomb us or something." At her family's questioning stares, she elaborated: "What I said before was a joke, guys." To prove her point, she tears the wrapping paper off and digs into the box. "Are you f–ing kidding me!?" To make her mother happy, she sidestepped the colorful language she had intended to use.

"What is it?" Snow questioned.

"Well, there's two things, but I've only seen one of 'em. It's a photo album of Henry since the day she adopted him…" Emma forgot that her son was in the room for a moment. "It's…"

"You should probably read the card–note–letter thingy." Graham suggested, gently taking the small book out of his wife's hands so she would stop staring at it. "You know, it's probably gonna explain."

"You can." She shoved it at him, and Graham had flashbacks to right before Regina ripped his heart out.

"Oky doky, then… Dear Emma and Graham, it's nice to be able to call the former by her name. And Graham… well, I'm not calling you Huntsman. I'm happy for you two, I really am. Even though you took my man, Miss Swan. That was a joke. I never got the chance to truly apologize for what I did. Unfortunately, that could be applied to too many things. I really am regretful about everything I did, from ripping Graham's heart out to tormenting Snow to the curse. Emma, I am so sorry I forced you to grow up without your parents. In your words, enough said. I know the pictures of Henry will be bittersweet for you. I hope eventually the bitterness will fade. I never told you about him when he was little, but I suppose you never asked. If you ever want to know, you know where to find me. The other gift is for the baby. Enclosed with it is another note. Good luck with everything, and my kindest regards, Regina."

"We didn't blow up." Emma stated, still reeling from seeing that first picture of her son.

"Open it." Henry urged. The blonde smiled, handing the box off to Graham.

"Thought you might have fun opening it." She said. He pried open a second box and smiled.

"They're pacifiers. She says that she's sure our daughter's going to have a temper and will throw tantrums and that these should help."

"I didn't know she had sense of humor." Emma said.

"Me neither." Henry smirked.

"This one's from Ashley… Cinderella… whoever the Hell she is."

"Most people call her Ella." Snow helpfully supplied.

"Alright, here goes… Congratulations! I wish I have more to say, but I don't really know you two that well. Thomas and I were trying to figure out what to get, and we kept looking at Alexandra in hopes it would dawn on us. And it did. You'll see." Emma finished reading and pulled a bundle of five bibs from the bag.

"They're rainbow colors." Snow smiled. "Green, yellow, orange, red, and white. Mary's going to look so cute."

"Mary?" Emma raised an eyebrow.

"Well, aren't you going to name her after me from Storybrooke?"

"Sorry…" The blonde cringed. "That would be just a little weird, since you were… are… my friend. Like I said, Graham and I haven't decided on a name or anything yet." Though in Emma's mind, she already had.