SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN A WHILE. I HAD A BUNCH OF SCHOOLWORK AND MY SIMS 3 GAME HAD A BIT OF A CRISIS.
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"It was worth a shot." Snow smirked. "I figured you guys wouldn't name her after me, but…" she shrugged. "Besides, I knew you'd hate the name 'Mary'."
"It's better than 'Snow'." Emma quipped. "I mean, no offense, but I'd like an actual name." Snow shot her daughter a smile, knowing the blonde had already named her, unbeknownst to the men, including Graham.
"It's okay." The brunette said. "I've often pondered just what my mother was thinking."
"And on that note, I thank you for picking a normal one for me."
"But Grandma, it makes for an awesome shipping name!" Henry exclaimed.
"Shipping? Like a boat?" James had a bewildered expression on his face.
"No." Henry laughed. "A 'ship' is short for 'relationship'. So your relationship name is cool."
"Relationship name?" The king still wasn't getting it.
"Really, guys?" Emma sighed. "Even I get it, and I'm the queen of hating relationships. Except for me and Graham's. That came out wrong." She groaned.
"I still love you." Graham pulled her onto him, wrapping his arms around her waist and his hands resting on her slightly protruding stomach.
"Together, you and Grandma are called 'Snowing'. It's a mesh of your names." Henry explained.
"And what's ours, Kid?" Emma raised an eyebrow.
"You and Dad's? Obviously Gremma. Which is why you should name my sister Gemma. It's close enough."
"We already talked about this. That's a no go."
"What about Henrietta?"
"No!" The blonde exclaimed. Graham rubbed his ear. "First of all, that's an old person name. And secondly, I can't have my kids' names be too close. I don't like that idea."
"Hey, watch who you call old." James warned, feigning a stern voice.
"Sorry, Dad. I keep forgetting you have a thirty three year old daughter."
"You wound me." He fell out of his chair in mock hurt. Henry laughed.
"There are days when I seriously question just what motivated me to marry that man." Snow sighed, pushing herself off of the adjacent couch with an eyeroll.
"You, too! You all should be nicer to me."
"If you can pull yourself together and act like an adult, there will be key lime pie for you." She said.
"Oh, that is low. You know that's my favorite." James scrambled off the floor and flew into the kitchen behind his wife, desperate to be on her good side again.
"Come on, Grams! He's just being funny." Henry was quick to defend his grandfather. "We're having fun."
"Relax, Kid." Emma smiled. "She's just giving him a hard time."
"So she's not actually mad at him?"
"It's like what your mom does to me." Graham winked.
"Hey!" Emma swatted his chest. "Come on, let's go get that key lime pie."
"You look amazing!" Snow gushed as she barged into her daughter's room.
"Hasn't anyone in this castle heard of something called knocking?" The blonde sighed as she plopped onto her bed.
"I'm your mother. I have special privileges. But in all seriousness, Emma, you're breathtaking." Snow wasn't exaggerating. The white, knee-length dress hugged Emma in all the right places, accenting her four month pregnant belly. The dress tied around her neck. It was simple but it was the most her family could talk her into.
"Thanks." She blushed slightly.
"Will you let me do your hair?" Snow asked hopefully.
"Sure." The blonde shrugged, playing it off as no big deal when in reality, her heart leaped into her throat every time Snow offered to do something motherly toward her. Snow began to hum as she gently guided the brush through the blonde, curly locks.
"Do you care how I do it?"
"Not really." By the time Snow was finished, Emma's hair was down but had the fronts pulled up, creating a bump on the top of her head.
"Look." The brunette urged. Carefully, so as not to mess anything up, Emma crossed the room and smiled when she saw her reflection.
"How'd you get so good at this stuff?" She asked in amazement.
"As you know, my mom died when I was young. Regina… well… she did some things with me. It turns out she's very fond of hair." At this, Emma scoffed.
"Right, cause she's not a hair murderer. She chopped yours and hers off in Storybrooke."
"Point taken." Snow had so quietly crossed the room, Emma had not heard her. The brunette squeezed Emma's shoulder, and the latter jumped.
"When'd you get over here?"
"A moment ago." A small smile played across Snow's lips. "Today is all about you and her." She placed a hand on her daughter's stomach. "Do you want to tell me her name?"
"You'll find out in a few months." Emma smirked.
"I guess I'll just have to wait, then. Well, I'm going to send Graham in. He's been pacing downstairs, dying to see you." She was just about to exit the room when she turned her head and added, "To give you fair warning, your father's grumbling. He's quite happy to be having a second grandchild, but it's still hard for him to see his little girl so grown up."
"I know." Emma smiled sadly, her thoughts drifting to Henry. "And hey, thanks for letting me wear flats."
"We wouldn't want you to trip and hurt yourself or the baby." Snow shot her daughter a teasing look. "I'm leaving this time. For real." After the door closed, Emma lowered herself onto the bed. A mere few months ago, her mother's words would have scared her. They'd have been the last words she ever wanted to hear. But today, Emma didn't freak out. She didn't panic, thinking that one of the two people who should love her unconditionally was going to leave her. She knew that Snow wasn't going anywhere, that her words held an entirely different context. Graham barreled in, pulling Emma from her thoughts.
"You should wipe the drool off your face." She said dryly, causing Graham to frown.
"Mood swing?" He questioned, thinking they had gotten past that point.
"No, I…" She sighed, "Sorry. I meant for that to have a teasing, sarcastic twinge to it."
"Eh, it's okay." He took a seat next to her and rubbed her back. "I know you didn't mean it. Everything okay?"
"Yeah, and that's the weird thing. You know what Snow said? She said, 'I'm leaving this time. For real'. She meant it as leaving the room to get you, cause every time she'd start to leave she ended up not. And, you know, I thought… I mean, what she said should affect me, right? I should be scared of them, and I'm not. I mean, as happy as I am that I know without doubt that she –and you, Henry, Dad, and our daughter– aren't going to leave, it also terrifies me that I trust her, and you guys, so much that I don't get scared you're gonna leave, even when you say things like that. I know, I'm babbling like an idiot and I'm not making any sense, but it make sense to me, and–" Graham cut her off with a long, passionate kiss.
"Babe."
"Mhm?" She squeaked, still breathless and foggy from the kiss.
"Calm down. You're fine. Everything's fine." Graham kissed her again.
"If you keep doing that," she said in a hoarse voice, "we're never gonna make it downstairs, and Snow's going to have to come up and she won't be happy."
"Calm down." He repeated with a smile, then placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. He held his hand out to her. "Come on. Snow wants you down before everybody gets here."
"'Kay." She took it, allowing him to pull her off the bed.
"When I walked in, I was about to say that you look beautiful." Graham gave her that look that made her knees wobble.
"You're so lucky I'm wearing flats right now…" she muttered. "Thank you."
"I love you, Ems."
"Love you to." She said against his stubble.
SORRY THIS HAS TAKEN ME SO LONG TO GET UP. I WAS GOING TO HAVE THE ACTUAL BABY SHOWER IN THIS ONE (WHEN I STARTED WRITING IT, THAT WAS THE PLAN), BUT I DECIDED TO GET THIS UP FOR YOU GUYS AND NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE IT. THANKS FOR READING, AND FEEL FREE TO CLICK THE BLUE BUTTON BELOW!
