Hey guys! I am really sorry for the delay. With school and COVD-19 it has all been crazy, doing all I can to catch up! I hope you like this chapter, and I promise to post another one by the end of October. Enjoy!

There complete silence among the Blanchard-French family for a moment; shock among the parents and brothers, embarrassment among the girls.

August just wanted to kick and shout over this, Neal he thought to himself. He did more than just break Emma's heart now; this was going to change her life forever. "That son of a bitch. He—" He looked back at his baby sister, realizing all he wanted to say, his family was not going to want to hear. "I—I need a minute." August practically stormed out of the room, slamming the door.

"Chip, could give us a minute alone with the girls?" Lacey requested from her son.

"Sure." Replied the boy. "I'll head back to the house. Make sure everything clean and organized when everyone gets home."

"Thank you." Mary Margret gave him her car keys and Chip, leaving the mothers and daughters alone to deal with the next serious topic in their family.

"Mom… please don't just stare. Please say something, yell if you want." The one thing Emma didn't want was the silence treatment.

Snow White nor Belle knew what to say to this. As mothers there was million things they could fix. A scrape on a knee, they could get a band aid and kiss to make it better. Problems with school, they could help get their grades up. Trouble with the law, they could find a way to help their daughters learn their makes but keep them from being sent away. Trouble with a boy, Belle would hold them, comfort their broken hearts, and Snow would find a bow and arrow somewhere. This, this was something neither of them could fix. Their baby girls were now having babies.

"I just—I think we're trying understand." Lacey first spoke. "You should have come to us if you were having sex. I thought also we talked to you guys about protection?"

"You did. Henry and I were safe, we always have been." It became clear in that statement Rosie and Henry had been together, more than just once, disturbing the parents. "I—got birth control pills around Halloween. Last time were together we were—" Then it suddenly hit her. "Oh god, I was changing pills during that time." She threw head back on the pillow, feeling how stupid she felt her actions. "We used a condom but—"

"I get it, you were trying to be safe." Mary Margret was more empathic to her niece. She did wish both of the girls came forward of being sexually active, but at least one was trying to be smart about having sex. "Emma?"

"Neal and I—we only did it once. I wasn't anywhere near getting my period. I didn't think anything would happen—"

"Anything can happen Emma. Even if it is once!" Mary Margret did yell, but immediately regretted it. She and Lacey agreed walking into the hospital yelling would not solve anything. "I'm sorry. Doctor, does everything look okay, with the babies?"

"Yes. They're both about eight weeks along." The doctor stated. "Would you like to do an ultrasound today? Or wait for some time to figure out—what your options are?"

They all knew what that meant… discussing terminating the pregnancy. At first Rose and Emma just stared back, expecting in fear Mary Margret and Lacey would make whatever decision they thought was for them. As much the two older ladies wanted to do what they thought was best for their daughters, forcing any decisions would push the them away. Right, now, these little girls, now becoming mothers themselves, needed their mommies.

"Uh—it's up to the girls." Mary Margret took the lead asking the question. "Emma, Rose. Do you want an ultrasound? We can do it while were here, or if you need some time, we can go home and come back here when you're ready."

The teenagers looked between one another this time. Part of them wanted to make the decision together, not wanting to leave the other behind, or feel guilty for one of them doing something different. Rosie knew one thing, she couldn't make any decisions, not today.

"I'm still recovering from an accident. I lost someone loved, and now I have to decide if I want to be a mother, at 17?" Tears formed in her eyes. "I've barley had a minute to process all of this. I—I just want to go home. Please take me home."

Completely sobbing all Belle could think to do was wrap her little girl in her arms once again. "Okay—it's okay. We'll go home." Then she directed her attention to the doctor. "Can you get my daughter's discharge papers please? I would like to take her home."

The doctor nodded leaving, and then Emma spoke up for what she wanted. "Can I go home too? I've had long night too, and I just, want to think about it."

Mary Margret really didn't care about Emma's long night, but also had enough of this hospital. "Okay, let's all go home."

When women of the house came home, Chip greeted them with clean dishes, and laundry being done. Rosie's bed ready for her to rest in, and comfort food of mac and cheese. August found his way home, but it was a quiet night in the Blanchard-French house. No wanted to say anything to Rosie, just give her space and time. Everyone still had anger towards Emma for what she did. No one knew where to go from here.

Three days had past, but it seemed it was much longer. It was Monday, Lacey and Mary Margret would have normally made the children go to school. Rosie was still recovering, and Chip as well as Emma did not want to go and face everyone. With all whispering and making faces about the accident they were in, and the friend they lost. This was the one time the mothers agreed to let the children take a mental health day.

Rosie was laying in her bed, looking as a shell of the former happy, kind girl she once was. Emma knocked bringing in a bowl of hot soup.

"Hey." Emma's voice sounded as if she was talking to not frighten a wild animal. "I know you said you weren't really hungry, but mom and Aunt Lacey want you have at least something."

"Thanks." As Emma was about walk out the room, Rosie made another remark. "Have you thought about it? I mean—what you want to do with the baby?"

Rosie barely said a word the last three days, and that was the last thing anyone expected to hear first. "Oh. Well—not really. I guess I'm—still kind of in shock. Have you?" Emma didn't want to shy away from her cousin. All she wanted was for them talk again.

"Kind of." It was just as confusing as it sounded. "I haven't stopped thinking about since the doctor told us. It's like—I keep thinking about I shouldn't be a parent, I'm too young, throwing my life away; but then I think about Henry. What he would want; and I want keep any part of him I can."

"I get it. I get why you feel torn."

"What about you, do you feel torn?"

"Not really. All I keep thinking about is—how I screwed everything up; and there is no way I could be a mother."

"Oh, stop it Emma."

"I mean it Rosie, I—"

"And I meant it too stop. Stop with the guilty, pity party when you walk around this house, and the way you look at me. It's been three days of it, but it feels like a lifetime. I can't take it anymore. We have to move forward."

"How can we move forward? You're hurt, you lost Henry, all because of my stupid choices with Neal. This is all my fault!"

"Emma, I made the I the choice to go after you and Neal, so did Henry. The guys that hit us, they killed Henry and hurt me." Rosie would not dis-acknowledge Emma's actions. "You made terrible mistakes Emma, and they had affected our family. It doesn't make you terrible person." She paused once more before her last statement. "Things won't be the same, but we have to move on. We won't survive any of this unless we do."

Emma was the first to break down, in a flood of tears. She crashed right at the foot of her cousin's bed. Rosie wrapped Emma in her arms, joining in the cry. After days the two girls let all the emotions out with one another. Rosie was right, things were never going to be the same. This was bigger than her losing Henry; even when she would forgive Emma, she would not forget. Never look at her cousin the same again. Emma would have to live with the mistakes that hurt her family the rest of her life. Her family would forgive her, Emma she had to learn to forgive herself. That was the next chapter of their lives. Not only navigating their unplanned pregnancies but learning to forgive. For the first time, neither of them had the slightest idea how it would turn out. After all the tear ducts were shed, the girls just sat on Rose's bed, talking.

"Are you going to reach out to Neal? Tell him about any of this?" Rosie questioned.

"No, no matter what we decide, I won't tell Neal. He made his choice, he left. He's not worthy of being around us. Not anymore." Emma made that decision right then and there. "What do you think Henry would want?"

"I—I think he would have stood by me. No matter what I chose, maybe he would know what to do." Rosie paused before finishing. "I just feel like, I gotta do something to honor Henry. That something good has come out this for him."

"I understand you want that. You can't make whatever choice you make for Henry. It's about you now; I know you're not selfish, but you're allowed to be in the situation. We both are."

"Thanks. And for the record, there is no we."

"What?"

"Of course, we're going to be there for one another, but neither one of us can make this decision together. The decision about our babies, our futures, they have to be our own; without any influence on one another."

The sister-cousins continued to talk, for hours until passing out from pure exhaustion. Helping one another decide what would be best for each other.

The next morning, Lacey and Mary Margret got up together, going to the kitchen to make coffee and start breakfast, were almost startled, to see their daughters up, and at the kitchen table.

"Hey. How are you two feeling?" Mary Margret asked first.

"I'm okay just more tired usual." Said Rosie.

"I threw up this morning." Emma commented.

Lacey softly chuckled. "That's normal. For the first few months I was pregnant you had me constantly throwing up."

"There were days I was so tired being pregnant with you, I could barley get out of bed." Mary Margret recalled her own memories.

"I think—I know, what I want to do about the baby." Emma told.

"We both do." Rosie followed.

That explains why they're up this early, the moms thought in their heads, but then prepared for the seriousness this conversation would be.

"Okay; okay, let's talk." Mary Margret said both her and Lacey joining the table.

There was silence for a moment, but Lacey broke it. "I think you too are going to have to speak first." She meant to the girls.

"Right, sorry." Rose wanted to find the right words, but there weren't any, it was ripping off a band-aid. "We both put a lot of thought to this. I'll just—tell my decision first… I want to keep the baby."

"I want to keep it too." Emma then told her choice.

Lacey and Mary Margret wish they could say they were surprised but were not. Rosie always had a nurturing nature, cared about anyone she would form an attachment to. Emma was not one to open herself up often, developing attachments was rare for her. All they wanted was for all their children, to live their best lives. Now their daughter's lives were going to be altered forever, their whole families were. They were going to need help and would never turn theirs back on family.

"Okay, we understand you made your choices, but we just have questions." Spoke Mary Margret.

"Did you two make this decision together?" Lacey asked first. "Because you two shouldn't make this choice because one of you wants to, and the other doesn't. This has to be—"

"Mom, we know that. We didn't decide this together. It was on our own, and I'm not making this because I'm grieving Henry." Rose explained her perspective. "I just feel— that I want, something good, to come from all of this. I think keeping this baby—is meant to be that."

It made since. Lacey could tell a small part of it was her daughter wanting to keep holding onto her late love but did believe it was mainly for something good to come from a terrible tragedy.

"Emma? Are you making this decision for any improper reason? Guilt, anger about Neal?" Mary Margret wanted her own child's view.

"No. I don't even want Neal to know, he doesn't deserve to know, he left. It's not because I still feel guilty; I always will but I need to move on." Rose smiled at her cousin's remark. "I know I can't give this kid a dad, but I don't want it growing up thinking it was ever unwanted."

"Is this about your dad?" No response was the response. "Girls your fathers loved you both, so much, it's just—"

"I know, they let you leave to keep us safe." Rosie said the statement they heard multiple times.

"It just doesn't change that we've still spent our whole lives wondering about them." Emma paused before asking her next question. "Why haven't they ever come to find us? Or we find them?"

"It's complicated sweetie." Lacey attempted to brush it off.

"You guys always say that. How are we ever going to make decisions about our future, if you won't tell us about our past?" Rosie demanded.

At first Lacey wanted to respond, but Mary Margret spoke instead. "No, you're right. You have a right to know about your history; but Lacey is right it is complicated, I'll say what I can." Mary Margret took a moment to gather her thoughts before explaining. "I would like nothing more to look for your father, or them find us, but isn't safe. Remember I told you about my stepmother? Wasn't kind woman?" The girls nodded. "It was more than that, she wanted to hurt me for what did to her, and she did hurt your aunt."

"What did she do to you mom?" Rosie wondered.

"She—uh—well I was put away in prison, for something I didn't do, and her step-mother was the one that set me up."

"That's horrible."

"Wait, we're Chip, and I born in jail?"

"No, no. Thankfully it was discovered that I didn't do anything, so I managed to be released."

"But after what she did to your Aunt, when she threatened me; I didn't want to take the risk, especially being pregnant with you. Your father convinced me to run, and I did. I could only take Lacey and August, so I did. She never got to tell your father, and contacting either one them, it would mean her finding out."

"You guys are really scared of this woman, aren't you?" Asked Rosie.

"Not of her, of what she can do. When you become a parent, you'll do whatever it takes for your child's best chance. Even if means them hating you." Finished Lacey. This long story now had small tears, slowly coming from her eyes.

"Mom we don't hate you, we never could."

"Yeah. Hearing all of this, it's not everything, but—you guys gave up everything for us, Chip, and Auggie, and you keep doing that. We'll never stop loving us, even if you won't tell us everything."

"Thank you honey." Now Mary Margret now formed tears. "I promise I will explain everything, one day. I know it isn't exactly what you hoped for, but—"

"It's okay, it's enough for now." Emma and Rosie could tell even all these years later this conversation was tough. "I don't want this kid going through life with a million questions, like I did. Even if we can't give them dads."

"I don't want that either." Rosie agreed.

Belle and Snow looked between each other. Talking them out of this would not do any good. Only push the girls away, or worse make them run away. This is not the life either wanted for their daughters. They wanted them to finish school, get married and have children. Not know the pain they have experienced of being single mothers. If there was one thing that could be said about the Blanchard-French family, nothing happened the way they wanted, and their life was hard. They have also learned, hard and happy, aren't mutually exclusive.

"Okay." Lacey stated.

"Okay what?" Questioned Rosie.

"Okay, if you two want to keep the babies, we'll support that, and we'll be here to help you."

Now it was the daughters turn for tears, wrapping in hugs with their mothers. Fearing of rejection for their plan, having to be alone for the hardest part of their lives (up until now at least). Knowing they will have their family to help them through was the biggest relief the teens ever felt.

"Thank you mommy." Rosie sounded like a helpless little girl all over again.

"Rosie listen," Now it was time to be serious, "we will be here for you, and help you, but this will be your child. You have to do the big jobs; understand you won't be able to everything that you hoped to before. This won't be easy."

"I know. I think—it will all be worth it." Said Rosie.

"Emma I hope you understand that also; and you have to meet us half way. Clean up your act in school, obey the rules of this house; and never, never, run away again.

"I promise, I won't. I want do things right this time." Emma had one other thing to say. "I'm really scared."

"Me too." Rosie felt the same.

"That's okay." Said Lacey.

"We've got you." Mary Margret took her daughters hand in hers, as did Lacey and Rosie.

The tender moment lasted until the boys soon woke. The parents treated their four children to big breakfast of eggs, pancakes, bacon, biscuits, and cinnamon buns. Telling their brothers, the news resulted in compete in opposite reactions. Chip while not agreeing with it being the logical man he was, could not contain his excitement of becoming an Uncle. August still wanted to hunt down "the son the bitch", but Emma insisted to let it go. It felt the family was finally beginning to put the pieces back together from this tragedy.

"So you're telling me you got to pick your middle name?" Chip was asking his older cousin as they spoke of the story of their family on the run.

"Well after we came here we had change our identities. Mom came up with August since were in Augusta, Maine. I just happened to like Wayne for my middle initial."

"You liked the superhero comics you read growing up. You still saved your rare one's." Rosie pointed out.

"Your many things brother, but Batman isn't one of them." Emma teased.

"Oh, and you didn't come up with last name Swan because you loved the Ugly Duckling story when you little?" Emma not looking him in the eye was the answer. "Stories have bigger influence on our lives than we think. Case closed." Emma stuck her tongue out.

"If it's any constellation, I liked it when I heard. Emma Swan has good ring, maybe you should keep it." Said Chip.

"I agree." Rosie then had her own question. "Mom, Aunt M, what were your names before we came here?"

The mom's first thought about lying, but knew even if they did tell the truth, the young trio would never put it together.

"Snow."

"Belle."

"Seriously?" The boy almost didn't believe it, but the mothers confirmed nodding.

"Did anyone ever say you remind them of princess Snow White and Belle?" Emma wondered.

The two women shared a look with August, responding together. "All the time."

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