Title: Late Night
Summary: Maybe she should wait ...
Note: This was not prompted, but instead was gif-inspired. You can find the gifs on my tumblr, by searching the verse on my fic page. Find the link to my tumblr on my author's page.
"Graham."
He looks up from his paperwork, sprawled over half the dining table. He looks tired. She knows the case he's working on has been less than fruitful lately. Still, she admires him for the work. Even after they got their memories back, he hasn't faltered as he includes Emma and Henry into a snug routine of work, family, and friends.
Henry is at Avery's, as was becoming more frequent as school picked up steam after the holidays. They have a big project due in a week's time, and Henry had her cell once he was ready to come home in the morning.
Home. Such a foreign concept. The false memories had done a lot in establishing the possibility of a home with Henry. But breaking it? Once she remembered her old life, with Henry and Graham by her side, it became a bigger milestone. Home is with them. She actually feels happy.
Graham rests his hand on his face, managing a small smile. "Yeah?" he asks, rubbing his temples as he stifles a yawn.
She shifts her weight on her feet, wondering if she should put off telling him. It's late: well past one after a long Friday that began at nearly five in the morning. But she's just come home after a long walk, after finding out exactly why she's been so lethargic lately. She has half a spine now, and she doesn't know how long before she'd tell him if she doesn't now.
Carefully, she yanks her gloves off and shrugs out her coat. Finally, she pulls her purse onto the tabletop with a clatter, and then scraps a chair back to sit in. She worries her lip between her teeth, before sliding her hands over to his. He catches them effortlessly, interlacing their fingers even as the fatigue settles on his features.
After a beat, she looks up. "I went to the doctor's today."
Immediately, his face flashes over with concern, instantly alert. "You just had a checkup two months ago. You hate going. Why … what's wrong?" he asks.
She looks down, playing with his fingers nervously. "I haven't been feeling like myself," she explains slowly.
He nods. "Yeah." She must have a bewildered look on her face, because his smile widens tentatively. "Em, I knew when you weren't feeling like yourself in Storybrooke. I think I've gotten better at it while living with you."
She forces a laugh and pulls her hand through her hair. Then, she steels herself and decides to just let it out. "So, I'm pregnant."
It's not often that she gets the chance to render him speechless; often, it requires a physical action and, even then, it doesn't usually last long. Now, though, the look on his face is priceless. Mouth parted, eyes wide … emotions flicker across his face at such a rapid pace that she can barely catch them all.
"Graham? This is usually where you say something," she cajoles, finding a smile tug at her lips. She's been worried all day about telling him, but something that keeps passing through his eyes has her heart swelling.
He's happy.
She'd been shocked. She can only imagine how shocked he is. There's been no other signs but the tiredness: no nausea, still some spotting, no changes in appetite or mood. The knowledge still hasn't settled in her head, though the first inklings of excitement are starting to bubble through.
Finally, he shudders out a breath and stands, pulling her out of her chair. His hand finds her stomach, making its way past her sweater and tee, cold palm caressing her skin. He chuckles as it finally slides into place between her hipbones. "Pregnant," he whispers, incredulously.
She nods. "I blame your fetish for open spaces," she jokes with a teary grin.
He grins in awe, finding her lips in a sweet kiss. "You think it was there?" he asks seriously.
She rolls her eyes. "We weren't exactly five thousand percent careful." It had been a case up in Hewitt, near the woods, and they may have been a little more reckless than usual. Not that she was complaining, then or now.
"Figures our kid'd get conceived in the forest," he says with a laugh. His eyes are bright, twinkling in delight.
She wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him down for another lingering kiss. "Good thing, right?" she asks, feeling an old scar flash its way to the surface.
He smiles broadly and it goes back under. "Great thing."
She believes in it, in them. All four of them.