Happy Birthday to the wonderful Jennifer Morrison! This chapter mentions little Lola.

For as long as Emma could remember, she had always made a wish on her birthday. Even when she was on the streets and didn't have a candle to blow out, she would still look at the stars and make a wish.

It had taken many years, but she finally had one of her wishes. She had wished for the longest time to finally have a family, and here she was. She was happily married, was reunited with the son she had given up for adoption, had a baby on the way, and had both of her parents.

"Life can't get much better than this," Emma said.

"Are you talking to yourself again?" Regina asked, chuckling.

Emma shrugged, turning around to face her. "Was just thinking about the wish that I was going to make this year."

"Well your wish last year came true, so this year should be interesting," Regina said, placing her hands on her stomach. Her baby bump was just starting to show, and Emma couldn't help but smile every time that she saw it.

"I didn't actually expect when I wished for our family to get bigger that it would come true," Emma said. "I was thinking more of in the future when Henry is older and married. Not having a child of our own."

Regina hummed in agreement. "Magic and wishes work in strange ways. You know that."

"Which is why my wish this year is so important," Emma said, sitting down on the bed. "I need to make sure that it gets granted as soon as the baby is born."

Regina looked at her in confusion before sitting next to her. "What are you going to wish for?"

"I can't tell you," Emma said. "Otherwise it won't come true."

"That's just a myth," Regina said. "Come on. Just tell me what you're wishing for."

Emma sighed. "I'm going to wish that I do everything right for our little baby. I didn't experience raising Henry, so I have no idea what it's like to be responsible for the actions of a child. This is my first time doing this, and I want to do it right."

Regina reached over and grabbed Emma's hand in her own, squeezing it gently. "Don't waste your wish on that."

"What?" Emma asked.

"You are going to be a natural," Regina said. "No, you don't have experience in raising a child. But if I can do it while living in a town under a curse, you can do it now. I've seen the way that you are with Neal."

"I'm not the one raising Neal, I just watch him sometimes for my parents," Emma said. "That doesn't even count."

"Emma, you have that natural mothering instinct," Regina said. "I've seen it before. Use your wish on something else."

Emma pursed her lips as she thought about it. "Okay," she said. "I have a new wish in mind. But I'm not going to tell you this one."

"Fine," Regina said, chuckling. "Now come on, your cake is downstairs; with candles and everything. Time for your wish."

"Please tell me that you didn't actually put 34 candles on that cake," Emma said.

Regina laughed. "Of course not. Henry just bought the number candles and put a three and a four on there. Worked just as well."

Emma rolled her eyes before getting up and walking with Regina down to the kitchen. Her family was gathered, as well as some of her and Regina's closest friends. With all of them watching, Emma blew out her candles, making her wish.

As everyone clapped, Emma smiled at the wish she had made. If it came true, it would change everything, but in a good way. She had wished for the chance to save another little girl from the foster system and bring her home. After all, wasn't three the magic number?

20 more days!