prompt: Emma tells Graham she's pregnant with Noelle
prompted by: arianakristine
Emma has her feet tucked under her on the couch, leaning on the arm of the chair, looking pensive. Graham knows the last two weeks, since the curse was broken, haven't been easy on her.
"You want some whiskey, Em?" he offers from his place at the kitchen counter.
"No," she shakes her head quickly, "Just some water."
He's never known her to turn down a drink, so he frowns in confusion for a moment before shrugging it off and grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge for her.
"What are you thinking, princess?" he asks, standing behind her, handing her the bottle. She hates that endearment more than any other, and he knows it, but she's too quiet and it scares him.
"I think we should see if any bigger places are available," she says slowly.
"Hey, we've got plenty of room for the two of us and Henry. We talked about this. The spare room is a little small but he loves it in there. You want to move him again so soon?"
"I know we talked about that, but… What if… What if we have more kids? Then we won't have enough room." As she speaks, he leans in over her and buries his face in her hair, periodically kissing her shoulder. She's too tense. Something's bothering her.
"We can deal with that when it's an issue," he shrugs. He's not sure why she's even bringing it up; it's not something they've talked about before. They're still learning to be a family with Henry and her parents. He'd thought maybe in a year or two he'd bring it up, see how she felt.
"Graham," Emma sighs, "It's an issue. I'm… We're having a baby."
He freezes. She moves one of her hands to press against her stomach.
"I went to the hospital today, to… I wanted to be sure, you know? Home tests aren't as accurate and I've been really stressed the past couple months and I thought maybe it was that," she stops, and looks down at her hand, and the smallest of smiles crosses her face, "We're having a baby. They said… She should be here around Christmas."
"She?" Graham asks, grinning – it's a lot sooner than he expected, but he gets to be a father and this is the happiest moment of his life so far – "Isn't it a little early to know that?"
"Mary Margaret… I was really nervous so she went with me. And she has a necklace that my grandmother gave her, that's enchanted to predict the gender of your unborn child? You hold it over your palm and if it swings one way it's a girl and the other it's a boy. So when the results came back positive… She used it to see. We're having a little girl."
"Alright," he smiles, "We can see if anyone's got a house or a bigger apartment available starting tomorrow. For our family."