"You're up early."

"I just couldn't sleep. Is there any coffee?"

"Yep, just finish whatever's left in the pot."

"I have a date tonight…with Peter." Mary Margaret said to Emma, when her roommate emerged from her room.

"Oooh a date?" Emma asked. "That was fast, when did this happen?"

"This morning," Mary Margaret smiled to herself and sipped her tea. "Peter stopped by here this morning."

"How gentlemanly." Emma poured the remainder of the coffee in a cup and drank it.

"Creams over here." Mary Margaret told her.

Emma walked over to the table and poured in some cream.

"I thought it was very gentlemanly of him, too. He apologized for his behavior, it was sincere. He got me a bouquet of my favorite flowers, and he didn't even know they were my favorite. He picked them because they reminded him of me." Mary Margaret grinned. Emma looked at her. "Ok I totally just rambled like a teenager. That was weird, sorry."

"When is the wedding?" Emma dumped a few healthy spoon fulls of sugar.

"In a couple weeks, before I start showing and everyone knows I'm pregnant" Mary Margaret teased, but her face paled as she realized how serious she sounded and saw Emma raise a brow.

"I'm not." Mary Margaret shook her head.

"Ok good, I thought you were trying to hint at something." Emma went back to sipping her coffee.

" God. No…we were careful" Mary Margaret swallowed. "I was only making a joke."

"Next time don't say it so seriously." Emma advised.

Mary Margaret chucked. "Sorry."

"Where is he taking you tonight?"

"The art gallery is having a little opening tonight for the second floor."

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that. I have to patrol for that thing" Emma frowned.

"It's formal, so we have to dress nicely, which means I have to go shopping."

"Get something totally not you."

"I plan on it." Mary Margaret agreed. "What are you doing till work?"

"Not a whole lot." Emma stood and grabbed a granola bar from a cupboard.

"You're more than welcome to join me." Mary Margaret said happily.

"Thanks, but shopping really isn't…" Emma cringed.

"Your thing?" Mary Margaret finished.

"Yea."

"It's alright." Mary Margaret smiled as she got up and washed her cup.

"I think I'll go find Henry. He's usually at his castle on Saturdays."

"Henry," Mary Margaret smiled and leaned against the counter. She crossed her arms. "I'm glad you two have been getting along so well, and getting closer."

"Yea, he's a great kid. I like him" Emma smiled. "He's always alone, though. The least I can do is spend some time with him."

"Especially since you're his mother."

"And you're his grandmother."

"Hah! Me a grandmother. Sure." she rolled her eyes and smiled. "He doesn't call me grandma…does he?" Mary Margaret half laughed

"Nope, not yet."

"Yet?" Mary Margaret bit her lip

"He won't call you grandma until you're ready he says."

Mary Margaret "The imagination and character of that one." she shook her head. Mary Margaret pushed

herself off the counter and grabbed her purse. "I'll be back. You want me to get anything for you?"

"No thanks."

"You sure?" Mary Margaret asked once more.

"I'm sure, thank you though." Emma smiled.

"No problem at all," Mary Margaret said opening the door. "If you need anything, you know where to reach me."

"Yea..I'll text you." Emma laughed.

"Yup! Bye." Mary Margaret waved and was out the door in hot pursuit of a new wardrobe