Emma sat in the sitting area staring at the shiny green stone staring back at her. Everyone else had gone to sleep hours before, but Emma just couldn't sleep. She had slipped from under Killian's arms just to sit alone and think in the other room. Just a few weeks ago her life had been very different. She had fought her feelings for Killian the moment she kissed him in Neverland. She had continuously fought the urge to kiss him, to touch him, and now… now she was engaged to him with her mother's ring, and she was going to have twins with him. She looked down as her ring clad hand rested on her belly, it had just the slighted pudginess from the babies.

Perks to having twins, I suppose. She thought.

"I used to look at it a lot, too," Snow said, causing Emma to jump. Emma sighed when she realized it was her mother.

"Y-Yeah," Emma said, looking back down to the ring on her finger.

Snow came to sit next to Emma and laughed when she looked down at Emma's hands. Emma looked at her mother confused.

"What?" Emma said.

Snow laughed again nodding towards Emma's hands, "I used to twirl it around my finger, too. It was a nervous habbit." Emma looked down at her hand absentmindedly and nervously twirling the green peridot ring around her left ring finger. Emma smiled softly as she remembered the moments she caught her mother doing the exact same thing before she knew who she was, when she was Mary Margaret. Emma looked up at her mother.

"I guess, I've inherited something else from you." Emma said, smiling nervously.

"I know it's a lot to take in, in such a short amount of time, but you can do this." Snow grabbed Emma's hand and looked into her eyes. "This is your happy ending, Emma. Enjoy it."

"But you know me," Emma said, "I'm always waiting for the other shoe to drop."

"But you don't have to anymore-" Snow started.

"Yes, I do." Emma said, looking down, "I'm the savior, remember? I don't get a day off."

"Maybe just for today you do." Snow said, standing up, "Now get some rest, we're having a party for you at Granny's tomorrow." Snow made her way back to her sleeping area as Emma stood up and went back to her bed. Emma laid down as gingerly as she could, but she knew once she felt Killian stirring that it hadn't been careful enough.

"Mmmm," Killian moaned as he stirred awake, "What's wrong, love?" He said in a groggy half asleep voice, "Regretting saying yes?"

"Oh, n-no, just… it's all a bit overwhelming is all." Emma sighed as she snuggled next to Killian as he wrapped his good arm around her, his hand finding her belly.

"Don't worry, Swan, I knew the moment you said 'yes' that it would take you a bit to get used to the idea." Killian said, partially falling back to sleep, "You forget, I have been after your heart for quit some time, I know how long it takes you to come round."

Emma began to all asleep, "Don't worry, I'll come around." Emma finally drifted off soon after the words left her lips.

The next morning Emma awoke to the sound of people stirring in the kitchen. Emma sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. She looked to the other side of the bed and noticed Killian was not there. She stood up, grabbed her robe from the chair next to her bed and wrapped it around her body. When she walked out, her mother was rushing around kitchen, Killian and Henry were eating, and David was walking around the loft with Neal.

"Why is everyone all chipper this morning?" Emma said grabbing a coffee cup. Snow watched her and quickly walked over to her.

"Oh, no coffee for you." Snow said sternly.

Emma snatched the cup back, much to Snow's surprise, "Actually, I can have 2 small cups of coffee a day," Emma said smirking at her mother's surprised expression, "don't think you can take away this pregnant lady's only vice."

Snow smiled at Emma amused as she nodded and walked to the other side of the kitchen. As she poured her coffee, she felt a hand and hook rest on her hips, Killian's good hand spreading over her belly. Emma smiled as she brought the black coffee to her lips, Killian kissing where her neck met her shoulder.

Henry began making fake choking noises from the dining room table. "Guys, please, that's gross." Henry said. Snow and David laughed as Emma smiled through her blushing and Killian laughed into her hair.

Killian lifted his head, "One day you'll have a lass you'll like to kiss." Killian separated from Emma and ruffled Henry's hair as he walked past. Emma walked and sat down in front of Henry.

"Sorry, kid," Emma said sipping her coffee again, "Once we have our own place there may be more kissing in the kitchen."

"I guess as long as that's all that happens, I'll live." Henry said getting up and grabbing his backpack, "Red said I could help decorate at the diner, is that ok?"

"Yeah, go ahead," Emma said sitting her coffee cup down, "We'll see you…" Henry was out the door before she finished her sentence, "There."

"Maybe he's already got a lass he fancies," Killian said.

"No, he's just excited about the party," Emma said trying to reassure herself. After everything that was happening, she wasn't quite ready to admit that her son was at the dating age already. Not that 14 was the kind of age she ever saw him dating.

"Speaking of the party," Snow said, "You should probably get ready, Emma."

Emma groaned as she stood up, tired even though she just woke up. She walked to her room and went through her clothes that she had started going through. Most of her jeans were already starting to get tight, and thank God she had boots that she'd worn for awhile, because she could feel that they were a tiny bit tighter than normal.

"You can borrow some of my clothes," Snow said, "You and I were about the same size before I had Neal."

"Too bad all my pants are a little snug lately," Emma laughed and rubbed her belly. She turned and looked at Snow.

"I think I have a few dresses," Snow started as Emma gave her a wary look, her voice got lower, almost to a whisper "If you'd like to…" Emma looked at her mother for a few minutes and decided to take her up on her offer.

"Ok." Emma said nodding her head, "I'd love to borrow a dress." She hadn't had a mother her whole life. This was her chance to wear a dress her mother had worn since, no doubt, her wedding dress was destroyed in the first curse.

Emma followed her mother to her room, sitting on her parents bed as her mother opened her closet and shifted the hangers one after other until she stopped. Her expression went from happy to very confused as she pulled a white gown out of the closet. Emma opened her mouth, but couldn't.

"Is that-" David started from across the room.

"My wedding dress!" Snow said, still utterly surprised.

"I remember that from Henry's book, how did it get here?" Emma said surprised.

"I have no idea," Snow said, laying it across the bed next to Emma and smoothing it down, memories flooding her expressions.

"I think that's a bit formal for Granny's," Emma said trying to break the tension.

"I- yeah," Snow said breaking her gaze and smiling and going back to her closet and finding another dress for Emma. She laid a blue and white dress on the bed next to the wedding dress. "What do you think about this one?" She said putting her hands on her hips and forcing a smile.

"It looks familiar," Emma said running her hand over the bow at the hip line.

"I wore this the day you decided to stay in Storybrooke," Snow said, "I thought maybe you'd like it."

Emma pulled the dress up and smoothed it against her body.

"Yeah," She said looking at Snow, "I love it." But the truth was she didn't really care about the dress in her hands. Emma cared more about the wedding dress sitting on the bed next to hers. How did it get in her mother's closet? Surely her mother had been in her closet a lot to know it wasn't in there. Was this like the whole book thing and it showed up when Emma needed it most? Emma closed her eyes to calm all the questions swirling around in her head and then walked to her room to change for the party.