A/N: Apologies for how long this took! It's been written for a while, but we've had a difficult time finding a beta reader. I want to thank our lovely beta reader Shopowner93.

It had been quite sometime and Emma's bump had grown quite considerably. Their doctors visits were more frequent now, so at this very moment she and Graham were at the hospital, lying on the bed, her hand lay protectively on her stomach. Graham's eyes never left it and held her free hand tightly. She pouted a little as he looked at her with a worried expression on his face. "What's wrong, Emma? Does something hurt? I knew we couldn't trust Whale. He probably-"

Emma cut him off before he could continue, squeezing his hand with a smile.

"Graham, its okay. Its not the baby, I just feel bad that Henry couldn't be here. I mean I know school is important but he wanted to see this so much," she replied with a shrug. Sure, there had been other ultra sounds and there would be more, but this one was special; this was where they would find out the sex. It was enough to bring both parents to tears.

Whale cued up the machine as he placed the jell on Emma's stomach. She could feel Graham's gentle squeeze as he stared at the monitor. It was hard to believe that their baby was already looking like a little person, even sucking its thumb as he continued to watch. He softly whispered. "Thank you."

They both knew what he really meant just by the look in his eyes. Whale looked at them as he then spoke. "You two are sure you want to know the sex?"

Both nodded their heads with a smile. Whale continued. "Well in that case it's a girl."

Emma couldn't keep her eyes off Graham, who couldn't keep his off the monitor. His eyes glistened with fresh tears. Sensing their need to be alone, Whale simply said. "I'll give you a moment to let that sink in."

With that he left the room. Graham smiled brightly at the idea of having his own little girl as he stuttered. "It's... it's a girl."

His hand reached for her belly. Emma placed hers on top of his and answered. "Yeah."

Her eyes shined with tears as she continued. "So, I guess we can pick out names now."

Graham smiled as he nodded triumphantly. "I have one."

Emma grinned as she looked at him "Oh? What did daddy come up with?"

He continued to grin as he looked at her. "Snow-after your mother."

She crinkled her nose at him, which caused him to pout. "What's wrong with Snow?"

"Uh, that may have worked in Fairytale Land, Graham, but not here. She would be made fun of," she chuckled a little more as she added, "Plus, Snow Humbert? Really!?"

He pouted which caused her to sigh. " Okay, compromise-we'll name her Mary Margaret, after my mom's name here."

Graham smiled as he looked at her then softly spoke to his daughter. "Mary. I like it. Hi, Mary, It's Daddy."

A bit later Emma was at the station staring at the computer screen.

"Honey, you know this world has strict rules about maternity leave," Graham said nonchalantly.

She gave him a look as she teased. "And since when have you ever known me to follow rules?"

He snickered before replying. "Good point." He looked at her sternly and added. "Okay, but no leaving this desk. I mean it, Emma. I'll be right over there, patrolling my office."

She snickered at his lame joke, then said, "But where's the fun in that?"

She watched as he turned his back heading towards his office. She found herself ogling his ass. She was still giggling as she placed her hand on her belly and spoke to her unborn daughter. "Daddy should let Mommy have a little more fun right, Mary Margaret?"

As if answering her, the baby within her kicked causing Emma to smile with tears falling from her eyes. "Graham! Graham, come quick."

Thinking the worst, he rushed over with fear in his eyes. "What? Is it the baby!?"

Emma reached for his hand placing it on her bump. "No. Well, yes, but...I mean, she kicked."

She looked down at her stomach and smiled through her tears. "Do it again, Mary. For Daddy." The child within her complied and kicked again causing Emma to beam. "Feel that? That's our baby girl. She's kicking."

Graham shook his head, as he slowly made his way back to his office. He knew better than to turn his back on Emma. She was just sneaky enough to try to slip out when his back was turned. Then again, she was getting just big enough that she couldn't quite make the quick getaways-at least not as quickly or quietly as she used to be able to do. Once he was in his office, he turned back toward the open, glass window and smiled at his fiancee. Her hands were clasped over her bulging stomach, her mouth moving as she spoke to their unborn child.

His heart swelled with more love than he thought any one person could love. Adjusting himself to sit down, he heard Emma call for him. His eyes growing wide, his feet slipped a little as he took off for the door to enter the bullpen.

"What? Is it the baby!?" his breathing was hitched, as he attempted to slow his heart rate.

Emma grinned at him, as she grabbed his hand and placed it on her growing bump. "No. Well, yes, but...I mean, she kicked." Graham watched as Emma stared down at her stomach, and smiled down at it. "Do it again, Mary. For Daddy."

Those words made Graham's heart soar to new heights. Suddenly, he felt Emma's stomach kick against his hand. Graham stared at Emma's belly—at their baby—his eyes glazed over, fresh tears pressed against his eyes, as his mouth stood agape.

"Feel that? That's our baby girl. She's kicking."

Graham swallowed past a lump in his throat, as he looked up at Emma. She was beaming with a huge smile on her face. With his free hand, he reached out and cupped her face. "Emma." His voice cracked, full of unbridled emotion. "Every great moment in my life involves you. You have made my life great, you have given me more than I ever expected to have, and I couldn't love you more for that if I tried."

He watched as Emma smiled through new tears. "You've made my life great too, Graham. I love you so much. You and our baby-" She closed her eyes, and smiled before continuing, "Henry, Snow, James. My whole family."

Graham smiled as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. It started off soft and tender, but Emma's raging hormones eventually made her deepen it. Slipping her tongue into his mouth, but just as he was starting to recipocate, a throat clearing caused them to break apart.

"Ugh. Gross." Henry made a distaste face, his nose wrinkled slightly. "So-now that I'm officially scarred for life—How was the doctor's appointment?"

Emma chuckled lightly, as she turned away from Graham to face her son. "It went fine."

"And?" Henry asked, a little impatient.

Graham beamed from behind Emma, his hands on her shoulders. "It's a girl."

"I knew it!" Henry squealed as he fist pumped the air. "A baby sister." He beamed, as he walked toward his mother, before dropping to his knees. His hands went to her stomach. "Hi, baby sister."

Graham cleared his throat. "What do you think of Mary Margaret?"

Henry's face held a deep confusion. "You mean, Grandma?"

Graham laughed, as Emma patted his hand. "For your sister's name? Snow seemed a little—not right for this world."

Henry smiled. "Mary Margaret." He nodded, before putting his hands back on Emma's stomach. "What do you think baby sister? Do you like that name?" Henry's eyes grew to the size of saucers as he stumbled backward, landing butt first on the floor. "Mom—is that—did you feel that?" he asked, a mixture of concern and confusion on his face.

Emma nodded, smiling. "Yes, Henry. She kicked. She was answering your question."

He grinned. "Oh that is so cool!" He put his hands back on Emma stomach, waiting for his sister to kick again.

Graham and Emma beamed happily as one of their children communicated with the other. Suddenly, Graham had an idea. Though, doing it the right way, the legal way, would involve someone less than trustworthy. He leaned in so that only Emma could hear him. "Emma. What would you say if I asked you if I could adopt Henry as my own son?"

He couldn't fully see her face, but the tears slipping down her cheek spoke volumes. "You would really want to do that?" She asked, still facing her son, but whispering so that only Graham could hear her.

"More than anything."

Emma smiled brightly. "Then I say—yes," she breathed out.

Emma knew that Snow would be home when they came home from the station and she also knew she was eager to find out the sex of her latest grandchild, so seeing her sitting on the couch eying the door waiting for the arrival was not all that surprising. Emma's own mind barely focused on Graham and Henry's conversation.

"Dad?" The young boy questioned eyeing the man he had come to know as his father as he continued. "Are we going to move out?" His eyes filled with curiosity.

"You know kid, I haven't really thought of that, but I guess we should eventually. I doubt your Grandma would want us all to live here, it's not exactly the castle," he offered with a shrug, then eyeing the young boy he asked. "Why?"

Henry shrugged and smiled as he thought his question through. "Well, if we do will you build me a new castle? Like the one my other mom tore down?"

Graham's eyes glistened with tears while answering his son, kneeling down to his level. "Henry, I will do everything in my power to make you happy." He ruffled Henry's hair and like a true father added. "Now, go upstairs and do your homework."

Henry grinned racing up the steps two at a time. "Hi, Grandma. Bye, Grandma," he spoke brushing passed her.

Snow grinned when she saw the three of them walk in. "There you are!" she exclaimed.

Yes, she knew they'd be late but she was eager, and it was her right as grandma. She giggled a little as Henry brushed passed her, then focused her attention on her daughter and her soon to be son-in-law "And, what are we having?" She questioned eagerly.

Emma spoke with so much excitement she was sure she was going to burst. "Its a girl!"

Mary smiled, but she could tell by the look on Emma and Graham's faces that there was more. Emma took her hand continuing. "So, we were thinking of naming her Mary Margaret, after you."

Graham smiled as he looked at his soon to be mother-in-law. "I wanted to name her Snow but Emma said that wasn't practical for this world."

Snows eyes had shined with tears as she spoke, "She's right, but still I'm honored that you're naming her after me." She pulled Emma into an embrace. "We'll buy her a crib, have Granny knit her a blanket. Maybe Ruby can make her something as well." She reached for Emma's stomach as she spoke. "Oh, little Mary. You're going to be the most spoiled little baby in all the land!" She smiled as she felt the baby kick, feeling nostalgic for when she herself was pregnant with Emma. Another kick moved her to tears.

Emma smiled as she spoke to her mother. "She's been doing that all day. Ever since she learned how to."

Snow beamed as she bonded with her grandchild. "You, little one, are a very special little girl. If it wasn't for your daddy, grandma wouldn't be here nor would your mommy, and Daddy would still be unhappy. Your Daddy saved us all."

Mr Gold looked up as the door to his pawnshop opened the bell on top jingling. "Well if it isn't the soon to be Mrs Humbert." Emma grinned at the thought then walked to the counter. "If you're here about your old crib, it will cost you."

She raised an eyebrow as she looked at him "No—I..I have a question. When he-after Graham." She could never get herself to say the words so she just continued. "When you gave me his jacket you knew that magic and my love for him would bring him back, that's why you insisted on my having it. Why didn't you just tell me?"

Gold shrugged flaunting his fairytale self just a little. "Cause, where's the fun in that, dearie?" He shrugged then added, "and even if I had would you have believed me?"

She sighed knowing he was right. "Fair enough. That's not why I'm here." Biting her lower lip she continued, "Graham wants to adopt Henry and since you helped me get him back from Regina-"

Gold eyed her as he finished her sentence "He thinks I can help him."

Emma nodded her head as she finished. "Yes, legally."

Graham sighed contently as Emma laid her head against his shoulder. His arm wrapped around her shoulder, while Henry sat at their feet laughing at something on the television. Graham had found he lost interest in the television shortly after it had been switched on. His eyes glanced from Emma's growing stomach, to the curly, blonde locks that were tickling his face.

"So-" Graham cleared his throat, afraid to wade into what, with Emma's constantly changing moods, could be considered dangerous territory. He watched as she lifted her head a little, prodding him to continue. "Henry brought up a good point earlier, and I figured that it was something we should talk about." Emma nodded, encouraging him to finish. Graham sighed. "He asked me if we were going to move out of your mother's place-"

Emma sat up as abruptly as her growing stomach would allow, and stared at him. "You want to move out? Leave Snow and James?" The hurt look on her face made Graham's stomach flop uncomfortably. "I understand where this is coming from, but even if we wanted to. There are no available places here in town."

Graham nodded. "Unless—do you know if Gold rented out my old apartment?"

Emma's face puckered slightly. "Uh—no. Just—no." She shook her head vehemently back and forth.

"What's wrong with my old apartment, Emma?" he asked, curiosity getting the best of him.

"Let me see, Graham. Aside from the fact that it's smaller than this place. The sheer fact that your old apartment used to be Regina and yours rendezvous-" Graham placed a hand over her mouth to keep her from continuing her speech. Without saying a word, he nodded toward Henry, who he knew was intently listening in on their conversation. Emma smacked his hand away, but kept her lips pursed.

"Okay, fine. A 'no' to my old apartment, but I can talk to Gold, see if he has anything available for us. I have an appointment to meet with him tomorrow anyway." Graham added, before nodding once again toward Henry.

Emma sighed, as tears filled her eyes. Graham was fairly certain that he'd never quite understand the roller coaster of emotions that ran through Emma. Always changing, and he never was quite ready for them and he never understood what he ever said to send her sprialling down a heated rant. Yet, he still loved to watch the emotions play across her beautiful face, watch as it changed from anger to sadness to happy. It never ceased to amaze him.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Emma asked, as she resumed her previous position.

Graham sighed softly. "No. Tomorrow is Saturday. You should spend the day with Henry. In fact, I'll meet you guys as soon as I finish up at my appointment with Gold." He could feel Emma smiling. His mouth opened to say something else, when the door behind them opened with more force than the generally quiet family was used to.

"Okay, I know that you had an appointment today." James spoke, forgetting about the door he had opened, but forgot to close.

Emma sat up, as Graham craned his neck around. "Yes, we did." Graham answered. James stared at him expectantly. "It's a girl."

James' face cracked into a huge smile, before coming around the couch. "A beautiful, little girl. Wonderful," James said, his eyes conveying the love that was causing his heart to soar. He reached forward and pressed his hands to his daughter's stomach. "Have you picked out any names?" he asked nonchalantly, his eyes memerized by the growing baby inside his daughter's stomach.

"We actually decided." Emma answered this time. Her words caused James' head to snap up. "Mary Margaret, after mom."

James' face split into a smile as he continued to touch her stomach. "Mary Margaret," he sighed out the name. His eyes drifted closed. "How do you feel about that, Mary?" he asked. His eyes flew open as the taut skin beneath his hand moved harshly. "That feels familiar," he said softly, as tears glistened his eyes. "You were a kicker too." He smiled at Emma.

Graham walked into Mr. Gold's shop. He saw the man standing behind the counter, his hands placed on top. "Ah, right on time, Mr. Humbert." Gold smiled.

Graham continued forward, trying to not let the man intimidate him. "Are you going to be able to help us?"

Mr. Gold placed his hands together just in front of his mouth. "But of course, dearie."

Graham swallowed thickly. "And what will the price be, Gold?" he asked, his voice coming off more rough than he had intended.

Gold smiled. "Oh, this I shall do for free." Graham's eyebrow raised, as he eyed Gold carefully. "Let's just say, anything that puts Regina in her place is something that I can get on board with."

Graham nodded. "What do I need to do?"

Gold grinned brightly. "Oh, it is quite simple, dearie. Just sign on the dotted line."

Graham's mouth gaped for a moment. "That's it?"

Gold nodded. "At least on your end. I'll take care of the rest. No worries there."

Graham nodded, as he grabbed the pen that Gold held out to him and jotted down his name. Turning back toward the door, Graham sighed before turning back. "Oh, one last thing." He watched Gold nod his head. "Do you have any available houses for a family with two children?"

Gold grinned. "Of course. I will gather some information for you, Mr. Humbert."

Graham tried to ignore the shiver that ran down his spine. "Thanks." With that, he turned around and walked out the shop. It was time for him to spend the day with his son and soon-to-be wife.

Emma held Henry's hand as they walked to where his castle used to be. She smiled slightly at a memory of the not so distance past before she broke the curse. At the time she didn't believe his stories at all but now, well things were different, happier. She smiled at her son as she spoke. "Do you ever miss your castle?"

He shrugged. "I used to, but now I'm so much happier." He nudged her as he added, "you know why?" She shook her head as she slowly maneuvered herself to a seated position on the sand. He answered his own question with a huge grin on his face. "You're silly. I have my mom, my dad and a baby sister." He smiled again as he laid his hand on his mothers bump, speaking as he did so. "I'm gonna teach you everything I know, Mary. Starting with our mom and dad." He continued to smile as she kicked.

Emma smiled as she looked down at her 10 year old. "Do you ever miss her?" She questioned.

"Who? Regina? Sometimes. I mean-I know she loved me but there was always something missing. You. What's with all the questions Mom?" He said with a slight laugh.

She shrugged and and answered. "Just making sure you're really happy, kid. We sprung so much on you. It's a lot for a 10 year old to take."

He hugged her as he said ."Mom, right now I'm happier than I ever thought was possible." He beamed then took his book out of his back pack, laying down on Emma's stomach he began to read. "Once upon a time, there was a beautiful Princess named Snow White. Some even said she was the fairest of them all."

When Graham had caught up with his family, he couldn't help but smile, watching from a far off distance. Henry had positioned himself so that he was lying on the sand, his head facing Emma's stomach as he read to his unborn sister. Graham's eyes welled with tears, realizing Henry chose to start with his story first. He never realized how much he meant to him until then, the notion moved him realizing now Henry was legally his. He finally got his bearings and walked over to Emma kissing the top of her head. She slowly attempted to get up again but he gave her a look as he spoke. "Don't try to get up, Emma." He kissed her again then sat down next to her.

She smiled eying him. "How did it go?" Emma questioned.

He smiled simply mesmerized by his family. "All taken care of."

Her eyes welled with tears. "Really?"

He nodded. "We should tell him." Graham declared causing Henry to stop reading.

"Tell me what?" Henry questioned.

Graham smiled as he looked at him. "We'll tell you later." The truth was he wanted to tell him on the wedding day, he knew in doing so it would make the day more special. To change the subject he looked at the two again. "So, Mr. Gold told me there are a few houses for sale, he gave me a few brochures." He smiled handing one to Emma. "I like this one the most. It's near the station, has a backyard perfect for our family and it leads to the Forest so that my wolf guardian can come visit." He watched as Emma's eyes glossed over. "We can look at it whenever you're ready." It was clear Emma was overwhelmed. She sighed and laid her head on Graham's shoulder. They'd discuss the house later right now she just wanted to be with her family.