A/N: Again...thanks to our fabulous beta, Shopowner93, and a shout-out to my writing partner!

Graham grinned brightly as he peered out at the sea of people that had been pouring into Snow's small apartment since earlier on in the day. He turned back toward the bedroom, and peered at Emma. "I can't believe you won't let me attend our baby's shower." Graham's lips puckered out in a very convincing pout.

Emma placed a hand on his chest, and pressed her lips against his. Her growing stomach forced them to get more creative in finding ways to kiss when standing up. Hugs were nearly out of the equation, unless they were of the awkward kind. "Oh, don't be a baby. Baby showers are a girl thing. By all means, if you really want to come-"

Graham grinned. "I thought you'd never ask!" He moved forward, wrapping his arms around her waist as best as he could, before spinning her around.

"Oh, good grief!" Emma rolled her eyes, but couldn't stop the chuckle that bubbled out of her mouth. "Was all of this really necessary? Couldn't you have just said you wanted to come?" Emma eyed Graham carefully while she waited for his answer.

"Well, obviously I could have. It's just-" he placed a finger against his chin, looking deep in thought, before finishing, "more fun this way." He smirked at her.

"Always the smart-ass." Emma sighed, throwing her hands up in frustration.

"If I wasn't a smart-ass you wouldn't know what to do!" Graham called after her, as she left the bedroom, and descended the stairs.

"Yeah, uh huh. Whatever." Emma called over her shoulder, before entering the living room. Quickly, she was enveloped by the hugs of friends of her parents. Some of them she knew, some she didn't.

"Oh, gosh! You really are glowing, Emma." Ruby called out, as she wrapped her arms around Emma.

Emma smiled brightly. Ruby was one of her mother's friends that Emma saw as her own. "Thanks, Ruby."

"So. Mary Margaret?" Ruby asked, her eyebrows raised slightly.

Emma grinned, her arm thrown around the brunette's shoulders. "Snow, really just didn't fit. You know?"

"Oh, yeah. I get that. Only you're mother could pull that one off convincingly." Ruby nodded.

Graham watched his fiancee walk off with one of her best friends, and smiled. In just a few days Emma would officially be his wife, and Graham couldn't wait. His arms crossed over his chest, when he felt someone bump against his shoulder.

"Hey, August." Graham grumbled. Though neither of them were particularly good friends, he did have a certain respect for the man. If only for Emma's sake.

"Just wanted to congratulate you. You know, face-to-face, man-to-man. Whichever." August extended his hand. Graham eyed it for a moment before shaking it.

"Thanks."

August nodded. "You're a lucky man, Graham Humbert. Emma is a special woman."

Graham smiled brightly. "Don't I know it."

August laughed heartily, before patting Graham's shoulder. "I think we're gonna be great friends." August shook his head, before walking off toward another group of people.

Perhaps Graham had been wrong. August didn't seem like such a bad guy after all, and he never did see the man trying to make any moves on his fiancee. He'd have to give August another shot, perhaps after the wedding. Graham, smiled as Emma beckoned him over.

Emma sat on the couch surrounded by her gifts so far they were the more practical things that any expectant mother would need, but she was still a bit overwhelmed. Mainly due to the fact that with Henry she was a scared teenager who had only herself to rely on, now she had so much more. When the last gift had been opened she beamed with joy, her little girl had already been the most spoiled baby in all of Storybrooke, Maine and Emma was overjoyed with the love she was feeling. Just as her mother had been ready to cut the cake for the party guests Granny spoke up "I have one more gift for you, Emma. Something Ruby and I have been working on since we learned you were pregnant." Emma eyed them as she felt Graham wrap his arm around her waist, Granny handed them the hand made blanket. "We made one for you, so we figured why not for your baby." She continued. Emma's eyes welled with tears as she fingered the embroidered blanket that was almost identical to her own, The only real difference was the name and the fact that it had a tiny paw print on it.

"It's, beautiful." She spoke as she wiped a tear. Graham grinned as he felt his baby girl kick beneath his hand.

"I think she likes it to." He declared with a smile.

After the shower ended and Graham had left for work, Emma began to pace the floor to say she was panicking was an understatement. Snow noticed the action and questioned her daughter nervously "Emma, are you okay?"

Emma sighed, nervously chewing her finger nail, snapping at her mother. "Well lets see my wedding is less then a week away and I haven't found a dress that I like that will fit this body. I need my nails done and, I need shoes to match the dress I don't have. So no, Mary, I am not fine!"

Mary chuckled a little as she looked back at her. "Not to worry, Emma. Your mother is here to rescue you. Lets go shopping." She took her by the hand and led her out the door. "I will help you find the perfect dress."

In no time at all they reached the local dress shop, Emma sighed as she perused through the rack. "I don't like any of these." She was about to say, until she saw it. Not only did it suit her personality to a "T" but it would fit her as well.

"You were saying?" Snow chuckled as she watched Emma admire the dress.

She tried it on and stared at herself in the mirror. Emma swayed back and forth, from one foot to the other. The dress laid just above the ankles, the perfect length for a wedding in the woods. The thought made a smile cross her lips as she took in the rest of the dress. Emma had never really ever seen herself as the marrying type, but she had always imagined that she would wear a strapless dress. Though, this dress technically wasn't strapless, it was as close as she could get out of fear of having an accident. That is not something you want your ten-year-old son to see. The straps were conjoined by small flowering bow on her right shoulder. The left strap clung closely to her neck, a little more than she might would have liked, but it was something she could deal with. The right strap went directly over her right shoulder, causing the dress to look at least halfway strapless. It was perfect. There were no other words to describe the dress that clung to her just so.

"Oh, Emma. You look beautiful." Snow said kissing her daughter's forehead. "Just like the princess you are."

Emma sighed as she laid her hand on her stomach. "Yeah. A very pregnant princess."

Snow leaned in, whispering as she spoke. "That makes you even more beautiful." The day had been finished with all the last minute things done right down to Emma's nails being done. Now all Emma wanted to do was go home and rest.

Later that evening as she told Graham of her outing and listened to Henry speak of his day she had felt immense pain in her stomach. She knew it wasn't labor not the real kind anyway, because she remembered it from Henry. She sighed ignoring it as best she could. Not fooled at all Graham gave Emma a worried expression. "Emma, honey, are you alright?" He questioned.

She sighed as she answered him. "Yeah, I'm fine its just-Oh-" She frowned feeling another false labor pain causing Graham to rush to her side.

"You're in labor, we need to get you to the hospital!" He panicked attempting to help her up as he spoke.

She reached for his hand as she attempted to calm him down. "Graham, relax,we're not due for another few months. This is false labor. While-OW-slightly painful it's nowhere as painful as actual labor. This will pass, I promise." She simply spoke, sighing through the pain.

Emma placed a firm hand on her stomach with her eyes closed. She could practically feel Graham's eyes staring straight at her. With her free hand, Emma clutched Graham's and gave it a reassuring squeeze before placing it on her belly. With a content sigh, Emma felt the pain start to subside, and slowly her breathing evened out as she fell asleep.

Graham stood in front of the mirror, his hands were shaking lightly as he attempted, for the third time, to tie the bow-tie hanging around his neck. "Well, this is just not working." He groaned out to no one in particular. He had arrived at the small cabin in the woods only twenty minutes earlier. A certain, ten-year-old boy had shut off his alarm so that his dad could sleep in. Graham had faked being upset, until Henry pouted and looked generally bothered by Graham's attitude.

"Need some help?" Graham heard behind him. Turning slightly, Graham smiled sheepishly.

"I would appreciate that. These things-" Graham paused motioning toward his slightly trembling hands, "are practically useless when they don't hold still."

James smiled wryly at Graham before stepping forward. "These things are tricky anyway." James spoke, as his attention was focused on the task at hand. After a couple of skilled maneuvers James patted Graham's shoulder. "There. All done."

Graham turned slightly, taking in the finished look in the mirror. Finding a suit in Storybrooke had been a miracle in itself, but finding one in his size was downright unbelievable. The black suit jacket hung loosely from his shoulders, awaiting Graham to button it up to finish the ensemble. The white dress shirt was worn, with slight tears in the fabric, that the jacket would hide fine. The black suit pants were a little tighter than Graham was used to but from the look that Emma had given him when he had tried them on, they fit him perfectly fine. Grabbing the edges of the jacket, Graham pulled it close, quickly buttoning it up.

"So, how is the groom feeling?" James finally asked.

Graham had almost forgotten that Emma's father was still standing behind him. Once he was satisfied with the overall look of his clothing, he turned toward his soon-to-be father-in-law. "A little nervous-" Graham immediately clamped down on his tongue before he could say anything else.

The look on his face caused James to laugh. "Nervousness is completely normal, Graham. You're making a lifetime commitment, and for someone not used to committing to humans it can be a bit of a scary prospect."

Graham smiled. "I'm not having doubts, if that's what you're saying. Marrying Emma is all I want. Being a family with her, Henry, and Mary. It's all I want. I'm more afraid of Emma. How she is feeling. I know that she loves me, but Emma has commitment fears. I mean, to be fair, I knew that when I asked her to marry me. I guess-" Graham sighed, frustrated that his words weren't coming out right.

James patted his shoulder. "You're afraid that she will get fed up or angry, and that she'll leave you."

Graham nodded. "I haven't told Emma, but I've dreamt about it. It scares me so badly because I don't think I can live without her. She is my life. Her and our baby—and Henry. I love them all so much, and it's all I can do to not break down sometimes when she gets that deer in the headlights look she gets sometimes."

James thought for a moment, his index finger tapped against his pursed lips. "What you're feeling is natural, Graham. Especially in accordance with Emma. She's a tough nut to crack sometimes, especially now with those pregnancy hormones. Running is in her genes; it's her way of dealing. It's been her default defense mechanism, and it's not something that will be easy for her to overcome." James paused, placing a hand up to stop Graham from speaking.

"That doesn't mean that she will ever try to run away from you or your life together. It has taken her time, but Emma has changed quite a bit from the angry person she was when she stormed into Storybrooke. She is much more calm, and has gotten better at sharing her feelings. Emma has even been better at dealing with her emotions, which is all any of us can ask for. She was such an emotionally stunted person for so long. Snow and I personally blame ourselves for that, and it's something that we have to forgive ourselves for, but it will take time. Just know that Emma loves you with all of her heart, and she is proving that by marrying you today."

Graham smiled. "Thank you, James."

James tilted his head slightly. "You are welcome, son."

Emma groaned as Snow finished buttoning the back of her dress. "God! I look like a blimp." Emma whined. "Why in the world didn't we do this before I was the size of a house?"

Snow chuckled, before patting Emma's back. "Emma, darling, you look beautiful. You're glowing and radiate. It's not like your pregnancy is a secret. No one is going to be shocked with you walking down the aisle like this."

Emma frowned. "Your pep talk isn't helping."

"I'm sorry." Snow sniggered slightly. "I just think that you're being a little over-dramatic."

Emma's eyebrow shot up. "Over-dramatic? Really? Have you seen me, mom?" Emma's mouth clamped shut. It wasn't that she wasn't accepting that Snow was her mother, it was more the fact that she hadn't uttered that particular word just yet. She could feel her cheeks blush slightly.

Snow just smiled softly, before enveloping Emma in an awkward hug. "I love you, so much, Emma. You look beautiful, don't doubt that."

The door behind Emma creaked open. "Oh, wow." James sighed. "You look amazing."

"Until I turn around." Emma mumbled against her mother's shoulder. Emma felt James hands on her shoulders, as he turned her around.

"Nope. Still beautiful. In fact, you're even more dazzling from the front, my darling daughter."

Emma shook her head. "Yeah, it's not that comforting that my parents think I'm beautiful. Can we have a complete stranger say that?"

James laughed heartily, the sound reverberated through-out Emma's body. "You look fine, Emma. Besides, it's time."

Emma glanced at the clock, before turning her wide-eyed stare onto her mother. "My hair? My make-up. Oh God." Emma's breathing grew more rapid.

Snow's hands grasped Emma's face tightly. "Breathe, honey. Everything is fine. Everything is ready. All you have to do is walk down that aisle and marry the man you love."

Emma nodded, before hugging Snow tightly. "I'm scared."

Snow smiled, before whispering back to Emma. "You'll do fine, honey. I know you will."

Emma pulled back, and smiled softly at her mother, before taking her father's hand. "We'll see you out there." James called as he looped his arm with Emma's and led her from the room.

The walk to the edge of the woods didn't take long. Emma, however, was glad that her dress was just short enough to stop at the top of her ankles. She didn't want the beautiful white dress to get tarnished from the dirt and mud on the ground. They stopped at the cusp of the aisle-way that Ruby had decorated, and smiled. It was lined with loosely hung lights that were twinkling white light. At the head of the aisle stood a small canopy, that Graham, Henry, and Ruby were currently standing under. Lined down the middle of the aisle was white, lacy linen. Emma couldn't believe how beautiful it all looked. As she and James started their trudge down the aisle-way, Emma noticed a furry body standing just behind Henry and smiled.

A few more steps, and Graham met them at the end of the aisle. He shook James' hand, before grabbing a hold of Emma's. He led her to their spot under the canopy, and smiled. She mouthed, Wolfie, and he nodded. With their hands intertwined, they turned their attention to Granny, who had gotten herself ordained specifically for this occasion.

She spoke softly, a smile on her face. "Graham and Emma have requested to read their own vows. Graham, if you'd like to start."

Graham nodded, before taking a deep breath. At that moment he was sincerely happy that he had thought to write down his vows. As romantic as it would have been for him to fully remember his vows, as he had for the past week, Graham knew that as soon as the moment came the words would slip from his grasp and he'd be left a sputtering mess. Slipping the small slip of paper from the pocket on his jacket, he looked Emma in the eye. "Emma Swan. You are the single, most amazing person that I have ever had the luxury of meeting. From that first night, when you sauntered into town in your beat-up Volkswagen and dropped Henry off, I knew there was something inherently special about you. While you were closed off, and at sometimes hostile, I knew that there was a kindness inside of you. After I got my memory back-" Emma flinched visibly, and Graham knew this part of his vows would be hard for both of them. "After I remember who I was, I realized that there was no way that you weren't special. The child of Snow White would always be a special person, and suddenly Henry's words came flooding back to me. He told me that we had a special connection because I spared your mother's life, and he was right. What we have is so special, not because of how deep our love is, but because we are capable of loving. You were a broken mess when I found you and I was a man incapable of feeling anything. Together, we were able to mend each other. For that, Emma Swan, I will always love you."

Emma felt tears slip down her eyes, and found herself thankful that Snow had decided against using mascara. Just in case, had been the words Snow had used, but Emma knew that her mother knew that tears would be involved.

"Emma. It's your turn." Granny finally said.

Emma smiled through her tears. Though she hadn't actually written down her words, Emma knew that the right words would come to her in the moment. Clearing her throat, she spoke. "Graham Humbert. You are the most amazing man I've ever met-" Feeling that moment was too overly emotional, Emma turned slightly, eying her father. "Sorry, James." She said, as chuckling filled the open, crisp air. Turning back toward Graham, she smiled. "You were one of the first in town to welcome me with open arms. And by welcome me, I mean, arrest me—twice." He smiled, sheepishly at her. "You were there for me pretty much from day one, when you suggested that I stay the night at Granny's. You've always had my back, and because of that it made it easy for me to fall in love with you. Even if I was stubborn and tried everything in my power to deny it. You weaseled your way into my heart, and every single day I am thankful that you chiseled away my walls and nestled yourself inside my heart."

Graham used his free hand to wipe at a stray tear, before turning his attention back to Granny. "It's now time for the rings." Graham turned toward Henry, while Emma turned toward Ruby. Graham quickly slipped Emma's ring on her finger, smiling as he did so. Emma followed suit by slipping Graham's ring on his finger. "By the power invested in me, I know pronounce you, man and wife. Graham, you may kiss your bride."

Graham smiled brightly before pulling Emma as close to his body as he could. His lips devouring hers in a sensually, soft kiss. Emma sighed against his lips, which caused Graham to smile again. Pulling away from each other, with their hands still clasped together, Graham and Emma turned toward their family and friends. Granny stood behind them. "Now introducing, Mr. and Mrs. Graham Humbert." With that, Graham and Emma walked back down the aisle, while everyone clapped. Emma caught her mother swiping at some stray tears. Her father stood beside Snow, his hand on her shoulder as a few tears trickled down his cheeks.

After the numerous amount of pictures taken Emma and Graham's horse drawn carriage dropped them off in front of Granny's Diner. She smiled a little thinking of a few memories they had at that very location and somehow knowing there would be many more. The carriage stopped and Emma's new husband stepped out first then grinned kissing her hand. "Milady." He beamed as he helped his pregnant bride down.

She herself blinked back a few tears as she spoke. "I feel like I'm living a fairytale." Giggling at her blunder they held hands entering the bed and breakfast, he whispered in her ear. "Princess Emma, I promise to make everyday a dream come true."

Emma drew in a breath when she noticed Granny's transformation especially for their day. The forest theme not lost on the decor. She beamed as her wolf-in-law made its way towards her. Granny grinned as she hugged her as best she could. "Ordinarily, I don't welcome wolves but I had to make an exception for this one." she spoke ruffling its fur. The fact of the matter was the red eyed wolf was not vicious like Red. It had a kind heart and unless harming Graham or his family would not harm a living soul.

Emma smiled looking back at Granny. "This place looks great."

Granny then turned towards Ruby as she spoke. "I can't take all the credit. Red did all work." Red blushed at her words but had been pleased with the happy look on the bride and grooms faces.

As Emma pet the wolf she looked at Graham with a smile. "So, I suppose Wolfie is my brother-in-law." she offered knowing this to be fact she shrugged. "You know, that's kind of cool. Not every girl is related to a wolf by marriage. What's even cooler is he's Uncle Wolfie to our kids."

Graham's heart raced rapidly and he couldn't stop grinning at her words, his previous worries seemingly just vanishing. All his life all he ever had was the wolves. He was never happy, not even with Regina but in one magical instant his life changed forever. He smiled at the notion, by choosing to free Snow allowing Snow to find Charming they made Emma who became the love of his life. He created his own destiny, and now had a beautiful wife a son and sooner then they'd know a beautiful baby girl. Yes, he decided everything he'd done in his life was worth it, if only to get to this moment in time.

Young Henry smiled as he made his way to his mom, the look of sheer happiness on her face spoke volumes to him. He smiled as he sat down next to them. Emma reached for Graham's hand squeezing it tightly knowing this was the moment they'd both been waiting for. "Henry-" Emma began, causing the 10 year old to raise an eyebrow. She rarely ever called him by his name unless it was serious.

He put his fork filled with cake, down as he gave her his full attention. "Yeah, Mom?"

She gulped as she looked at Graham. "There's something we need to tell you." Henry thought for a moment wondering what else they could spring on him, but definitely was not prepared for what he was about to hear. Emma continued. "Today was just as much for you as it was for me. I didn't just gain a husband, you gained a dad."

Henry smiled as he looked at Graham. "I know that. I always thought of him that way, even when he was with her. He was the one always there for me but well today made it official because he married you."

Graham smiled at his words then spoke himself. "No, Henry. What your mother meant was I legally adopted you." It was all the young boy needed to hear as he engulfed his new dad in his arms.