Graham grinned as Henry started to paint in the corner. The light pink color was soft, and easy on the eyes. Both Graham and Emma decided that they didn't want a bright color for Mary's nursery. It had only been a week since they had leased and moved into the house that Graham had shown to Emma and Henry, but it was certainly feeling more at home. Emma had practically begged Graham to let her help paint, but he had been firm in his decision.

"Wow, that is prettier than I thought it would be. I mean, pink is a girl's color—whatever. I just am not a big fan of the color, but this I like." Emma smiled, her hands cradling her stomach.

Graham smiled as he waltzed over toward his wife. He kissed her cheek, before turning to face the room. His arms crossed over his chest, he grinned. "Henry, we did a good job."

Henry grinned at Graham. "We did, didn't we, dad?"

Graham beamed at Henry. He still couldn't get over the fact that he had a son, and in a matter of days would have a little baby girl. "Yes, sir." Graham mocked saluted Henry, before ruffling his hair. Henry leaned in against Graham's leg, as Graham put an arm around his shoulder. They stood in silence for a few moments before a loud yawn ripped itself from Henry's mouth. Graham looked out the window, before eying the clock on the wall. "I think it's bedtime." Henry simply nodded, before rushing off toward his own bedroom.

"Don't forget to brush your teeth." Emma called after him.

"Yes, mom!" Henry called back, and Emma could practically hear the smile on the kid's face.

Emma looked up at her husband, and smiled as he rubbed at his eyes. They were red-rimmed from lack of sleep, much like her own. Mary hadn't been very accommodating at night, and when Emma couldn't get comfortable enough to fall asleep, Graham would get up with her. "I think it's someone else's bedtime too." Emma playfully elbowed Graham's side.

He smiled tiredly at her. "I still have to finish the crib."

Emma shook her head. "It can wait until tomorrow. For now, let's sleep. Mary's calm right now, maybe I can trick her into letting me sleep."

Graham nodded, starting to feel the exhaustion in his body. "Okay, but if she gives you trouble wake me up."

Emma shook her head, before grabbing his hand and walking toward their bedroom. "I can sit up by myself. You need sleep, honey. Especially once I have her, because I will be catching up on some much needed rest."

Graham smiled. "Yes, babe." He peeled his t-shirt and jeans off before climbing into bed. He waited until Emma settled in next to him, before putting his arm around her and pulling her in close to his body. "I love you, Emma." He kissed her head before shutting his eyes.

"Love you too, Graham." She said as she nestled in closer to his body and shutting her eyes.

Graham jerked awake. Something was wrong, he could feel it. Once he was awake he heard moaning next to him. "Emma?" he said softly, before turning on the light. Her eyes were open and wide as she moaned out again. "Is it the baby? Emma?" He was getting worried. He moved to get up.

"She's coming! Mary's coming." Emma forced out before clenching her teeth closed as another pain rippled through her body.

Graham nodded, as he stood up. Pulling on his jeans and t-shirt from earlier, he walked around and helped Emma out of bed. "I'm going to go get Henry up. Go on and call Dr. Whale."

Emma glared at Graham, but nodded. "Easier—said—than-done." She gasped out through the pain. Graham moved from one foot to another, as if he was trying to decide whether to leave her or not. Emma glared again. "Go get Henry!" She yelled.

Yelping, Graham turned around and left the room. He practically ran down the hallway, before coming to a stop in front of Henry's door. He threw it open before walking up to Henry's bed. "Henry," he said, shaking the boy's shoulder.

"Dad? Is everything okay?" he asked, as he wiped the sleep from his eyes.

"Your mom is in labor. The baby's coming."

Henry's eyes widened slightly. "Is she okay? What do we do?" he looked around, before landing on Graham's eyes.

"Your mom is going to be fine. We just need to get ready to take her to the hospital."Graham's voice was calmer than he thought was even possible at this moment.

Henry nodded as he climbed out of bed and pulled on his sneakers. He didn't even bother changing out of his pajamas. Graham followed Henry back down the hallway, and stopped at the bedroom to help Emma up.

"Dr. Whale is on his way. I called my mom too. She said that she'd meet us at the hospital." Graham nodded as he grabbed the bag that Emma had packed for the hospital and the keys before following his family out the door.

Fifteen minutes seemed like an eternity by the time they reached the hospital. Emma glared at Graham as he made his way to her with a wheelchair.

"Seriously, Graham, I don't need-" she was going to finish her sentence when another contraction ripped through her body, this one being so much more intense then the last one, without further thought she plopped herself into the wheel chair that would take them to their room.

Graham held her hand, not caring that she held it so tightly he was sure she was cutting off her circulation. "It's okay. Just focus on your breathing. I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere," he spoke while gazing into her eyes.

She tried to remember everything they learned in their birthing class but the pain was just too much for her to take so she closed her eyes while chewing on her lower lip.

"Oh. My. God! You're never touching me again, you heartless bastard!" She screamed at him momentarily forgetting who exactly she was talking to.

The words were not lost on Graham, as he flinched before realizing that it was the pain talking and tried his best to calm her down. "It's okay, baby. I love you. I won't ever leave you ever again. Just keep breathing, beautiful."

She gave him a look as she lashed out again. "You did this to me! I hate you!"

He rubbed her back and did his best to make her comfortable. It seemed to be working, as her lashing out seemed to have ceased. Instead, she began to do something quite uncharacteristic for Emma Swan. She began to whine. "Make it stop, baby. Please, just make it stop."

Graham was at a loss, never seeing Emma like this before. A part of him was slightly worried but as he gazed into her eyes he knew exactly what he needed to do. "Remember when we first met?"

Emma nodded her head. "I wanted you then," she answered.

Graham grinned widely. "I would have let you," he winked, before continuing. "I arrested you to keep you here all along," he admitted, realizing that his plan had worked. Emma had forgotten her pain for the time being.

Time seemed to move slowly, it didn't matter that eight hours had come and gone. Snow had been in once or twice, she had wanted to stay and help Emma. However, when Emma's language started to get colorful again, Graham has insisted that Snow sit with Henry. He hadn't been lying when he told her that Henry was a nervous wreck. Even Snow knew he hadn't been lying. After a few minutes, Snow had nodded and left the roomd.

Emma's contractions had started to get closer and more intense. She reached for Graham's hand once again she screamed. "Oh my God! I really hate you!"

He moved her hair away from her eyes as he spoke. "I know. I'm an ass. Just keep breathing."

She frowned, and then yelped through yet another contraction. Graham knew that Emma wanted to do this naturally but he couldn't stand seeing her in so much pain. He sighed as he looked over at Dr. Whale. "Can't you give her something for the pain?"

Dr. Whale merely examined Emma's progress. Shaking his head, he looked back at Graham. "I'm afraid not."

It took everything in Graham's power to not deck him. "Why not!?" Graham growled.

Whale chuckled a little as he answered the angry father-to-be. "Because, Emma is fully dilated and the baby is crowning," he looked up at Emma."I'm gonna need you to push now."

Emma sighed as she tried to do what was expected of her. Memories of her having Henry came flashing back. Ironically, they told her it would be easier the second time around yet somehow it wasn't. She reached for Graham's hand not caring that she was cutting off his circulation, she frowned as she looked into his blue eyes. "I can't do this. Not without the drugs."

He kissed her hand as he softly spoke to her. "Yes, you can, Emma. You're the strongest person I know. You saved us all from a curse, you saved me, and you slayed a dragon with your father's sword. This should be a piece of cake for you."

She pushed still holding his hand tightly causing him to flinch again. He smiled as more of their little girl emerged. Tears streamed down her face as she flinched through the immense pain she was feeling. She yelped, before squeezing his hand tighter. He kissed her hand again.

"You can do this Emma, for our baby. I love you. I love you so much. You're doing so well. She's almost here," he spoke his voice filled with utmost pride for his wife and child.

One last push and a tiny cry emanated the air. Whale allowed Graham to cut the cord. Once she was cleaned up, Whale handed Mary off to her proud papa.

Graham couldn't take his eyes off his beautiful little girl. He held her gently in his arms then kissed her tiny head as he spoke, "Hi, Princess, its daddy." A lump formed in the back of his throat when he realized he was someone's Dad.

He looked at Emma, and whispered as he slowly walked over to her. "She's beautiful. She looks like you."

He smiled, first kissing his newborn daughter and then kissing his beautiful wife. Emma sighed as Graham placed baby Mary in her arms. "No, those curls, that is all you-and those pouty little lips," she whispered kissing her daughters tiny hands. She beamed as she stared into Mary's eyes that matched her fathers. "And she has your big blue eyes." she spoke, then reached up to kiss him. "I love you Graham. I love you so much."

Graham walked slowly from Emma's room and quickly found his family sitting in the waiting room. Snow, James, and Henry jumped up when they saw him walking toward them, and smiled. He sighed, before returning their smile. "She is so beautiful."

Henry rushed forward, engulfing Graham in a tight hug. "Can I see her?" Henry's voice came out muffled with his face pressed against Graham's stomach.

Graham ruffled Henry's hair. "Of course, Henry-" Graham paused and eyed the waiting room full of people. "Whale has insisted that only family can come back to the room." Everyone's faces dropped slightly. Graham smiled softly. "We'll be taking Mary home in a couple of days, and you all will be welcome to come visit both, Emma and Mary."

Graham watched as Ruby and Granny stood up first. Smiling softly, they shook his hand and congratulated him. The remainder of their friends followed suit, including August, Ashley, and her husband, Sean. Graham thanked all of them, before showing his in-laws and son to Emma's room. As they came to the door Graham stopped them. "Mary and Emma were both asleep when I left the room."

They all shook their heads, waiting for him to push the door open. Smiles plastered on their faces as they entered the room. Emma was awake, a content smile on her face as she held Mary against her chest.

"Hi," she said softly, when she looked up at her parents. Looking at Henry, she waved him over.

Grinning, he rushed over as quickly as he could before carefully climbing onto the bed. "Hi, Mary." Henry said softly as he peered at his baby sister's face. His nose wrinkled slightly. "She's all wrinkly."

Everyone chuckled lightly, as Snow carefully plodded forward, peering over her grandson's shoulder to take in her granddaughter's face. "Emma. She is beautiful."

Emma smiled softly. "She looks just like her daddy."

Graham beamed brightly, shaking his head. His cheeks flushed. "Nope. All that beauty belongs to her mother."

James laughed lightly, before clapping Graham on the shoulder. Walking around to Emma's opposite side, he peered down at his granddaughter. A smile crossed his lips. "I'm afraid I'm with Emma. That is most definitely your child." James voice was serious, but a teasing smile pulled at the corners of his mouth.

"Charming," Snow chastised him, before looking back at Graham. "Mary looks like both her parents. Though—much of her physical features do resemble Graham-" Snow's nose wrinkled, "which means that her personality will take after Emma."

Graham shook his head. "Oh no."

Emma looked up at him with mock hurt on her face. "Hey, now."

He grinned. "Sorry, had to. You were a little less than nice to me-"

Emma sighed as memories of her words fluttered through her mind. Suddenly her eyes widened and she gasped. "Oh, God." Emma looked at her mother and nodded toward Mary.

Snow realized quickly what she was asking, and reached over taking the small bundle into her arms. All the while wondering what it was that Emma was freaking out over.

"Graham." It was a hushed whisper full pain.

Graham's brow furrowed slightly. "I was only joking, Emma."

"Come here." She motioned, as James moved quickly so that Graham could sit down beside his wife. She pressed a hand to his cheek. "I am so sorry."

Graham brushed his thumb against her cheek, caressing away the single tear that was trailing down it. "It's okay, Emma. I understand."

"I should have never said that. I can't express how sorry I am," Emma swallowed thickly, as she bit her lip to keep the rest of her tears at bay.

"You were in pain. You blamed me. It's not a big deal."

Emma shut her eyes slowly, breathing deeply. "You are to good to me," she explained, as a smile tugged at her lips.

"Because I love you, and our family." Graham explained with a shrug, before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to Emma's forehead.

"It's a good thing." Emma sighed contently, as she watched her mother sway her daughter slowly in her arms. The image tugged at Emma's heart, when she realized that could have been her. Her mother had never gotten the chance to even do this one simple thing with her when she was a baby. The tears that Emma saw slip down Snow's cheeks let her know that the image wasn't lost on her.