THANK YOU FOR ALL THE AMAZING SUPPORT. ORIGINALLY, THIS FIC WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MORE CENTERED AROUND PRINCE CHARMING/SNOW WHITE, BUT I'M NOTICING IT TENDING TO GO TOWARDS EMMA/GRAHAM. THERE WILL BE CHARMING/SNOW, IT JUST MIGHT BE A LITTLE LATER. AGAIN, THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH YOUR SUPPORT MEANS TO ME.

DON'T OWN IT.

By the time Graham and Emma got back to the castle, it was well past midnight. Graham opened the door, and all but ran into James. They laughter immediately stopped.

"Hi." Graham smiled.

"Graham." James nodded.

"What are you doing?" Emma asked.

"You two didn't come back. I got worried." He simply said.

"I wasn't aware I had a curfew." Emma said.

"And I wasn't aware he was going to propose to you." James sent a pointed glare at Graham.

"I wasn't aware I needed to ask." Graham said. The two turned to look at him.

"The only sassy banter can be between us two." James said.

"Right, Sir." said Graham.

"I have a request." Emma said after a moment.

"Anything for you, Darling." James replied.

"Uh… I want TV's to be built, as well as phones and other modern-day electronic devices. They make things so much easier. And cars."

"That will be our next project after taking out the Queen." James assured her.

"About that…" Emma started.

"Don't tell me you're hesitating. She is a threat that must be taken out." James said.

"It's Henry."

"He's 16. He'll just have to get over it."

"I don't want him to grow up without parents!" Emma yelled. "I know what that's like, and it sucks. Majorly. He doesn't have a father, and like it or not, Regina's the one who raised him. He loves her like a mother. I'm not putting him through that. He shouldn't have to end up like me. That's exactly why I risked him going into the System. It seemed like it would be better than me raising him."

"We have to do what we have to do. As much as I don't want to hurt my grandson, the safety of the kingdom is more important. If you won't do it, then I'll have someone else." James said.

"You have no idea how to be a father, do you Dad?" Emma used dad to hurt him. She knew it was wrong, and hated that she was doing it, but it was the only thing she could do. If he was going to put her son through that much pain, then she was going to do the same to him. She saw the pain that flashed across his face and pushed past him into the castle.

"That could've gone better." James said.

"I'll go talk to her." Graham placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, then went to search for his fiancée.

James quietly opened the door to his room, and found Snow reading.

"Hey." He said.

"Hi." She replied softly.

"She called me 'Dad'." James said, taking a seat beside her.

"That's good." She put down the book.

"She said it sarcastically after we fought and she told me I suck at parenting."

"That's not so good."

"She doesn't want to kill the Evil Queen."

"That's understandable. She is Henry's mother, sort of." Snow said.

"I have no idea what I should do."

"Compromise." Snow shrugged. "Lock her up like Rumplestilskin."

"Do you think that's the best solution?"

"I do." She smiled warmly at him.

"You always know best. Then I guess we shall put her away."

"Great. Now kiss me."

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Cautiously, Graham placed himself next to Emma on the couch.

"What?" She asked.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." She replied.

"If I hear those words out of your mouth one more time, I'm going to smack you." He teased. But there was a sense of truth in his voice, laced with concern.

"You wouldn't. You're too nice."

"You're right. I still don't want to hear that, though." Graham said.

"I can say whatever I want, Graham."

"Yes, you can. As long as you're not lying to me." He made her face him, made her look him in the eye, waiting for her promise.

"I'll try. It's going to take time." Emma said.

"I'm okay with that. I just want you. Not you and your walls, just you, Emma Swan." Graham placed a tender kiss to her lips. Emma smiled.

"You always make things better."

"I tend to have that effect on people." He pulled her in for another one, this time fiercer.

"Don't get too cocky."

"This coming from the woman who fully expected Rumplestilskin to be fine with breaking a deal?" Graham quipped.

"There's a difference between cocky and confident. You should learn it."

"There's also a difference between confident and insane."

"You're the one who was so confident in their ability to throw darts that you threw one at the doorframe right next to my head. That's insane."

"Maybe." He shrugged. "You remember that?"

"Graham, I remember every interaction we've ever had." She said.

"I love you." He said.

"I love you, too." She said, without hesitating. Graham smiled. "What?" She whined.

"You're not hiding your feelings. I'm so proud!" Now he was beaming.

"Shut up." She stood up.

"It's a good thing. Now go talk to your dad."

"I think it's best to wait till morning for that, when we've both calmed down."

"Emma, you have a chance to reconcile with your parents. You should be grateful for that. I wish I did."

"What happened to yours?" after the words left her mouth, she realized how blunt it was. "Sorry."

"It's okay. They abandoned me as a baby. I was raised by wolves. Don't laugh." He said.

"Oh, Graham. I'm so sorry. That sucks. I didn't realize."

"Really, it's okay. I think I turned out pretty normal."

"Hey. What are you trying to say?" She folded her arms.

"Nothing! God, that came out wrong." Graham put his head in his hands, wanting to erase the last few minutes.

"Tell me." She took a deep breath, swallowing her anger, and sat down. She wanted to seem as un-defensive as possible.

"It seems like it sucks to be you." He shrugged again.

"Why is everyone so hell-bent on changing me?" Emma asked.

"Because you'll be a lot happier once we get rid of that wall and hard shell." He smiled, figuring if she was mad that his hotness would make it better. And it did.

"How come I'm drawn to you when I'm mad?"

"Because I'm adorable."

"You are." Another kiss.

"We can't really do it on a couch. I don't think it's big enough." Graham said.

"Graham!" Emma swatted at him. "I didn't want that."

"I know, last time you had Henry. But our kids would look pretty amazing, don't you think?"

"Oh my God, you're way too hung up on the fact that you're hot."

"No, I'm hung up on the fact that we're both pretty hot and our babies would be gorgeous." Graham corrected.

"Let's see if we survive a year of marriage first, okay? I'm going to go make sure Henry's okay."

"It's 1:00 AM, Emma. He's asleep."

"I know. I just need to see him." Emma called over her shoulder.

"Let's see if I survive a year of marriage." Graham mumbled under his breath, smoothing his hair.

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The next morning, Graham and Emma woke to their family staring at them. Emma shot up.

"What the Hell?" This woke Graham up.

"What are they doing?"

"We were debating whether to wake you up or not. It's noon." Snow answered.

"Well great job debating." Emma grumbled.

"Emma, we should go to the carpenter's today to plan out your room." Snow said.

"It might as well be me and Graham's room. He should come."

"As comfortable as the floor is, that sounds like a great idea." Graham said.

"That's awesome!" Henry beamed.

"Oh, Kid, it's too early in the morning for loud noises."

"I know, but you and Sheriff Graham are getting married." The boy said.

"How'd you find out?"

"Grandpa."

"You're really digging this whole family thing, aren't you?"

"Yup."

"I'm making breakfast, anyone want some?" Emma asked, pushing herself off the couch.

"We just ate lunch." Henry said.

"Okay then."

"I'm coming." Graham said.

"Emma, wait. Can I talk to you for a moment?" James asked.

"Yeah." Emma said after looking at Graham for confirmation that she was doing the right thing.

James pulled her into the kitchen. "I've decided to compromise. We can lock the Evil Queen in prison. It's not my first choice, but it's the best thing for you and Henry. I just want you to know that there may come a time when we have to kill her."

"Okay. And, I'm sorry about last night. I over reacted." She apologized.

"It's fine. You were only protecting your son." James assured her.

"Yeah. Okay. Thanks." She said.

"Do you want eggs or pancakes?" Graham asked her when James left.

"Pancakes." She smiled.

"I'll try not to burn them." He said.

"I'll help." Emma hopped off the stool.

Henry secretly watched his mom and 'dad', smiling to himself as they laughed and threw stuff at each other.

Later, Snow took them to the carpenter's to pick out stuff to decorate their room with. Snow couldn't bear to tear down Emma's nursery, so she stuck them in the spare room. Apparently, Graham and Emma couldn't agree on anything.

"But I want carpet." Graham said.

"Wood is better. We can get a rug." Emma argued.

"Fine. But I choose the wall color." He finally relented.

"Okay." She agreed. "How about dark wood?"

"With green walls!" Graham had an idea.

"Dark green."

"But you said I can pick the walls."

"Light green on dark wood is not going to look good." Emma said.

Graham pondered this for a moment. "You're right."

"I always am." She smiled.

"Yes you are." Graham tried pulling her in for a kiss, but she pushed him off.

"PDA."

"Of course."

"Tonight. Maybe."

"You're teasing me. That's not fair."

Someone cleared their throat. "Everything should be done by Friday."

"Thank you." The three replied in unison.

THIS IS LONGER THAN I INTENDED BECAUSE OF HOW AMAZING YOU GUYS ARE. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!