I'M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I STARTED A NEW STORY CALLED 'WHAT HURTS THE MOST' AND KINDA FORGOT ABOUT THIS ONE. OOPS.

DON'T OWN IT.

They all went to bed shortly after. They waited for news on Regina in shifts, with Graham and Emma first. It was obvious she wasn't going to sleep anytime soon. Graham sat patiently on the couch while his fiancée tucked Henry in. He heard footsteps coming down the stairs and turned he twisted to look at her, grinning.

"What?" She said in that challenging tone he loves so much, cocking her head to the side. He loved that, too. He also loved the way her hair was disheveled, much like it had been when they had their first real kiss.

"I love you." He said, deciding that this time, she wasn't going to close the gap between them, so he took it upon himself to close the distance. He walked the 7 feet and placed a tender kiss to her lips.

"I love you, too." Then she pulled back, giving him a questioning look. "Where'd that come from?"

"What do you mean? Am I not allowed to tell my fiancée that I love her?"

"Of course you can." She sighed. "I know I'm a pain in your ass. I'm a pain in everyone's ass."

"Only sometimes, when you act like your mother." Graham said. He couldn't tell if she was going to punch him or cry. Or both.

"You're a pain in my ass." She fired and proceeded to sit on the couch. Before she could, he scooped her up, carrying her bride-style. "Put me down!" She giggled, then clapped a hand over her mouth. "Don't make me wake Henry up. It took him forever to fall asleep."

"You're cute when you're trying to be mad." He held her tighter despite her kicking.

"Maybe I am mad." She countered, but didn't pull it off. Emma broke into another fit of giggles.

"God, are you drunk?" He asked, dropping her onto the couch and putting himself in a pushup position over her so as not to crush her. He placed another kiss on her lips, then peppered them down her neck.

"On you." She murmered. He smiled.

"Are we going back to old times, sleeping on the couch again? Or rather, you on the couch and me on the floor?"

"Don't ruin the moment with your sarcasm." Emma said.

"That coming from the queen of sarcasm!" Graham did his best to look wounded.

"I hope this feeling never goes away." She finally pushed him off her and sat up. He kept his mouth shut and let her continue. "I actually feel happy. My parents didn't try to kill me, they did want me, and they've always loved me. I have my son back. I found my one true love. I really can't tell you how happy I am."

"You're equally as scared as happy, though." He couldn't keep the sadness from his voice. He just wanted her to be happy, never doubting the love everyone had for her.

"Can we not get into that?" Emma groaned. Luckily for her, Doc hesitantly cleared his throat.

"We didn't know you were there." Graham said, his cheeks taking on a rosy color.

"I'm sure you didn't." He smiled. "The Queen's doing better-" Emma cut him off.

"She's not the Queen. How many times does it have to be said? She's nothing more than an evil bitch." Emma wasn't able to suppress her grin. "Snow's Queen." Graham let out a quiet chuckle.

"Ok… Regina's doing better. I think she's going to make it. We had mentioned an infection earlier, but I believe that's no longer a threat." He folded his hands in front of him.

"So she's going to be okay?" Graham summed it up.

"There's only a 10 percent chance she won't be."

"We should tell Henry." Emma looked up at the guy with the awesome hair.

"You really wanna wake him?"

"He'll kill me if I don't. Thanks, Doc." She gave a small wave and carefully started up the stairs. Graham continued to chat with Doc.

"Henry." Emma whispered, gently shaking the boy.

"Wha-?" He gave a small yawn.

"Regina's going to be okay."

"Really?" He shot up to a sitting position.

"Yeah." She smiled, smoothing his bedhead down. "See, Kid, I told you." Henry wrapped his arms around her, and Emma hugged him back.

The next morning everyone woke up late. Snow and James were up first, making omelets in the kitchen. Henry was sitting with Doc in Regina's room, and Graham and Emma were laying in each other's arms.

"You never told me what happened." Graham said, stroking her golden mane.

"With what?" She asked, rolling over to face him.

"With Henry." He said softly.

"You know. I gave him up for adoption- not that I had much of a choice." Emma said.

"I thought you did?"

"I gave birth to him in jail. When I got out 3 weeks later there was a chance I could've gotten custody if Regina hadn't adopted him by then. Now that I think about it, it was a day off." She said.

"Much like you. If you could've waited another day you would've been born in the Land Without Magic, with your mom raising you."

"Let's agree this whole family has horrible timing." She said glumly.

"I meant, you never told me how you got pregnant."

"Does it really matter? We have Henry now."

"I'd like to know how my son was made." Graham said.

"If you don't know how that works by now-" He placed a finger over her lips, successfully shutting her up.

"Was it a one night stand?"

"God you're persistent."

"Can you please just answer my question?"

"Why do you care?" She countered.

"Dammit, Emma!" Graham yelled. This shocked both of them, and he regretted it the instant he saw the pain in her eyes.

Slowly, trying to keep her voice from shaking, she said, "I don't want Henry to know he's a rape child. You happy?" She threw the covers off and stormed out.