THANK YOU FOR REVIEWING GUYS! ALSO, I'M NOT FROM THE 70'S OR 80'S SO IF I SCREWED UP SOME OF THE MUSIC TITLES OR OFFENDED ANYONE, I APOLOGIZE.

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The council meeting ended soon and they all went home.

"So that's what it's like being a king?" Henry asked excitedly.

"It's a little more complicated." James explained. "Right now we're in a period of calmness. Thankfully the threat of Regina and Rumplestiltskin isn't as great, but out attentions have to be turned elsewhere now."

"Like finding August." It was more of a statement than a question.

"Yes."

"Where do you think he is?"

"That's what we're trying to figure out." Snow said patiently. "Henry, were you serious about planning Graham's bachelor party?"

"Yup. No offense, but you guys are still stuck in the 1970's." He replied with a smirk. "The music's way cooler now. I mean, how can you dance to "Hungry Like the Wolf"?"

"That sounds like a song for Red." Snow commented.

"That's a perfectly good song!" James protested.

"I'm just saying." Henry put his hands up.

"Besides, what you kids do nowadays is just pointless –all you do is jump up and down!"

"It's called fistpumping, Grandpa."

"Whatever you say." They arrived back at the castle

"We're back!" Henry announced before heading to his room because he never knew what he could possibly walk in on. Snow took a seat on a chair facing the window. James frowned.

"You okay?"

"It's just been a rough few weeks." She answered, a hand resting on her stomach.

"I know." He knelt down to her level and wrapped her in his strong arms. "Everything's going to be okay now, I promise."

"I look at Henry and all I can see is Emma… what we missed out on. We missed her whole childhood… everything." James could feel her shake, and she had many types. He recognized this one as the effort to keep herself together.

"We have her now, though. It doesn't make anything right, but it makes her that much more special." He said, placing a kiss to the top of her head, still holding her.

"The worst of it is I don't know if I want to have another child. I'm scared I wouldn't-" A sob cut off what she was saying.

"Snow, of course you'd love him or her." He said.

"Not in the way I love Emma." She insisted.

"Well Emma's… different." James didn't know how to put it. "The last thing we remember is holding her minutes old, and then when our lives pick back up she's 33. Sure, we knew her in Storybrooke, but that doesn't really count. It finally sunk in today that I'm a grandfather."

"You just realized that?" Snow giggled, teary eyes looking up at his and he smiled.

"I've been ignoring it."

"Do you want another child?" She asked.

"I'm perfectly happy with Emma. You, her and Henry… even Graham… you're all I need. If we add someone else to the family, then that's fine, too." He answered.

"At the rate they're going, I think we'll have a second grandchild before we have our second kid."

"You just put an unwanted image in my head."

"I love you, Charming." She pulled him in for a kiss.

Emma was laying with her head on Graham's shoulder, staring up at the ceiling.

"Why are you talking about kids all of a sudden?" He asked.

"After having Henry back in my life, and you," She said after a moment, "I guess I just realized that, I don't know, it wouldn't be a bad thing. Granted, there's four adults in the family, two of which are grandparents and the other two have a fifteen year old son, but none of us know how to raise a kid." She laughed. "I missed most of Henry's childhood, and I regret it every single day. Sure, Regina had to do all the heavy lifting, but I do wish I had gotten to know him sooner. And, of course, I love you so much." She shifted to kiss him.

"I can't wait to be a father." Graham said.

"Really?"

"Yes. I don't even care what we have."

"You're talking like I'm pregnant."

"I know I am, but when you are pregnant, I'm sure there's going to be a lot of freaking out."

"I can't believe I want to do this." Emma put her hands over her face.

"Now you don't want to have a baby? Ems, obviously we're not doing it right now. Wait, you're absolutely sure you're not pregnant?"

"Yes Graham. We used protection and everything." She replied with a little annoyance.

"Then why are you freaking out now?"

"Because when I was a teenager I decided to never have kids. Now I have one and want another? It just seems so surreal. Everything is."

"I know." He pulled her in for a hug which she allowed. "I'm not rushing you into having a baby."

"Thank you." She laughed, relishing in the embrace. "I wish Snow would let us rush into marriage, though. I'm not looking forward to being watched by the whole… is it kingdom?"

"Yes. Come, on let's make the best of it." He nudged her a little bit. "It could be fun."

"Here's the thing: you love that sort of thing. It's all such a novelty to you. I don't. I have absolutely no interest in it."

"Think of it this this way." He propped himself up on an elbow. "Just imagine we're the only people in the room."

"That never works."

"Then maybe you'll just have to get used to the attention." He poked her in the nose before getting up and dressed.

"Wait a second." She followed suit. "You're really not nervous?"

"As a young boy, I often dreamed of marriage. I was an orphan with no parents being raised by wolves. I wondered what it would be like to be a prince. Now I get to find out. My childhood dream came true." He placed another tender kiss to her lips.

"I guess dreams really do come true here." She said, leading them down the stairs. "When I was little, I wanted to be a princess. I made up these elaborate stories as to why my parents left me on the side of a road, my favorite being I was kidnapped and my parents couldn't find me, but they were searching desperately." Snow and James listened from the kitchen, smiling fondly. Graham gave her an incredulous look.

"You wanted to be a princess?"

"I gave up on the idea when I was ten." Emma blushed and narrowed her eyes at him.

"You are a series of contrasting qualities, My Love." Graham guided her into the kitchen, his intent on looking through a catalog for a tuxedo to match her dress, and was met with his soon-to-be-parents-in-law. Emma turned a deeper shade of pink.

"How much of that did you guys hear?" She groaned.

"Enough." Snow was still smiling. "To gather that you had a very active imagination."

"Did Henry say what he was doing?" The blonde decided that a change of subject would be a great idea.

"No."

"If I had to guess, though, I'd say he's putting the music together for the bachelor party." James said, handing the catalog to Graham.

"If you guys don't want him to plan it I'll tell him not to." Emma said.

"Sweetie, it's fine." Snow assured her.

"If you say so." She gave them an uneasy look.

"Hey Em, how about this one?" Graham pointed to a brown suit.

"My dress is white." She shook her head disapprovingly. "You should wear black. You know what they say: swag is for boys, class is for men."

"That said, I am an adult and perfectly capable of making my own decisions." He countered, pulling the same card she always did.

"You're wearing black. I'll let you pick the bowtie color." Emma declared with no room for argument. Her fiancée relented, showing his defeat with a sigh.