MY APOLOGIES FOR NOT UPDATING LATELY. I THINK MOST OF YOU KNOW WHY LOL.

DON'T OWN IT.

They had all gone to bed, ignoring the book tower till tomorrow. Henry was sound asleep, dreaming about fighting a dragon. Snow and James had attempted to discuss the next royal ball, but soon fell asleep, too. Graham and Emma were another story.

"You know what my favorite game actually is?" Emma said in a low, seductive voice. Graham traced circles on her bare stomach, his touch awakening every nerve on her skin.

"Tell me." He whispered, his breath tickling her neck.

"Strip poker." In an instant, she was straddling him. "Damn. Sucks that you have your boxers on."

"Is that even safe for the baby?" He gulped, wanting her so badly but trying to be the calm and rational one. In fairytale land, all he'd ever really known, the thought was preposterous. No studies were done on whether or not sex while pregnant affected the baby, so they all assumed it was.

"It is but… I see your point. I just… I'm horny."

"I can tell."

"I don't want to risk anything." She said. "God, Ruby told me I'm a great mother, but I don't see how. I accidentally drank, and now this."

"Emma, you're an amazing mother!" He said in a hushed voice so as not to wake anyone. "You love Henry, and that's all he wants. And despite your attempts to hide it, you love this baby." His hand came to a stop, his palm flat against her stomach.

"Graham." She rolled her eyes. "Do you think I'd even want to have a baby –this… baby– if I didn't lo –want it? I mean, I'm not sending it to Mr. Gold to pawn off."

"Maybe we can find out what it is before it's born." He said. "That way you have longer to attach."

"All magic comes with a price." Emma warned.

"I have something to tell you." He said slowly after a moment.

"What did you do?"

"I… want to know how I just knew we were going to have a girl when we got pregnant?"

"Graham, you said it was what you wanted, and had a feeling, that's why you thought…"

"I didn't tell you the whole thing." He looked down, unable to meet her gaze. "The first night I stayed here, she gave me something. It was a pendant. It can tell someone what the gender of their unborn child is, before they even conceive. I… I used it on you." A tear snaked its way down his cheek. He was so embarrassed, and he had betrayed her trust.

"We're having a girl." Emma smiled through her own tear-filled eyes. She threw her arms around his neck.

"Wait, you're not mad?" Finally, Graham met her gaze.

"Let's blame the hormones."

"Hey, Mom." Emma said through a spoonful of Cheerios. "How'd your mom name you?"

"Well, from what my father told me, our last name, obviously was White. He said she thought snow was pretty when it falls from the sky, and loved how no two were alike." The brunette replied.

"So my only living grandparents are evil. Hmm." She huffed. "I guess they should just hook up."

"That would be a very bad idea." James commented.

"I agree." Henry smiled.

"You have a little milk on your nose." Emma wiped it off. "Um, so… Well, how to put this? It's a girl."

"Really?" Her parents beamed.

"Yes!" Henry fist-pumped.

"Just thought I should tell you." The blonde mumbled self-consciously.

"This is so amazing." Henry jumped out of his seat and hugged his mother. "Well now I can call you little sister. Hi."

"Have you thought of any names yet?" Snow asked, now understanding where her daughter's earlier inquiry had come from.

"Definitely not something like yours. No offense." Emma said.

"Gremma." Graham smiled.

"No, I'm not meshing our names to create hers." Then she shook her head, realizing what she'd just said. "Its. The ba –its name. I'm not naming it anything crazy."

"We can drop the 'r'. Gemma?"

"Too princessey." The blonde scoffed. "Look, I'm not deciding on my… God this is hard to step around… its name right now."

"Wall." Snow said while picking up the bowls.

"Shut up."

"Em..." Graham clasped her hand in his. "Stop being stubborn. You want to refer to her as 'her', so do it."

"Actually, she's a fetus, so the point's mute."

"Mom." Henry said. "I know part of it's because you feel guilty you never did any of this with me. I don't care, and I don't hold it against you. Love her. I do, and Dad does."

"You guys and your stupid interventions…" Emma grumbled as she made her way to the bathroom to vomit. She tripped over the books, that had yet to be picked up. "Are you trying to kill me!?"

"Uh oh." Graham rushed over and helped her to her feet. "Don't throw up on my shoes. They're new." From the bathroom, gags could be heard.

"Was I this bad to you?" Henry called.

"Yeah, so I'm beginning to think me and pregnancy just don't mix."

"Well, she certainly didn't inherit that from me." Snow chuckled.

"Not funny!"

"What I don't understand is how she's yelling and vomiting." The brunette wrapped her arms around James' neck.

"Honey, you yelled at me doing plenty of other things." James smiled. Henry giggled. "So, Henry, want to practice some more sword fighting?"

"Yeah! I've been practicing the stances most nights before bed with a broom that Bashful lent me. And then later will you take me to see August? He said to meet him by the big rocks."

"How do you know?"

"I wrote him some letters, and he replied." The boy answered with an almost eye-roll, before realizing he wasn't talking to Regina. Emma strolled back out, Graham trailing behind.

"That didn't seem to go as bad as it did yesterday." Snow smiled warmly.

"I want to play, too." The blonde stood behind her son. "I like swords."

"Emma, she could get hurt." Graham said.

"You think I'd do anything to endanger my daughter?" Emma's eyes went wide, once again realizing words were coming out before she could think them through. "No one say anything."

JUST SOME CHARMING FAMILY FLUFFINESS FOR YOU GUYS, AND SOME BADASS EMMA CAUSE THAT'S ALWAYS FUN TO WRITE LOL. THANKS FOR READING!