SORRY IT'S TAKEN ME SO LONG TO UPDATE. I KNOW THIS HAS TONS OF GREMMA, BUT, WELL, I DON'T NEED AN EXCUSE TO WRITE THEM! LOL.

DON'T OWN IT.

Halfway into the movie, Henry was fighting to keep is eyes open. His adventurous day, however, won out minutes later, and he fell asleep on Emma's shoulder. She began stroking his hair, not even realizing she was doing it. James was staring intently at the screen, completely immersed in the movie. Graham was, as well. Snow simply looked between the four and smirked.

"I can feel you smirking." James said quietly.

"I can't help it. The four of you are adorable."

"I'm not adorable." The blonde protested. "Now shut up, I wanna watch the movie." She never took her hand off of Henry's head.

"But I can feel it, just burning into me."

"I'm not even looking at you, Charming." Snow had to stifle laughter to keep from waking the boy up. Emma smiled at her son fondly. He had somehow managed to sprawl across all of them in his sleep.

"Well, I should probably get him to bed."

"I will." Graham offered. "I really want to."

"O-okay." Emma was shocked for a moment, then reminded herself that her husband was his father. Screw biology. "Yeah, go ahead." Graham gently moved Henry's arms (which had landed on his lap) to his side and extracted himself. Then he scooped the boy up.

"Will I be seeing you soon?"

"You're not coming back down?" She asked.

"There's only twenty minutes left. I don't really need to see it." He looked tired. Emma frowned.

"I'll be up when it's done." After he heard her response, Graham smiled then brought Henry upstairs to his room. When placed on his bed, he began to stir.

"Dad?"

"Yeah, Kiddo. I'm right here." He sat on the edge, his heart fluttering.

"Will you tell me a story?" Henry sounded childlike, greatly differing from the teenager he was; not that he always acted like one, anyway.

"Of course. What do you want to hear?" Graham had dreamed of having a son when he was younger. He loved Henry, as well as the little baby growing inside of his wife. After meeting Emma, though, he also longed for a little girl who was just like her mother. When this child is born, he'll have everything he'd ever wanted.

"Do you know how Regina got a busted lip? I have an inkling that it has something to do with Mom, but I wanna hear it firsthand."

"So you think I was there?" Graham raised an eyebrow, smiling.

"Well yeah, because Mom's the only who'd instigate something with her, and you were with her when you… you know…"

"I was with there, you're right. But Emma didn't start it."

"Regina hit her first!? What was she thinking?"

"Lower your voice, okay? Your mom will kill me if she finds out I'm talking about her. And I don't know what she was thinking. No one does, cause she's a sociopath. I'm sorry, that might not have been this best thing to say to you."

"It's fine." Henry assured him. "I think I've finally made my mind up completely. I don't want Regina in my life. She may have raised me for ten years, but Emma's my real mom, and you're my dad. Snow and James are my grandparents, and we're a family. Regina just used me to try to fill a whole. I think she thinks she loves me, but she doesn't. I don't need to be around that, and Daniel just kinda creeps me out. He's very formal."

"That's… wow. How are you going to tell her?"

"I'm just not gonna ask to go over her house. Duh. Can we go back to the story?" For the moment, Graham was willing to ignore the sarcasm Henry used.

"Um, yeah. Yeah, I was with them. Emma and I were looking for my heart, and my wolf led us to the mausoleum. We didn't find it, but Regina found us. She made her usual snide comments to your mom, and well, typical Emma style, she shot right back. Regina wasn't happy about what she had to say, so she punched her. Emma actually fell back into me, and knocked me over. Then she gave Regina a fat lip, punching her back harder and pinned her against the mausoleum. I had to pry her off before she could do more damage."

"Holy crap." Henry gasped, eyes bright with amusement. "I wish I was there."

"You know, I was tempted to just let them be, but then I wouldn't be doing my job." At that, Henry laughed.

"So, are you Sheriff now?"

"That is a very good question. No one's really been doing much policing anyway, but I'd be glad to. However, your mom's actually Sheriff, so…" He shrugged. "Maybe she'll let me cause she's pregnant."

"Maybe I'll let you do what because I'm pregnant?" Emma raised an eyebrow from the doorway. How long have we been sitting here, Graham thought.

"Uh…" Goddamn it, why did she make him so nervous? It was like he was terrified of… oh. He was terrified of disappointing her, of making her run. They really needed to talk. "Let me be Acting Sheriff?"

"Sure, knock yourself out. The badge's in my drawer. You know the one."

"So that's the story, Henry. You sleep good, okay?"

"I will. Thanks, Dad." He chirped. Emma waited a few moments before speaking to make sure the tears she was fighting didn't make their way into her voice.

"You come get me if you need anything, Kid. I mean it." She blew a kiss from the doorway, knowing she'd break down if she got any closer to her son. Graham places a kiss on his forehead and shut the door behind him, leaving it slightly cracked. He led Emma the few doors down to their room, where he sat her down on the daybed by the window.

"Babe, what's wrong?"

"It's incredibly stupid. Just you and Henry, and I'm only reacting this way because of the hormones…"

"C'mere." He pulled her into his arms. "I wish you'd just cry instead of holding it all in, or stoically pressing your lips together while a few tears slip out. It's not good for you." He said softly, stroking her hair.

"I hate crying." She said, resting her chin on his shoulder. Her pillow didn't last, because Graham pulled back from their embrace to look her in the eye.

"Emma, you don't have to worry about your reputation or whatever with me. I'm not gonna judge you, I'm not gonna prey on you."

"It's not just that." She pushed herself of the daybed and began pacing. "I hate how weak and powerless I feel. It reminds me of the rape, and my childhood. If I hadn't broken down on the stand at my emancipation hearing when I was sixteen, maybe it would have gone through and I could've started my life sooner and I wouldn't have been walking home from that club that night, and Bae never would have found me. If I hadn't cried and screamed when my 'friends' tried to inject me with heroin while I was pregnant with Henry, the police never would have found us and I wouldn't have gone to jail. He could have had a better life if I hadn't been so weak." Her voice had gone up each sentence, and by the end, it was completely wobbling. Graham got up and wrapped his arms around her again. She was shaking all over in an effort not to lose it, and it killed him.

"Emma, if you hadn't stayed in the system, you wouldn't have Henry. And if you had been injected with the… whatever that was, Henry could have died –or you." Graham reasoned. "Trust me, he's not holding any grudges."

"Look, I'm –I'm okay." She pulled away and turned around to close the door. Then she laid on their regular bed in the middle of the room. He studied her. Graham decided she looked proud, or something like it. Was she really proud that she was able to keep it together? Was she really that screwed up? He thought he might have to make an appointment with Archie just to tell the man how much his wife needed help.

*TWO MONTHS LATER*

"Goddamn it!" Emma yelled from the bedroom. The four at the table sighed.

"I got it." Graham rose. In the past few months, Emma's mood swings had only worsened. She could go from laughing to crying within seconds, which then resulted in anger. He thought back to that night she had confessed to him why she was so Hell-bent on not getting emotional. He knew exactly why she'd get mad, and while Snow and James were her parents, he knew she kept things from them to spare them pain. Only he could truly understand what she was thinking. It wasn't that no one wanted to deal with her –they loved her more than anything. They just didn't want to upset her further, and Graham was doing a fine job of calming Hurricane Emma. He walked into their room, finding Emma's fists clenched, just in her panties, and her favorite pair of jeans on the other side of the room in a ball. He knew exactly what was going on, but still asked for her sake. "What's wrong?"

"It's always depressing the first time you try to button your jeans and they don't fit."

"Emma, you do realize your twelve weeks pregnant, right? That's three months. She's getting bigger."

"I know but it still pisses me off. I worked so hard to keep my body the way it was, and now I'm ignoring all kinds of cravings, and then this."

"It's not your fault." He said. "It's not her fault, either. This is what happens during pregnancy, but you know that. I know this isn't just about your jeans not fitting, or the hormones. What's really wrong, Emma?" He covered her hand with his.

"I'm so angry, and frustrated, happy, sad, annoyed, jealous, terrified… it's too much. I don't know what to do with it and I can't talk to Archie about it."

"Wanna talk to me about it?" He asked.

"I can't." The blonde shook her head. "I think it gives me a panic attack." Graham chuckled.

"Honey, that's not a panic attack. It's called 'you being too stubborn to give in to the sobs'. We talked about this a few months ago, remember? Cause I do. It was a revelation for me…" He trailed off, another one hitting him. "This isn't about you thinking you have to be perfect in order to be loved, is it? Cause I swear if it is I'll kill every single foster parent you've ever had, and ever scumbag boyfriend."

"Graham." She smiled. "You could hardly call some of the ogres I've dated guys, okay? And I don't need to be protected." She got up and picked up her discarded jeans. "And no, it isn't. Being physically fit is kinda important to being able to handle yourself." Well then he felt extremely dumb, but a nagging voice in the back of his head told him that it his theory was partly true.

"You are going to wear something to cover that perfect ass, right?"

"If we had the castle to ourselves… no." She smiled seductively. "But we don't, so I have to."

"Uh…" Graham's mouth fell open.

"Aww, you're so adorable." She patted his cheek, then proceeded to put on her sweatpants. "Especially when you're trying to be a badass. Emphasis on trying." Giggling, she raced down the stairs, her husband not far behind.

"Are you mocking me, My Dear Emma?"

"But of course." She made a lousy attempt at a courtesy. Her family laughed. "Is there pancake batter? Cause I'm gonna make breakfast."

"That's okay, Sweetie." Snow shot a worried look at Graham. "You don't need to fix the oven. It didn't work out so well with the toaster."

"Mom, I want to." She whined. Whining might have been annoying, but it meant she wasn't mad, which meant she wasn't going to break the oven.

"Okay. Yell if you need anything." The brunette nodded. Emma went into the kitchen and made the batter (which consisted of pouring the powder into water) and adding her own flare: a generous amount of cinnamon. When they were finished cooking and she set them down in front of everyone, Henry poked at his.

"It looks… different than when me or Gram makes it."

"Just try it." Emma smiled. Slowly, Henry cut a piece and put it in his mouth.

"That's awesome!" Getting their grandson's seal of approval, Snow and James dug in.

"Cinnamon?"

"Yup." The blonde grinned proudly.

"Emma, I love your cravings." Graham said. "Wait a second… is mine a heart?"

"I got a little nervous when it got lopsided, but yeah. Tomorrow's Valentine's Day and I'm excited." At that, Graham launched himself at her. "You're in a good mood today."

"Guys…" She pulled back. "I'm sorry. I know I've been taking things out on all of you. I can't really blame the hormones cause I was like that before. It's not fair to you, and I promise I'll do my best not to do it anymore. The pancakes are my peace offering."

"Apology accepted." Snow smiled.

"Great. Thanks. Um… I just thought you guys should know that Graham's now the Sheriff. You know, in case there's any officiating needed to be done."

"No, there isn't. But your mother has to tell you something." James looked at his wife.

"Emma, we're planning your baby shower."

"What!?"