HEY EVERYONE! YEAH, THAT'S THE EXTENT OF MY AUTHOR'S NOTE.

DON'T OWN IT.

Emma flopped her hand around, trying to find Graham. Even in her sleep-induced-hazy state, she was still alarmed when it hit something too soft to be her husband.

"What the Hell?" She grumbled, cracking one eye open. When she saw the white fluff ball between her and Graham, she said louder, "What the Hell?"

"Huh?" He shot up, eyes immediately falling on the blonde.

"What's he doing in here?" Emma pointed at Boston.

"Oh, Boston? You forgot to put him in his crate last night and he ended up on the floor. He woke me up and I felt bad, so I put him here." Graham grinned, proud of himself.

"Is he housetrained yet?"

"Emma, he's yours. Don't you think you should know that?"

"Maybe." She replied, her eyes challenging.

"Henry housebroke him." Graham answered quietly after a moment.

"Hey, what's wrong?" She reached over and cupped his cheek with a hand. The challenge turned to concern.

"It's nothing." He said quickly.

"No. Tell me." Emma said firmly, locking her eyes with his.

"You don't want to know." He threw the covers off and pulled on a t-shirt.

"Hey! I'm not letting you walk away." He didn't listen, and made a beeline for the door.

"Graham." Her voice hitched. "Damn hormones." She muttered and raced over to him and grabbed his arm. "Graham. No. This talking about it thing, it goes both ways." He paused, one hand on the doorknob. He turned around and looked her up and down.

"I love you two so much." He pulled her in for a hug. "I never want to hurt you."

"Graham, what are you talking about?" Her green eyes searched his almond ones.

"Just… I'm sorry for saying this… promise me you'll keep better track of our daughter than you do of Boston."

"Of course I will." She gasped. "I'm having a hard time connecting with him cause he's a dog. I've never really been an animal person, but he's cute. I do like him." The door opened a little.

"Good, it's safe to come in." Henry said groggily. "Guys, it's 7:00 in the morning. Please be quieter." With that, the boy left.

"Spunky kid." Emma smiled. "Hey, I have something for you." She walked over to a desk and pulled something out of a drawer. "Close your eyes."

"Okay." He did as told. He heard her approach.

"Now open them." She grinned proudly when he took in the masterpiece. It was a painting of the two of them surrounded by a heart. It was actually quite impressive.

"Emma, I didn't know you can paint." Graham said in awe.

"Eh, funny little quirk of mine." She shrugged. "Happy Valentine's Day, Graham." She gently placed the canvas against the wall and pulled him in for a long, passionate kiss.

"My present will be later."

"Good morning, my dear Snow." James smiled, carrying in a tray of pancakes and hot chocolate –with cinnamon of course.

"Oh, Charming!" The brunette gushed.

"Did you really think I'd forget what I do every year?"

"Well, David did have his moments… but no. Nothing gave me pause." She smiled, accepting the tray. "I love you, James." They kissed. "Wow, this is our first Valentine's Day with our daughter." She sighed happily. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too. For all eternity." They started eating the pancakes.

The five reconvened in the kitchen around 9:00.

"Finally." Henry said. "I've been waiting since Mom and Dad woke me up two hours ago."

"Uh, what were you doing?" Snow gave an obvious nod to Emma's baby bump.

"Not that!" The blonde clarified. "Dear God, no. We're not risking anything… ugh… Mom." She groaned, pink tingeing her cheeks. "My son is standing right there. We were having a conversation that got a tiny bit heated."

"Did you three eat yet?" The brunette decided a change in conversation was the least she could do after putting her daughter through that.

"I had cereal." Henry replied.

"We didn't. Don't worry, we can fend for ourselves. Maybe attempt to make better heart shaped pancakes." Emma said.

"You sure?" James placed an arm around his wife.

"Absolutely." She smiled. "Go enjoy the day with her. You two deserve it."

"Thank you. I promise we'll all spend time together tonight." Snow grabbed Emma's hand and squeezed it before being led out of the castle by James.

"Charming, where are we going?" Snow asked. She couldn't see anything through the blindfold. She grasped James' hand for dear life.

"You'll find out in a few minutes." He answered with a smile. Snow had been trying to keep track of how far they'd gone and in which direction. She'd even taken into consideration the turns and the position of the sun. But James had spun her around nearly thirty times before they set out to make sure she couldn't even guess. True to his word, they came to a stop five minutes later. "Now you can look." She pulled the blindfold off and smiled.

"This is where we met."

"And this," he picked up a rock, "is what you used to give me this." He pointed to the scar on his chin.

"How can you remember?" She laughed.

"Because I remember everything about us." He closed the distance between them, their lips crashing together. She placed her hand on the back of his head, and he did the same to her. They pressed their bodies flush against each other, and stumbled into a tree for support. She began tugging on his coat. "Snow, it's forty degrees out."

"Then I guess we'll just have to find some other way to get warm without clothes." She smirked, seeming annoyed that she had to stop kissing him to say that.

"What if we–"

"It'll be fine."

"Mom?" Henry's voice was barely above a whisper. Emma glanced over from the stove, where she was meticulously shaping a pancake. Graham was upstairs framing the painting.

"Yeah, Kid?"

"I have to leave in a few minutes, I just wanted to talk to you." He walked over, and she bit her lip, knowing where the conversation was going to go. He took a seat on a nearby stool.

"Mhm…"

"Um… I know this girl. Her name's Johanna. She was in my class in Storybrooke. I um… I like her. And I'm asking her out."

"Oh." She pretended to be surprised. Even though she already knew, it didn't make it any less painful. The blonde was thrilled when her voice sounded normal –because she was fighting tears– when she spoke again. "That's good. I'm proud of you, Henry."

"Wait, really?" Henry sputtered.

"Yup. You're fifteen years old." She didn't dare continue or she'd cry, and he'd not ask Johanna out. She couldn't do that to him.

"I love you, Mom." He threw himself at her. He buried his face into her shirt.

"I love you too, Henry." Before she wrapped her arms around him, she wiped under her eyes. "Go sweep her off her feet."

"Yeah." He pulled back, his own eyes glistening with tears. Thankfully, he didn't seem to notice hers. "Thanks for the vote of confidence."

"Have fun!" She called as he walked out the door. Emma put a hand over her mouth to muffle the sobs that were clawing their way up her throat. Graham came down, smiling proudly at his handiwork.

"It fits perfectly!" Then he noticed his wife's rapid breathing and shaking shoulders. "Em, what's going on? Are you okay?"

"He just left." The blonde said in a shaky voice. "She's killing me. I think I'll have to see Doc about anti-hormones or something."

"Oh, Ems…" He chuckled, hugging her. "Nobody cares."

"I do." She turned back to her pancake. "And I think that's a perfect heart."

"It is." He grinned, placing a kiss to the top of her head.

"I'm good with aesthetics." She flipped it onto its other side. So far, it was a perfect gold color.

"Yeah. You're definitely aesthetically pleasing."

"Graham!" Emma playfully swatted at him, then leaned into him. "This is the best Valentine's Day ever."

Cautiously, Henry approached the brown-haired girl standing in the clearing.

"Johanna?" He called out.

"Hey, Henry! What did you wanna see me for?" She chirped, skipping over to him. Her sky-blue eyes searched his hazel ones.

"Johanna, I–" He cut off midsentence, thinking back to Graham's words. Screw the speech, he thought. "I like you. A lot. Do you wanna go horseback riding tomorrow morning?"

"Are you asking me out?" She asked, eyes hopeful.

"Yes."

"Oh, Henry!" She squealed, throwing her arms around him. "I've liked you for as long as I can remember. Yes, yes, yes!"

"Great." He smiled. "I have till 2:30 before I have to be home. Do you want to skip some stones for a while?"

"I'd love to." Johanna took his hand. Together, they walked toward the pond.

SO, THIS IS PART ONE OF VALENTINE'S DAY. PART TWO TO FOLLOW! I HOPE YOU LIKED IT.