THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS, GUYS! GUESS WHAT? TWO MORE TILL WE HIT 200! AND I AM SUPER SORRY FOR THE WAIT. I GOT WRITER'S BLOCK, THEN LIFE GOT IN THE WAY.
DON'T OWN IT.
"I'm so tired." Emma flopped onto the bed, nearly landing on Graham.
"Well now you can sleep." He repositioned himself so that he could wrap an arm around her.
"It's the last four hours of Valentine's Day; who said anything about sleep?" He could feel her grin.
"Babe, we already talked about this. We're not going to risk hurting the baby." He said gently.
"That doesn't mean we can't play."
Snow smiled as she laid in James' arms, staring up at the ceiling.
"Remember how, that January, we were talking about having a baby?" She asked.
"How could I forget? We decided we couldn't wait so we could conceive on Valentine's Day, so we went at it." He chuckled.
"Wouldn't it be cool…"
"Snow, we can't have a round two. Once was enough considering… we don't need to double our chances. We've talked about this. Not until Emma's baby is older. We'll all be lucky if we survive the first year." James said, shifting Snow so that he could look at her. "You know we need to talk about what happened this morning."
"It's going to be fine, Charming." Snow assured him.
"How do you know that? If we end up pregnant, Emma will kill us, especially since this will be the second time we didn't mean for it to happen."
"Doc recreated birth control pills."
"Oh. Well then. Round two?"
At 10:00 am, Henry padded down the stairs, frowning when neither his parents or grandparents were downstairs. He wasn't too concerned about Emma and Graham; they were late sleepers. But Snow and James should've been making breakfast. Then he remembered that last night was Valentine's Day. He didn't know all the gory details, but he did know what most couples did. With a gagging sound and a shudder, the boy set out to make some omelets. As soon as the smell wafted up the stairs, Snow came down.
"Good morning." She chirped.
"Hey."
"How did you sleep?"
"Good." Henry said, smiling as he handed her an omelet. He decided not to reciprocate the question.
"Thanks for making breakfast."
"I got hungry." He shrugged, then took a seat next to her.
"Charming will probably be down soon, too."
Surprisingly, it was Emma who next appeared at the bottom of the stairs.
"You're up early." Snow commented.
"I have to pee." The blonde didn't even spare them a glance as she speed-walked to the bathroom. Graham smiled his greetings as he took a seat at the table.
"Her colorful language woke me up. Is that an omelet?"
"Yup. I made them." Henry smiled proudly as he set a plate in front of his step-father.
"It's delicious." Snow praised.
"She doesn't understand that I need to sleep." Emma plopped down next to Graham. Her son slid a plate to her. "I mean, I love her and all, but I'm tired."
"I'm sure it'll be worse when she's here." The queen wished she could say definitively –but she never spent a night with Emma, so she can't.
"Don't remind me."
"We're going to take shifts, though. Between the five of us, I think we'll manage." Graham assured her.
"Five?"
"Well duh!" Henry grinned. "I'm gonna help."
"I'm sure you will." Emma smiled. Snow's eyes lit up when her husband walked into the room.
"If I didn't see it, I wouldn't believe it. Our favorite princess is up before me." James placed a kiss on his daughter's head.
"I'm your only princess." The blonde clarified.
"Good morning." Snow pecked him on the cheek while smiling at her daughter's antics. "Henry made breakfast."
"He was up before everyone?"
"Mhm." The boy said with an eye roll.
"I'm gonna let Boston out." Emma hoisted herself out of the chair.
"I got to thinking, Em." Graham followed her. "Once we decide on a name, we can have it painted above her crib. And we can use the decorations from your old room."
"No." She said a little quicker and harsher than she intended. She pulled him aside after opening the door for the puppy. "Not to sound like a petulant only child, but those things were mine. They were intended for me. And don't call it my old room, cause it was never mine." From afar, Snow curiously watched their conversation. Based on Emma's body language, she wasn't happy. She turned to Henry.
"So, what's on the agenda today?"
"I'm meeting Johanna at the field in an hour." He answered.
"I take it things went well yesterday?" James asked around a mouthful of eggs.
"Yup." Henry grinned proudly. Emma stomped into view.
"Ah, the next mood phase." Snow instinctively put on water to boil for the hot chocolate. "Graham, Sweetie, you're going to miss the tears."
"Did you just call him Sweetie?" James' eyes bulged.
"I call everyone that." The brunette waved her hand dismissively.
"No, you call me that." Emma said. "Occasionally Dad. You trying to still my man?"
"Why would she do that when she has me?" By now, indignation was written on the king's face, along with mock hurt. Henry laughed. Graham turned a shade of red."
"Huh. Then that must have been Mary Margaret who called everyone that."
"Somebody answer my question." James demanded. At that, chuckles arose from everyone.
"Sweetie, we're joking." Snow pulled him into a hug. "But we seriously need to start planning the baby shower."
"If I argue, will it do anything?" Emma asked.
"No."
"Ugh." She leaned against Graham.
"Now you like me. I'm confused." He stroked her hair.
"It's not about me liking and disliking you. It's about you saying incredibly stupid things."
"How was my suggestion stupid?" Honestly, the huntsman had no idea.
"You don't know? You really can't figure it out?" Emma's voice took on an angry tone. Graham mouthed 'help me' to Snow, who, in part, shrugged ever so slightly. She tugged on James' sleeve.
"I need help making the bed." Not wanting to be there for the impending argument, Henry followed suit.
"We can make a fort!"
"Babe, I think you're over reacting." Graham said while everyone else was retreating.
"I'm not over reacting!"
SORRY THIS WAS SO SHORT. I JUST WANTED TO GET IT UP FOR YOU GUYS. THANKS FOR READING! IF THERE'S ANYTHING YOU WANT TO SEE (CRAVINGS, FUNNY PREGNANCY SCENARIOS/SCENES, HENRY STUFF, SNOWING, ETC.), JUST LET ME KNOW!