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"So… you don't think he'd mind if he got another sibling?" The brunette asked hesitantly.

"What? Regina, are you pregnant?"

"No!" Regina said quickly, flashing Emma a deer in the headlights look for a moment. The last thing she wanted was for the blonde to think that she wanted to replace Henry. "It was just a question, Miss Swan."

"So was mine." Emma snapped. "Look, I'm trying to be nice and I'm really glad you've changed and are happy… but stop giving me heart attacks."

"How would my being pregnant give you a heart attack?" Regina raised an eyebrow. "If I was." She quickly added.

"Just… you know… I mean I know you raised Henry and took care of him since he was three weeks old, but… I still can't picture you with a baby."

"You think I'm a bad mother." The brunette narrowed her eyes.

"No, that's not what I'm trying to say." Emma sighed. "What I mean is, is that before I became pregnant with–" She cut herself off, and before she could speak again, Regina chimed in:

"You already named her." She smiled warmly.

"Not exactly, it's just a name I really like."

"You know, you're just like your mother. I think that in Storybrooke, other than you being the person who would break my curse and Henry's other mother, one of the chief reasons I hated you was because you reminded me so much of her. If I were you, I'd talk to Graham. Your dad was shocked for days when he found out you were a girl –and know, he was ecstatic– but he wasn't too happy Snow named you without his input. Unless, of course, you let Graham name your next child…" Regina said the last sentence teasingly.

"Oh, no. This one's gonna be my last. Don't get me wrong, I love kids, but I think I'll be lucky if I make it through this one. It's kinda the joke of the family; between the four adults in the castle, neither of us has dealt with a baby even though we're all parents. And Henry's gonna be the best big brother. Regina, you should do it. I mean, I wouldn't say soon, cause if I'm having one and then you're having one, things might get a little hectic."

"Relax." Regina chuckled throatily. It was a rich sound, and the first time Emma had heard it. She did a double take.

"You laughed."

"Yes, Dear, people do." There was an unmistakable twinkle in Regina's eye. "I haven't even asked Daniel if he wants kids, but if we decide to, it won't be right away. But… don't you think it would be nice for our children to play together? They'd be like cousins."

"Actually, your kids would be Henry's… uh, let me think. God, my family tree is so freaking complicated. You're my step-grandmother, and therefore Henry's step-great grandmother, but you're also his mother… so they'd be Henry's half-siblings except for the fact that you two aren't biologically related… and they'd also be his great aunts or uncles. Right?"

"As I said, the IQ of a monkey." Regina draped a friendly arm around Emma's shoulders and led her out of the bathroom. They were met with the rest of the Charming Family.

"Uh… is there something I should know about?" Graham asked with a bewildered expression on his face.

"What?" Emma sputtered, jumping out of Regina's half-embrace. "No, no way, not at all. She was… what were you doing?"

"I was being friendly. Friends occasionally do that." Regina deadpanned. "Is there a reason you four look ready to attack?"

"We were just making sure nothing bad happened." James said. "Not that we don't believe you've changed, it's just…" He shrugged.

"You won't take any chances with your daughter. I understand completely." The former queen's gaze fell on Henry. "Hi."

"Hi." The teenager replied.

"You had a growth spurt."

"Yeah. Um, I missed you." He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her. He came up to her shoulders. Regina held on, looking as if she'd never let go.

"See? Expert packrat." James gestured to the carriage, which barely had room for its occupants. He smiled at his wife.

"I have a few talents." She said, lacing their hands together. "So, Emma, when we set up for the baby shower, which is in –oh my Gods, it's in two days!– you're going to have to hide up in your room until I'm done setting up. And you three" her eyes scanned the men, "are going fishing or something."

"But I'm the father!" Graham insisted.

"Yeah, can't Graham stay?" Emma asked, giving her mother the puppy dog eyes.

"Sorry, it's a girls only event." Snow said, looking genuinely apologetic. "Oh, and when I was cleaning the other day, I noticed your wedding gifts. They're unopened."

"I've been busy. You know, with Boston and Henry. And in case you haven't noticed, I'm pregnant."

"I'm just saying, I'd open them." Snow winked.

"What do you know?" Emma asked, turning suspicious.

"I can't tell you."

"No, you can't tease me like that." The blonde argued.

"Snow, she's right. Our daughter's like Curious George." James smirked.

"You're the second person to call me a monkey today!" Emma said with mock indignity.

"Who was the first?" Henry asked.

"Regina. She said I have the IQ of a monkey." Nobody in her family said anything for a moment.

"Well, Sweetheart, you're not the brightest bulb, but you're not the dimmest." Is what Snow finally settled for.

"Aren't you supposed to say I'm the smartest person in the world?" Emma's face was comical. "I mean, that's what all of my foster sibling's parents said to them, and believe me, some of them were total idiots."

"I don't want to lie to you." The brunette said. "Besides, you're a very successful person. Your job just doesn't require you to be Albert Einstein."

"You have street smarts, Emma. So all of your book smarts went there." James smiled lovingly at his daughter, and his eyes shined with pride. A small box fell on Graham's head, effectively ruining the moment.