I JUST WANT TO SAY THAT I'M AS EAGER AS I'M SURE ALL OF YOU ARE FOR EMMA'S BABY TO BE BORN. I REALLY CAN'T WAIT TO WRITE ALL OF THE DADDY!GRAHAM SCENES THERE WILL BE AND ALL THAT GOODNESS. ALL I CAN SAY IS 'BE PATIENT', CAUSE IT'S COMING.

I DON'T OWN IT.

Red smirked, "who's the lucky godmother and godfather?"

"Uh, we haven't really talked about it…" The blonde exchanged a glance with Graham.

"But we might have an idea."

"We do?"

"Emma." They had a silent eye conversation, causing Regina to scoff.

"More like her mother every day…"

"I agree, that's creepy." Emma said. "I guess we do have an idea… wait, you want me to decide?" So much for silent.

"Dear Gods, you are clueless." Red said. "We all know you'll get what you want anyway, Emma."

"But she's Graham's daughter, too, he gets a say."

"My say is your say."

"In five months, remember those words please." With that, Emma angled her body to readdress the room. All eyes on her once again, she clammed up, stuttering as she said, "If you want to, um… Regina, but I total understand if, you know, you don't want to cause of the whole family feud thing and–"

"Really, me?" The brunette's face lit up.

"Well, we already share Henry and… you know, you didn't screw him up."

"I'd love to. If your parents are okay with it."

"We're happy to add you to the family in another way." James smiled. Getting all the conformation she needed, Regina bolted to Emma and hugged her.

"Thank you." She whispered.

"Who's the godfather?" Red asked impatiently.

"August." Emma answered, giving Graham a quick confirmation glance. He nodded.

"Speaking of which, why isn't he here?" Snow wondered aloud.

"I don't remember. Something about Gepetto needing him to… I don't know." Emma frowned. "That sneaky, smug little bastard… Mom, what's he planning?"

"I wish I knew." Mother and daughter's expressions were the same: eyebrows knit together in confusion, eyes narrowed in both thought and irritation. Everybody was so wrapped up in their own thoughts that no one noticed Henry's small smirk. The teenager looked through the back windows of the castle, his eyes meeting August's. Suddenly, August bounded into the castle through the back door with,

"Hey, everyone!" Emma's reaction was comical. From her perch on the arm of the couch, she nearly toppled over in surprise.

"What the Hell!"

"I guess I should've said 'surprise'." The black-haired-man shrugged. "Nice to see you, too, Em."

"I repeat: What. The. Hell?"

"You see, Henry and I have been planning a little surprise for you, haven't we, Kid?" August started off vaguely.

"Yup." Henry replied, quite impressed with himself. It was a character trait he got from his adoptive mother. "But it's outside, so you have to come out to see it."

"Kid, I can't keep getting off the couch every few moments." The blonde groaned.

"That's what husbands are for." Snow winked.

"Come on, Mom! It's awesome. I know you'll love it." Henry pleaded.

"I never said I wasn't coming. I was implying it would take me a couple tries." Emma grunted as she pushed herself halfway off the couch and fell backwards. Hiding a grin, Graham offered her a hand. "I am perfectly capable of getting up on my own." The second try proved to be the charm. "See?"

"Yeah, I see." The father-to-be said with an amused smile. "Let's go check out what Henry made."

"And me!" August cried indignantly.

"Yeah, yeah, all I care about is what my kid did." Despite her words, Emma through a friendly smile to August.

"He's half mine, too!" Regina reminded everyone.

"But you're not giving him a little sister right now, are you?" The blonde waggled her eyebrows playfully. "So technically, he did this for me and his sister. And Graham. So doesn't that mean he's my kid at the moment?"

"And Daniel's and his biological father's." Snow pointed out as the group slowly made their way to the backyard.

"So, what… we each get a fifth of Henry?" Emma rolled her eyes. "Regina, his bio dad's not even in the picture… and no offense, but Daniel doesn't really have anything to do with him, so we each get a third."

"Thanks." Daniel commented dryly.

"Look, I said no offense." Emma put her hands up in mock-surrender.

"Guys, shush!" Henry said. "Look." He pointed to a beautiful crib. The light brown wood was vibrant in the late afternoon sunlight, and its intricate carvings astounded everyone.

"Wow." Emma breathed. "Henry, August, it's beautiful. Thank you." Without really thinking about it, she pulled her son into a bone crushing hug. Henry smiled.

"I can feel her, Mom. I mean, I guess, I can feel the bump, but…" Graham wrapped his arms around the two and ruffled the boy's hair.

"Thank you, Henry. And August. It's amazing." Graham said, eyeing the crib.

"Wow." Emma said again, causing Snow to smile. Sometimes, her daughter could still act like a little girl.

"We left it blank above where her head will be cause we wanna carve her name into it." Henry explained. At this, Graham threw a look to Emma and winked.

"I'm not telling anyone her name." The blonde declared. "But when she's born, then you two can carve it, okay?" She pulled Henry in for another hug and whispered, "I love you, Kid."

"Love you too, Mom." The teenager replied. Daniel casually draped an arm around Regina, and she leaned into his embrace. "I'm getting squished." Henry choked out.

"Sorry!" Emma exclaimed, immediately releasing her son and offering him a small smile.

"It's okay." Henry chuckled. "Grams, can we have the cake now?"

"You just ate lasagna." Regina answered instead of Snow. "How about you wait a few minutes? You could get sick."

"I suppose he could have been talking to you…" Emma muttered under her breath. "Considering you're his step-grandmother."

"But Grandma said after Emma and Graham opened the presents, then we could. And they opened everything." Henry said, ignoring his blonde mother's remark.

"I did say that, Henry." Snow nodded. "I can get you your cake and if anyone else wants some now, they're welcome to have some."

"Me!" Emma exclaimed, abandoning Graham's hand at the prospect of cake. "C'mon, Kid, let's go. You'll be happier if I cut it."

"Hey! Emma, not too big of pieces! You'll get sick!" The brunette called after her daughter. Emma skidded to a stop just after the doorway and poked her head through,

"I just got over puking for four months straight. I'm pretty sure one more time isn't gonna matter." With that, the blonde dragged her son into the kitchen. Snow shook her head, amused at her daughter's antics.

"I'll go supervise." Regina sighed, leading Daniel to where Emma and Henry disappeared to.

"Mom!" Emma yelled from the kitchen in a sing song voice. A smile graced Snow's lips. "Where's the cake?"

"I'm coming!" The brunette yelled back. James and everyone else followed her. "I had to put it where you couldn't get into it." She explained to her daughter.

"I'm not five." Emma huffed, crossing her arms. She watched in awe as her mother pulled out a secret drawer, revealing the huge cake. "Jesus…"

"Don't say that." James said without thinking. He attributed it to his paternal instinct.

"How long did it take you to make?"

"Getting it in and out of the oven was the hard part." Snow pondered the question. "Henry and I had to come up with some creative ways for it to fit."

"He used the oven!?"

"Relax, Emma." Regina smirked. "He did plenty of times with me. He's nearly sixteen, remember?"

"Shut up. I want cake." The blonde grumbled.

"Then cake you shall have." James smiled.

Later that night, Emma laid sprawled across the bed.

"Em?" Graham called out quietly.

"I ate too much cake." She groaned.

"On your third I was going to say it was maybe a little overboard, but…"

"It was just so good." She said. "Chocolate with chocolate frosting and pink binkies… Our kids have the best grandparents in the world."

"They do." Graham agreed, sitting on the bed next to her. "And this one's not even born yet."

"I love you." Emma said, yanking him down onto his back. She then placed a tender kiss to his lips.

"Love you, too." He whispered.