SORRY FOR THE DELAY IN AN UPDATE. STUPID SUMMER HOMEWORK AND WORK.

Emma went into the nursery first to flip the light switch so that Graham could see where he was going. He was, after all, carrying their precious bundle of joy. The soft glow of the crystal chandelier illuminated the room. The yellow paint was almost dry, and the fumes could no longer be smelt. The dark wood floor was shining since it had only been walked on a few times. A white dresser was off to the left, and the yellow crib was to the right, flush against the wall. A light pink ribbon was threaded through the rails all the way around. Their footsteps echo. Emma says,

"We need to get her some more toys. Or something. It looks so empty in here."

"Well, we were thinking we'd have two months to decorate. Besides," Graham said as he made it to the crib, "I don't think she'll care too much right now."

"No, she won't." Emma agreed, smiling as Graham lowered Giavanna into the crib.

"Should we put a blanket on her? I'm scared she'll strangle herself."

"Me, too." The blonde sighed. "She just looks so… bare."

"Maybe we should put her into long sleeves." Graham said.

"Yeah." Emma nodded. After a moment of looking at each other, he sprang into action, bolting over to the dresser. He opened the top drawer, which held the pajamas. Emma picked up the baby and brought her over to the changing table. "I think Doc already put the diaper on her."

"I love that man." Graham joked. "Do we need to change it?"

"Um…" Awkwardly, she lowered herself a little to smell Giavanna. "I don't think so. And we only have two long sleeved sleepers, right?"

"Yeah, the yellow one with stripes and the pink one that says 'princess'."

"That one was from Ashley." Emma smiled, remembering the matching pink box. It wasn't her color of choice, but she had to admit that Giavanna would look cute in it. "My vote's for yellow."

"I agree." Not bothering to fold up the pink one, Graham shoved it back in the drawer and closed it. He handed the clothing to Emma, and she stared at Giavanna for a few moments.

"So… I think we unsnap the buttons first." She said.

"Right. We can totally do this." He said as Emma unsnapped the buttons. The noise caused the baby to squirm.

"It's okay, Honey. We're just changing you." She said in a soothing voice that took Graham by surprise. He'd never heard her even remotely like that. He supposed that since Henry could understand words, that was a more effective way to communicate rather than the tone of voice, but still… even after nearly a year and a half of melting, his Emma, his ice princess, was still continuing to melt.

"Maybe we should pick her up a little and get the shirt so that it's scrunched up to her chest."

"Yeah, and we can pull it off like we do to us normally." She nodded. Graham reached down and lifted the baby just far enough so that Emma could pull the onesie up. "How come I get the feeling she won't like that?"

"On second thought, let's take her arms out first." They each took one of Giavanna's tiny hands and guided them down through the sleeves. It wasn't that hard since it was short sleeves, but it was still their first time changing their daughter.

"Oky doky." Emma said with a pleased tone to her voice. "I'll pick up her head and you can pull the head hole over?"

"Head hole?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Well, what else are you supposed to call it?" Emma rolled her eyes.

"I'm just messing with you." He smiled. "Ready?"

"Yeah." She shifted her hands under the baby's head.

"On three. One."

"Two."

"Three." They said in unison. In one swift motion, the onesie was officially off. They both breathed a sigh of relief. Until Giavanna started waving her hands and kicking her feet.

"Okay, okay, okay." Emma said quickly. "We'll put clothes back on you."

"Thankfully this one's a zipper." Graham said as he unzipped it down the front, all the way to the right foot. "Now all we need to do is get her to stop kicking long enough to get her legs in and we'll be good."

"Easier said than done. The right one should be easy, but we'll need to kinda shove her left one in." Emma pointed out.

"But no over the head's."

"Right. Well. I'll get her left foot, you get her right?"

"Yup." Graham nodded. Within a few seconds, he was able to get Giavanna's foot into the leg far enough that he could start zipping, which meant that she couldn't move it out. Emma, on the other hand, was having a harder time.

"She's so stubborn." The blonde nearly whined.

"Now you know how Snow feels." He quipped. "Here, let me show you." He took hold of the baby's foot and, after about ten seconds, got it where it was supposed to be."

"How'd you do that?"

"I don't know." He shrugged. "Maybe it's like you and Snow; you fight with her far more than you do with James."

"Well, yeah! She's funner to annoy. She'll jab back, and all James does is look at me with this huge amount of adoration. You, too! I swear, there is something with the men in this family…" She stopped her mini, good-natured rant to gaze down at Giavanna, who was staring back up at her. She said quietly, "Her hair's almost like my dad's. It's so short." She began stroking it.

"Em, it's called peach fuzz. She doesn't really have any yet. And your dad has a buzz cut." Giavanna's eyes started fluttering, but she kept shooting them open.

"Somebody's tired, huh?" Emma cooed, seemingly oblivious to what Graham had said. She scooped up her second pride and joy. "Let's get you to bed." Graham trailed after them, smiling as Emma lowered her into the crib. "Sorry we can't give you a blanket. I don't want you to kill your–" Emma stopped mid-joke. The kid was interfering with her ability to joke about serious subjects. "You could get hurt, and your dad and I don't want that."

"We could give her a stuffed animal, though." Graham suggested, his heart swelling at hearing Emma refer to him as their daughter's father.

"I think that would be okay." As she agreed, he briskly walked to the closet, where he picked up a plush, fuzzy swan from a basket on the floor. Clearly, he had been planning that for a while.

"Graham…" she breathed.

"I got this the day after we found out you were pregnant. I thought about how much I wanted our child to be like you, with maybe a little bit of my adorkableness, and well… I couldn't resist getting it."

"Graham..." Emma repeated, her lashline growing wet.

"So, here, Giavanna." He bent down and tucked the swan between her left arm and her side. "Your mommy and I love you so much."

"So now I'm 'Mommy'?" She laughed.

"Yes, and I'm Daddy." He smiled.

"You're my adorkable husband, aren't you?" She nuzzled him.

"I am."

"I love you so much." She whispered.

"Love you, too Em."

"I don't wanna leave her in here alone tonight." Emma said as she stifled a yawn.

"Honey, we're in the next room and your parents are across the hall. Plus, Doc's gonna be posted outside her door in case there's any mishaps. And…" he poked her nose, "who said she's going to be alone? I fully intend to be parked in that rocking chair all night."

"Graham, you need to sleep, you can't stay up all–"

"Shh." He silenced her protests with a kiss. "I'm going to walk you to our room, and then I'm coming back and watching over her."

"I can walk to our room just…" she was cut off by a yawn. "Fine. You can walk me." He draped an arm around her shoulder. "She's gonna be okay for the few minutes, right?"

"Emma." He stopped mid stride and spun her so that she was facing him. He had an amused look playing in his eyes. "As Doc already proved, she's a feisty little thing. She's not as delicate as you think."

"But she's so small."

"She'll be fine."

"How are you not freaking out about this? Like, between you and my dad, for a while I was thoroughly convinced you two were going to build a moat yourselves, put the crocodiles in, and build a wall around the castle that the Great Wall of China would be scared of. Out of any of us, you two are the ones who are overprotective?"

"I think that's an exaggeration." He chuckled. "But we have no one to fear; Rumplestiltskin's pacified, Regina's happy, and King George is dead. No one has any reason to hurt us anymore." He reasoned. They resumed their walk, silent the rest of the way until they got to the bed. "Goodnight, Em." He said.

"Night. Love you." Emma's voice was sleepy, and her eyelids started drooping once her head hit the soft pillows. He didn't dare kiss her in case it woke her up more than it calmed her. After making sure she was sound asleep (and snoring), he tiptoed back into the nursery, where Giavanna's eyes were still fluttering.

"God, you're so much like your mommy." He whispered. She reached her arms up to him, and he picked her up, holding her close. "I love you so much, you know that?" Giavanna continued to stare into his eyes. Graham couldn't help to imagine what her death glare was going to look like. As he stroked her forehead, one of her little hands grasped his pinky and closed around it with surprising strength for a three pound, hour old baby girl. With her other hand, she stuck her thumb in her mouth.

After the eighth round of 'Go Fish' and his third bowl of macaroni, Henry was pacified. Happy to do their job of keeping Henry out of the way, Regina and Daniel were ready to go.

"You know," Henry said as he handed Regina her coat, "I don't think anyone would mind if you two wanted to live with us. There's a whole three wings to this castle we don't even go in, never mind use."

"Oh, that's sweet, Henry, but we're happy with our cottage." Regina looked at Daniel, who smiled. "That's not to say you aren't welcome whenever you want."

"We'd be glad to have you." Daniel said.

"Thanks." Henry returned the smile. "Mom?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think my sister will cry a lot tonight? Cause if she will, I think I'll sleep down here on the couch tonight."

"I don't know, Henry. It depends. Every baby is different. I do suggest sleeping in your own bed, though. If she gets too noisy, you can move." He seemed to ponder this for a moment before wrapping his arms around Regina.

"Thanks for helping Graham and Emma today. Sometimes, when you get the two of them together, they can be clueless."

"I know." She laughed. "And Henry." She pulled back to look him in the eyes. "You don't have to thank me. I was happy to help. I'm not who I used to be. Besides, she's my step-great-granddaughter. I can't let her grow up with Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb without some guidance."

"Have a good night, guys." Henry said as he opened the door for them.

"You too." She and Daniel said in unison. As he closed the door, Henry smiled; he was officially a big brother.