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"I think I should supervise your father." Snow said. "When he was putting your crib together, he almost broke his thumb." Emma threw her a 'whatever you say' look that made it clear everyone in the room knew why she wanted to be with James. Henry made a gagging sound and took a seat at the counter. Emma still stood, holding her baby girl close.

"Charming?" Snow called.

"Yes, Love?" He replied, smiling up at her from his vantage point on the floor.

"You um, you know that Emma wants the bassinet downstairs, right?"

"Mhm." He said.

"So… do you plan to carry it down the stairs? Cause it might not fit." She said, staring at the various pieces strewn about the floor.

"I thought about that." James said quietly. "It's just… the last time I built something for us was when I put together Emma's crib. And it's kinda… it's emotional." His voice broke, and so did Snow's heart. She knelt down, wrapping him in a tight embrace, her own tears pricking at her eyes. But she held them back. It was their silent agreement, their silent vow and promise: I will be strong when you can't be. So she held him, because he had always been the positive one about all of it. Because he had given her hope and injected light into her life when her cynicism came through. After a few moments, he regained his composure, even chuckling a little. "Just when I think I'm over what happened…" he gestures to himself.

"We have her now." Snow pulled back, staring into his blue eyes, wondering just how many times he'd said those words to her. "That's all that matters." He nodded his silent agreement, then clapped his hands together.

"So! You're right. It might be better to assemble this downstairs."

"Yeah?" She quirked an eyebrow for two reasons. One was to tell him they'd be having another conversation about that later, and the other was her usual way of saying 'I'm right' without actually saying it. "And who's gonna put all the little pieces back in the box?"

"You." He teased, pulling her in for a kiss. "And me. Together."

"Like we always do." She murmured against his cheek.

"Even a damn curse couldn't keep us apart." He said.

"A coma did." She commented.

"What's twenty eight years when you have eternal love?"

"Actually," Emma said from the doorway, arms crossed. "It was thirty three. But you were together as Mary Margaret and David, if you want to count them." Snow and James all but rolled on the floor, away from each other, causing Emma to snicker.

"How long have you been up here?" James stammered.

"I only heard from the curse part on…" she eyed them suspiciously. "I couldn't have you two making out in my one day old daughter's room… or worse. Besides, you were doing that mushy lovey dovey thing again with your stupid words and promises." She fought back a smile. "I had to break it up."

"We're not that bad." Snow practically whined.

"And," Emma said, preparing for her grand finale, "He can't follow instructions. I wanted to make sure it was actually going to be set up downstairs. Which, case in point, he can't follow instructions."

"He's an idiot, Emma." Snow smiled. It was always fun to gang up on her husband with the blonde. "Even after all these years, he still can't do what I tell him."

"According to Regina, we're both idiots." He said. "You know how she used to say, Emma, Henry, and the two idiots."

"Wow." Emma mock-gasped. "I can't believe she didn't lump me in with you two! And she called me by my name."

"I'm actually quite smart." James said as he put the last of the bolts into the box. "I caught your mother plenty of times."

"You have tact, I'll give you that." Snow admitted. "Then again, I hit you with a rock… and pushed you into a river–"

"That was a stream, Snow."

"But you didn't know anything about trolls, Shepard."

"And you didn't know anything about nets, Princess."

"Ohh, you went there!" Snow looked ready to pounce. And this is what Emma got for trying to keep her parents' germs away from her daughter's bedroom. She could tell this might end up a full-out brawl. She knew her parents missed the various adventures they'd had, but geez… she went back downstairs before she became collateral damage. The play bassinet could wait; Henry was content holding his baby sister.

As Emma, Graham, and Henry ate (Giavanna was sitting on Graham's lap… well, propped up), the banging upstairs never ceased.

"Mom?" Henry piped up.

"Yeah, Kid?"

"Are Grams and Gramps, you know… uh..?"

"No!" She said quickly, nearly choking on her pancake. "They're just uh… they got into a disagreement. You know how they are. James teases Snow, and Snow has violent tendencies…"

"I don't have violent tendencies!" Snow argued as she and James ran behind the counter, swords in hand.

"Oh God." Emma put her head in her hands.

"Giavanna's down here." Graham exclaimed. It wasn't that he didn't trust them, he just didn't want one of the first memories his daughter had to be of her grandparents play-fighting.

"We won't hit her." James assured him. "The blades are blunted, anyway. You can't kill someone with them."

"I'm pretty sure I could hit someone on the head hard enough to." Emma muttered. Ignoring her, Snow yelled,

"Don't call me princess again!"

"Well you are." James quipped. Really, the whole situation would have been comical if one of them hadn't given birth less than twenty four hours ago.

"They're like overgrown teenagers." Emma said, throwing her hands in the air. "My parents are overgrown teenagers who happen to be Snow White and Prince Charming." Henry giggled. Graham leaned over to her and whispered,

"Should we break them up?"

"Nah." Emma shook her head. "They'll make out in a few minutes, then Snow'll push him over, declare victory, and gloat for days." Giavanna cooed, watching the scene before her with wide eyes. James hopped on the table. Graham was grateful Regina had cleaned up last night before she left.

"Charming, get off the table!" Snow yelled. Apparently, she was completely oblivious to the baby, not that Giavanna seemed to mind. If anything, she was fascinated by her grandparents.

"Make me." He teased.

"You guys aren't setting a very good example." Emma said. "Giavanna's watching you two, and I think when she's old enough to walk she's gonna tackle Hen–" Bang! There went the chair as James hopped off the table and onto it. As Emma predicted, Snow took advantage of his momentary unsteadiness and pinned him against the wall, knocking a picture off in the process. It crashed to the ground, and the glass frame shattered. She then pressed her lips against his.

"I win." She whispered as he dropped his sword. Graham looked down at Giavanna.

"Okay, guys, there are children present. One of them's yours." Emma rolled her eyes. Snow pulled away from her husband with a smirk. Henry glanced around the few rooms he could see from his spot on the stool. The living room had a few things knocked over, but the kitchen was a mess, except for the little counter island that he, Graham, Emma, and Giavanna were sitting at.

"You destroyed two rooms over name calling?" Henry asked, raising an eyebrow much like Regina did.

"He called me 'princess'." Snow pouted.

"But you're a queen." Henry pointed out.

"Yes, but I used to be a princess."

"You weren't that helpless." Graham said through a mouthful of pancake. "She took me down long enough to write Regina a letter. And that was without any formal training."

"I never had any formal training." The brunette replied as she plucked a pancake off of the stack. Graham always tended to overcook. Emma handed her the syrup.

"No." The blonde shook her head in disbelief. "I've seen some of the things you can do. You don't teach that to yourself."

"Well I did."

"I still can't believe the man who was supposed to kill you is now your daughter's husband and father of one of your grandchildren." Emma said after a moment. "And to think of Graham as a killer… I can't."

"That's because I'm not." Graham kissed her on the cheek as he walked by, collecting her and Henry's plates. "And I only agreed to kill her because Regina promised me the wolves would be protected." Emma hummed her response.

"It's good, though." Henry said. "It all worked out. Now you have your heart back, and I have a dad. And a sister."

"A sister I'm worried about." Emma said. "She hasn't cried since she popped out. Even with all of the commotion and noise you two caused." In hindsight, Snow and James did agree that they had acted childishly.

"Maybe she's like her mom and grandma." James said, helping himself to a mountain of pancakes. He figured they were just going to throw them away. "Besides, you didn't cry when I brought you to the wardrobe. And there were people stabbing me and yelling and trying to stab you, too."

"I trusted you." She shrugged. "Not to let me get hurt."

"And you didn't. James smiled proudly. "Not a scratch. You were the most precious thing. You still are." Emma dipped her head, hiding her face behind a curtain of hair. Compliments still occasionally made her blush, and she didn't like it, cause then they continued on and on with the compliments. From her lap, Giavanna hit Emma in the stomach.

"Oh, not there, Honey. Mommy's still sore." The blonde looked down at her daughter. The baby seemed content to have the attention back on her. "She's gonna be a troublemaker, I can tell. All she wants is attention."

"She's only a day old, give her time." Snow assured her. She then sniffed. "Does something smell funny?"

"Oh wait, maybe she didn't want attention." Emma widened her eyes. "I think it's time for your first diaper change. C'mon, Graham, you're helping me." Graham shot James a 'save me' look, but the older man only laughed. Once he and Emma were out of earshot, he said,

"You know, this is kind of funny, watching them try to navigate new parenthood."

"They'll be the ones helping us with ours, when we do have him or her."

"So my aunt or uncle's gonna be younger than me!" Henry exclaimed excitedly.

"I guess so." Snow smiled.