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*ONE MONTH LATER*

Henry was sitting on the floor with Giavanna in his lap. Her hair was growing in, and it looked as if it would be brown and curly. Emma was beginning to think Graham should go into the predicting what your baby will look like profession. He had nailed down theirs to a tee. She was also a bit bigger than when she was born, already up to 4 pounds, 6 ounces.

"Mom, she's squirming again!" Henry yelled frantically.

"She's a month old, it's not like she can get very far." Emma called back, sticking her head through the kitchen doorway to make sure he didn't have a real reason to panic. Sure enough, he didn't; Giavanna was just… doing something. This weird thing where she'd squirm. Doc had assured them it was completely normal, to which Emma would reply 'she's still supposed to be in my freaking stomach, so why the Hell is she moving', and Doc would shrug. It would seem that their daughter was a mystery inside of a mystery.

Graham jogged down the stairs, clad in a grey hoodie, his hair still damp from the shower.

"Hey, Kid." He smiled.

"Can you take her? I don't want to hurt her." Henry looked up at him.

"Yeah sure." Instead of heading straight to the kitchen to make lunch, like he had planned, he made a pit stop in the living room to pick up his daughter. "Hi, Giavanna!" He cooed, nuzzling his nose against hers. She gurgled. "Want to go see what Mommy's doing?"

"Mommy," Emma emphasized the word, "is doing research to make sure we don't screw her up."

"Oh, come on, Em, I thought we got past this." Graham sat down in the chair next to her, the baby perched on his lap.

"I just want to know what to expect her to do, and when. That's all." The blonde explained, her eyes flicking from the screen to his face briefly.

"I like your hair." He commented. And it was true. He'd never seen it half up, half down, and relatively straight.

"Thanks." She replied, but never took her gaze away from the screen. He could feel the tension radiating from her, so he got up and put Giavanna in the play bassinet. He went back over to Emma and began massaging her shoulders.

"What's the matter, Babe?" He whispered into her ear.

"Nothing, I'm just tired. Didn't sleep good last night."

"Em…" He pressed, resuming his seat on the stool so their eyes were level.

"You were sleeping, but she started screaming, and…" The blonde sighed, scrubbing at her face. "And I'm worried, because she never cries, and what if something's wrong with her or she can… sense something bad's going to happen. I know it's stupid…" She sighed again.

"Hey, no it's not." He cupped her cheek in his hand. "You're her mother, you two have a special connection. If you think something's off, we'll check it out." Emma looked over at Giavanna, who was wriggling around.

"She looks okay." She said, frowning a little. "But maybe Doc could check her…"

"Sure thing." Graham placed a kiss to the top of her head. "Hey, Henry!"

"Yeah?" He barreled into the kitchen.

"Can you find Doc for us?"

"Yup." Henry popped the 'P', and took off in a run to find the dwarf.

"She's fine, Emma." Doc assured the blonde for what felt like the hundredth time. Not that he minded giving Giavanna check-ups every day, but he was beginning to worry about Emma's mental state –the constant worrying couldn't be a good thing.

"But she started wailing last night." Emma reiterated. "And she doesn't cry." Doc looked down at the baby in his arms.

"All I can tell you is that medically, there's nothing wrong with her.

"Can I hold her?" Henry butted in, reaching for his baby sister.

"Here you go." Doc smiled, putting the baby in his arms. Giavanna looked up at Henry's face.

"Mom, she's staring again."

"Babies like faces." The blonde shrugged, then turned her attention back to Doc. "So how do you explain her… fit last night?"

"Maybe a bird flew into the window and startled her. It could be any number of things, but if you're worried about someone trying to take her, I wouldn't be. Your family has no known enemies."

"Exactly, known." At this, Doc sighed. The woman could be impossible at times.

"Emma…" Graham pulled her into an embrace from behind. "The only people who ever wanted to hurt us were Regina and King George. George is dead, and Regina's… well, she's okay now."

"Gold."

"He has Belle and his son, he's okay now, too. Besides, look at Giavanna now; she's making faces at Henry. See, she's not worried."

"He's right, Emma." Doc rested a hand on her shoulder. "You have no reason to be uneasy." He picked up his briefcase. "I have to go see someone in the village, but I'll be back in a few hours if you want me to check her again."

"Okay, thanks." The blonde smiled. Graham nodded his farewell and with that, the dwarf was out the front door.

"Giavanna!" Henry nearly squealed. Graham and Emma spun around to face their children. "She kicked me."

"I don't think she meant to, Honey." Emma said quietly, happily accepting the baby. She bounced her up and down a little. "She was probably just trying to get more comfortable."

"She's a violent little thing." Henry continued, but smiling. "I can't believe I get to call her my sister."

"And I'm still not used to saying 'kids' and 'children'."

"Me either." Graham agreed, stroking the baby's peach fuzz."

"So… where're we at with giving me a brother?"

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