Emma was having a surprisingly good pregnancy. Two weeks after the Christmas party and she didn't even have morning sickness. "Is it always like this doc?" Emma asked.

"Like what?" The man asked while setting up for the ultrasound. Gold had been all but jumping up and down in excitement when he was told they would be getting their first glimpse of the kid at the appointment, and that was only because his leg would have taken ample revenge for the miss treatment.

Sadly a small burglary had made Emma miss her eight week in appointment. Who knew twenty people could see the same thing and yet all of them be so unhelpful.

"I'm one week into my second trimester, and other then the overwhelming urge to eat constantly; there is none of the usual problems. No morning sickness, no urge to throw up at all this whole time really. No headaches, nausea, I'm not completely tired, not even violent mood swings, all I've done so far is eat a box of Oreos, a few raw potatoes, and a steak with mayo and tartar sauce."

"I almost cried at the horrible sight." Gold said.

"Well, it is possible your memories are worse. I'm guessing prison wasn't the most accommodating to your needs in general, plus the first baby is always the worst, medially speaking. Now your body is going back to the way it once was, instead of it being entirely new." The doc said smiling.

"But that was ten years ago."

"Ever heard the saying it's like riding a bike?"

"Yes."

"That's because it's the same concept, mussel memory, if you wanted for it to be the exact same, God only knows why, I'd have to surgically remove almost every bit of mussel from your lower body, and if that ever happened, you'd have much bigger problems then unpleasant birth." He said turning toward Emma. "Starting with no bladder or bowl control." He said laughing.

"What about the other things?"

"Other things?"

"My boobs are way more sensitive than last time and I've got a bigger bump then last time."

"I'm going to go out on a limb and guess you didn't have a husband who might be enjoying certain bed time activities in prison, at least I hope not."

"No." Emma said, turning a little red.

"Well, that is probably the reason. And as for weight gain, once again your needs are being met better, that includes eating you ever increasing weight in junk food." The doc got a death glare from Emma. "What, I've seen you six times at the bakery in half as many days this week."

Emma just blushed. "And you didn't bring me anything, Emma, shame shame." Gold said disapprovingly.

"I tried, but the doughnuts kept forcing me to eat them, I swear they were begging me."

"I'll punish you latter." Gold said with a smile.

"Yes yes, now who wants to see a baby?" Doc got a look of 'do you have to ask' from both of them. "Well then, now Emma, I assume you know the drill." Emma nodded, so doc began to apply the gel. "So, any preferences?"

"Healthy." Gold said.

"Well, that's certainly not a bad goal, any hopes on gender, who the little one will look like more."

"I'm hoping if it's a girl it won't take after Emma, the amount of guns and ammo I'd need would put the mob to shame."

"And if it's a boy it can't look like Gold, we'd be grandparents by his 15th birthday with all the girls that would be following him around."

"Well then, we can find out in a few weeks but for now." The doc began gliding the Wand over Emma's stomach. After a few seconds he stopped. "Do you see that ball about the size of a peach?"

"Yes." They both said.

"Allow me to be the first to introduce you to your child." Doc said smiling.

He kept moving the wand around. "You know, even now we can her a heart beat, the little one even has finger prints."

"Can we lessen to the heart beat?" Emma asked.

"Sure, just let…" Then the doctor's brows raised. And he began to move the wand around as he looked at the screen carefully.

"What is it?" Gold said instantly concerned.

"I'm not sure, might be nothing, or something big."

"What?"

"Believe me, you don't want to know until I'm certain. I'll be right back." He put the wand down and ran as fast as he could.

Five minutes later he came back with another machine. He then hooked it up and began to use the ultrasound again.

After a few minutes, he stopped and the new machine printed out a piece of paper. He then rewound the tape.*

A tape. A pre-DVD device, it contained a roll of film, a silver made tape like object that would when exposed to light for less than a second retain the opposite color of a video. A T.V. would then translate it into its true color.

This object had to be rewound. Meaning after watching a movie or show, you had to press the rewind button (hence the name) and wait for all the film to go back to the beginning, this presses could take several minuets depending on the VCR's speed.

A VCR was the machine that plays the tape, like a DVD player. They could also be used to record a show like a DVR (Note the similar names). A tape could be recorded over an old recording again and again. It was also used in old ultrasound machines to record the ultrasound.

"Ok, this." He said pointing at the screen. "Is defiantly your baby. This." His hand moved. "Could be a shadow or something, as could this." He pointed to another place. "But when I moved the wand." He hit play on the tape. "They do not go away. Now this other machine I brought in is designed to graph sound. Now if we look at it, we can see that it is picking up many sounds." He then pointed to different things. "Your breathing, digestion, and heart beat. Now this is the heart beat of your child."

The child's heart beat looked odd, it was almost solid red, like a needle on a spectrometer went up and down as fast as possible. "There is three explanations for this. One, the equipment is bad. Two, your child has a heartbeat of about 200 a minute, which would kill any living person. Or three." The doc looked hesitant.

"What is it doc?" Gold said, obviously trying to remain calm.

"Please remember that it is very possible I could be wrong, it might be something as simple as an echo or bad equipment. But everything seems to point to the fact that you're not having a baby." He said, taking a breath. "Gold, you may want to lie down."

"Why?" Gold said now angry.

"Your wife may be having triplets."

Suddenly Gold thought maybe lying down would be wise.

I know it's short, but it's such an important chapter I thought it had to stand alone.

Don't worry; I'm starting to type up chap 14 as soon as I get this published.

Thank you Winters-Dawn1221, Skyeward MusicLover, lozzy035, Twyla Mercedes, and Guest.

Now, I asked this on Rumpelstiltskin's Strangest Deal, and so I'm going to ask here to.

And as a final note, in a long time from now, I was thinking of doing my first, and maybe the only ever done WickedGold story (Zelena x Gold in case I just came up with that ship name). What do you think about that. Please note that would be a long time from now as I want to focus on this and Rumpelstiltskin's Strangest Deal.

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