"You are what?" David asked in shock as he stood up.

"Pregnant," Emma repeated, trying to sound calmer than she actually was. Just after she had said it for the first time she regretted it, after all they probably didn't even know who the father was.

"Are you sure?" he questioned before his wife regained her ability to speak.

"Oh, I'm sure," she replied, a little annoyed by the question. Of course she was sure, what kind of grown woman did he thought she was? "Are you sure of your pregnancy?" She continued turning to her mother, who quickly understood where that question was coming from.

"He didn't mean it like that," Snow tried to explain, giving David a cold glance.

"Sure he didn't," she answered collecting all her plates and standing up. "Thank you for dinner, but I think it's better if I go get some rest," the blonde murmured as left the room, but not before she gave Snow a gentle smile.

David watched his daughter leaving the room with a frown, and then he heard her walking upstairs. "Do you know who the father is?" he asked, sitting in Emma's place.

"When she's ready to tell us who he is, she will." Snow said, trying not to think of the three possibilities that were circulating in her mind. She had to admit, Emma's pregnancy had taking her by surprise. "We should go to bed too; it's been a long day and you look like you could faint at any moment."

As she stood up to take up all the plates on the table, David reached out and took them from her hand. "Why don't you go get ready for bed, I can do this," he gave her a little smile. "Go up, I'll be up in a couple of minutes, don't worry," He assured her before he leaned for a kiss and left the dining room.

Without giving it much thought, Snow walked over to the stairs. It was a good thing that she had insisted on getting a big house for them, otherwise they would be in big trouble with two babies on the way. Once Snow got to the door of her room, she couldn't help to look over to her daughter's room. Now, she knew better than to push her, but that didn't stop her from walking towards her door and knocking.

"Come in," Emma said. "I thought you were David," she murmured, looking at her mother.

"He's downstairs." Snow replied, walking into the room. As usual she had to maneuver around so not to trip over Emma's belongings until she sat on the bed. "So, how far along are you?"

"Eight weeks." she turned to her mother. "What about you?"

"Today I finished my first trimester," Snow answered putting her hand over her womb. "When we found out I was pregnant, your father and I couldn't seem to find a good moment to tell you, so we decided that today was our deadline." Snow tried to explain, embarrassed to talk about their little agreement.

"If it makes you feel better, I made a similar agreement with… well, with the father," Emma said, noticing her mother's embarrassment.

"So, you're not going to tell me who he is?"

"It's not you that I'm worried about, you saw David earlier and we both know that he can get pretty over-protective," Emma explained. It wasn't as if she didn't like a little of that side of her father, and she had to admit, everytime she remembered the punch David gave her baby's daddy, she couldn't help but smile a little at the memory and she knew that even he had laughed at it at least one time.

"I promise not to tell him," Snow said quickly. "Besides, you know the father of both of my kids," She argued with a smile, causing her daughter to grin.

"Fine, but if you say anything to him…"

"I won't," Snow interrupted, sitting on the bed and turning completely to Emma.

"It's Neal's," She murmured, only to hear her mother repeating his name louder. "Snow!" Emma reprimanded, turning her face away from her mother as she leaned against the headboard of her bed.

"Sorry," Snow said. Neal was, by far, the least probable of the fathers she had thought of minutes earlier. As much as she loved her daughter she didn't think of her as the most forgiving person. "I didn't know you two were…"

"That was the point. We didn't want anyone to know, in case things didn't go well, especially Henry." Emma clarified before a quiet knock caught their attention.

"I'm coming," Snow said a little louder. "What about we continue talking tomorrow over breakfast?"

"Okay," Emma replied. "Can you turn off the lights on your way out?" She murmured laying back down.

"Good night, Emma, I love you," Snow said as she completed her daughter's request.

"Good night," Emma answered just as Snow closed the door behind her.

So this is Chapter 2. Thanks for all the kind reviews you left on the previous chapter, they really got me to write faster.

Special thanks to Andi88 who is beta reading this story :)