4.

"Hey, come here," Oliver called from his bed. He was draped over the edge, digging in a box hidden underneath.

Grace watched the boy from the doorway of his bedroom. "What are you doing, exactly?"

"I have something for you, if I can find the damn thing," he mumbled.

"Language, Oliver, I heard that!" Regina called from the bottom of the stairs.

"Of course she did," he mumbled under his breath before calling out a "sorry, Mom."

"What is it?"

"You will see, just hang on would you?"

Grace came to be seated on the opposite side of his bed. She waited another few minutes filled with grunts and sighs before the boy shot back up onto the bed.

"Found it," he smiled as he handed her a little white box.

"What is it?" she asked again, shaking the box against her ear.

"Just open it," he laughed as he rolled off the bed and tiptoed over to the old stereo that was sitting on a shelf across the room. Within a few seconds, the soft sound of violins came from the speakers.

"Oh come on Ollie, who listens to classical music?"

"Um, I do," he said, turning to face the bed. "Why do you think I am so calm all the time?"

"I thought you were just non-confrontational."

Oliver scoffed as he pointed to his swollen eye, "does this look like a lack of confrontation to you?"

Grace laughed and looked down at the box she had just opened. In her palm, there was a silver chain with a charm on it, in the shape of a fairy in mid flight. Her mouth was wide as she stared at it.

"Well?" he asked as he made his way over to her.

"What the hell, man?"

"What?" he smiled.

"Why would you buy me some shit like this? How much did you pay for this?"

"None ya," he smiled wider, "you dig?"

"Uh, yea. This is beautiful," she said as she pulled the necklace form the box.

Oliver took the chain from her fingers and unclasped it. "Not as beautiful as you are," he whispered, half hoping she didn't hear him.

She did. Grace was silent as she stared at the boy standing between her knees. She willed her face to stay pale as she watched him kneel down to her level.

"Here," he said as he leaned forward to put her new necklace around her thin neck.

"Thank you," she whispered, half choking on her words.

"No need," he said, sitting back on his heels.

She looked down at his eye. "I really am sorry about blacking your eye."

"Well, it hurts and you're so mean to me," he teased.

"Oh shut up, you big baby," she laughed as he leaned down and kissed the boy's bruise.

As her lips made contact with his skin, Oliver's face went slack. He stared at her grinning mouth as she pulled away from him.

As she sat up on the edge of his bed, she looked into his eyes. Something had changed in the past few moments. The music played softly in her ears but she could barely hear it. She felt as though she may have been dreaming. The longer they stared at each other, the more her smile faded.

"What is it?" she asked, slightly concerned.

Oliver just smiled as he got to his feet.

"Seriously?"

"It is a secret," he said as he poked his head out the of his bedroom door and strained his ears for any sounds of people near the stairs.

"Oh whatever, you suck so hard at keeping secrets."

Slowly, Oliver shut his door and turned back to Grace. "I kept that a secret now didn't I?"

"How long did you have this?"

"Like a week," he smiled.

"That is hardly a secret, Ollie," she laughed.

He made his way back to where Grace was sitting. Taking a deep breath, he kneeled back down in front of her.

"Now what are you doing?" she asked as she stared down at him.

"I said it was a secret," he whispered.

Grace could see that his face was getting red but she didn't have time to question why. She smiled down at him. "Seriously, what are you…" her words strayed off as she watched him slowly straighten up. Gazing down into his darkening eyes, she could feel his warm breath on her face.

"Oliver, I…" she stared, trying to form words of protest.

Something about the way he looked from her eyes to her lips sent a chill through her body. "I-I"

A soft moan crept up her throat as Oliver pressed his lips to hers. The warmth of it went straight through her body. Unintentionally, she leaned forward, pushing her chest to his as he wrapped his strong arms around her stomach. She brushed her fingers across the smooth skin of his jaw-line before resting her arms on his shoulders.

"Oh no," she sighed as she broke their kiss.

"What?"

"This is going to be a problem," she laughed before kissing him again.

#

Downstairs, Emma and Regina sat on the large couch in front of the fireplace while Robin sat in his usual recliner off to the side.

"Did you lovely ladies want to grill out tonight?"

Regina looked over the top of the book that she had been reading. "What?"

"Do you want to grill out tonight? I mean, it's Saturday, lets invite people over."

Regina looked over at Emma who was hunched over the table in front of her, flipping through pages of highlighted notes, "What do you think?"

Without looking up from her work, Emma nodded. "Lets do it. I'll call Killian, I could use a beer."

"Bonfire?"

"Sounds perfect," Emma said while throwing down the packet she has just finished going over. "I am done being an adult for the day."

Regina marked her page, closed her book and slid it down onto the table beside her. "How many people are we expecting?"

"Well, Ruby is supposed to be coming anyway but I'll call Killi and Belle, Gold and whoever else you want over."

"I will see if Roland and Ella are busy tonight," Regina said as if she were convincing herself that it was actually what she should do.

"That is a great idea, better see it David and Mary Margret want to come too," Robin added.

"Oh," Emma jumped. "Invite your new girl and her duder too, they may enjoy it."

"I can do that," Regina nodded.

The blonde stood up to get her phone. As she stepped away from the couch, she was met with a scream that caused her to jump back. She looked down and realized that she has accidentally stepped on the dog. He looked up at her as if he were offended by her presence alone.

"I'm sorry Dodger," she said softy, bending down to rub the grey hair on his chin. He took her scratching him as a treat and laid back down while Emma proceeded to search for her phone.

As the day went on, people randomly showed up to the family's home. A small group chatted amongst themselves in the backyard as Robin tended to the grill.

Ruby and Killian came through the front door and met Emma in the kitchen.

"Ey, where is Oliver at? I want to see that eye of his," Killian said, looking through the glass door that leads to the back yard.

"Him and Grace are in his room, I'll go get him in a second," Emma said as she stacked cans into the refrigerator.

Killian looked between Ruby and the blonde. "Don't you worry about them being alone?"

"Honestly," Emma started. "I don't see them being alone as a problem."

"Wanting a grandchild?"

"I um… well, no… but," the blonde started laughing.

"What?"

"Well," Ruby scrunched her face up, "I think maybe our boy may be a little too much like his father."

"Oliver? You think Oliver is gay?" Killian could not contain himself. He starting laughing uncontrollably.

"What is so funny?" Emma closed the door and stood up.

"He is far from gay, lass."

"How would you know that?"

"I have talked to the boy, he talks to me about, ya know, man stuff," he smiled.

"Whatever you say," Emma said as she shook her head. "I'll go get him, regardless."

As Emma snuck up the stairs to the boy's room, she could hear music playing quietly behind the door. As she cracked the door open, she could see that the teens were lying in Oliver's bed. Upon further inspection, it became apparent that they were cuddled up to each other. Grace was lying on her side facing the boy, her head on his chest and his arm was around her shoulder.

"Hey," she called out to them.

They were sound asleep. While she had the chance, Emma snapped a picture of them on her phone before she crept into his room. She walked over to where Oliver was laying closest to the edge. Gently, she shook the boy.

"Hmm?" he mumbled at the contact.

"There is a party downstairs and you two sleepy babies are missing it," she said as she shook him a bit more.

Grace opened her eyes and jumped off of the boy and the bed all together when she saw Emma looking at her. The quick reaction made the blonde stare at the girl even more. "Are you okay?"

"Uh, yea," Grace mumbled, flatting her hair with shaking hands. "Scared me is all."

"Uh huh," she smirked. "Well, I'm sorry. I just wanted to tell you that we are grilling out downstairs and there are all kinds of people chilling out back." Emma moved to the door. "We will be lighting the fire pit in an hour or so probably."

"Okay cool," Grace said coolly, "I suppose we will be down in a second."

Looking back and forth between the two, Emma grinned. "You better be."

#

"Well?" Killian asked, grinning sideways as the blonde showed up in the doorway.

Phone in hand, Emma approached the spot where Ruby and the man were casually standing. "I, well," Emma tried before finishing with a sigh as she flashed the picture she had taken at the pair.

After careful study, Ruby smiled, "look how cute they are!"

Emma shook her head, "if you had seen how fast she jumped from that bed, you would have died laughing."

"You don't think?" Ruby stared from the blonde to Killian who was still grinning, arms crossed.

"I told you, Lass. Not gay."

"Oh shit," Ruby sighed.

"Well, I guess its time for a talk and monitored hang out time," Emma said softly, pushing her hair from her face.

Taking a step forward, Killian seemed a bit more worried than the mothers did. "Now, lets not start accusing anyone here, we don't want them to feel bad for having feelings, you know?" His voice was calm, soft even.

The women looked at the man, their facial expressions almost matching, in a confused and slightly disgusted kind of way.

"What?" He shrugged, looking defensive. "They are at a fragile age and young people actually have feelings, remember that. They don't look for physical attractiveness when they fall in love, they aren't just looking for a piece of ass. Its that rare time of their lives where feelings and connections are real. We should let them find themselves through each other."

The women just stared at him.

"Do you not remember your first love, Emma?" he asked softly.

She rolled her eyes so hard it physically pained her. "Yea, I do."

"Aside from the heartache that came at the end, what do you remember? The feelings involved in realizing what love was for the first time?"

She parted her lips to protest but as his words set in, she realized that he was on to something. She stared at him for a moment, her green eyes focused on his face. "Shit," she mumbled before looking away. "We still need to make sure they know what to do in regards to safety and all that nastiness."

"And that you should," he nodded.

Ruby patted Emma on the shoulder before she walked around her, headed in the direction of the beverages. Turning around, arms fanned out like wings, she called back "We might as well let them live their lives, I mean, its not like we aren't already family."

For a split second, Emma smiled. That smile quickly turned to a scowl. "Oh, gross."

#

As the sun drifted down over the yard full of chatting, happy people, the bonfire was lit. Slowly at first, the flames drew people to its light and warmth. Within a few minutes, just about everyone had pulled up a seat around the pit.

Emma sat at Regina's side, sipping on a beer, as her lady spoke loudly of the new book she had started the day before to Ruby, who was obviously entranced by the thought of a sexy werewolf woman luring men to her den. Across the pit, Robin stood by the grill with Killian, Roland, and Neal by his side. They talked quietly amongst themselves, ignoring Regina's very loud and slightly intoxicated ranting.

Behind the gaggle of people, the glass door to the yard popped open. A red haired woman poked her head through the gap. "Is it okay that we are late?" the woman squeaked.

Spinning around, Emma was met with the ever so awkward look on Anna's face. Laughing, the blonde got to her feet. "Everyone," she called, silencing the group. "This is Anna and…" she waved her hand to the giant of a man that stood by the newcomer.

"Kristoff," he smiled, giving a half hearted wave before shoving his hands into the pockets of his faded but still quite tight, jeans.

As Regina and Ruby stood to greet the new couple, Killian looked over to Robin. "That is one large bloke," he whispered.

Robin, however, was too busy staring to hear what his friend had said.

"Aye," Killian huffed, elbowing him. "What are ya doing, mate?"

"I- um," Robin started, his eyes were fixed on the outlines of the muscles hiding under a strained black tee-shirt. Shaking his head, he turned back to his pose'. "That is one hell of a man."

Neal and Roland laughed at Killian's over dramatic response. He stuck his tongue out and acted like he was going to be sick. "Can you not?" he pleaded. "That man is taken."

"Oh lord, Jesus, he could take me," Robin sighed, swooning over the shaggy haired blonde man who just so happened to be making his way over to the guys.

"Oh for fuck sake Robin," Killian wailed, "pull yourself together, mate," he said before pushing the man.

Robin stumbled forward in his tipsy state, he was caught by two, rather large hands. "Hello there," Kristoff smiled down on Robin. "You all have these kinds of get-togethers often?" he asked, looking around at the welcoming faces before him.

There were no words, Robin just stared up into the man's friendly, blue eyes.

"Aye, mate, we do this at least once a week," Killian said firmly while taking Robin's shoulders and pulling him backwards. "Killian," he said, extending his hand to the man.

"Its good to meet you," Kristoff smiled. His eyes fell, noticeably, to the wrapped nub on Killian's other arm.

"Lost it a few weeks ago on a ship accident," he said, smiling awkwardly as he held up his handless arm.

"A ship? Like a boat?" Kristoff asked, innocently.

"No boy, like a bloody ship. A boat has a little spinny engine or paddles for rowing. She has sails, she was a ship!" His voiced boomed through the air as if it were a weapon.

"Easy Killi," Neal said softly, putting his arm around the huffing man. "You'll have to excuse him, he is still sensitive," Neal chuckled, patting the man's chest.

"Sensitive? Women are sensitive and I am no woman!"

"Oh stop it," Robin intervened, when he was finally back to his senses. "You are allowed to be a man and be sensitive."

Kristoff stood in the middle of the mess that was the bickering men. His eyes darted from one face to the next as he began to back up slowly, sensing the rising tension.

"Aye, that's easy for you to say you big lily," Killian hissed, no longer playing around.

Roland slid his tall, lanky self in between Robin and Killian when he saw the vein in Robin's temple start to rise. "Easy now," he said calmly. "There is no need for this."

"I'm a lily, am I?!" Robin squealed as he took a step closer to the now restrained offender.

Killian puffed is chest out and touched his face, mimicking Robin's breakdown from moments ago. "Oh, he is so sexy, he could take me any time, you're a bloody lily!" he yelled clearly, for the whole yard to hear.

At that, they had Emma's attention. From across the yard, she turned to face the group. Neal had Killian by the chest, holding his back and Robin stood a few feet from the man, with Roland's hands hard against his shoulders. "Oh what the hell," Emma huffed before setting off in their direction with Regina and Rumple on her tail. Mary Margret and David had just come into the yard as Ruby and Belle kept a visibly startled Anna by the door and Oliver and Grace appeared in the junction. "What's going on?" Oliver whispered as he watched his mothers marching across the yard.

"Oh, you know, your dad is about to get his ass kicked," Ruby said, nonchalantly.

Oliver stepped out the door, going to his father's aid before both Grace and Ruby grabbed him. "No way, boy," Ruby mumbled, "do you want a second black eye?"

She looked up, her had still on Oliver's stomach, keeping him away from the mess. They were just in time to see Robin spin around, losing Roland's hands long enough to take a swing at Killian, who saw it coming and ducked down. Robin's tightly balled fist came in slow motion to Neal's cheek bone, sending an instant wave of rage through the normally peaceful man. Before he knew it, Neal was in the air over-top of Killian, swinging wildly at his aggressor, making contact a few good, solid times.

"Are you kidding me?!" Emma yelled as she got her hands on Neal's coat. "What the hell is wrong with you guys?!" She swung Neal to the ground and held him down before Rumple took the man's heaving body from Emma's grasp and held him tightly across his middle. "What has gotten into you, boy?" He hissed, looking down at his enraged son.

Everyone froze. Robin was, yet again, behind Roland, Kristoff had backed away from the group, completely and Killian was kneeling on the ground, his hands over his head. Emma, Regina and now, David were standing next to them, everyone perfectly still.

"What," Emma took a deep breath, "the hell?" she asked, looking from face to face.

Before anyone could answer, Killian bounced up on to his feet, he looked over at the house and made eye contact with a less than amused Rudy. He laughed and turned back to Robin, "See, I told you that you were a lily, you couldn't even hit me!"

Pulling lose from his son, Robin darted forward and tackled the man. Blow after angry blow landed on the dark haired man's face as Robin set his windmill of fits against him. It was a mess of hands and kicking feet as Emma and David separated them.

"I'll show you a lily, you fucking pig," Robin spat as his body became trapped in the hands and arms of the others.

"You fools are not doing this in my yard!" Regina yelled angrily at no one in particular. "Robin, you know better," she hissed, turning on the man dangling in Emma and David's arms.

At the house, Ruby rolled her eyes. "Keep him here," she said to her daughter and Mary Margret. Taking off across the yard, she could see Killian moving around.

On the ground, Killian laid laughing as he blotted the blood from his lip and brow. "What a lass move," he called to the man being pulled away from him. "Can't even throw a damn punch like a…"

At that moment, a sharp blow came to the side of Killian's head, rendering him speechless. Ruby stood up straight and straightened her shirt as the man fell motionless. "Asshole," she mumbled as she walked away, shaking her now throbbing hand. All eyes were on her as she grabbed a beer from the cooler by the grill.

"What?" she asked, looking around at all the surprised faces. "It's the only way to shut him up and we all know it," she shrugged.

"Alright," Regina called out, "David, take him in the house, make sure she didn't kill him. As for the rest of you," she spun and glared at her ex-husband, son and Neal, "I want answers, now."

Robin jerked his arm out of Emma's grip, a little too roughly for her liking. She grabbed him once more and spun him around to face her. "You are the one who started this shit, don't you dare act like you are going to throw a punch at me, Robin. So help me God, I will put you on your ass and then you can spend the night in the station." Her darkening green eyes set on his, he stared angrily back at her with his nostrils flared. "Try me."

He said nothing but pulled his arm from her once more and waled away. Oliver and Grace had been watching from the doorway and the stepped aside to allow Robin room to enter the kitchen.

Regina's eyes burning into Robin's retreating back, she stiffened up. "Now," she huffed, turning back to the others and crossing her arms, "you want to tell me what all that was about?"

Roland and Kristoff explained what happened while Neal added in bits and pieces. "I'm sorry you had to witness that," she sighed at the blond man. "They don't usually act like savages."

"I mean, I get it," Kristoff smiled, running his hand through his hair nervously.

"Well, next time, just knock them all out," she smirked. "I'm sure you can take them," she joked.

After a few moments to regain themselves; Neal, David, Rumple, and Roland went into the living room, avoiding the rest of the group, while Robin hid in the basement and Killian laid on the floor of the kitchen where David had dropped him. Around the fire Emma, Regina, Belle, Ruby and a very noticeably pregnant Ashley, still sat. Anna and Kristoff left with the promise of returning on a less exciting night while Oliver and Grace had once again disappeared to his bedroom.

#

"So tell us," Belle smiled at Ashley, "are you excited to have the baby?"

"Oh, of course I am," she said, cupping her stomach. "I just don't know what to do about her, you know? I am single and I know that Thomas and his family will want nothing to do with her."

"You don't need a man to raise a child," Regina said warmly.

"Yea, and besides, you have a whole group of people here for you," Ruby added, "we may be dysfunctional but we are a family and you are very welcomed here."

"Well," the girl blushed, "that means a lot.

While the women chatted on about babies and the joys of taking care of a little human, Emma found herself staring at Ashley's middle. She could not take her eyes off of the woman but she wasn't zoned out. Taking into mind the way that her hands cupped her bump and the way it stayed perfectly still, though Ashley moved around, Emma sipped on her beer once more, still silently watching the woman.

The group began to laugh about something that Ruby had said. Regina, mid-giggle, looked over at Emma. Dark eyes followed the gaze of green as they came to rest on the woman's stomach. Putting her hand on the blonde's thigh, Regina pulled Emma from her thoughts.

Looking up, Emma smiled. Her eyes were glossy, as though she may start crying. "I'm gonna go inside and check on Robin," she said quietly as she got to her feet.

Regina nodded in response but she knew something was going on in the head of her lover. She watched the blonde make her way inside. Making a mental note to ask her what happened, later, Regina turned her attention back to the conversation. "I'll tell you though, labor feels like someone killing you from the inside out," she said firmly. "Once the baby is born though, you forget all about the pain."

"Oh Regina," Belle snipped. "Don't tell her that."

"Do you want her going into it thinking that its all rainbows and fairy dust, or do we want to be realistic here?"

#

"Hey man," Emma called down the stairwell to the basement. After a few seconds of silence, she headed down. Reaching the bottom of the steps, she knocked on the wall, "Robin?"

"I'm back here," he called.

Around the corner, behind a wall of hanging beads, Robin sat on a fancy looking grey leather couch, similar to the one found in Regina's office. He had changed from his grilling outfit and into black sweatpants. His bare chest was peeking out from under the brown and black blanket that was draped and half hanging around his shoulders. As Emma stepped through the hanging beads, Robin sat up and adjusted his blanket.

"What can I do for you?" He asked, casually.

"I'm just checking to make sure you're okay."

"Why wouldn't I be? I mean, that wasn't my best friend who called me a lily in front of a very attractive young man. And it most definitely was not my best friend who I had to resort to violence with," he snapped. "Why on earth would I be anything but okay?"

"I don't know what his problem is, Robin. I'm sure he was just playing and it got out of hand," she said softly, taking a seat next to him.

"What does he have to say for himself? Did he tell you it was a misunderstanding?"

"He is still knocked out on the floor…"

"See, I couldn't even do that," he sighed, grabbing for the pill bottle on his table. "And now, I have a horrible headache and a knot on my head. My hair will not lay right until it goes down."

"Your hair is fine," she said, smirking as she leaned in to take a look at the injury. "We should get some ice on that though.

The lump on his head was fairly large at that point and the irritated skin shined pink through the shaved part of his hair.

"I don't want to see him right now," he huffed, pulling his blanket just a little tighter. "He really hurt my feelings out there."

"After he lost his hand, he has been kind of a dick. Not to say that is an excuse but maybe there is something really going on with him."

"I know what it is, honey," he practically whispered.

"Oh?"

"He is in love."

"What?" Emma's eyes grew wide. "I'm sorry, with who?"

Silently, his eyes darted sideways to meet hers. He pushed his lips out as though her were about to get an attitude. "Who do you think?"

"I don't know, Robin. We are all taken and I don't really talk to many people outside of our group, you know that." Emma shifted uneasily next to the man who still had his lips sticking out from his face.

"Emma," he said popping his head sideways at her.

She stared at him, trying to figure out what could be so obvious that he was being a diva about it. "What?"

He smacked his lips and threw his feet up on the table in front of him before popping 3 pills into his mouth and swallowing hard. "Really, how can you not see it? Who has he been paling around with? Who is always around to comfort him and to keep him in check?"

"Keep him in check?" she fell silent, her eyes widening. "Oh no."

"Oh yes, he is falling for someone he can't have and now he thinks that being more of a man will bring her closer to him, hence that whole, making me seem like a downright fairy princess in front of people who don't know me. He is asserting dominance."

"Well, here's to hoping that she shuts him down quickly because that is going to cause a whole lot of problems in the next few weeks."

"When Jefferson comes home and sees Killian all over his wife, I have no doubt that there will be blood."

"Jesus," Emma sighed, rubbing her temples with her fingertips, "as if I don't have enough shit going on in my life."

Robin's brows arched high as he pulled her hand from her face. "Speaking of the drama llama, a tiny little red birdie told me that you sold some things at the pawn shop last week," he paused, looking deep into her eyes. "You want to tell me why that is?"

Rolling her eyes, her arms came to be crossed over her chest. "Does everyone know or what? It's a secret, okay?"

"I believe that there are a few of us that know but no one would tell Regina, if that is your fear. We have our own ideas as to what it is about but we would never say a word to her." He smiled a big, loving smile and patted her leg gently. "Is it a shiny surprise, by chance?"

She could feel her cheeks burn pink but she remained silent. Her lips, though she tried so hard to keep a neutral face, were revolting into a smile.

"Ah," he said, "we will keep that between us."