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[Oh. OH! This? This was news. Her hands trembled slightly as she pushed open the bathroom door and peeked out into the living room and kitchen.]

Charming?

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[He looked up, an eyebrow raising. He had been sitting at the kitchen table, reading the paper. Why he was reading the paper was beyond him, there was nothing interesting going on at the moment.]

Yes?

I've been thinking...

[Except she hadn't. Oh, she hadn't, but this? This was nothing to sneeze at. This was wonderful.

She crossed the room and leaned against the table, worrying her lower lip between her teeth.]

That you might have been right.

[When she came over, he folded the newspaper up and set it down on the table, giving her his undivided attention.

Right? Right about what? Confusion set into his eyes for a moment when he questioned her.]

Right about what?

Needing a bigger place. For ourself?

[Okay, he remembered that conversation. Despite wanting to stay with his daughter and grandson, being walked in on while trying to have personal time with your wife was something of a turn-off.

He leaned forward towards her.] What brought this on? I thought you wanted to stay closer to Emma.

I do! I do. [She wants nothing more than to be close to Emma. She's the most important person in Snow's life.]

But things are about to get...crowded.

Crowded?

[It takes a moment for everything to sink in. His first thought was 'why in the world would more people move in' because why in the world would it go the other way.

But that doesn't make sense, and then his mind veers another, and it dawns on him. His eyes widen slightly.] Wait... are you saying...? Are you sure?

Yes.

[She can't help it. A delighted laugh bubbles up her throat and she clasps her hands across her mouth unable to hide her smile.]

[He immediately stands, smiling widely. It was a chance, their chance to be parents. They still had Emma, but there were 20+ years they never got to spend with her, never got to hold her or kiss away her tears. He felt horrible for that, subjecting her to a world without them.

He takes her wrists with his hands, bringing them away from her face to he can clasp her hands properly, intertwining his fingers with hers, staring into those gorgeous eyes of hers.]

We should start looking at houses then... maybe something big enough for all of us.

We may need to build it. There aren't many houses big enough in Storybrooke.

[And they still can't cross over the town line, but right now? Snow couldn't even begin to dredge up that familiar worry, too excited and too nervous to do anything but lunge up on her toes and kiss him softly.]

We need to tell Emma first. Before we do anything else.

I might happen to know a good enough carpenter. [Gepetto did wonders with that tree to get Emma to safety, after all.]

Of course we'll tell Emma first. She deserves to know above everyone else. And Henry.

He may need some help.

[She grips his arms. This was what they had wanted. What they had always wanted. A sense of home. Oh my God, she was going to have another baby. They were crazy.]

Her first. We need her to understand that she's not being replaced. [Or abandoned again. Not again. Snow made that promise to her and she was going to stick by it no matter what.]

Henry will be ecstatic.

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