Missing Moments

Morning Sickness

In Emma's opinion, the worst part about pregnancy was the morning sickness. The name alone was a lie. Morning sickness? More like all day sickness. It came and went, and it showed up at the most inconvenient times.

Today was one of those times. Emma and her father were interrogating a new prisoner when Emma felt the sudden urge to be sick. She bolted from her chair and ran to the bathroom before being violently sick. When she was done, Emma sat on the floor against the cold wall as she tried to catch her breath.

There was a sudden knock on the door that made Emma jump.

"Em, are you okay?" Her fathers worried voice asked.

Oh, I'm just peachy Emma thought bitterly. Instead she said "I'm okay. Just give me a minute."

Emma got up and made her way to the sink where she splashed cold water on her face. She looked in the mirror and had to admit she looked like shit.

Emma made her way to the door and opened it, ready to get back to the interrogation. She jumped a bit when she saw her father standing there, a concerned look on his face.

"I'm fine." Emma insisted.

Emma could tell that her father didn't believe her. He had probably heard her puking her guts out.

"Emma...if you want, you could go home and get some rest. I have things covered here." He suggested.

Emma glared at her father. She knew he was worried, but she was fine.

"You just don't want me interrogating that guy." Emma countered.

"No...yes...well, that's part of it." David admitted sheepishly. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"I knew it." Emma muttered.

"Emma..." David began.

I'm pregnant, not disabled." Emma snapped.

David sighed. "I know that Emma. But we don't know this guys intentions and..."

"I can take care of myself."

"I know. But maybe now isn't the time to be..."

"What?" Emma interrupted. "Now isn't the time to what? Live my life? Do my job? I told you earlier, I am completely capable of doing my job. You're just as bad as Killian. I'm starting to regret ever telling you. I should have held off."

David looked at his daughter. "Okay, you're right." He admitted. "But I still think that if you don't feel good you should go home and get some rest."

Emma gave her dad a small smile. "I appreciate the concern, really I do. But going home and resting isn't going to help. It isn't the flu. I'm going to get sick for a while, so you better get used to it. I thought you of all people would know, I'm sure mom had morning sickness."

David shrugged. "Not really, no."

Emma's mouth dropped open.

"Come on! Now that's just completely not fair." Emma said bitterly. "Of course Snow White didn't have morning sickness. Why am I even surprised? She's Snow freaking White."

David shot his daughter an amused look. Of course she would chalk this up to her mother being "Snow White."

"But that doesn't change the fact that I'm fine. I've been through this before."

David nodded. "Okay. But I just want you to know, that if you change your mind..."

Emma smiled. "Thanks dad. Now come on, let's get this interrogation over with."