Broken OUAT

Chapter 21 - kick

It was a week after the baby shower and Emma sat on the floor of her room, attempting to put the crib together. She was home with her son's and her brother while her parents were out. Parker was taking a nap, and Leo and Oliver were attempting to help with the crib.

"I got the screwdriver!" Leo proudly held up the screwdriver.

"Where does this piece go?" Oliver asked as he held up a part of the crib.

Emma looked at the directions. "Okay, so that part goes..."

"We're home!" David called from the other room.

"In here, dad!" Leo called back.

David walked into Emma's room and frowned. "Emma, what do you think you're doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Emma smirked. "I'm Putting a crib together."

"We're helping!" Leo said proudly. "I got the screwdriver."

David smiled at his son and then turned back to his daughter.

"And why are you doing that? I told you I was going to put it together tonight."

"I appreciate it, I really do. But I can do it myself."

"Emma..."

"I can put a crib together. Incase you forgot I helped you put Leo's crib together."

David sighed and ran a hand over his face. "I didn't say you didn't know how, I just don't think you need to be the one putting it together."

"I put Parker's and Oliver's together by myself. It's really not a big deal." Emma shrugged. She held her hand out for the screwdriver. Leo was about to hand it to her when David grabbed it.

"I've got it, bud." He turned back to Emma. "That is just another reason for me to hate Neal. You shouldn't have had to put their cribs together, he should have. You aren't putting this one together, I am."

"Dad..."

"Nope." David said. "You aren't winning this one, Emma. You should be relaxing, not putting a crib together."

"I'm sitting." Emma argued.

David rolled his eyes. "How did you get the crib in here? It was in the garage. I know for a fact the boys didn't carry it, which means..." His eyes widened in realization. "You didn't! Are you serious, Emma? What were you thinking?"

"What was who thinking?" Mary Margaret asked as she entered the room.

David turned to face his wife. "Our daughter." He pointed to Emma. "Decided she was going to try to put the crib together herself. I came in here and she had already started putting it together. And if that isn't bad enough, she carried it in here. The crib was in the garage."

"It's fine." Emma argued.

"It's not fine, Emma. It's way too heavy for you to be lifting right now and you know it."

Emma opened her mouth to argue, but was cut off by her mom.

"Your dad is right, Emma. At your last appointment you were told about weight restrictions. You shouldn't be lifting a lot right now."

"Okay." Emma sighed. "I get it. Now can I have that screwdriver so I can finish putting this together? It doesn't involve too much lifting."

David took a deep breath to try and calm himself. "No." He said firmly. "You are going to go in the other room and relax, I will put the crib together."

"Can me and Oliver still help?" Leo asked.

David grinned. "Of course you can." He winked.

Emma opened her mouth to argue but realized that she wouldn't win this fight. "Fine." She mumbled.
She started the hard process of standing up, which proved to be even more difficult from the floor. David reached out a hand and helped her up. The moment she stood she felt a strong kick in her ribs, causing her to groan in pain.

David paled. "Emma!"

"I'm fine." Emma insisted. She felt another strong kick and winced.

"No you aren't." David said as he grabbed Emma's arm. Mary Margaret also rushed forward.

"I am. The baby just kicked me in the ribs, that's all. She seems to be doing that a lot lately." Emma grumbled.

Mary Margaret let out a sigh of relief. Her and David both visibly relaxed. Mary Margaret immediately reached a hand out to try and feel, but the baby wouldn't kick again.

"Come on, let's go get some hot cocoa with cinnamon."

Emma rolled her eyes. "You know that makes her move more. I'd rather not have her doing flips right now, my back is killing me." She followed her mom into the living room and sat down on the couch.

David came out about half an hour later with the boys. "The crib is put together."

Emma smiled. "Thanks dad!"

David nodded. "Promise you won't do any more heavy lifting."

"Okay. I promise."

Emma felt another kick and put a hand to her side.

Mary Margaret put her hand where Emma's was and Emma moved her own hand. There was another kick and Mary Margaret smiled. She looked down at Emma's stomach. "Hi sweet girl. Grandma can't wait to meet you." The baby kicked again.

"What did you feel, Grandma?" Oliver asked curiously.

Emma was the one to answer. "Your baby sister kicked."

"Can I feel?" He asked excitedly. He had never felt the baby move. The only one's who had were Emma, Mary Margaret and Henry. When anyone else had tried, the baby didn't move.

Emma smiled. "Of course, come here, monkey." She took his hand and put it on her side. The baby didn't kick.

"Come on baby. Kick." Oliver demanded. Emma was surprised when the baby kicked in response. Oliver's eyes went wide and he jumped back. "Woah."

"My turn!" Leo rushed forward. He felt the baby kick, and he grinned. "Awesome."

Mary Margaret looked at her husband. "Come on, David. Come feel your granddaughter."

David looked at Emma and she nodded. He put a gentle hand on her stomach. He was a bit disappointed when he didn't feel anything at first, but then there was a strong kick and he grinned.

"Did I do that, mommy?" Oliver asked. "When I was in your tummy, did I kick?"

Emma smiled at her son. "You kicked even more than your sister. Couldn't catch a break. Especially in the middle of the night."

"Did Parker kick?"

Emma nodded. "He did. It wasn't a lot, but he did."

"What about me?" Leo asked as he looked at his mom. "Did I?"

Mary Margaret smiled. "You moved around a lot. Way more than your sister ever did."

Leo knit his brows together. "Emma was in your tummy too?"

David and Mary Margaret laughed. "Of course she was." Mary Margaret giggled. "She was in my tummy just like you were. Where did you think she came from?"

Leo shrugged. "I thought she came out of the wardrobe."

Mary Margaret and David's smiles faded. Neither one of them seemed to know what to say.

Emma smiled at her brother. "That's just how I came to this world, from the Enchanted Forest."

"Oh. Okay!"

Leo took Oliver's hand and they ran into the other room to play. Emma could see the guilty look on her parents faces.

"It's okay, you know." Emma reassured them. "I know why you put me in the wardrobe. I'm not mad anymore."

Mary Margaret gave her daughter a small smile. "I know you aren't. But that doesn't make it any easier. The fact that we missed out on watching you grow up, kills us."

Emma squeezed her mom's hand. "I know. I feel the same with Henry. I missed out on the first ten years, and then I came back into his life only to miss out on four more. He's seventeen, and I only spent a few of those years with him."

David put a hand on Emma's shoulder and gave it a small squeeze. "That's not your fault, Emma. You were doing what you thought was best. You wanted to give him his best chance. The last four years aren't your fault either. You're here now, and that's all that matters."