Emma + Killian

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Emma's POV

Killian was gone by the time Emma woke, probably haven taken Henry to the docks at the crack of dawn again. His absence wasn't what made Emma's heart skip a beat, but the crushing nausea pressing at her stomach. Emma launched herself from her bed, one hand clamped firmly over her mouth.

After Emma had thrown up and rigorously rinsed the tastes of vomit from her mouth, she collapsed in a heap on her bed, hugging Killian's pillow to her chest. Well, that was weird. Emma was sure she hadn't eaten anything that would give her food poisoning. She didn't feel sick or feverish. Actually, she felt perfectly fine now, aside from a gnawing hunger in her stomach.

Then a thought occurred to Emma. A single thought, like the first rays of sun breaching the horizon on a cloudless morning. Emma bounced from her bed, flinging on clothes and fumbling to find her purse. There was only one way to be sure.

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Later that day, Emma sat on her bed once again, eyes squeezed shut as she tried to calm her breathing, the pregnancy test held gingerly in her hand. Emma inhaled deeply and counted to ten.

1...
2...
3...

She only made it to five before she lost her patience and opened her eyes...
To see two red lines standing out against the white.

Emma's heart stopped.

Then it started again.

She smiled so wide her cheeks hurt and tears spilled over her flushed cheeks as she laughed. Joy filled her in a flood of emotions and Emma laughed again. Holy shit, she was pregnant.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

She and Killian were going to have a baby. They were going to have a family. Killian would be a father. Henry would have a sibling. She was pregnant.

HOLY SHIT.

Emma grabbed her phone and dialled Mary-Margaret's number.
It rang 4 times before she picked up, and Emma picked her nails in anticipation.

"Hi Emma!"

"Hey Mom, I need you to come over real quick. It's an emergency."

"Why? Emma, are you alright?"
Emma grinned.

"I'm better than alright. I-I just need to talk to you."

There was muffled conversation as Mary-Margaret spoke to whoever she was with. Emma picked at her nails again.

"I'll be there in ten minutes."

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"OH MY GOD! EMMA!"

Emma grunted as her mother pulled her into the biggest bear hug ever, and fresh tears ran down her cheeks as Mary-Margaret took her face in her hands and kissed her forehead.

"Why didn't you tell me? How long have you known?"

Emma couldn't stop smiling.