Mistakes Happen

1: Those Two Pink Lines

She couldn't breathe. Her eyes must've been filling with tears because everything was starting to become a blur around her including the very thing that was causing the clenching of her heart and the fear flowing through her veins. Those two, terrible pink lines.

"This can't be happening, it can't be, it can't be,"

The words kept tumbling from her mouth time and time again. Over and over until they began to sound nonsensical.

It just didn't seem fair. It was only the one night... the one mistake. They'd both moved on, continued life as normal and everything had been going well. But of course life isn't that easy and when you do reckless, selfish things they almost always find a way of coming back to bite you in the butt. And as much as she hated it, she couldn't seem to push away the feeling that maybe she- they- deserved it.

Emma clutched her stomach, curling into herself as she recalled that night.

It had been late and they'd both had one too many drinks. The whole night had seemed to be fast paced but then it had slowed, the air getting hotter and the darkness of the room all of the sudden seeming to weigh down on them heavily. That feeling she got in her heart when she was with him (The one that she usually pushed away.) suddenly became impossible to ignore and the next thing she knew she had done something terrible. The morning had come all too quick and she'd found herself wrapped in the arms of her mother in law to-Be's boyfriend.

Now, she was facing the mother of all consequences. She was pregnant with his child. There was a little person inside of her and it probably wore leather and a smirk.

With one last glance at the cursed device and its two pink lines of doom, she tossed it in the trash and walked to where her phone sat on her dresser. There was someone she really needed to talk to and she couldn't wait a second longer.

"Hello?"

The accented voice answered from the other side of the phone. She could hear people in the background, screaming loudly and singing along to music.

"Graham, I really need to talk to you... are you busy?"

"Um..."

It was then that she could hear a female voice screaming from the background 'Graham cracker, get your Irish butt over here'.

She thought she was going to throw up and for the first time in a while, it had nothing to do with morning sickness.

"Look, if you're busy I can just wait-"

"-No. I am coming over, Em. It'll just be a few minutes for the drive. See you soon?"

She couldn't help the small smile of relief that curled on her lips.

"See you soon."
*****

"You're what?"

She gulped, wrapping her arm around herself nervously.

"Pregnant, Graham. You know, the process of the female of a species housing a developing fetus until it's ready to come into the world."

"I know what pregnant means I just can't believe you're pregnant. I thought you and Neal wanted to wait until marriage. I mean, does he even know, are you two even prepared to-"

"-It's not his."

He just stared at her after the words came out of her mouth, grey eyes wide in disbelief- or disappointment. (She wasn't sure.)

One thing she did know, it was time to panic. Her best friend, her rock, the guy who always knew what to say had been rendered speechless. Her mistake went from big in her mind to utterly and completely colossal.

"Please say something."

"I don't know what to say, Em. What do you mean 'it's not his'?"

She sighed, rubbing her temples as she struggled to come up with an explanation for this situation that didn't make her sound like a terrible person.

"I mean, Graham, that the child that is inside of me right now, it doesn't belong to Neal. I mean that I'm a pathetic excuse for a fiancé who got drunk and woke up next to another man. That's what I freaking mean!"

The tears she'd been trying so hard to hold back came flowing out and she collapsed in Graham's arms, unable to hold herself up any longer.

"Hey, shhh. It's gonna be okay."
He whispered soothingly as she sobbed on his shoulder. "Emma, look at me."

She untucked her head from its comfortable place in the dip of his neck, looking up at him through locks of fallen hair.

"I don't know what to do, Graham."

"Well for starters, you can call the father and tell him that he's... well, gonna be a father. He deserves to know."

Killian flashed through her mind. His bright blue eyes shining as he stared down at  her.

"Okay... and then what?"

"And then you pick yourself up like the amazing, strong woman you are and take this situation head on. Alright?"

"Graham-"

"-Alright?"

She sighed, nodding her head.

"Alright."