Hearing the Nightingale's Song

Keeping Secrets

Week 10

June:

The body: Good news, Savior! The rollercoaster of nausea may almost be over, but unfortunately that's not the case when it comes to the emotions. The hormones raging through your body can wreak havoc on your emotional sanity, so be prepared to spend the next few months swinging from one end of the emotional pendulum to the other. Tiredness will still be bothering you. Take naps, and go to bed early, and though you're not a fan of it, consider giving some of your tasks to either your father or pirate. Right now, your uterus is the size of a grapefruit. Even if you're not there yet, your regular clothes are probably feeling uncomfortably tight. You'll slightly start to gain more weight, and slowly, but surely, the baby bump will begin to grow.

The baby: Your baby is finally starting to look more like a baby than a tadpole. The face is beginning to look more human-like, and the 'tail' from the developing of the spinal cord has disappeared, and fused into the spinal column. Your baby now has discernible fingers and toes, which will explain the steady stream of kicks and punches that you'll feel later down the road. The vital organs; the kidneys, the intestines, the brain, and the liver are all in place now, and they'll begin to function, but will still continue to develop. The baby is now at the size of a kumquat - about 1 1/4 inches long, and weighs 4 grams - less than a quarter of an ounce. In the coming weeks, your baby will again double in size - nearly 3 inches.

At Emma and Killian's, midnight:

The dream would start out as it always did;

The sky above her was a beautiful sunset, gradient with orange, pink, purple and yellow. In front of her a beautiful, and great jade-green Chinese palace stood. She would be standing outside at the entrance. Turning around, she was faced with the most magnificent sight she had ever seen. A valley spreading far out as her eyes could see. Laughter and happiness filled the air around the small village she could see, but then, the dream would change to almost nightmarish scenarios. The beautiful sunset above her would turn into a blood red night. Around her, people surrounded her. They were crying for her to help them, and she would ask what they needed. She would never get the answer, instead someone from the crowd would give her a small bundle in her hand, when opening her hands to see what it was given to her, a golden, but broken bird was lying in her hands.

And then she would wake up.

The dream that had appeared now had been the same appearing in her sleep for the last two week, but she couldn't help feeling that she was missing something important from that dream, or vision if you will, and it would show after the mechanical bird was given to her, but she would always wake up before that.

Night had fallen upon the small town in Maine hours ago, and though there had been yet another robbery in Storybrooke, the night was calm, and both Emma, and Killian were lying in their bed, having David on the shift for the night.

Emma sat up slightly, careful not to wake Killian up. Taking a deep breath, she ran her hand across her face, and took of her covers. Even though it was in the middle of the night, and the recent days had been hell with her usual sickness, but also now with a case that included two robberies and one attack on her, Emma knew that falling asleep now would be quite the challenge, and she would be tired as hell the next day. The warmth of early June was coming through, and the heat certainly didn't help either.

Slowly, she swung her legs from the bed and onto the wooden floor, and slowly stood up, and went to the bathroom. She wasn't sick, but she needed just a moment to collect herself.

After letting the cold water running enough for her to wash her face, but silent enough to avoid waking Killian, she splashed some water onto her forehead and rubbed her face. Letting the water run, she leaned onto the sink, and looked at herself in the mirror. Even though it was still dark, it was light enough for her to find her way around, and get a somewhat good look at herself through the reflective glass.