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Eighteen year old Emma Swan always thought that if she was ever pregnant again she’d have her shit together. Thirty year old Emma Swan knew that for her at least, there was no such thing as having shit together.
Three days ago she had woken up remembering nothing other than saying goodbye at the town line and had promptly begun to vomit. Waking up with the urge to throw up once she’d attributed to feeling sick, twice a coincidence, but waking up three mornings in a row – well let’s just say she caved bought a pregnancy test.
She had been sitting on the edge of the tub for the last half hour, staring at the two pink lines for so long that they’d gone blurry. Pregnant, she was pregnant again. So not only did she have to deal with whatever mystery threat erased the last year of their memories and brought them all back to Storybrooke, but with a pregnancy and unknown father as well. All this left Emma with one question, what the hell happened last year?
One year ago
Emma watched the smoke engulf the town as they drove across the town line with tears in her eyes. Her last thought before they hit the town line was a wish that they could remain together. Then in the moment it took to blink an eye, they were back in the Enchanted Forest.
Emma helped Henry to stand and looked around confusedly. “What happened?” she asked, looking at Regina.
With a cry of happiness Regina ran to embrace Henry, as Snow followed suit colliding into Emma. Tearful goodbyes were one thing, but reunions were something else entirely, and Emma stood uncomfortably as she was hugged and patted on the back by one person then another.
Emma searched for a reprieve and her eyes landed on Hook, standing at the edge of the gathering with a smirk on his face like he knew that she was itching for an escape. Oh god Hook, Emma’s cheeks reddened with embarrassment at the thought of her last words to him – ‘good’ might not be a declaration for many, but both she and Hook knew the weight of the word coming from her.
Clearing her throat and prying herself from one (she wasn’t even sure which) of the dwarves’ grip, Emma spoke. “Regina, what happened? Why are Henry and I here?”
Regina finally let go of Henry and walked towards her. “I don’t know Miss Swan, maybe you didn’t cross fast enough, or maybe I was wrong about the price. But either way I say we don’t question it.”
“I agree,” Snow said, reaching forward and clasping Emma’s hand. “We’re all together and we’re finally home.”
There were nods and murmurs of agreement as they began walking towards the queen’s castle, but Emma couldn’t help feeling as though the word ‘home’ seemed a little bit hasty.
Present day
“Emma,” Mary Margaret called from the living room, “honey are you alright?”
No, Emma thought, no I’m not alright. “I’m fine,” she called instead, “be out in a second.”
She splashed her face with cool water and plastered on a smile before opening the door. “So what’d you guys learn at the meeting?” Emma asked, knowing they’d probably already found it weird that she opted out of the first meeting about the missing memories in the first place.
“Well,” David said as he sat down. “We think that everyone did go back to the Enchanted Forest.”
“How do you know?” Emma asked, trying to ignore the churning in her stomach.
“There are people who are here that didn’t come over in the first curse,” Mary Margaret said.
“Like Robin Hood and his Merry Men!” Henry was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet.
“The only thing we don’t know is how long we were in the Enchanted Forest, it could’ve been a day – it could’ve been years,” David said, ruffling Henry’s hair.
Emma knew she had to be at least four weeks along, probably more to be having morning sickness. “Well it was definitely more than a day,” she said before she could stop herself.
All eyes in the room turned to her questioningly, and Emma wasn’t sure if it was her paranoia or not – but she could’ve sworn Mary Margaret’s eyes flicked to her stomach briefly.
Emma spoke before they could ask her how she knew, “Look at Henry – how much he’s grown, it’s clearly been a while.”
They all nodded in agreement and Emma plopped down on the couch pulling Henry down with her. Sitting surrounded by her family, Emma couldn’t help but feel a little excited at the thought of being pregnant before quickly squashing the feeling. She shouldn’t be excited – she was between four and twelve weeks pregnant (judging by the morning sickness and her pregnancy with Henry), couldn’t remember anything that’d happened since that day at the town line, and honestly wasn’t sure who the father of her baby was – and oh god, she could start showing in as early as a week.
The fear must have begun to show on her face because Mary Margaret asked her if she was okay again. Emma said she was fine, again, though this time Snow didn’t look convinced, but thankfully let the subject drop.
After throwing around some ideas and deciding that they should have everyone gather at the town hall the next day to get a census count and determine if the curse skipped over anyone or if anyone was missing, Mary Margaret suggested David take Henry out to get a hot chocolate at Granny’s. Emma couldn’t help but feel as though it was a ploy on her mother’s part to get Emma alone.
Her fears were confirmed the moment the door shut when Mary Margaret turned to her with a determined look in her eye. Mary Margaret went to the kitchen and pulled out a mug and busied herself by making them both a cup of tea. Emma stood uncertainly by the kitchen island, wanting to walk away but feeling like that would be too much of a giveaway.
Once they were both seated with a mug in hand Mary Margaret finally spoke. “Okay Emma I know something is up. It’s just me and you now. You can tell me.” She reached out and clasped Emma’s hand. “Whatever it is, you’ll probably feel better once you tell someone.”
“I’m pregnant.” Emma blurted, the words bursting forth from her lips without her mind’s consent.
A broad smile broke out on Mary Margaret’s face and Emma’s stomach sank. Shit.