Emma studied the small blonde that was supposed to be in bed sleeping by now. She had put her to bed about an hour ago and now here she was playing with a hand held video game. It was her daughter. She couldn't believe that it had been 8 years since her survived escape from Regina. Yes, she called it a survived escaped even though Regina thought she was dead. She still thought about the brunette everyday, She thought about her every time she looked at their daughter Vada. Vada, she named her after the little girl from the movie "My Girl" and rightfully so. Vada was everything that Emma hoped she would be. She wasn't a girly girl, but she wasn't a Tomboy either. She was happy playing with dolls or toy trucks. She was smart, caring, adventurous, well spoken, but at the end of the day, she was what she was, a 7 year old.

Veda was a good mix of both of her parents. With hair that was a dark dusty blonde that could pass for really light brown hair, big brown eyes that were totally Regina's, a nose that was Regina, and the rest of her features were all Emma's. Emma took credit for Vada's appetite, she was a mini garbage disposal, but she never gained a pound. Emma didn't know if that was because Vada inherited her fast metabolism or if it was because Vada was so adventurous. One thing Vada did inherit from both Regina and Emma, was magic. Yes, Vada had magic. Emma did a great job hiding it from Vada. Emma had become good at hiding hers as well. Whenever she was really upset it would mess with the electricity and sometimes knock out all the power for blocks. Vada's did the same thing. It never did anymore than that. It was just apart of her, she couldn't really use it here.

Emma walked further inside her daughter's room. "Vada, your supposed to be asleep. You have school tomorrow" Emma states calmly. Vada glanced at Emma from her handheld for a moment before returning her attention to the game.

"I can't sleep mommy. I have a lot on my mind right now" She replied in a serious tone.

Emma bit her lip to keep from laughing. That sentence coming from an 7 year old was hilarious. Some of the things Vada said both amazed and amused her. "Want to talk about it?" Emma asked finding a clear spot on her daughters bed and falling unceremoniously on it. Vada sat the game down and looked at Emma.

"I want to know who my dad is" She simply states.

Emma bites her lip, but this time it's to keep from screaming. She wasn't supposed to have to answer that question for another 10 years or so. Every since the day Vada was born Emma wondered what she was going to tell her daughter when she asked. Was she going to say that her "father" died? That was the easiest answer, but then Vada would ask what happened, and wonder if she had family on her father's side. She was always so intridged by the idea of having a big family. Emma understood, for a long time she herself wanted a family. But now she was happy with the little family she had. It was just her, Vada, and her friend Lilly that had been around since the day they met.

"Vada" Emma states running her fingers through her hair. "You don't...you don't have a father" Emma replies. With no good lie all she was able to say was the truth. Some of it.

Vada laughed. "Everyone has a dad, Mommy. My friend Tommy said that his uncle told him how babies are made. He said that when a mommy and daddy like each other they get together and they-" Vada started but Emma cut her off.

"Hey. Why don't you tell that Tommy kid to shut up next time he starts to talk about how babies are made"

"But mommy-"

"And you can get in bed so that you won't be falling asleep in class tomorrow" Emma states as she picked up the 7 year old and lays down with her in bed after she's tucked in.

"But momm-" Vada starts again but Emma is fake snoring now in an attempt to get out answering the question.

"Unbelievable" Vada states but mispronounces the word. It's all Emma can do to not break character and laugh as she continues to "snore"

Vada turns the opposite way from Emma as she thinks that since her mommy won't tell her who her father is, she would just find out by herself.

8 years ago

Emma laid upon the hospital bed. She had just had her first pelvic exam and ultrasound to make sure the baby she didn't even know existed hours ago was still alive. If she had known she was pregnant, she would have never attempted suicide. She would have fought harder...but what good would have that done when Regina was so damn possessive, manipulative and down right evil? It was better this way. Regina could go on the rest of her life thinking Emma was dead. And Emma could spend the rest of her life, trying to forget Regina, and forget how much even after all that happened, how much she still loved Regina. Emma knew it was time to move on. Time to not make the same mistakes twice.

She took a deep breathe and looked outside at the doctors and nurses pointing and looking at her as if she was an animal at a zoo. She wondered what exactly were they saying out there. Suddenly she started to panic. What if they were talking about the baby. What if they were saying how it no longer was alive. What if her baby died? She had never thought about being a mother, she hadn't even thought about whether or not she wanted to keep the baby, but she didn't want to option to be taken away from her. The doctor had been out there for what seemed to Emma as forever. How long was they going to make her wait?

As if on cue, a doctor, two nurses and a guy in a business suit who wasn't there before walked into Emma's room. Emma knew this wasn't normal. Something wasn't right, was it the baby?

"Is my...is my baby alright?" Emma asked. 'her baby' Emma thought.

The guy with the suit laughed humorlessly. He rubbed the back of his head with one of his hands while he clutched a brown folder in the other. The doctor was the one to speak first.

"Of course, your baby is fine" He reassured her.

Emma let out a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness" Emma said, it was the best news she received in a long time.

"Um...I am the hospital director here, my name is James Howard" The man in the suit awkwardly states reaching out a hand to greet Emma. She just looks at him and he awkwardly pulls his hand back and places it in one of his pockets. Emma wonders why he is in here, and also what is in that brown folder that he is clutching. "I just wanted to personally offer an apology to you on all the staff's behalf" He adds.

"An apology?" Emma questions still confused.

"Yes. The charts show that you were clinically deceased. We had no idea that you were-" He rambled on, Emma eventually tuned him out as she entered her own train of thought.

'Oh, I was dead...what brought me back, was it magic? Was it my magic? Can I use it anywhere, Can I use it now?" Emma questioned herself. She was interrupted from her thoughts when the man in the suit cleared his throat.

"We don't know your name...would you like for us to contact a guardian for you Miss..." He asked leaving an open pause.

"No, that's quite alright. I'm just going to go" Emma states as she stands up.

"But we have to-" The doctor is about to say something but the hospital director silences him with an urgent shake of his head, before he speaks.

"Have a nice day ma'am. Here are your charts, your ultra sound and a couple other documents we have on file for you. I hope you have a nice day" He quickly adds handing Emma the folder.

Emma looks around. "Where are my clothes?" She questions.

The doctors and nurses looks around awkwardly. One of the nurses piped up. "They were disposed of...but, we have a donated area and can provide you with clothes if you like" She questions.

Emma nods. She can't walk around outside in a hospital gown. Then she realized that she had nothing to her name. No money, not even what she had saved could help her here. Besides, she wouldn't risk using the money she had saved in an bank account at the risk of being discovered by Regina. She would just have to start over. For now, it was just her, and her baby.

Later that day

Emma found an old diner that reminded her of Grannies. She didn't have any money for food, she wasn't that hungry right now anyway. For the first time she opened the folder and on the very top of the papers sat an ultrasound. She picked it up. It didn't look like a baby. It looked more like an Lima bean. On the top of the photo read the words 'My baby' She ran her finger from the words to the baby. She couldn't believe there was an actual life inside of her. It was...amazing and scary at the same time.

"Pregnant?" Emma heard someone ask her. Emma placed the photo back into her folder quickly and shut it almost if it was top secret. She lifted her head and was greeted by a Tall brunette teen with an apron on, she appeared to be around the same age as Emma. Emma relaxed.

"Yeah...I...am" She answered. Actually saying that out loud made the fact even more real to her.

"Hmmmmm..." The teen with the name tag of Lilly hummed. Emma wondered what that was supposed to mean but before she could ask "Lilly" Spoke. "Would you like to order something?"

Emma shook her head. "No...actually, I was wondering if you guys were hiring?" Emma asked.

Lilly snorted. "Trust me, you don't want to work here. The new boss is a big douche bag, he thinks he's better than everyone" she said with a frown.

"But are you? I don't have like...anything. I don't even know where I am going to sleep tonight" Emma whispered. She didn't care if the boss was a douche, all she cared about was her baby.

Lilly studied Emma for a second and sighed. "Alright. Hold on, I'll be right back" She states almost angrily before she marches away.

It was about 5 minutes before someone approached Emma from behind. She heard someone clear their throat and when she turned around she was greeted by a really big tall man.

"You want a job girl?" The man questioned. The man scared Emma a bit. His voice was loud, he was huge, and even though he was scary, she preferred him over Regina and that said a lot. Regina would have this man cowering at her feet and Emma knew it.

"Um...yes" Emma responded meekly.

"Alright, another waitress just quit on me you can take her job. I hope you can start now, I will see how you do, if you can't keep up, you are out of here" He states as he walks away.

Emma smiles until she notices that Lilly is starring at her shaking her head. She shrugs. What is her problem?

Later that day

Emma's first day went well-ish. She managed not to drop anything on anyone, so that was good. She was nervous, she could tell, and she was sure that everyone else could tell as well. Her trays shook as she tried to balance it on her hand like she's seen Lilly do. After a while, she got the hang of it. The boss told her that she could have the job. Emma was more than excited on that note.

Now, she laid in a cot. She couldn't help the tears that fell. How did she end up in a woman's shelter? Now she wished she still had her bug, at least it was her very own. She'd rather sleep in it than next to a whole bunch of strangers with children who were sad and cried all night. She hoped things would get better. She hoped that she would deliver a beautiful baby. She hoped that she would eventually forget Regina. She hoped that she would be okay.

Author's notes:

So guys, tell me what you think. I'm sure you all know that this is the second half of "A totally weird and Illegal Swan Queen Story" This story can be read without reading that one because there is a lot of flashbacks :)

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