A/N: This is my first fanfic for OUAT. I hope you like it! :)

Chapter 1: The Beginnings

Ever since Emma could remember, she never had a bond with anything or anyone. The life that was forced upon her, which she later adapted to, didn't allow her to do so.

That all changed the night of her twenty-eighth birthday. After blowing out a single candle on top of the cupcake she bought, Henry, her son she gave up for adoption, appeared at her front door. Her life was forever changed.

She soon found herself the new resident of Storybrooke, Maine. It became "home" to her, for lack of better words, and her first real bonds she formed there were with Henry and his schoolteacher, Mary Margaret. But during the in-between period of all of that, she formed a new bond with the town's sheriff, Graham. From the moment she laid eyes on him, she was attracted to him. Even though the circumstances of their meeting wasn't exactly, well, ideal, it didn't stop her from wanting to know more about him.

As a defense, she acted like he didn't faze her. Every time he would try harder to get to know her, she would build up her defenses more and more. Things got even more complicated once she became deputy. She knew taking that job wasn't the best idea, but she had to be near him. She needed to know him.

That night she caught him sneaking out of Regina's was the beginning of her unraveling. She was pissed that he lied to her. But the idea of him and the mayor made her jealous. She didn't know why that was. It wasn't like they were together. That moment made sure of that...well, almost made sure of that.

Then he kissed her and she knew she was done. It also awakened something in Graham. Something Emma didn't know what it was. She hated him for fucking with her thoughts. Seriously, who the hell did he think he was? Yet, she couldn't help but love him. It was getting to be too much of a hassle to have feelings for him. She did the only thing she knew how: pushing him away. She said he had crossed the line and didn't care about what he did with Regina. It was a lie that she thought she was willing to live with.

Yet as each day wore on, and the more they had to work side by side, her defenses started to break down. Thankfully when Graham started rambling on about finding his heart, he and Emma were able to recover it. Not knowing what to do with it, they took its cradle and hid somewhere that Regina wouldn't even bother to look. It was a difficult task, but a successful one at best.

Later that night, she gave into her feelings and desires. As soon as they got back to the sheriff's station, she unlocked one of the two vacant cells and pushed him against the wall. They kissed with so much passion. Passion that she hadn't known. Even Henry's father, who she thought she loved, couldn't compare to Graham, especially when he called her 'princess'. That night brought about firsts for Emma. It was the first time she made love instead of having casual sex. It was the first time she completely gave in and threw caution to the wind. But love wasn't the only thing made that night. They made life.

Emma stared at herself in the mirror. She thought, as she stood in the apartment she shared with Mary Margaret (unbeknownst to her, her mother) wondering how she got to this point. She looked down at the plastic stick that laid on the cold, porcelain sink. She hadn't been feeling like herself. She already felt different once she got to Storybrooke, but she felt really different a lot lately. It had been a couple of months since that night. It was just two weeks ago, she started feeling ill, not to mention overly emotional. Being that this wasn't her first pregnancy, she had more than a hunch as to what was going on inside of her. Fear, however, made her choose to ignore it. She usually wasn't afraid of anything, but this was different. For the second time in a decade, she had someone else life to consider. That thought alone terrified her.

Then there was the question of whether or not Graham would be there. He said he loved her, but Emma knew that babies made a difference. Speaking of which, she was worried about Henry. If she was pregnant and decided to keep this baby, how would that affect her relationship with him? She didn't like the idea of her own kid hating her. She didn't want him to think she loved him any less. She loved him with all her heart.

Her attention turned to the egg timer she had set. A minute left. She could feel her heartbeat increase in an instant. Her breath was almost non-existent. This minute was going to change everything for her. If she wasn't pregnant, she was definitely going to buy a lifetime supply of birth control pills and condoms. She didn't want any more chances to be taken. If she was pregnant...she didn't want to think about that. The thought was almost deadly to her system.

A knock on the door caused her to jump.

"Emma? Are you okay?" Mary Margaret asked.

"Yeah, just dragging a little this morning," she said once she caught her breath.

"Okay. If you need me, I'll be at Granny's."

"Okay."

She sighed once she heard the door shut. Another lie. She kept feeling guilty every time she did that lately.

"How the hell do I always get myself into complicated situations?"

DING! Time was up. She took a deep breath and looked back at the pregnancy test. She lost her breath again once she saw 'pregnant' stare her in the face. She wanted nothing more than to fall apart, but that wasn't an option. She needed to figure out what she was going to do and fast.

A/N: Let me know what you think! :)

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