A/N: My second FanFic because I love the thought of what Emma and MM could have when they get back from Neverland. Neal's dead (don't hurt me!) and Emma's pregnant. Very short one shot, I hope you enjoy it.

In the lamp-lit stillness of her room, Emma lay wide awake and staring at the ceiling. The image of that little white stick and the tiny pink plus that followed was etched in her brain. She wondered how it must feel to see one and actually be happy. Still, the bathroom at Granny's was a step up from a prison cell. Exactly what was she supposed to do now? She looked across the room at Henry, his hair damp and sticking to his head as he tossed in a restless sleep. Every night had been like this since Neverland. Sometimes he'd call out for Neal, unable to forget even when unconscious. Occasionally he'd sneak into her bed and she'd wake up to find him holding her hand in his. He needed her now more than ever.

There was a creak as someone moved across the landing and as the door slowly swung open, a bleary-eyed Mary Margaret poked her head into the room.

'I thought I saw your lamp on,' she whispered as she padded across to the bed and sat on the end.

Emma's eyes returned to the ceiling and the women were still for a while until the brunette's small voice pierced the silence.

'Penny for your thoughts?'

'I'm ok. Really.'

'Who do you think you're fooling Emma?' asked Mary Margaret. 'After everything that's happened these past few months you're not going to be ok.'

As she battled against the tears that threatened to escape her eyes, Emma gritted her teeth and made her hands into fists. She wasn't going to have this talk. Not now. But there was something she needed to confide in her mother and it might as well be now.

'I'm pregnant.'

Emma suddenly found herself in the tight grip of her mother's arms and for once, she melted into them as she admitted her greatest fear.

'I don't want to do this alone.'

Mary Margaret pulled away and put her hands on Emma's shoulders.

'You don't. You don't have to do anything on your own. We are all here for you,' she reassured as she wiped her daughter's tears away with the backs of her fingers. 'You have me, David, Henry, Ruby. You have the whole of Storybrooke!'

'But I don't have Neal,' Emma choked as she looked across into Mary Margaret's eyes, searching for a glimmer of hope there. She shuffled up next to her mother on the bed and rested her head on the brunette's shoulder. A lot had certainly changed since Neverland, including her relationship with Mary Margaret. The light was so dim and the silence so still that her eyes became heavy and it made her jump when her mother's voice once again pierced the quiet.

'Neal sacrificed himself to save Henry. To get all of us home. Your son is here and your baby will be here because Neal saved them. That makes him a better father than most I've known.'

Her hand slipped into Emma's and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

'It'll be different this time. We all love you and we'll be here for you every step of the way.'

Emma gave her mother a watery smile and squeezed her hand back.

'Mom, will you stay here with me?'

The brunette climbed onto the bed, pulled down the covers and slid down as her daughter did the same. As she watched sleep fall across Emma's face and the worries of consciousness ebb away, Mary Margaret thought of her daughter's strength even after everything.

'Always,' she whispered.