A/N: I originally posted this story over two years ago, I didn't post more then six chapter before the hateful comments made me take it all down. I am sick of being ruled by readers. If you don't like, then it's simple, don't read. There is absolutely no reason to be cruel to a person who just loves to write. I do hope you enjoy this story. I have been working on it for a very long time, I plan on posting every Friday.

It was completely and utterly preposterous. There was no way in hell that it was humanly possible, however, the proof was in front of her eyes. Impossible was the only word brought to the surface of the sheriff's mind. The pregnancy test was still in her hands, it seemed to laugh at her with it's single word proudly displayed in the little oval screen.

This was the third brand, and the seventeenth fucking test that she had taken. More than six jugs of apple juice had been guzzled to produce enough urine for the slew of tests. She'd cleaned out the store a few miles from town her second time in, as the first test she'd taken was positive. The test held in her hand was the last one, there were no more. Each test had told her the same thing, that she was without a doubt pregnant.

Impossibility aside, it was true. Emma Swan, daughter of Snow White, Sheriff of the little unknown town in the middle of nowhere that held fairy tale creatures and people was carrying a child inside of her womb. A child that shouldn't exist, and yet. Somehow, it did. It existed, the size of a pine nut deep in her belly.

Once again she was pregnant. Her second. She dropped the latest test and held her head in her hands. Breathing deeply, trying to calm down, trying to come to terms with what she had learned. How in the fucking world was she ever going to explain this new child to her son? To Snow or David. Groaning she mentally cursed herself, what in the hell was she going to tell them?

The only person Emma had sex with in the last two years was a woman, hell, the only people she had slept with in the past eight years were women! They knew she was a lesbian, but she couldn't tell them who was the only possible parent of her child. Hell, she couldn't even tell the parent of the child growing inside of her. What was she going to do?

Especially the little tiny, completely and utterly minuscule fact that the other mother of the life growing inside of her was none other than Regina fucking Mills. Whom she had a major boner for since her eyes had first latched onto her. There was no doubt in Emma's mind that it was hers, she knew who she slept with, and who she didn't. It may make no logical sense, but the truth was etched in front of her.

It had only happened once. One glorious night on the boat after a particularly stressful day at sea. Emotions were high, they were on their way to save Henry from Peter Pan. They had never spoken of that night, but Emma relived it in every spare moment. She'd kill for a way to go back in time and have that night all over again.

Keeping the news to herself was one of the hardest thing that Emma had ever tried to do. However she had been determined to keep it a secret for as long as she could possibly manage to do so. Around the three month mark she had started to show, when she'd found out herself. Baggy clothes could only take her so far, Emma had always been thin. Prior to this her stomach had always been pretty damn solid.

So, one sunny afternoon Emma suddenly found herself surrounded by a large group of people in her office. She was stuck in mid-process. A giant marshmallow, apple butter and peanut butter sub sandwich nearly to her lips, her mouth opened wide ready to receive the bounty before it.

Some of the people she didn't even know why they were here. She supposed, after a few awkward sentence, that it was to keep her parents or Gold from killing her. Slowly she gulped, and put down her lunch. Transferring her gaze from person to person. All of their arms were crossed. Ruby, Granny, David, Snow, Rumple, Grumpy, Blue, and a few random people from the old world that followed Snow.

"Who is the father of your baby? Is it Neal? Hook?" Emma made the most disgusted face she'd ever made in her life. The mere thought had her leaning forward grabbing onto the trash can, emptying her stomach contents almost immediately. Snow waited, hands now on her hips, for her answer.

With a sigh Emma sat there. This was the end, there was no way out of this one. She was caught red ass handed. They had deduced she was pregnant, or at the very least suspected and gotten the truth from Whale. Or, Whale had gone to them. Unfortunately since he was the only doctor in town she had gone to him, she regretted that now. However, she couldn't change her past.

That being said the 'how' concerning how they had come to their accurate deduction about her state of pregnancy wasn't the actual problem at hand. The real problem was that Emma still wasn't ready for anyone to know that she was indeed pregnant. But considering they now knew, there wasn't really a way out of this. She didn't want to lie, but Emma knew that was the only choice she had anymore.

"Never, never for the love of Satan fucking Jesus on mount goddamn Olympus, never mention Neal, myself and sex in the same sentence ever again. That's. That is just so fuck wrong, on so many levels. You made me lose a good breakfast" Was half snarled. "And sweet alligator on a stick, no way in hell I'd ever even look at Hook naked!"

"Then who is the father? One of the dwarfs? Mr. Tillman? Oh dear lord, Jefferson?" Emma grabbed her trashcan and once again played vomit basketball. She wiped her mouth as she glared up at Snow, wondering how she could ever think she would have sex with any of those men. Or a man in general.

"Right before the trigger thingy happened where we all had to get on the boat and stuff I had snuck out of town. I ended up going home with this fucking gorgeous ass brunette. Fucked all night long, drinking all night. So when in the morning she asked if her husband could join, her pussy in my face I just was too drunk and high on pleasure to say no." Rumple seemed disappointed with the answer, while Snow looked like she needed the trashcan.

Everyone was silent, absorbing the given information. Trying to remember such an occasion where Emma could have, or would have done such a thing as run off. Especially right during the whole Owen and Tamera fiasco going on, they couldn't. However they also could find absolutely no reason for Emma to lie about how her child had been conceived. Or for her to hide her pregnancy, yet she had done just that.

"I need this from you. On your blood oath there is no possibility that the child growing inside of your womb is my sons? Would you stake your very custody on it?" Rumple asked of her, leaning down. Looking deeply into Emma's eyes. The blonde scowled at him, her eye twitching in annoyance. The man irked her to no end, and yet she felt a connection of sorts with him. It was a very odd sensation.

"I swear on my very life, my very soul, on my blood oath. Yes. I swear on all of it. I did have one mistaken drunken night with Neal. It was horrible, I am gayer than shit and always have been. One night was enough for me, and only one good thing came of it. Henry. I will even allow a paternity test against your own DNA if you so desire" Emma said firmly, standing up. Her nose quite nearly brushing against Rumple's before he pulled back.

Once more silence fell over the room. Rumpelstiltskin still staring deeply into Emma's eyes, as if down into her soul. Appraising her, trying to decide if she was indeed being honest. Despite his desperate need for the child growing inside of her belly to be his sons he could find no lie concerning the fact that his son had not fathered the growing infant. A heavy sigh passed his lips, and he leaned heavily on his cane. Sadness emitting from him in waves.

"Thank you for the offer, but none will be required. I detect no untruths from you, there is no way Baelfire, Neal, fathered this baby. Therefore there is absolutely no reason for me to further interfere with your affairs. Furthermore, it appears that everyone here received the information that they needed, so perhaps we should leave Sheriff Swan to her duties" Gold said slowly.

One by one everyone left. As the last set of footsteps exited her station Emma sighed in relief, before slumping in her chair. Throwing her head back, staring at the ceiling and wishing she had never come to this godforsaken tiny town in the middle of fucking nowhere. To never have to know she was some sort of princess warrior white knight savior person. That being said, she could not even begin to regret her single night with Regina, nor the child that it had produced. The child made everything worth it, worth everything she had gone through. Just like that night had.

Time passed forward. Days, weeks, and months. Soon enough a baby boy was born unto her. There was no doubt that she loved him with everything she had. But, in his two months outside of her womb all he had done was cry for her. Nothing she ever tried worked. Endless crying. If he was awake, he was crying until he cried himself asleep. Emma worried that he would one day go mute from his screams.

When he was six weeks old Emma went back to work early. She couldn't handle being home alone with him anymore, she always ended up crying by his crib. Begging him to be quiet, to love her. He never did. Belle watched him while she was at work. Although, mostly Emma slept by her desk. Passed out until Ruby shook her awake to tell her her shift was over. She would return to find Belle close to quitting, always commenting just how fussy her son was. He cried for everyone, not a single being could get him to shut his mouth for longer than it took to feed him or longer then it took for him to sleep.

Overtired, overly frustrated and quite literally going insane Emma didn't know what to do anymore. Didn't know how to care for her precious child who she loved desperately, but could not care for. Her blonde haired baby boy who she was so dangerously close to shaking. Fearing she would do something horrible, Emma wrapped him up in warm pajamas and bundled him in a blanket. Then she walked, that warm summer night, praying he'd shut up. Walking until she was in front of the mayor's door, a screaming infant in her arms. She pounded on the woman's door, close to tears herself, until a none too happy Regina threw the door open in aggravation.

"Sheriff Swan! It's half past midnight! What if Henry had been here?" The beautiful brunette snapped before her eyes had zeroed in on the crying bundle clutched in Emma's tired arms. "Honestly Sheriff. Your brought an infant outside? It may be summer but. I suppose it's better then that death trap you insist on calling a car" Regina finished with a sigh.

"He. He always screams. Never quiets, won't ever be quiet. Ever. Never. All he does is he cries and cries and cries. For everyone. Snow. David. Belle. Henry. Grumpy. Granny. Please. Please help me" Regina felt bad for the blonde before her, who looked so completely and utterly broken. It startled her actually, it was scary to see Emma in such a state.

What happened next was even more startling, Emma literally shoved the black and red blanket wrapped child into Regina's stunned arms. Backing away immediately, trying to put distance between the child and herself. Not wanting to be anywhere near it, just wanted him to be silent. Emma loved him, there was no doubting that, but he was such a difficult baby. He was eating at her sanity, she truly didn't know how much she had left.

Two things happened almost immediately of the baby being shoved into the dark-haired woman's arms. Emma wrapped her arms around herself, looking very much like a crazed being. Much like the expression she wore on this dark night. And, as if by some cosmic miracle, baby Emmett shut his tiny little mouth. Ceasing his crying lag as he stared up at Regina with his emerald green eyes.

"It seems Sheriff that all your son needed was a long walk on a warm summer's eve. He seems perfectly content now" Regina said as she stepped forward and placed the infant back into Emma's arms. Emma's eyes filled with tears as the baby let out a shrieking scream as if he were being murdered, his little fists and legs kicking.

Mayor Mills was barely able to catch the child as Emma literally dropped him, before hugging herself and shaking her head and mumbling things that Regina couldn't understand. It was clear to the dark-haired woman that her blonde counterpart was very out of it, and she sighed once more. Against her better judgment she walked back towards her door and stepped through the threshold, motioning for the Sheriff to follow.

Despite her rapidly growing insanity thanks to the severe sleep deprivation, and stress of having a banshee as a son Emma was coherent enough to realize that she would never again see something as majestic, as breathtakingly beautiful as Regina holding an infant. As if in a daze she followed the image to her living room, where she melted into the woman's couch. Her eyes not daring to leave the goddess's form as she seemed to dance slowly around the room. Humming to the child, getting him to go to sleep with her fluid rhythmic movements and soft melody of her voice.

As Emma watched, her eyes never so much as blinking, the mother of her sons with her youngest baby. Well, her mind became clear. Her thoughts aligned. Emmett wouldn't be calm for any being who touched him, ever. Not even closing his mouth for longer than the five minutes it took for him to feed. When he slept it was never for very long, and if his eyes were open he was crying. Even when he was feeding he would wail like a banshee simultaneously. A skill Emma didn't think should be possible. Despite not liking what her mind, her heart, was telling her, she knew it was for the best. Her son, for the first time in his life, was calm.

"Can I leave him here with you?" Came out like a breathless whisper, so soft Regina wasn't sure if she had heard correctly. "Please, I. He's. I can't. I just can't. I need sleep, I need to sleep" Emma twitched as she spoke, still clutching onto herself. As if she were literally holding herself together, as if she would break apart if she let go of herself and in that moment, the once Evil Queen actually pitied Emma Swan.

Sitting there waiting for an answer was excruciating for Emma who was bouncing between sane thought and well, not so sane thought. Wishing beyond all reason that somehow, someway, that Regina would take the bait. That she would keep the son she did not know was her own overnight. To help her, just this once. For if she did it would leave Emma the time to do what she had decided must be done. For the sake of the child. She needed that time to get everything settled. It would kill her inside, but she had to think of Emmett's future. And it was clear, as he slept soundly in a person's arms for the first time in his short life, that he was where he truly belonged.

"Just this once Sheriff" Regina said sternly. Emma's whole face brightened at the news, bringing a warmth to Regina's heart she dare not speak of. "It's not for you, it's for him. It's not good for a baby to cry that much" She did her damnedest to sound displeased. However, she just couldn't pull it off. The baby was just too damn adorable, despite the physical differences he reminded her of a young Henry. "Pick him up tomorrow evening, you may join Henry and I for dinner" It wasn't an offer it was an demand.

Whether it was completely rude, or uncalled for or not Emma was not the kind of woman to wait around to let Regina change her mind. So, she nodded at the Mayor's words and she jumped to her feet. Bolting away, and out of the house, at speeds she didn't know she was physically capable of reaching. Running away like a wild stallion that had just escaped captivity. She ran, and she ran. Until her chest ached like her heart was going to fall out, and she could barely breathe. But she had reached her desired destination. She was where she needed to be so she could fix her life, and save her son's future.

Standing before her watery gaze was Gold's pawn shop. Also known as Rumpelstiltskin's lair, the man owed her a favor. Add in the fact that she knew, from some of their super secret super private conversations, as he had been secretly teaching her magic, that he wanted certain things from her. And now she was ready to give them, she would give up anything if it meant her son would be happy. And it was clear, for him to be happy, he had to be in his other mother's arms. The only place he had felt safe.

Once Emma was able to stand up straight, let alone breathe normally, she began to pound on the door like a murderer was on her tail and about to slam an ax through the flesh of her neck. Soon enough a half dressed, half asleep Dark One answered the door. Steadying his annoyed and questioning gaze at the obviously distressed savior standing before him. He crossed his arms, observing each other.

At first they continued to stare at each other. Emma almost second guessing her next actions, but no matter how she argued it in her mind she could not fight the truth that she had seen before her. The truth that, despite how much she truly, and completely, loved her youngest child, he didn't want her. Emmett had staked his claim, she loved her son, but he needed, and deserved his other mother. So, Emma decided she must do what was best for all involved. Especially him. She could not let people know he was truly the child of Regina, that would put him and her in dangers Emma did not want them in.

"I have come to collect that favor you owe me" Was breathed on a shaky voice. Causing Gold to raise an eyebrow. "Trust me Rumple. We have plenty of other stuff to discuss on this night. Because, what this boils down to, is I am ready to do as you wish." A thousand watt smile spread across the man's features.

"Please, please, come in come in." Eagerly the man said, ushering the blond inside. She complied easily. Ready to do what was best for everyone. Even if it meant that she had to give up everything she wanted. But, as she heard the bell of the pawn shop's door ring as it closed she felt that maybe it was just her job. That maybe, the Savior didn't deserve a happy ending after all.

A/N: I would love to know your thoughts, and as said, the next chapter will be on Friday. I have ten chapter written to completion. I just want the week to make sure everything is correct, work on my other story, and check for mistakes. That being said, I am sorry if i missed something.