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No, no, no. This can not be happening. I knew the moment that I met him that something bad was going to happen. But I had no idea it was going to be this. And I don't even want to think about what would happen when my brother finds out. It was his best friend that helped do this to me. He was the one who got me pregnant. "Emma?"
I pushed the tests into the trash before I responded to my sister-in-law, Mary Margaret. "I'll be right out!" When I walked out of the bathroom, I noticed how she stood against the wall, staring at me.
"So..." she said looking at me expectantly.
"So what?" I walked pas her and into the kitchen of my apartment. She had called me earlier to tell me that she and my brother, David, just got back from their honeymoon. By the time she got to my place, I was in my bathroom throwing up, so I couldn't make her breakfast.
Following me, she said, "You were in there a while. Did you find out?"
"What do you mean?" I grabbed a muffin and turned to face her.
"Emma, I'm not stupid. David said that you've been sick for the past week. It's been a month since the wedding and I remember you and K-"
"Please don't say his name," I said quietly, interrupting her.
"So I'm right?"
"Yes. But please Mary Margaret, do not tell David."
"I promise. I can't believe that you're going to have a baby."
"Yup, neither can I. But I have to blame all the amazing alcohol at your reception," I said to try to lighten the mood.
"If you need anything, let me know. I will be here for you." She walked up to me and gave me a hug. "And when you decide to tell David, I'm positive he will help out as much as he can. When you decide to tell Killian," she said his name quickly, "he will love your baby."
"By the time Killian comes back, the baby and I will have started our lives in Boston."
"You're still moving?" She asked stepping back.
"Yeah, but not until after the baby is born. So you're stuck with me for another eight to nine months." We both sat at the island in my kitchen when I realized that there was someone missing. "Where is brother dearest anyway?"
"When he noticed that you had nothing here but 'those god awful muffins' his words, not mine, he went to the dinner across the street to pick us up some food and coffee."
"Thank you, Mary Margaret."
"For what?"
"For not judging me. For not guilt tripping me into telling Killian. I will when he comes home, I promise."
"I know you will. You're not the type of person to keep him away from his child. But I have to tell you something."
"Oh yeah, and what's that?"
"I could tell that the two of you had chemistry the first night you met at the party in his and David's dorm."
"How? You hardly knew me and I was a drunk 18 year old flirting with my older brother's roommate."
"Sometimes, no matter the situation, you can just tell."
"Thanks, that makes me feel somewhat better. But not less nervous."
"Do you have feelings for him?"
"I honestly don't know. Is that wrong?" I looked her with my head down and my arms crossed over my stomach. "I feel like this little guy should have a mom that at least knows how she feels about his father, right?"
"Don't worry, you'll figure it out."
I gave her a small smile when we heard a knock on the door. I rolled my eyes as I walked towards it to open it for my brother. "Dave, how many times do I have to tell you not to knock..." I trailed off as I opened my door. I was not my big brother, but it was the last person I would expect at my doorstep.
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