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I was happy for them.. I really was.

Oh who am I kidding.

I held way to much resentment and jealousy over a baby that wasn't even born yet and it was starting to show. First, the snide comments towards Mary-Margaret and now I am standing in the Storybrooke baby store clueless. I didn't want to be here to pick up the baby's crib. Seriously... Couldn't David just come and get it?

Better yet why hadn't they gotten Geppetto to make one?

Why do that when they can make me suffer?

And why was there a baby store here? Not like anyone actually aged before I broke the curse.

I was jealous sibling. I had become a teenager over this.

When Mary-Margaret admitted she wanted to have another baby I figured that I would have time to get adjust to the idea but then Pan's curse came... Henry and I lost our memories and after finally reuniting with my parents again. I see my mother all... pregnant.

At first I had hope that maybe somehow they had been transported to when they were pregnant with me but that was
absorb to even think that for obvious reasons but still.. I wondered

They couldn't have waited? Grieve for their kid who they left twice?

"Can I help you?" the store owner smiled, breaking my rant "You look lost"

Lost alright "Um, yeh. I'm here to pick up a crib for Mar... I mean Snow" Why couldn't I get past that? She was Snow White and my mother "You called David this morning"

I watched her place her glasses on the curve of her nose and walk around the other side of the counter, I followed... dragging my feet "Yes, mahogany frame"

I rolled my eyes, only the best for the kid they don't have to give up "Sound about right" I chose my tone carefully.

"You must be excited. Baby brother or sister"

"I guess"

"Your mother is close, yes?"

"Umm" OK so don't want to be having this conversation "Yeh"

She woman handed me a booklet, my guess an instruction manual for the crib. I laughed inside imagining my father and mother standing there arguing over who is right "Thanks"

"Let me get Kevin to load it into your car"

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I entered the apartment, noticed Mary-Margaret making herself a herbal tea. I smiled "Cribs here"

"Your father's out. Did you take a look at it?" She asked hopeful that I shared her enthusiasm "Beautiful, right?"

"I didn't look" I answered short, then rephrased "I guess I'm waiting for you guys to set it up" I walked over to her "Do you need a hand?"

"No, I'm fine"

"You don't look fine, you look like you're about to fall down"

She shook her head with a grin "You and your father. He told me earlier that I must stay in bed" She scoffed, I shared her amusement.

It's scary how protective I feel over my mother at the moment. She is normally the one making sure I'm safe and protected but in her current state... it worried me just how much she tend to take on. She gave me a sly look and brought out a packet of marshmallows "Been craving these all week"

"Marshmallows, really? I craved pickles and dip"

I watched my mother scrunch up her nose, I posed the question that first came to mind, never really thinking before I spoke "And me? There's no marshmallows in the enchanted forest so..."

I watched her smile gracefully "There was a sweet fruit that was only found in a particular part of the forest but it never stopped David going in search of it for me. I had it once when I was on the run and when I started craving it, I told your father and he left the next day and came home with a bag of it"

"And that's where you got his nickname?"

"That came earlier, you really only skimmed Henry's book, didn't you?"

"Kinda" I glanced down at her belly and sighed

She offered the sugary treat, I declined "You think you're up with helping us put the crib together?"

How many more slaps in the face do I need today? "I'll stay out of that one"

"Right.. Emma..."

I knew she wanted to have the conversation with me but I didn't "Listen, I should really get back to the station"

I noticed her crease her brow, I knew it was time to leave "Do you want me to pick Henry up from school?"

I spun around from walking towards the door "No, you need to just... chill. Like David told you. Tell him I left the crib downstairs"

"I guess I'll see you for dinner then?"

"Sure"

I thought I was clear and free then she spoke up again "Emma?" I turned around, shot her a look "We are going to have to talk about it eventually"

Suddenly I recalled similar words when the curse was broken "I'd really rather just... not right now" I was a horrible person. She was my mother and Ii was treating her like crap.

They really hadn't done anything wrong but create a life though their love but they did that before and look where it got me?

Was I being selfish?

"I just.. we want you to know that no matter what.."

I never let her finish, I cut in as quickly as I could "you'll love me no less? I'm not a child Mary-Margaret" as soon as I called her by her cursed name she cringed slightly and in her condition I didn't want to add to her stress "I... can we just not do this now?"

The last thing I wanted was for my mother to be in hospital under any other circumstance than that baby being born "OK. I get it" She raised her hands "Totally get it. You should go"

I nodd with a kind hearten smile "See you tonight"