"Oh Emma," Mary Margaret cooed, sweeping her daughters blond curls from her neck as she hunched over the toilet bowl. Running her hand up and down her back, she sighed. "Are your still not feeling better?"
Shaking her head, Emma groaned as she wiped her hand across her mouth. "No."
"I think you should go back to bed, sweetheart."
"I've got school," Emma argued. "I have an assignment to hand in."
"It can wait, come on, back to bed."
"I'm fine." Shaking her head again, Emma stood on shaky legs. "It's just a bug. I'll be okay in tomorrow."
"No you won't Emma. If you go to school, you are just going to make yourself worse. Take a day of and rest, Emma. It won't be the end of the world. You've been running yourself crazy since school started."
"I have a Psychology paper due on the Fifth and I need to get some books out of the library."
Frowning, Mary Margaret pressed her hand to her daughter's forehead. She didn't have a fever. "Emma, it's the Fifth today."
"No it's..."
"Emma, it's the Fifth sweetheart." Moving to Emma's bed, Mary Margaret pulled back the covers and patted it. "Come on, in you get. You need sleep. Trust me, it will make you feel better." Kissing her daughters head, Mary Margaret tucked the duvet around her. "I've got to go soon but call me if you need too and make sure you eat something. I know you don't feel like it but skipping meals won't help."
"Okay, Mom." Emma smiled tightly. Grabbing her cell phone off the cabinet, Emma opened the calendar app, counting back the days as an unsettling feeling formed in her stomach. Taking a deep steadying breath, Emma switched to the Message app.
Killian, I need to see you. It's important. E x
Throwing the phone down on her bed, Emma drummed her fingers on her leg, counting as the seconds went by.
What's wrong? I'm in the parking lot waiting for you. Where are you? K x
I'm at home. Can you come over? My parents are at work. I really need to see you. It's important. E x
I'll be over in ten. I love you. K x
Putting her phone down again, Emma pushed herself out of the bed before pulling some yoga pants and a t-shirt out of her closet. Running her brush through her hair, she slowly made her way down the staircase before taking a seat on the bottom step to wait for Killian.
. . . . . . . . . .
Putting his car into park, Killian jumped out quickly, grabbing his phone, keys and wallet before walking quickly up the path of the Nolan house. Knocking gently, he waited for Emma to answer as a feeling of dread settled within him. Emma had been unwell for days and now she had called him to her house in the middle of the day when they were supposed to be at school? Something wasn't right. Hearing the lock turn, Killian took a deep breath as he steeled himself for what was to come.
"Hi." Emma whispered quietly, leaning heavily against the door frame. "I'm glad you came."
"Of course I came." Pushing herself forward, Killian cupped Emma's cheek, brushing his thumb along it before kissing her softly. There was something not quite right with her. She was pale and didn't have the usual spark in her eyes. She just wasn't his Emma. And it concerned him. "You worried me, Emma. What's going on?"
"Umm," Biting her lip, Emma pushed herself away from the front door, before moving aside slightly to let him through. "You should come in. We need to talk."
"Emma, what the hell is going on?"
Shaking her head, Emma grabbed his hand. "Not here." Turning her body, Emma lead him up the stairs and into her bedroom, motioning him to sit as she closed the door behind them.
"Okay, love, enough with the cryptic. You need to tell me what's going on." Grabbing her arm, he pulled her into his lap, running his fingers through her blond curls. "Are you sick? Has something happened? Do you..." Taking a deep breath, he looked at her intently. "Do you want to break up?"
"What? Why would you say that? Do you want to break up?" Emma questioned, accusingly, standing up and beginning to pace as her breathing became erratic. She couldn't cope with this. It was all too much.
"Of course I don't love, but I feel like I'm missing something vital here and I really don't know what to make of it."
"Do you love me?" Emma questioned softly, looking at him with tears in her eyes.
"Aye love, I do." Moving towards her, Killian wrapped her in a tight embrace. "I love you, Emma. That is not something you ever need to question. So please tell me what's going on."
"I'm late." Emma whispered, staring at the ground.
"Late for what?" Killian questioned, tilting Emma's chin so she was looking at him. "Do you need me to take you somewhere?"
"No, I'm late." Emma emphasized. "As in..."
"As in... oh!" Killian gasped as Emma's words finally clicked. "You're-"
"I don't know." Emma interrupted. "I thought I just had a bug or the flu, but then my mom was going on this morning about staying home school and I told her I had assignments to work on then I realized I got my dates muddled up."
"So you're..."
"I don't know." Emma whispered as the tears began to fall.
"Oh Emma." Pulling her tightly into his arms again, Killian held her as she sobbed. "Shh. It's okay. Everything is going to be okay."
"How is it going to be okay?" Emma questioned. "What if I am? What if I'm pregnant?"
"Then we worry about that then, love." Easing Emma down onto her bed, Killian brushed her hair out of her eyes as he dried her tears. He had to stay calm. There was no way he could lose it in front of Emma right now. "But we can't ponder the what ifs, love. We need to find out for sure. We need to get a test."
"I can't." Emma cried, dropping her head into her hands. "What if someone sees me and tells my dad? He'll kill me. He'll kill you."
"Shh, love. Calm down." Grabbing his wallet from the cabinet, he shoved it in his back pocket before picking up his phone and keys. "I'll go and get one, okay? Try not to worry, love. Everything is going to be okay."
"Killian... I... I love you."
"I love you too." Leaning down, he kissed her head. "I'll be back soon."
. . . . . . . . . .
Leaning forward, Killian took a deep breath as the alarm sounded on his phone. "Emma?"
"I can't look at it." Emma whispered, her breathing close to hyperventilating. "I can't..."
"Okay, I'll look." Killian soothed, running hand up and down her thigh as he took a deep breath and reached for the test. "Emma, it's..."