YAY I'm going to continue the story, I was so blown away by the people that responded. I didn't want to make you wait too long not knowing if I'd continue or not, so here's a super short chapter to show that I AM continuing. This one and the next one will be flashbacks to three months or so from where I left off.
FLASHBACK
Emma snuck quietly through the front door of her parent's loft, and breathed a sigh of relief upon realizing that no one was home. Shuffling to the downstairs bathroom as swiftly as possible, she dove into the cabinet and rummaged around, silently hoping to find what she was searching for. After a minute of digging she found it. Pulling it from the depths she turned the box over and over, double checking that it was what she wanted, and stashed it discreetly up the sleeve of her jacket.
Aggressively shoving any thoughts out of her mind, as to why her parents would have one of these stashed in their bathroom, she raced out the front door, leaving no traces of her presence behind. Heading back to the station, Emma threw a glance at the clock-tower. 1:23. She had hours before Graham would be back. And if her inklings were correct, she would need those hours.
She bustled into the office, dropped her keys on her desk, and traveled directly to the restroom down the hall. By this time, her hands had started quivering and her breaths were short. But she couldn't panic yet. Not until she had a definitive answer.
No two minute wait had ever felt longer. Emma paced back and forth constantly glancing at the clock on the wall in her office, and back at the stick on her desk. She briefly thought that it probably would have been smarter to wait for the results in the restroom, given that someone could walk in, but as of late, few people visited the Sheriff's station. She'd take her chances. She'd rather have a desk to sit at to contemplate the result than a toilet or the bathroom floor, when the time came.
If it would ever come.
The clock finally passed its mark and she suddenly felt her knees go week. Time was no longer an excuse, it was all up to her to make the choice to look. Her mind split into halves, with one side screaming at her to leave it be; ignore it and it would go away. The other side pushed her toward the desk, until her hand grasped around the left end of it.
She looked toward the ceiling and took a shuddering breath. Her entire future was going to be determined by this once glance. But in reality, she knew that the future was already determined. For the last month, she guessed, she either had or hadn't been… There wasn't another option or truth. Just do it.
Before she could stop herself, Emma's head tilted downward and her eyes found her answer. The answer that she'd known all along but even now, still didn't want to accept. Just as it had with Henry, the little plus sign shone back at her, carrying with it the weight of the world.
She was pregnant. Again.
Shit.
Just a note: Updates won't be super close together like before because I'm writing as I post as opposed to previous fics where I write it ALL before hand. Plus I have an Emma/Neal one in mind that would be very incredibly time-consuming, but I may never do it so... But I won't abandon it!
Reviews really do make me write faster, by the way :)