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Mary Margaret eyes jerked open, as she heard something dropping and quiet curses mumbled.
The petite brunette left her bed and made her way to the kitchen.
"Emma?" Mary's sleepy voice stirred the blonde, while she was trying to clean the kitchen floor.
"Sorry, did I wake you up?" Emma rasped, throwing the destroy whisky bottle away.
"Yes, what is going on? Why are you awake, drunk, and crying?"
Emma closed her eyes, breathing deeply in, "it's nothing, I'm just..." Her voice faded, fighting against the urge to cry.
Mary eyed her roommate with worried eyes, as she stepped closer.
Emma turned to the table, grabbing a stack of papers, which she handed silently to her friend.
Adoption Papers
Mary's brow furrowed, as she read the following words.
"Oh my god, you are Henry's birthmother?"
Emma squeezed her eyes shut and nodded. It felt like someone crushed her heart. For years, she had locked away these feelings and now they came back crashing down on her.
Mary placed the papers back on the table and pulled Emma into her arms. "Everything is going to be okay, Emma."
"No, it was a closed adoption and I don't even know which son of a bitch would send me these. I have to face this and I'm not ready." Emma sobbed, holding onto her friend for dear life.
After a few moments, Emma left the hug and walked to the table. "Regina will kill me..."
"No, I mean...It will be difficult, but Regina is a woman of reason." Mary Margaret smiled carefully at the blonde woman.
Emma let out a humorless laugh and shook her head. "Yeah right, I don't know her that well, but even I can tell that she's got a bad temper."
Mary sighed quietly and nodded, Emma was right after all. In addition, Regina was very protective of Henry. "What about his Father...If I may ask?"
Emma plopped onto the chair, briefly closing her eyes. "Not in the picture anymore. I was living on the streets - since...forever. I don't know, I met him and at this moment, he felt like a bright moment in my otherwise dark life. Until he knocked me up and vanished. I quickly realized that I could never offer the little one anything and I gave him up."
Mary took Emma's hand - squeezing it affectionately. "No need to feel bad about this, Emma. You did the best thing at this point of your life, you protected him."
"I know, I just never got over it. Sure, I pushed the guilt and sadness away - most of the time at least, but it was never completely gone. I met August - my friend - shortly after and my life took a more positive turn." The blonde smiled briefly, thinking fondly about her friend in Boston.
"He sounds like a good person." Mary smiled sweetly back. "Oh he is; he actually encouraged me to move to Storybrooke. I worked too much and he feared I'd burn out."
"Very wise of him." The raven haired woman chuckled, "come on let's go to bed and tomorrow we think about a plan."
They did not come up with a plan.
Emma called in sick, the next morning, trying to avoid Regina at all costs.
She didn't know how deal with this and more importantly how to tell Regina the news.
The blonde was seriously scared of the brunette's reaction and the consequences.
Other than that, she wanted to find out who delivered the envelope. Who could possible know about this? In Storybrooke.
"Is Emma still feeling ill?" Graham asked worriedly, while Mary Margaret sat down at Emma's desk.
"Yes, I'm afraid so. It is a very aggressive cold." She explained nervously, trying to hide that she knew better.
"Well, tell her I miss her and I hope she will be back on her feet in no time." He smiled warmly at his friend, who returned a thin smile.
Regina entered the station, as she spotted Mary and Graham. "Am I interrupting something?"
"No, we were just talking about Emma." Graham replied tensely.
"Is she still off sick?" The brunette asked curiously.
"Yes, but I'm sure she will be better soon. I have to go now; it was good seeing you, Graham." Mary smiled briefly at Graham, as she rushed out of the station
Something did not feel right, at least to Regina.
"Miss Swan has been sick since over a week now. That is really odd."
"It is just a bug, Regina." The Sheriff said, shrugging as he turned fully to her.
Regina looked suspiciously at Graham. "Not today, Graham," clearly sensing his intent, "I have to go."
Emma walked downstairs, entering the kitchen, when her heart stopped beating for a second.
Regina sat rigidly at the kitchen table, watching Emma in silence.
"Jesus Regina, you scared the crap out of me. How did you get in?" Emma growled, annoyance and fear flooding her sense. Why was she here? Did she know?
"Always so eloquent, Miss Swan - I have my ways. I just wanted to check on you, you have been sick since quite a while now." Regina replied tensely.
"Oh yeah, I'm," coughing, she turned to the stove, "really sick, that flu is mean as fuck."
Regina shook her head, at Emma's poor acting. "Drop it, Miss Swan. Why are you really avoiding me?"
Emma froze; her blood ran cold.
"I'm not..." - "Do not dare to lie to me - again." Regina interrupted angrily.
The blonde squeezed her eyes shut, grabbing the edge of the stove for support.
"Is it because of Graham?"
Sudden confusion clouded Emma's panic attack as she turned to the brunette. "What?"
"You are not stupid, Emma. And when that idiot dropped our 'monthly briefing' I thought you would figure." The Mayor explained uncomfortably.
"Oh...oh that, no...I mean, yeah it's weird, but it is yours and Graham's business." Emma rasped, managing to breathe easier.
Regina smiled briefly, when her eyes wandered down to her hands. "That is quite the relief, Miss Swan."
Emma swallowed, not missing the way Regina's body relaxed or her threatening demeanor vanished. It looked like Regina was genuinely worried.
"But there is another reason, give me a second." Emma left the kitchen.
When she was back, she took the empty chair and shifted closer to the brunette.
"Okay this will probably change everything. Let me say, I didn't know and I do not intend to hurt anyone involved." Emma whispered, he voice shaking.
She handed Regina the file.
The Mayor looked worriedly at Emma, as she flipped the folder open.
"You are his Mother?" She whispered after some torturing minutes.
"Yeah..."
"But it was a closed adoption? How did get these?" Regina rasped, her voice strained.
"Someone dropped them off, no name or address. I seriously have no idea who that was." Emma explained nervously.
"Look I could understand if you want me to leave. I rather not, but I would -"
"Do you want to take him away from me?" Regina's shaking voice interrupted her.
"What? God no! You're his Mother, I'm just...someone who couldn't take care of him." By then both women were crying, neither aware of it.
"I need some time, Miss Swan." Regina got up, taking the file with her.
Emma watched the brunette leaving the loft. She wiped her tears furiously away. She felt exhausted.
Straw tickled her bare thigh, as she moved teasingly beneath the woman. She ran her fingers through thick brown locks.
A moan escaped her throat.
A cold breeze touching their heated skin.
"We need to be quieter." A raspy voice appeared above her, caressing Emma's cheek.
"I love you..." Emma breathed, seeking the brunette's lips.
Regina stilled her movements, looking lovingly at Emma. "I love you too and no one will take this away from us. I will always find you."
Emma's eyes jerked open, sitting straight up. Her heart was beating rapidly, her core aching uncomfortably. "What the fuck is wrong with me?"
