Emma was in a state of bliss. She was practically glowing, and Killian took every opportunity to remind her how beautiful she looked. He was also very fussy and overprotective; after all, no matter how much he was on Team Baby, he still had no idea what pregnancy was really like for women (like most men). Emma had to constantly remind him that she was fully capable of walking around and doing things like normal, she just shouldn't be running around and chasing monsters. At six months, her stomach was huge; she looked ready to pop though she had another three months to go. Her pirate quite enjoyed the enormity of her stomach, as he found it a handy table for when they would snuggle and watch the moving-picture box (as he called it), as well as a comfortable pillow for when he just wanted to feel her chest expand and contract with each breath and feel the baby kick. He had never experienced anything quite this magical before. When the baby would get particularly feisty he would sing old sea shanties and nursery rhymes his mother had sung him when he couldn't sleep. His deep, melodic voice, full of love and wonder, soothed the little critter and it's mother as well, often causing her to fall into a peaceful sleep.

Never had Emma been so happy. She was surrounded by those who loved her and she loved them all back. More often than not she thought back to her first pregnancy, which had been the complete opposite. Eighteen year-old Emma had been an abandoned orphan in jail, with no friends, no family, and only fear, anger, and pain in her heart. She was so hurt she often imagined her heart being rotten and spoilt, which would cause her to wonder how something so dead inside could even be cultivating life in her belly. As she curled up on her prison bunk at night she imagined she could feel the rot spreading to curl around the baby, punching holes in it's heart like life had done to her.

Luckily, her baby boy had been healthy, and her heartache and misery had left Henry untouched, though it came to visit him later in life. Now, however, she was focused on doing things right for a change; she would keep this baby, love it, cherish it, and make it part of her family.

But in order for a family to function, it needed food. "Killian, the fridge is completely empty!"

"You're the one who keeps eating everything in it, love."

"Oi! It's not me, I'm telling you, it's the baby!"

"Whatever you say, Swan."

Grumbling, she said, "Alright, whatever, I'm going to the store to restock the fridge. Do you need anything?"

"Hey ho hey!" Killian exclaimed as he came rushing over. "What do you think you're doing?!"

"I'm…going to the store? To buy groceries? Killian, I can handle walking down the street and buying groceries, you know. It doesn't involve any running, shooting, or magic wielding (unless I need extra help with carrying the bags). So I'm going." Killian started to protest again, but she cut him off. "No. Shh. I'm going! Bye, love you." She said in a rush as she threw on her coat, ran out the door and closed it behind her before he could stop her or throw a hissy fit. "I love him, but he is one paranoid pirate," she chuckled to herself as she walked down the stairs and emerged onto the quiet street. It wasn't a particularly short walk to the store, but it's not like it would be particularly exerting to carry some groceries while walking at a slow pace. Besides, she figured the fresh air could do her some good.

"Thanks," she waved to the grocery store clerk as she opened the door, jangling the bell. Unfortunately, by waving goodbye to the clerk, she failed to see the dark-haired woman who was about to enter the store.

"Watch it," Regina said with a biting tone.

"Oh, uh, sorry, Regina." Emma really wasn't in the mood for a fight with the mayor today, especially after hearing the acid in her tone. She still felt guilty about the whole Marian debacle, but had decided to put it behind her and not dwell on it too much, what with her pregnancy occupying most of her time.

"Apology not excepted" Regina said as she crinkled her nose in that way of hers.

Suddenly, Emma felt tired of being kind. "You know what Regina, you might want to start being civil with me. Robin made his choice, Roland has his mother back, and I saved a woman whom you killed in the past. And I won't ever apologize for saving her life. I couldn't have known what would happen when I would bring her back to Storybrooke. Robin is an adult and he made his own decision to stick with his family; a family you took away from him in the first place. I'm still the mother of your son, and we're going to be in each others lives for a very long time. So either you put on a good face and pretend to not hate me, or things will get much, much uglier."

Emma had no idea how angry she was at being treated like crap for the past eighteen months, so she was surprised when all that came tumbling out of her mouth. However, she refused to take it back and show the other woman any weakness.

"Well, well, Ms. Swan, looks like the wizard gave you some courage."

"It wasn't courage I needed, Regina, it was forgiveness. But I never expected to get it from you, so I decided to forgive myself."

"And what makes you think you deserve that forgiveness; forgiveness that you can just bestow upon yourself? It has to be earned, and what have you done to earn any forgiveness?" She smiled viciously at Emma as she said, "You got yourself knocked up, and suddenly you have a brand new look on life, is that it? You think you've been cleansed of all sins because of the innocence in there." She poked her stomach. "Don't fool yourself, Savior," she hissed, "you're no innocent yourself. After all, you gave birth to my son in prison, and then you gave him up. The only ounce of motherhood you have in your body I gave to you in the form of memories. When push comes to shove, how do you know you'll be able to actually take care of a child? Or will you just abandon this one as well? You've known nothing but pain and have unapologetically caused it yourself, so what makes you think that you can save your baby from any pain, too? You're no savior, Emma Swan. You're no mother either. You ruin lives and pretend you've fixed them. Good luck raising your baby. It won't be long before you've ruined her life, too, if you haven't already," she ended with a sneer.

Emma couldn't help but stare at the woman in horror, mortified at the things she just said to her. She'd never been that cruel for as long as she'd known her, and she'd toned down the emotional torture of her victims ever since she dropped the "Evil Queen" moniker. Rage quickly replaced Emma's horror, and she hissed through clenched teeth "Get. Out. Of. My. Face."

Regina started to move away from Emma and towards the grocery shop's door, but then turned around to say one last thing. "Oh, and I forgot to say, congratulations on the baby." She then cackled and disappeared into the shop, the cheerful noise of the bell sharply contrasting her maniacal laugh.

Emma stood there for a moment with her grocery bags, breathing heavily. Sparks lanced off her curled fingers and up her arms. The plastic bags crashed to the asphalt outside the shop and cartons of yoghurt splattered onto the pavement where the bag was torn. "Shit." She had melted the plastic handles and ruined the bags, and she seriously did not want to go back in the store and risk running into Regina again, so she threw the broken yoghurt cartons away and used her magic to lift the bags as she made her way home.

Emma was sitting on the couch, feeling the baby kick. She stroked her stomach, letting her tears fall down on her bare skin. "I'm sorry you wound up with a mother like me," she whispered to her unborn child. "You deserve so much better." Regina's words had hurt her more than she had initially thought, and when she had come back to the apartment she replayed what the mayor had said to her over and over in her mind. She's right…the pain I've felt in my life will only end up hurting you, she thought to herself.

Just then the door opened and Killian came back from whatever errand he had run. "Emma, love, what's the matter?" he asked, immediately picking up on the tension in her shoulders and the sad expression on her face. "Is something wrong with the baby?" He dropped the paper bag he had in his hands and rushed over to her, dropping to his knees in front of her and taking her hands in his. "Talk to me Emma." He stroked her hands, trying to coax her to open up to him like he had had to do on so many countless occasions.

"I ran into Regina today…she was, well, she was Regina, but worse. She was just awful. But she spoke the truth. She reminded me of something."

"What, love?" he smiled at her, prompting her to go on.

"That I'm broken. I abandoned my child. What kind of mother am I to have done that?"

"Oh Emma please not this again! You know that that was a mistake and you've spent enough of your life regretting that. Henry's forgiven you; you just need to forgive yourself. You wanted to give him his best shot, remember? That's what we all know. And I just know that this baby's best shot," he paused, placing both her hands on her stomach with his on top of hers, "is with you. With us."

Emma looked up at him, her emotions a storm inside of her, and she felt a buzzing in her skin and all over her body. Her magic was squirming, wriggling to burst free, and she knew it would if she didn't control her emotions. "Killian…" she put her hand on the side of his face. "I just don't want her to get hurt. I don't want her to feel any pain."

He was about to reply with "But that's not something that is entirely in your control", but was interrupted with a cry from Emma's lips. Electricity had zapped down her spin and had coiled in her belly. It hadn't hurt, but it had certainly taken her by surprise. "Emma?" Killian looked at her with a concerned and questioning expression.

She shook her head, telling him she was okay. "I'm fine, my magic just—AH!" This time she was definitely not okay. Emma felt sharp pains originating in her stomach and she gripped Killian as a wave of nausea hit her. She hunched over her stomach in pain.

"Emma! Tell me what's happening!"

"The baby…" she whispered simply, denial causing her to shake her head. "No, no, it might be nothing," she tried to convince herself.

Killian was about to agree and reassure her when his eyes widened in horror as he watched blood blossom on the fabric of Emma's skirt between her legs. She gingerly reached down inside her skirt and pulled her hand out, revealing blood.

At the hospital, Emma wept silently into her pillow as Killian spoke quietly with Dr. Whale and Mother Superior outside her room. "I don't know what could have caused it, her body seems to be in perfect condition."

"So…it was a miscarriage then. She is no longer with child?" Killian asked, the sorrow evident in his voice.

"I'm afraid so," Whale answered solemnly. "I must tell you, though, there was something strange about the tests."

"What is it? What do they say?"

"Well that's the thing. Nothing. The tests didn't give us any answers, whatsoever. It obvious from a physical examination just performed by us that she's alright and healthy, but when we use our machinery no results are given."

"What does that mean? How is that…how is that possible?!" Killian asked. "I know nothing of most of the machinery you have in this world but I know for certain that getting no results is impossible."

"Not…impossible" Mother Superior spoke up. Killian turned to her, as if noticing she was there for the first time. Why is she here? he wondered sluggishly in his shocked state.

"There is one reason that I know of that could have caused both her miscarriage and the test failures," Blue continued.

"Well?" Killian asked impatiently, urgent to get back to comforting his love, his Emma.

"Her magic, Captain. Emma's magic caused her miscarriage. I'm afraid Emma killed her baby."