*Just a quick short note before we begin. I'd like to thank my reviewers, and the people who put the story on favorites and alerts. But to the people who have done either of the latter two and not the first I ask kindly for you to review and give me your ideas please. Now on with the story.*

Time

It had been a few carefully analyzed months since Emma told Henry about her pregnancy, she was now five months along. And as her stomach slowly grew, her work days became more quiet and her antics seemed to decrease.

That's something that worries a mayor, you know.

"Pretty soon you're going to have to ask her for maternity leave." Mary Margaret advised as she sat alongside Emma on their couch, each sipping hot chocolate with their cinnamon on top.

"Who are you talking about?" Emma asked quietly, putting her mug on the coffee table and her hands onto her ever growing baby bump.

"Regina." Mary Margaret said plainly, pushing her mug beside Emma's and lifting them one at a time to slide coasters under each. "Who else would I be talking about?"

"I tuned out." Emma admitted as she leaned back onto one of the couch cushions. Her blonde hair was braided and tossed carelessly over one shoulder, a simple gray tee shirt pulled tightly across her body, gray sweats perfect for her day off. Mary Margaret rolled her eyes.

"Maternity leave. We were talking about your leave." Mary Margaret stated, pushing her dark bangs away from her eyes.

"I'm the sheriff, the only person even in law enforcement in Storybrooke." Emma explained. "I don't get the luxuries of leave."

"Then what are you going to do when you have the baby? Hmm?" This came across a little meaner than it was meant, Emma could tell it wasn't meant meanly by the raised eyebrow and the small grin she wore. "You can't just raise a baby in an office."

"People are always telling me what I can't do, Mary Margaret. Sometimes it's just nice to prove them all wrong." Mary Margaret's head turned to the side. "Before I had Henry, I was told I could never do anything right. Once I had Henry, I was told I could never live without him. Apparently I can do SOMETHING right, or else I wouldn't be back here, protecting him from harm."

"So you think that you're here to protect him from REGINA." And how right she was.

"I have an appointment to go to." Emma stood and prepared to leave.

"I can drive you over there, if you don't want to just walk." Mary Margaret offered kindly.

"It's not exactly in my walking distance."

"Of course it is! We walk by the hospital on our way to Granny's..." Emma gave her a glare. "But you're not talking about Storybrooke."

"I'm covering my tracks." Emma told her. "The less Regina knows the less she can take from me."

"It's only time before she finds out anyways Emma." Emma bit her lip. "Unless you have an alibi."

"I kinda... sorta... told her YOU were pregnant." Mary Margaret's jaw dropped.

"Me? Pregnant?" She stifled a laugh. "I may be a teacher, but it doesn't mean I'm cut out to be a mother." She twirled her hair around her finger. "I can't ever imagine myself as a parent."

Emma reached for her keys off the table, Mary Margaret grabbed her hand. "I'm taking you to Storybrooke for your appointment, okay?"

There was no sense in arguing with your roommate.

*Hat Trick was an almost reassuring episode, wasn't it? I like that we have three awake people, Emma being... confusing and Mary Margaret saving her daughter! I think we're close to a wake-up! And if not, there will be some in my story :) review!*