I'm back! I hope you're ready for another chapter. I've seen some emails from around one in the morning, so I'll take a good guess that there are a fair amount of readers on fanfiction right now. This is the time skip I've been talking about for so long! I'm so excited! I loved writing little Emma, but I didn't know if it sounded little kid-ish enough. So now Emma is eighteen, and guess where *answer within the third sentence*? Here is the chapter!

Twelve Years Later…

Emma's POV

Positive. I thought in disbelief, looking down at the pregnancy test. Oh, shit. I'm in jail and I'm pregnant? This would only happen to me.

Suddenly, a warden came in my cell with an envelope. The kind you sent a small package in. Who would send me a package? The only person who cared about me outside of Storybrook was probably in Canada, running from ending up the same way that I was. I didn't even use my phone call. I had no one to call. I couldn't tell my dad that I ended up in jail for possession of stolen property.

"I have to open this in front of you. Regulation. You know anyone in Phuket?" The warden asked, and I just shook my head. I didn't know anyone besides Neal and the people of Storybrook. I just knew that Phuket was an island somewhere in Asia. The warden reached into the envelope and pulled out a key ring with a key and a keychain on it. The key and swan keychain were heart achingly familiar.

"Looks like you get a car when you get out." The warden announced, and I thought of the yellow bug that I had stolen. I only had half a heart attack when a guy popped up in the backseat, telling me I could just ask for the key. I tried to sound tough, but the effort was wasted when my voice started to shake. The other half of the heart attack came when a cop pulled me over. When car guy said that I was his girlfriend, I was ready to punch him and run. Of course, that would look slightly suspicious to the cop, so I restrained myself.

I learned his name was Neal. He was a criminal, but he was so good that he was never caught. He even wanted to settle down with me, marry me. It was the only time that I was truly in love. It was amazing. There aren't any words to describe it. Then came the day that I helped Neal steal watches from a train station. I waited at the train tracks at nine o'clock, just like he told me too. Then the cop showed up. It was a disaster. That's why I was here. Neal set me up.

"And a baby. Congratulations." The warden said, leaving the cell. I was left alone, just the way I liked it. Everyone thought that I wanted friends, tons of them, but the truth was that I just wanted to be left alone.

Oh, God. What I am going to do? I thought, looking down at my stomach. I was probably one month along, and I had eleven months in here. I couldn't take care of a baby here, I wasn't even sure I could keep it. Besides, I was eighteen. My boyfriend took off on me, taking any hope of having a home. Those watches were our only real money. There was really no way to raise a kid here. I couldn't give them a good life, and I didn't want them to grow up the same way I did, without one parent and bored out of my mind.

I had to give this baby up for adoption.

I would make sure that the baby had the best home possible, or at least the best home I could the baby. I wouldn't put this poor baby through reliving my life. It wasn't the baby's fault that it got the sucky short end of the stick to have me for its mom.

I resolved to get permission to have adoptions for the baby from the warden. I needed the baby to have the perfect life. Two loving parents that had lots of money, could give the kid all the opportunities in the world. This kid was going to have the best life that any kid could have, except maybe a millionaire's kid. Hell, if a millionaire wants to adopt this kid, I'll give them the kid.

I started picturing the perfect family, just like I used to do when I was a kid. Instead of my family, though, it was this kid's family. I pictured the kid as a boy, who looked more like Neal than me. I hoped the kid looked more like Neal; I wasn't much to look at. I pictured the kid's mom, a skinny, dark-haired woman. She looked a woman that grew up on the edges of my life, always scowling at me from my peripheral vision. I never knew what she had against me, but I would get glimpses of memories of her being nice to me. Then, the memory would fade away, and I would forget it. I had determined that my mind blocked out the memories of this woman, and I wondered why. I couldn't even remember her name now, a year away from Storybrook. I know it started with an R. Rachel, maybe?

Anyway, the kid's father was a dependable person, someone who you could always turn to. Someone who would always love his wife, no matter hell or high water. He would always be loyal to his family and put them first. He had dark hair just like the mother, but he was taller and sturdier, like he had been working out his whole life or something. I don't know why I was picturing these people. I wasn;t going to have contact with the baby after it was born. What could I do for it? If it was a girl, I'd probably only make her life worse. If it was a boy, then I was in a whole new ball park. I would leave everything to the baby's parents.

The lights suddenly went out in the prison, and that was my queue to climb into bed and fall asleep. I dreamed of the kid, watching it grow up from a distance, and I wasn't happy about it. But the kid was happy, and I was happy.

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Five Months Later…

I flipped through papers, all people that wanted to adopt my kid. I found out from a sonogram that it was a boy. I had so many applications that it had taken all day to skim through them for the important information. I had stopped reading about how badly they wanted to be parents, and why they had to adopt. It started to hurt too much after I reached the fifth infertile woman. I just started looking for where they were living, occupation, and their annual salary. I reached one name for a town that really struck me. I saw an adopter from Storybrook. My own hometown. How did anyone even find me? That town was so in the middle of nowhere that no one could leave.

I looked at the name, and something rang a bell in my head. Regina Mills. The name said. Occupation: Mayor. I remember only one thing about the Mayor. I only remembered that she came to speak at an assembly at school once when I was really young. First grade, second grade. She seemed pretty dependable, being the Mayor. She didn't have a husband, but that didn't

"I found her." I said to the unborn boy in my stomach. "I found your mom."

A/N: Did you guys like it? Tell me if you think I should just skip to Emma coming back to Storybrook or if I should show Emma's life in the city before the show starts! R&R!