Hi everyone! Hope everybody's doing well. Sorry it's been a while since I updated.

P.S. Has anyone been watching season 6 so far? I love all the Killian and Belle stuff going on (and Captain Swan, of course)

Emma was doing homework in her room when there was a knock on her door. "Emma, can I talk to you?" Mrs. Nolan came in. Emma nodded. She cleared space on the bed for Mrs. Nolan to sit.

"What's up? Is something wrong?"

"No, everything's fine. I just have some news to share with you." She put a hand on her stomach. "I'm pregnant."

Emma's eyes widened. "What?" Mrs. Nolan smiled. "Congratulations!" She leaned over to hug her foster mother.

"Thank you. Dave and I are really excited about this"

Mr. Nolan stuck his head in the door. "Did you tell her?" He was grinning.

"Congrats," Emma said with a smile.

"Do you have a lot of homework tonight? We want to go out to celebrate"

"No I'm almost done,"

Mrs. Nolan stood up. "Then we'll leave you to it. We can go out when you're done."

"Okay. I'm really happy for you guys," Emma told them. The Nolans left Emma to finish her homework. She sat there thinking about what had just happened. There was a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. Her foster parents were having a baby. Once the baby was born, they wouldn't want her anymore. It was just like when she was little: the family had their own kid and wouldn't want her anymore. They'd kick her out because they had something new, something that was theirs. That's all she ever was: someone's second choice. Why would they want some random teenager if they had their own baby to take care of? A part of her knew that wasn't true. If the Nolans wanted to get rid of her, they would have already. But Emma hadn't had many people in her life who cared about her, so she had a tendency to believe the worst in people.

"Well, there's nothing I can do now," Emma muttered to herself. She took a deep breath and tried to focus on her homework.

"You're early," Elsa observed as Emma came through the door. "Crew has the stage for another half hour."

"Really? Damn." Emma looked at the schedule on the wall. "Well, since I'm here, do you need any help?"

Elsa smiled. "Grab a brush. I'm working on your house." The two got to work, Emma trying to paint as well as her friend. "So how are rehearsals going?"

Emma snorted. "You should know you go to most of them."

"But I'm not paying attention to you; I'm doing tech stuff."

"We sing, we dance, we fight with our castmates. What else is there to know?" Emma answered. Elsa laughed.

"Hey, Elsa? Where do you want this stuff?" A girl carrying large boards asked.

"Over by August. Do you need help with those?"

"I can manage." The girl walked away.

Emma chuckled. "Mulan never fails to impress me."

"Seriously, she's the strongest person here. Don't tell the boys," Elsa commented. She glanced at Emma; she had seemed off the past couple days. She was worried, but didn't want to push Emma. "Do you think the show's going well?"

"I guess,"

"Killian not giving you too much trouble?"

"Not anymore than usual," Emma grumbled.

Elsa put her brush down. Emma not taking an opportunity to complain about Killian? Something must really be wrong. "Ok, what's going on?"

"Nothing"

"Emma, talk to me. Something's wrong."

"Mary Margaret's pregnant,"

Elsa blinked. All of a sudden Emma's behavior started making sense. "And you're worried they won't want you anymore."

Emma nodded. "And I'm happy for them, really. I know they've been trying for a while. But what if they kick me out?"

Elsa put a hand on her friend's shoulder. "No one's kicking you out. The Nolans love you; you know that. They're not just going to send you away. And even if they do, you won't be out on the streets."

"Yes I will."

"No, you won't. Even if they do kick you out, which they won't, you can come live with me. Okay?"

"Your parents wouldn't-"

"Yes they would. You've got people looking out for you here. Don't forget that."

"Okay," Emma took a deep breath. "Sorry."

"Emma, you have nothing to apologize for. You're scared. It's okay." Elsa gave her friend a reassuring hug. They turned back to the set. "But I've gotta ask, how do you know they've been trying to get pregnant?"

"I got home from rehearsal early one day while they were, you know"

Elsa's eyes widened. "No way," she started giggling.

"Not funny!"

"We've all been there, Ems. At least you weren't 10 like Anna was."

Now it was Emma's turn to be shocked. "She was 10?"

"Not a good day in our house. I think that's why they let her get a cat." Elsa laughed. "Now go wash your hands. The rest of the cast will be here in five minutes."

"All right. Thanks Elsa." Emma smiled in gratitude.

"Anytime," Elsa replied. Emma got up and started walking away. There was still a part of her that was worried, but she knew that she had people who would be there for her.