Might as well get as much writing done before my winter break ends! Thanks for reading and love reading comments! I didn't think anyone would read this, so appreaciated! xoxo-Madeline
Emma listens to her family as they hound her with questions of the wish realm. They're all trying to distract her from the fact there's a grown man baby on the hunt to murder her. She doesn't even know when he'll strike.
The only thing she knows is that she feels like she's about to pass out. She shifts in the booth, causing Hook to take notice of her uneasiness. "Emma?"
She shakes her head. "I'm fine; I'm just tired and want to go home."
David watches his daughter from across the table with worry in his eyes. "You should get some rest, Emma."
"I think I'll get going. I'm glad you and mom broke the curse. I don't understand how, but I'm glad."
Mary Margaret puts her hand over David's. "One second I was asleep and then I was awake. At the same time David was. We don't know how it happened either."
Emma slides out of the both, trying her best to regain her composure. Hook starts to get up, but she stops him. "I need be alone for some time."
Hook hesitates. "That's not a good idea, Swan."
"I just…please."
Not liking it, Hook sits back down, watching as Emma exits the diner. She walks to the convenient store with her arms wrapped around her waist. She can't believe what she's about to do, but she knows this isn't some stomach pain. As much as she wants to deny it, it isn't the common flu that she hopes it is. The feeling was one she remembers while locked up in prison.
Making sure nobody sees her, she sneaks to the feminine products. Her hands shake as she reaches for a pregnancy test. Her stomach twists and a tear springs to her eye.
"Emma," a voice says from behind her.
She jumps, startled at the voice. Turning to see who caught her with the pregnancy test in hand, she's relieved to see it be Archie. He's one of the only habitants of Storybrooke who won't blab their mouth upon seeing her with pregnancy tests in hand. "Archie, you scared me."
"How are you?" he asks, looking pointedly at the pregnancy tests.
Emma bites down on her lip. "I honestly don't know. A lot has been happening and now this," she gestures to the box. "This couldn't come at a more stressful time."
Archie's eyes are sad. "You know my office is always open, Emma. With your visions and now possibly expecting a child, I think it's important that you have someone to talk to. Sometimes even those closest to us won't be able to help."
Emma nods her head, willing the tears she feels to go away. She will not cry. "Thank you. Excuse me, I have to-" she doesn't finish her sentence because he nods in an understanding way.
Paying quickly, she heads to her bug which is thankfully where she left it before she got swept away by a magic lamp. She lets out a loud sigh at the recent events. Just another day of being the Savior. Nothing is ever simple. Nothing will ever be simple again. Unfortunately, simplicity doesn't exist when you're the Savior. Everyone else gets their happy endings but the Savior.
Arriving at her and Hook's house. She drops the bag on the kitchen counter and takes the box upstairs to her bathroom. The covers are untouched, as if Hook didn't bother to sleep while she was gone. Then again, she was only gone about a day Storybrooke time. Hook was probably on the Jolly Roger, clearing his head.
Emma looks into the mirror. Her hair is done in a braid that Princess Emma fashioned. She unties it from her hair, letting her waves cascade down her back. The makeup she's wearing is not how Storybrooke Emma would apply. It's exactly how a precious princess would apply it: rosy cheeks, red lips and light eye shadow.
"Okay," she takes the stick out of the box. "Maybe it's a false alarm. Maybe it's just food poisoning or something."
She takes the test and lies it on a tissue on the sink to wait for the results. To keep herself busy, Emma walks down to the kitchen to start brewing a cup of coffee. She reaches for the caffeinated coffee, but thinks about the test upstairs and grabs the decafe coffee instead.
Watching as the last drop of coffee drips into the coffee pot, she lets it cool and walks back upstairs. She sucks in a breath, but then she hears the front door open and the sound of Hook calling for her. Panicking, she holds the test behind her back as Hook peeks his head into the bathroom.
"Are you okay?"
Clamping her mouth, she nods. "Yeah."
He regards her warily, not believing her response. "Emma, I know when you're lying to me. I think you forget, love, that I'm actually quite perceptive."
She rolls her eyes at him. "Killian…I'll be out in a second, okay?"
He closes the door behind him and she looks down at the test. Two pink lines. Emma covers her mouth with her hand, suppressing the sob she feels rising from within her. This cannot be happening. Wordlessly and noiselessly dropping to the ground, she presses both of her hands against her head. Shaking it off, she buries the test under tissues in the wastebasket. Now's not the time to drop this bomb on Hook. Plus, it's too early. Pregnancy tests aren't always known to be one hundred percent accurate. She'll schedule an appointment with Whale next week to make sure she really is pregnant.
Hook is taking off his shoes on the bed when she walks out of the bathroom. Crawling across the bed to rest her head on his shoulder from behind, she lets out a content sigh. "I missed you."
Hook shifts slightly. "I'm so glad you're okay."
Emma kisses his neck. "You were there you know."
He turns around and Emma leans back against the head board as she watches Hook move to her side. "I was?"
Emma laughs lightly, remembering the wish realm version of Hook she met. "Remember the version of you when we went back in time?"
"Remember? Love, that was who I was."
She runs her hand over his vest, and he catches her hand in his, threading their fingers together. He presses a kiss to her hand. "Well, you were like that in this realm too. Except-" she swallows, the pain of meeting wish realm Hook all too vivid in her head. "You couldn't stand me or even look at me."
A tear slides down her cheek. Hook's eyes look down at their entwined hands. "He seems like a sad excuse of a man. Swan, you're back. That life doesn't matter. This is your life. Here and now. You're stuck with me."
The tears pour from her tear ducts, unable to hide the stress she feels for much longer. "I was afraid I was never going to see you again. When I did wake up from everything, it's when I met you. I thought I was never going to see you again. You were engaged!" She chokes out.
He gathers her in his arms, letting her cry onto his shoulder. His hand runs through her hair, and she continues to whimper against him. She cries until she falls asleep and Hook tucks her under the covers. He slips off the bed to use the bathroom. As he walks inside, he notices a box on the bathroom sink.
Picking up the box, he reads it. "Bloody hell."