A/N: I apologize that there was such a long period between the first chapter and this one! I needed to find the right time to write it...I also apologize that this chapter is shorter, but hopefully the next ones are more fruitful. Enjoy!
Mary Margaret always wanted children, even when she herself was a child. Her innate mothering instinct came out at various times throughout her life, whether she be healing a wounded animal in the Enchanted Forest or helping a friend through a rough time. When she fell in love with David, her feelings only hardened into an unremitting desire that always nagged at the back of her mind. Her life seemed nearly blissful when she carried Emma; she felt indescribably excited and whole, but Regina's threat hung heavy on her mind. The day that Emma was taken from her was undoubtedly the worst. Mary Margaret does not like to think of the brief joy that was cruelly ripped from her when David took Emma to safety, or the gaping and tormenting loneliness that almost broke her soul near the end of the magical warfare. She utterly loathed that day, and she loathed how she never had the opportunity to raise her daughter. Mary Margaret had so much love and wisdom to give, but she could not instill any of it onto Emma. Conversely, remorse filled her when she tried to imagine Emma's childhood, and the abandonment issues that stemmed from it.
This is why Mary Margaret felt extremely blessed to be pregnant. In truth, she knew the baby would cause some minor strife at first, but the baby gave her a second chance to be a mother. The idea of holding her newborn in her arms, waking up at 3 in the morning to care for it, teaching it to walk and talk, helping it through childhood, and watching it grow up to be a successful adult made her feel peacefully complacent. She would get to experience the things she missed with Emma with her one true love, and it would be sublime.
Despite the exciting news, Mary Margaret did not feel like having a family discussion about her pregnancy before she settled things with David, so she tried to cover up the situation as best as she could by plastering a smile on her face and bringing the trio's attention to the dinner she made. Luckily, it worked on Henry, but Emma was not as easy to fool. She stared at her mother with a look that seemed to say, "We will talk about this later."
"Thanks for making dinner, Mary Margaret. It looks delicious," Neal said in an overly polite way.
"Of course! It was not trouble at all," she responded sweetly, "If you would excuse us, David and I need to talk about something in private."
She took her husband by the hand and led him to their bedroom, where she shut the door quietly behind her. Mary Margaret stood there for a moment catching her breath before she turned around and looked at David. His expression was softer and more thoughtful than it had been a moment ago, and it took some worry off of her shoulders.
"I know that wasn't the most ideal way to tell you," Mary Margaret started rather weakly, "but I was so overwhelmed that I-"
"I know. I'm sorry that I snapped at you," he said as he walked toward her and took her face in his hands.
"Hey," he whispered as he wiped a tear rolling down her face, "I love you, and I am incredibly happy that we're having a baby."
"Really?"
"Really," he said firmly, "and I'm going to love this kid so much. We'll have the family we've always wanted. We'll have our happy ending."
The two looked at each other with immense amount of love in their eyes; it was that gentle kind of gaze that reminded them how much they cared for one another. They kissed tenderly; her soft, full lips meeting his rough ones, and when they broke apart, David looked at her and put his hand gingerly on her stomach. She returned his action by placing her own hand on top of his. In this moment, everything was perfect. Love radiated from the couple and from the baby that had been created from such pure love.
They sat like that for a while, until Marry Margaret looked towards the kitchen with a troubled expression.
"How are we going to tell Emma, though?"
"We'll find a way," David responded.
"I'm just worried if she'll be mad or upset. David, this baby is going to have a childhood she never had. I don't know if that will affect her negatively…"
He looked at her sympathetically and took her in his arms. "She'll be okay," he reassured her, "After all, she is your daughter."
Mary Margaret smiled up at her husband and snuggled further into his chest, trying to forget about her immediate troubles and focusing on his rhythmic breathing.