Drabble as an answer to the prompt: I'm pregnant.
Mary Margaret found her sitting alone in her bedroom. She hadn't been the only one to notice the disappearance of the blonde from the party, as soon as certain blue eyed man crossed their front door with a brunette hanging from his arm.
Mary Margaret wasn't certain of what had happened between Emma and him, but she wasn't blind; she knew Emma had feelings for him. The kind of feelings Emma doesn't even dare to speak about. While she was sure her best friend was hurt, it wasn't like Emma to hide from Killian's newest conquest, she usually would pretend she wasn't bothered, and had even made friends with a blonde Killian had dated once. So to say that she was surprised by Emma's reaction would be an understatement, "maybe she was ready to confess her feelings?" Mary Margaret's wondered as she walked towards her friend.
As she got closer to her she distinguished puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks, with concerned she sat next to Emma on the bed and held the woman's shaking hands.
"Emma… what is it?"
The blonde forced herself to look at her friends face before whispering; "I'm pregnant."