"Is she awake?" Peter asked Emma as he entered the apartment. He took his coat off and glanced at Mary Margaret's still form on the bed.
"Yea, but then again who knows anymore." Emma said, her tone laced with frustration. She moved aside the counter to allow Peter to put the bag and coffees missed Mary Margaret and she longed for a girls night, although she didn't admit it. It was hard to be there for a friend when the friend that needed you the most didn't want you. Emma took the Styrofoam cup of Granny's bold coffee and took the containers out of the bag while Peter got plates and silverware out.
"Thanks for getting breakfast." Emma whispered "How much do I owe you?"
"Not a penny. It's on me." Peter handed her a fork.
"You sure?" Emma asked, taking the fork and handing him napkins.
"Yes." He nodded and put Mary Margaret's food on a plate.
"I don't care what Mary Margaret says, you can stay as long as you want." Emma said.
"Good because I plan on staying her for a while." He laughed quietly.
"I'm going to see if maybe she wants to eat." Peter took the cup of coffee with his free hand.
"Good luck." Emma said, not joking.
"Honey?" Peter went to her side of the bed. Her eyes were close, her face pale, her breathing barely audible. He set the coffee down on the end table, Mary Margaret would usually hold up a coaster or put one herself if she saw the lack of one under a cup. Peter brushed a hand against her cheek.
"Mary Margaret?" he said softly. Mary Margaret didn't budge nor did she show any sign of acknowledgement of him. He placed a hand on her shoulder and gently shook him. Her eyes fluttered open and she took a deep breath in. So she had been asleep. Peter couldn't help but feel a little guilty for waking her up. Mary Margaret looked at him with the same blank expression she gave to him and Emma whenever they spoke to her.
"Hey, sweetheart," Peter smiled at her. "Good morning."
"Hi." She replied. Her voice was soft and full of sleep.
"You want some breakfast?" Peter lifted the plate up towards her. Mary Margaret looked at the plate for a moment then back at him.
"I'm not hungry." She shook her head.
"Mary Margaret, you really need to eat something."
"Why are you still here?" Mary Margaret's voice was cold. "Give up already. You're a doctor, can't you tell when there's no hope. Are you stupid? There is nothing here for you."
"That's not true and you know that." Peter snapped "You're just upset." His voice softened. "Now, please. Will you please sit up and eat something? For me.? I'm begging you."
"No." Mary Margaret said and rolled over, facing away from him. "You're just wasting your time."
With a frustrated sigh, Peter stood up and strode from the room. He set the plate down and hurried to the door, ripping his jacket off of the hanger and letting the door slam behind him as he left. Mary Margaret sat up; she had jumped when the door slammed loudly. Emma was standing in the kitchen.
"Where did he go?" Mary Margaret asked.
Emma turned, surprised to see Mary Margaret sitting up and talking. She walked over to Mary Margaret.
"I don't know." Emma answered.
"Is he coming back?" Mary Margaret questioned, biting her lip.
"I don't know." Emma crossed her arms. "But judging by the conversation you two just had I don't think he's coming back anytime soon and I don't necessarily blame him either."
Mary Margaret slowly nodded. "It's for the best."
"What is?" Emma frowned.
"Him leaving." Mary Margaret shrugged softly.
"How could you say that? Why would that be best? No it would not." Emma disagreed.
"Yes It would be. I can't have kids-
-you can." Emma interrupted, " But it will be hard. But you can."
"Near impossible. Peter deserves to have his own kids. I can't give that to him. You know that."
"No I don't" Emma sat down beside Mary Margaret. "I don't know if you will, but I do know that you both care about each other very much and you can work it out. You two can overcome anything. He told me he would rather adopt or die trying for kids than lose you."
Tears instantly welled up in Mary Margaret's eyes. "He did?" Emma's eyes told her she wasn't lying but she asked anyways.
Emma nodded. "I'm surprised you guys haven't said the "L" word yet, but he did say that. Don't give up on him. He would never give up on you."
"But..I…its just…He'll never…." Mary Margaret felt tears pour down her cheeks.
Emma took her hand. "Yes. He will and you will too. Whether it is a biological child or a helpless child in need of a good family, you both will happen."
"I lost my baby." Mary Margaret sobbed.
"No." Emma lifted her chin. "It wasn't. It was just a fertilized egg- a fetus. It was not a baby. It was no one's fault that this happened, Mary Margaret. It happens. Stop blaming yourself because you didn't do anything to cause this alright? It just wasn't meant to be."
Mary Margaret nodded and hugged Emma. "Thank you."
"No problem. I'm always going to be here for you. You know that. Whenever you need me. I'm just a room or a phone call- or txt away." Emma smiled. Mary Margaret sniffled and a few minutes passed before Mary Margaret let go.
"I should probably go find Peter and talk to him." Mary Margaret took a deep breath in.
"You probably should." Emma said.
"I'm going to go get cleaned up then I'll go find him and talk to him…" Mary Margaret voice trailed off.
"That would be a good idea." Emma smiled.
"Thank you Emma" Mary Margaret gave her a smile.
"Your welcome. Now go get your man." Emma shoved Mary Margaret's shoulder with hers.