Author's note: Hey guys! Awfully sorry I didn't post yesterday, but it was my B-Day, and with Christmas and all, I didn't have much time to write! So, I hope you don't mind too much ^^ Here's chapter 8 :D

Disclaimer: I unfortunately don't own anything, characters are the property of those two guys named Edward and Adam…

Chapter 8: Wonderful News

They still had to adapt to their new house, but they were happy to have a home for them and them only. It was a bit after the holidays, around the middle of January and it's been two weeks since Mary-Margaret woke up every morning with the need to throw up. She first blames the festivities and all the food she had had, but decided to take a test, when she was starting to have doubts. She was waiting for the result, not knowing what to think. They never really talked about having children. At least, not now. She looked down at the test, not knowing what she hoped for. Positive. She was pregnant. She stayed in the bathroom for a few more minutes, before she felt tears of joy rolling down her cheeks. She was pregnant! Mary-Margaret got up from where she was sitting hurried down to the living-room, where David just made his entrance and a genuine smile appeared on both their faces when they saw each other.

"I have something to tell you" they said in unison, but Mary-Margaret told him to go first and he suddenly looked embarrassed.

"Well, I don't know where to start, nor do I how to… It's been a long time since we know each other and in this time, you've always been there for me as I've always been there for you and will continue to for as long as you want me. Right now, I do hope you'll answer positively to what I about to ask you, otherwise I'm going to pass for a complete idiot. So, what I'd like – love – to know, is if you, Mary-Margaret Blanchard, would like to marry me?" David asked nervously.

"I would not like to. I would love to!" she replied throwing herself at his neck and kissing him. A few minutes later, they broke apart and David inquired on what she wanted to tell him. "You know I've been feeling sick those past two weeks?" he nodded "Well, I started to have doubts on whether it was really because of the food, or because of something else, you know… We may, or may not have been that careful and I may or may not be pregnant" she paused for a second and spoke again. "In fact, I am…"

She wore in this moment, she had never seen his eyes sparkling that much before. He took his wife-to-be in his arms to spin her around, whispering happy 'we're having a baby' in the shell of her ear, while her laughter filled the room.

Of course, they were at Emma's the next hour to spread those wonderful news and she was pretty much convinced, knowing her sister better than she knew herself, that the whole world would be aware of her pregnancy and engagement the following day. She was happy for them, truly, but all this sickly-sweet demonstration of love was making her indeed, sick. Sick and guilty. She shouldn't be guilty, she shouldn't feel guilty, but she did. She did and it was eating her up a bit more every day. She and Killian hadn't spoken to each other in weeks, except when they were shooting. Not even behind the scenes. There were glances that were casted to see how the other was doing, but nothing else. They had become strangers to each other again.

Emma didn't even move when she heard three light knocks on the door. Nor did she when the said door opened and closed again and her sister went to sit beside her. She only reacted when she felt Mary-Margaret hugging her.

"What's it Emmy?" she pondered, giving her the surname she had found her when Emma was ten and she was thirteen.

"Nothing…" she lied.

"Being good at spotting lies, does not mean you're good at telling them you know" Mary-Margaret stated. "So?"

"It's about Killian… I broke our deal."

"So you're not together anymore?"

"We never had been"

"Do you regret it?"

"No. What I regret is being such a coward. And all this? This is his fault!" she said angrily, getting up.

"Killian's?"

"No, not his" Emma answered and shot her sister a look that meant everything. It was one of those moments she let her guard down totally and Mary-Margaret was able to see all the pain that her sister's had been through surfacing again.

"Emmy… It'll be ok" she said softly.

"It's not Mary! It cannot be! Even if I wanted to trust him I couldn't! Just because of one stupid and complete idiot – and I know what I just makes no sense – broke me into pieces eleven years ago!" Great. Now she was crying. Tears of rage rolling down her cheeks.

"You should try to sleep a bit. You looked exhausted" Mary-Margaret advised her.

"Yeah… You're probably right. I'm going to do that"

The brunette left the room and got back to the living-room where David, Ruby and Henry were chatting. About an hour later, the future husband and wife went out to drink a coffee. They were casually talking when something or someone caught her attention. The said someone looked oddly like a person she knew, but she couldn't remember who. However, it didn't bother her much because she quickly got back into her conversation. It started to bother her when she thought she saw the man again later, like he was following them, but she didn't say a word.

It was about seven p.m. and she was preparing dinner while David was taking his shower. She thought about this guy, sure she knew him. She thought about everyone it could possibly be until it came at her like an arrow, making her drop the spoon she had in her hand.

"Mary-Margaret? You're ok?" David asked worriedly.

"Yeah, yeah, it's just…"

"Just what?"

"When we were into town earlier, there was a guy that caught my attention, like I knew him you see? I thought I must've not seen correctly and I didn't really care about it until I saw him again two or three times after that. He seemed really familiar, so I tried to recall who it could be, but I couldn't find until now."

"And? Who do you think he is? Should we call the police if he was following you?"

"If he is who I think he is, it's not me he was looking for. He really seemed lost" she said more to herself than to her fiancé.

"You didn't tell me who you thought he was?"

"If my guessing is right, I'd say it's Neal"

"Neal?" he said in shock. "As in…"

"As in Neal Cassidy, yeah, that one" she sighed sitting down on a kitchen chair.

"Should we call her or…" David started, but Mary-Margaret cut him off.

"No. Hell no. I'm not sure at all, there are high possibilities it is not him and even if it was him, maybe he is not even looking for her. So, no need to worry Emma. Not tonight."

David nodded and kissed his love's cheek before heading back into the bathroom and she got back to cooking dinner, hoping with all her heart she was wrong and that it was just a random man.

Author's note: I know it's short :( and it's really not the best thing I did, but this chapter was real hard for me to write :/ I'll try and make it better for the next one! Not sure I'll be able to post on Sunday though as I have big exams to revise for :( However I hope you liked it anyway :) Please leave a review xx

HAPPY (early) NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL! Lots of love 3