AN: I don't own Hustle, even though I would love to!
Please keep reading and reviewing it means the world to me. Sorry it was so late I've been on holiday in Europe, and then ive been catching up on my school work. Hopefully next chapter will be out in a couple of weeks after Exams!
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Two pairs of eyes stared at the vanity. Waiting, watching, scared at the prospect of the results. Emma had wound herself into a ball, shielding herself from the looming news. Would she be pregnant or not? Her whole life could change from the answer of the test.
She breathed in heavily, sighing, trying to release the tension coursing throughout her body. Mickey turned to face her. His face was expressionless, mixed emotions ran through his intelligent mind. A father, a person who would love this child with all his heart, to teach it to walk, talk, to be independent and honest and intelligent. But worry plagued his mind. Would he, Michael Stone be fit to raise a child. His life involved living outside of the law, where every moment could be his last. A life where he could be locked up in jail as the result from one bad move, one overseen moment which could see him behind bars for the rest of his life? His life of crime was no environment to bring up a child. The constant masking from the outside world,hidden behind names and alias tempting the richest of marks. The moment was bitter sweet, but he was intelligent. He loved Emma with every ounce of his body, enjoyed her warm smile, her loving embrace. He would be happy whatever the outcome, and he would change for the child, give it a better life than they ever had, the childhood which had caused them to become this.
A timer sounded. The constant beeping interrupting the quiet serenity of the en suite, pulling the couple out of their crowded thoughts. Mickey grasped Emma's dainty hand, and smiled. He was determined to support Emma, whatever the results. Emma's voice cracked the air, the quiet whisper sounding from her lips.
"Well, I guess we better look."
Mickey jumped up first, pulling Emma into a standing position. He then placed his hands of her cheeks, leant forwards and thrust his lips against hers. Poring every ounce of his love for her into the kiss. He bit on her lip, begging for entry. She let out a soft moan, opening her mouth allowing their tongues to dance in perfect sync. Her arms wrapped around his head, allowing her hands to caress through his hair. He abruptly stopped, pulling himself away from his girlfriend. He gestured towards the small white stick which was lying on the vanity. Worry washed over Emma's face. He turned to face her, guiding her chin upwards he placed his hands on her cheeks. He started to speak, carefully trying not to be distracted from her lips which he glanced at.
"You know Em, no matter what the result is. I still love you, ok! I love you so much, I can't even begin to describe what you mean to me. I'm so lucky to have you. So if we're gonna have a baby, well I couldn't imagine to have it with someone so amazing as you." He finished, swallowed and continued.
"And if you want to have it, I'll support you. If you want to give it away, even though it would break my heart, I would still support you. And if you want to..." He paused and glanced directly into her eyes. "I would still support you. Because I love you Emma Kennedy, and I will continue to love you for the rest of my life." He finished and placed a chaste kiss on her lips.
"So can we please find out, because the suspense is killing me!" She nodded. Holding hands they walked over to the vanity. Mickey reached out, turning over the white stick.
Plus. The pink plus sign, which would change their life. Pregnant. Emma Kennedy was pregnant with Mickey Stone's baby. Two grifters, were having a baby. Squeals erupted from their mouths, tightly wrapping their hands around each other. They stood in the middle of their en suite bathroom kissing each other. Mickey's arms softly touching Emma's stomach reaching out to their unborn child. The little blessing which would change their lives forever. Knocking interrupted their embrace. Emma placed her hands in Mickey's and pulled him out of the bathroom. Mickey picked up the small pregnancy test, and placed it in the pocket of his suit. He followed Emma into the living room, and sat down on the couch. The rest of their team faced the couple, questioning the happy smiles on their faces.
Ash was the first to speak, breaking the silence with filled the penthouse apartment.
"Ems you feelin' any better? Cause you didn't seem to good be'fore"
Sean was next to speak, he stood up and sat on the other side of Emma.
"Are you alright Em?" He asked. She breathed in and opened her mouth to speak, but she was cut off by her brother's constant worry.
"You just left before, came back and you've been in your room for hours with him." He emphasised the last part, even though he respected Mickey, Emma was still his sister and he still had to protect her. He had no idea what was wrong with his sister, and it terrified him. He couldn't lose the only family he had left. The person who had seen him at his worst, who had supported him from the worst of times. He was prepared to move heaven and earth for her, just to make her happy, and now she was sick. He wanted to take her to the best doctor in London, to find out what was wrong with her. Emma began to speak.
"Sean, please don't be hard on Mickey. I love him with all my heart, as much as I love you. So please for my sake, don't hurt him, I know you only want to protect me but we can settle this another way. I'm also feeling much better thank you. Actually better than good, I'm so happy this could be the happiest I ever been my whole life."
She squeezed Mickey's hand and smiled. They had to take the plunge, and tell the team. Tell the team what they had know for only a couple of hours. That Emma was pregnant. That they were going to have a baby.
"Guys, Mickey and I have an announcement." She paused, and took a deep breath.
"What, don't say your getting married or som'thin. Cause you know grifters and marriage don't really go together. Not sayin' you guys won't last, but grifters they tend to forget about the marriage and just focus on the job." He stopped when Sean shot him a look. It seemed Sean was really warming to the idea that Mickey and Emma were an item. Believed Mickey would care for Emma in ways he never could. Ash was happy Sean finally realised this, hopefully he wouldn't continue the whole 'protecting my older sister's innocence thing' he had been acting ever since he began in the crew.
Emma spoke, her voice trembling.
"Well, not exactly."
"My dear what is wrong? Why won't you tell us?" Albert's voice soothed Emma. She could always count on him to calm her down.
"Mickey and I...Mickey and I" She took a deep breath.
"Mickey and I..."
"Emma's pregnant!" Mickey shouted.
"What? Emma? Pregnant?" Ash laughed. He couldn't believe Mickey was playing a practical joke on him.
"Haha good one Mick. Where's the hidden cameras? And Ems great job on the makeup, you've got the paleness down pack."
Emma started to touch her face subconsciously, she couldn't believe that Ash didnt believe them. They were trying to tell their friends their news, news only hours ago they were happy about. But their reactions made her second guess herself, would she be a good mother? Was she fit to raise a child? Tears began to trickle down her face, her true emotions rising to the surface.
"No, they are telling the truth." The soft, soothing New York accent silenced the room.
"What? Em please tell me your lying."
Sean stood up and sat next to his sister. He intertwined their hands, and pulled her into a hug. He was torn. He was so happy that his sister was finally getting what she always wanted. A family. A person who would love her and never leave her. He knew Mickey would always be faithful to Emma, would never desert her like their parents did. They would nurture the child, giving it love and attention. But could two grifters really have a child? Their work was risky, living on the edges of the law, a place where they could be caught and locked in jail. But this was his sister, Emma Kennedy, the strongest women he knew. She had her face in her hands, covering the tears from the men. She never wanted to be seen as weak in front of her friends, the very people who had helped Sean and Emma escape from the streets, introduced them to the world of class and elegance, and in Emma's case, love. Mickey smoothed his arms across Emma's back, trying to calm down the distraught woman. Sean spoke up, he was determined to stand by his sister. He knew that she would be a great mother. It wasn't an accident. This child was created through the love of some of the most important people in his life.
"Emma, I'm sorry for what I just said. I honestly didn't mean it, it just came to me as a shock. I just thought this would be a couple of years down the track rather than now. Please forgive me?" He stood there. Emma's head moved glancing at her brother, which stood before her. She smiled wiping her tears streaked cheeks.
"My dear, I'm very happy for you." Albert smiled and walked over embracing the now standing Emma in his arms. It would be different having a child running around, but this child was Mickey Stone's and Emma Kennedy's baby. The child would be deceiving people before it could talk. He laughed.
"I s'ppose this calls for a drink?" Ash called from the other side of the room, as he gathered the bottles of liquor with the help of Sean. It seemed that the eye of the storm had passed over. A calming presence surrounded the penthouse apartment. Sean handed the glasses to everyone, filled with wine. Emma clasped her glass, she needed a drink being pregnant was really causing her emotions to go into overdrive. Before she could grasp the glass to her lips, Mickey whisked it away, muttering about the general no-no's of pregnancy. He returned with a glass of lemonade, Emma gladly took the glass. Muttering to herself about how she would be wrapped in cotton wool for the next nine months.
She suddenly placed the glass down, running out of the room. Gosh this whole pregnancy thing is getting very old, very fast, and she had only known a couple of hours!