heres the second part! Hope you enjoy it :)

"We hung out a few times outside of work and... life happened. His got better and mine got worse. I got in some trouble. Before I went I found out I was pregnant with you, and I tried to contact him, and I found out that he died saving a family from a burning apartment building."

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Standing in front if the bathroom sink, her mind was racing. Why did this have to happen now of all times? All she could think about was the little white stick sitting on the counter with a little pink cross.

"Pregnant? No, I can't be, not right now," she thought to herself.

She had tried to call him once she had calmed down a bit, but all she got was the voice mail on Neal's phone telling her to leave a message. She decided she would just try to call him back later, but hopefully he would answer soon, she didnt have much time before the police would come.

She knew she shouldn't have done it, had a strong feeling it would blow up in her face, but she just couldn't keep herself from aiding in committing the crime. Even if she didn't do the actual crime itself, she helped with the planning and was in possession of stolen goods, making her still liable for arrest. She may have gotten away clean, but she still had an aching feeling that it wouldn't be long until she was ratted out for her part in it and the police showed up at the door of her small apartment.

Neal had been away for a few days staying in a room in the firehouse to finish up his training to become a fireman, but she really wished her boyfriend was here now, she needed the support he gave her, the strength to keep pushing on even when things were more than difficult that only he could provide for her. Neal hadn't called or even texted her since the day after he had left and she couldn't figure out why. She knew he would be busy, but couldn't he make time to at least let her know he was okay or to check up on her?

Just then her phone began to ring, interrupting her from her thoughts.

"Hello, is this Emma Swan?" asked a professional sounding female voice.

"Ya, who is this?"

"Hi, I'm Melissa Carter, I work with the firehouse. I've been asked to inform you of an incident that has occurred. Mr. Neal Cassidy has been killed in a fire while saving a family from their apartment building that had caught on fire."

She couldn't believe what she had heard. It couldn't be true, it just couldn't be what happened.

"Wh-what?"

"I'm sorry to have to share this with you."

"Okay, we'll thanks..."

She hung up quickly so that the woman on the other end wouldn't hear her break down. As hard as she tried she couldn't hold it back. This wasn't something Emma Swan was used to. She had built up walls around her heart just so that things like this wouldn't happen. The one time she had let someone in, the one time she let down her walls, the one time she finally felt at home, it was ripped from her.

It was too much.

She then heard a knock at the door and a shout for her to open the door, and she knew the police had finally came for her. Not only had it just been shared with her that the love of her life was dead, she was now going to be arrested, and was pregnant. She didn't think it could possibly get any worse.

Drying her eyes and trying to control her sobs, she went to answer the door. He may not be with her any more, but she would always remember the way he made her feel safe, the way he helped her feel strong, the way he loved her and she him, the way she had finally felt at home with him. He may no longer be with her but he would always be in her heart, and she would never let that go.