Hello, dearies! Well, it's raining cats and dogs, preventing me from going in my pool. But, lucky for you guys, you get an update! Enjoy reading it and send me your thoughts. :)

Despite that fact that I've been throwing up for the last hour and took the dreaded pregnancy test, I grabbed my backpack, shoved on my jeans and boots, and ran out the door with my parents calling after me. I didn't hear them or see them open the door after me, all that was in my mind was the green symbol that appeared on the test I took. Positive. I was pregnant.

I ran down the sidewalk towards Neal's house, not bothering to take my car. My legs carried me fast, almost as fast as they did to the bathroom an hour earlier. It felt like I was treading water, that I would end up drowning if I didn't make it to Neal's house in the next two seconds. But then I was there, panting and bending down thanks to a cramp. I felt like I was going to throw up again, my breathing jagged and sparse while I got that feeling of nausea welling up inside me.

The door burst open, making me lift my head from my knees. "Emma?" Neal questioned, fear in his voice as he bent down next to me. "What happened to you? You look horrible." Well, that really lifted my spirits.

"I need to talk- oh, God, I think I'm gonna be sick." I stammered, clutching my stomach as if it would do any good. The rain poured down, drenching Neal and me until we were left shivering on the steps of his house.

"Em, you need to come inside. We'll talk there," Neal cooed, taking my hands and helping me up off the ground. We entered his warm and inviting house, the smell of something delicious wafting up my nose.

Mr. Gold entered the room, drying his hands on a dishtowel. "Miss. Swan, how lovely to see you in such a breathtaking state." I glared at him, and as much as I wanted to lunge and give him a piece of my mind, someone came out of the kitchen with a disproving shake of the head at Neal's father.

She was beautiful, her blue eyes sparkling so bright and her brown hair pulled into a side fishtail braid. "Oh, Rumple, that's no way to talk to Neal's lovely girlfriend." The woman turned to me and held back a gasp. Did I really look that bad? "Emma, right?" She asked me kindly.

"Yeah," I replied, trying to look over her shoulder and into the glass separator to see my reflection. When I finally was able to see it, I bit my lip in horror. My cheeks, soaked with tears, had mascara that I forgot to wipe off running down, my hair was flopping around in my sloppy bun, my skin was paler than usual, almost as though you could see the veins popping out of it, and my clothes were absorbed in water.

The woman handed me a tissue and said, "I'm Belle," Realization sunk into my brain; Belle from Beauty and the Beast. The way her kind tone softened Mr. Gold's angry face, her angelic voice, her shining blue eyes, her dark hair... It all made sence. Did that mean Mr. Gold was also the Beast? "Would you like to stay for dinner tonight, Emma?"

"Thanks, but my parents don't know where I am and I should probably get back. I just have to tell Neal something first..." I said, watching as Neal turned to me and wrinkled his eyebrows together. "In privacy." He jumped up, as if electrocuted, and led me up the stairs to his room. I closed the door behind me and turned the lock.

"So, what's going on, Em? Your kinda scaring me." Neal said over his shoulder, as he pushed dirty clothes off his bed and started to neatly fold his sheets. He patted the spot next to him for me to sit down.

I wanted to stall, so I asked a question that really had been bugging me. "I didn't know your dad had a... girlfriend?"

Neal smiled down at the sheets and pulled me into his lap. I felt his scruffy thumb rub my cheek and his eyes stare intently at me. He knew I was trying to avoid telling him what I came here for. "It's a really long story and you probably won't want to hear it." I nodded and ran a hand through his messy brown hair, letting him hold me in his arms. "All right, you stalled enough, just tell me why you came here at eight o'clock lookin' like a sea hag."

"I've looked worse," I told him with a small laugh, but then the burden grew too much to hold, so I blurted it out, "Neal, I'm pregnant." He dropped his hand and stared at me closer, his eyes bulging out of their sockets while his mouth hung open. Silence enveloped us, trapping us under something we couldn't escape from. He swallowed thickly, now looking down at the floor.

After a few more minutes of us coming to a consensus that this was reality, he choked out, "I'm going to be a father?"

"Neal, I'm so sorry-," I started to say, but Neal cut me off.

He held me tighter in his arms, pressing my chin against his shoulder. "You have nothing to be sorry for, Emma." I felt his right hand grip my waist, while I felt his left hand hold my neck. "There's nothing we can do to change what happened. We're going to be parents whether we like it or not." I lost myself for a minute, my tears pouring out of my eyes and onto his muscle shirt. "And I'll be with you every step of the way whether you like it or not. We're going to be amazing parents for this kid- you and I."

TBC...