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"That one's nice," Neal observed, clicking to enlarge the pictures of a two bedroom, one bathroom apartment on one of the library's computers. "It's got everything we need." he added, scrolling towards the bottom of the page to check out the price it was selling for.

I immediately shook my head while my eyes bulged out of their sockets. "Nope, next one," The cost of the apartments we were locking at made my stomach have a sinking feeling, a feeling that told me Tallahassee might not be the best place to live with a budget like ours.

My boyfriend sighed and clicked back to the list of apartment possibilities. "Okay, how about this one? It's got one bedroom, one bathroom, and a small living room. The kid could always sleep in the living room."

"Maybe," I answered, placing a hand on my stomach and thinking to myself that my child is never going to sleep in a living room. It deserves a bedroom. Neal smiled down at my stomach and clicked on another apartment idea. "You know, I've always wanted a small hose. I might be better than living in an apartment with a newborn baby."

"And it costs a lot more money, Em," Neal huffed, reading the features of yet another two bedroom apartment. "I mean, with the money we both have combined, our budget is around five thousand dollars. That's not gonna get us anywhere. I mean, we could always take money out of our college accounts since we're not going to college, but I'm not sure our parents will be too happy about that."

I gave a small kiss on Neal's cheek and pointed to the computer screen. "Just check for houses. Please, for me and the baby." I sang, batting my long eyelashes.

Neal groaned an exchanged another kiss back. "All right, for you and our child." he said, typing quickly in the search bar. I thought about what kind of house I could see my family living in, as Neal was typing away. I wanted a house with two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, a dining room, a massive living room with high ceilings, and a patio with a pool. But I knew that I couldn't get all those things. "Check this one out." Neal said, breaking my train of thoughts.

As I read the description of the house, my smile grew. The home had a teal paint color with white shudders and a big, dark blue door. Bushes lined the front of the house and a walkway led up the house. Trees and flowers grew around the house, making it colorful and cheerful. The inside of the home had three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living room with a fire-place, and a small kitchen. The outside had a closed in porch and a wooden deck, leading down to a big lawn. "It's perfect." I exclaimed.

"The seller's are asking one-hundred thirty thousand dollars for it." Neal stated, reading the screen carefully. "The house has been on the market for a while, so we could probably ask to lower the price."

"But it's still gonna be way over our price range." I mumbled, groaning and banging my head on the wooden desk that held the computer monitor. Why does reality have to crush my dreams? "We only have five thousand dollars combined and that leaves us with one-hundred twenty-five thousand dollars to save up."

Neal tapped on my shoulder and turned my chin towards his face. "Hey, Emma, listen to me," he whispered, his eyes glistening. "We'll buy the house if you really want it, but we need to tap into our college savings account. I can even try to talk my dad into negotiating with the real estate agent."

I gave a small smile in his direction. "You'd be willing to use your college money for me and our baby?"

"I'd be willing to do anything for you and our baby." Neal replied with a confident tone. He pressed the print button on the computer screen, hi-lighted the phone number to contact the real estate agent, and turned off the computer. "But you just gotta promise me that you'll talk to your parents and ask them before you rob your own college savings account."

"Of course," I responded to Neal, letting him walk me out of the library and down Main Street with our hands intertwined. The chilly September breeze blew around us, rustling the leaves on the ground that fell from the trees. As we neared my apartment, Neal grabbed my arm and held me back from going into my apartment. He looked at me expectantly. I smiled and kissed his lips, my hands interlocking with Neal's again. Our lips moved up and down, down and up.

Neal broke away from our kiss and said,"We gotta stop kissing in the middle of the street. You don't know who's watching us." I leaned back towards him and gave him another quick kiss.

"I know," I replied, turning away from him to climb up the stairs. "Call me later."

I threw down my keys on the table and slid out of my backpack, hanging it up on the coat rack. As I turned around to walk into the kitchen, I nearly had a heart-attack. "God, do you have to always have to scare me half to death?" I asked to my parents, who have been sitting at the dinner table with their mouths closed, not making a sound.

"We need to talk," Mary Margaret blurted out, tapping her fingers on the wooden table. I threw my head back and groaned as I walked towards the the pantry. My stomach, mostly the kid inside it, was hungry, and I couldn't ignore the feeling that I was going to throw up again if I didn't eat something soon. "About Neal, you... and you having a child." I stopped mid-air with a piece of pizza in my hand.

"Good, because I need to talk to you about Neal, me and my kid." I replied, grabbing a napkin from the holder and wiping my mouth clean of any pizza sauce. I took a seat across from David and Mary Margaret, eyeing each of them suspiciously.

Mary Margaret leaned into the table, as if telling me her deepest, darkest secret. "Look, I'm glad you told David you were pregnant, but he also mentioned something about you and Neal going out-of-state for college. I just wanted to talk to you about that."

Leaning back in my chair, I silently cursed myself for telling David my plans with Neal, but then again, I promised Neal I would tell my parents about next year and our financial situation. "What I told David earlier wasn't a total lie, but some of it was," I paused, watching as Mary Margaret and David's eyebrows popped up. "Next year I'm supposed to go to college, but... I'm not. I want to take a few years out of school to raise my kid. Neal and I even found a house in Tallahassee and-..."

"Tallahassee?" Mary Margaret squeaked.

I nodded. "Tallahassee. The only problem with Tallahassee is that the house we want is a lot of money. I mean, Neal and I only have five thousand dollars saved up together and I was wondering if I could take some money out of my college saving's account to pay for our house."

"And how much is this house?" David asked slowly, crossing his arms.

"One-hundred thirty thousand dollars," I replied quickly, raising my eyebrows at both of my parents. "So, can I please take some money out of my saving's account? Please,"

David looked over at Mary Margaret with question. They seemed to be talking to each other through their minds, which made me look back and forth between each of my parents, trying to see what they were talking about. "You can take some money out, if you promise to go back to school once your child is old enough for day care." Mary Margaret reasoned.

I jumped out of my chair and looked down at them. "Seriously?!"

In unison, my parents answered, "Seriously." I whipped out my phone, ready to call Neal, but Mary Margaret pipped in, "Emma, before you go and call whomever, I just wanted to make sure that you and Neal are serious about... about being parents and owning a house and living together. It's not always happy and easy."

"I haven't been more serious about anything in my life other than this. Trust me, I'm ready." I said affirmatively. "We both are."

They looked at me intently, David not blinking, Mary Margaret blinking back tears. I stood, my hands pressed against the table to hear what they had to say, but my parents were silent. To them, I looked like their little girl, the girl they wished to have raised, but I felt like a woman, like I finally felt old enough to make my own decisions and live on my own. "We're impressed of you, Emma." David managed to say.

Later that night, Neal's caller I.D. flashed on my phone along with a picture of him smiling brightly. I dropped everything I was doing and raced to pick up my phone. "Hey, babe," Neal said gently, right as I clicked on the green 'answer' button.

"My parents said yes, Neal. I can take money out of my college savings account!" I said, wasting no time to tell him the great news. On the other end of the receiver I heard Neal shout happily, probably raising his fist in the air.

Neal cleared his throat and said, "And my dad was able to lower the price of One-hundred thousand. Did I ever tell you how much I love that he's an awesome man when it comes to deals?"

"Oh, good Lord, is this really happening?!" I stammered into the phone, flopping down on my bed.

"Yeah, Em, it is," Neal replied with a smile.

I looked to my side at the pile of homework I still had to do and said into the phone, "Neal, I gotta go finish all the crap our teacher's assigned us to do tonight."

Neal grumbled choice words under his breath in frustration. "Damn, I have to too. But, hey, I called the Storybrooke doctor's office and scheduled an appointment for you on Friday afternoon at two-thirty. I'm going with you because once we leave the doctor's office, we can get the money outta the bank,"

"Great," I replied unenthusiastically. "See you tomorrow, babe."