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Emma was exhausted. Physically, mentally, emotionally exhausted. Without Killian, pregnancy was ten times harder than it had been. She had David and Mary Margaret, but they both had full time jobs and social lives, she didn't want them to be obligated to her. So she didn't complain, she didn't ask for help. Instead, she sucked it up just like she had when she was seventeen. Mary Margaret had tried to talk to her. David had tried to talk to her. But she didn't want to talk. She wanted to sulk and be miserable by herself. She wanted to mourn her relationship. So that was exactly what she did.

She heard a knock on the front door of the apartment. Dragging herself from her bed, she moved to answer the door. She didn't even care that she was wearing sweatpants and a holey tee shirt or that her hair was in a messy bun on the top of her head. Swinging the door open, her eyes widened when she saw the woman standing on the other side of it.

Standing there in her tailored pencil skirt suit and black high heels was Regina Mills-Hood. She was checking her phone, sunglasses atop her perfect, black bobbed hair. She was the epitome of a powerful woman. Luckily, she had found her match in the equally powerful and confident Robin Hood, her husband of ten years. The woman looked up, smiling with her bright red lips.

"Regina, hey! What are you doing here? Mary Margaret is at work. Shouldn't you be at work, too?" she asked, opening the door further and inviting Regina inside.

"Hello, Emma. I was in the neighborhood and I wanted to stop by…" Regina trailed off.

Emma laughed. She just couldn't help it, the idea of Regina "being in the neighborhood" was ridiculous. Regina never came to this side of Storybrooke except to visit Mary Margaret and David. "Oh come on, Regina, why are you really here?"

The brunette rolled her eyes. "Okay, fine. Mary Margaret called me and asked me to come talk to you. She's worried about you and said you refused to talk to her or David. So I came by on my lunch."

"So she thought I'd talk to you of all people?" Emma asked incredulously.

"Yes, well, she figured I could talk some sense into you exactly because of our relationship. Tell me, did you tell Killian about Henry?" Regina asked, making herself comfortable on the sofa in Mary Margaret's living room.

"I, uh, he knows I had a healthy pregnancy in the past," she said hesitantly.

"But you didn't tell him that not only do you know who adopted your child, but you are in fact 'Aunt Emma' to said child? You didn't tell him that I have your child? The girl you grew up with, your best friend's stepsister? You didn't tell him about Henry?"

"He said he was your business partner. That you knew Milah…"

"Yes, dear, that's all true," Regina interrupted, frustrated by the change in topic. "I introduced Killian and Milah. Not for a romantic relationship, mind you, but because she was wealthy and I thought the Golds could be great investors in the business during its initial stages. Milah and I went to business school together. When I introduced them, sparks apparently flew. The two of them carried on an affair. Milah actually left her husband and moved in with Killian. But then, well you know what happened when she found out she was pregnant…" Regina trailed off.

"He didn't tell me anything about that. He told me Milah died when she was pregnant, six years ago. He lied to me, Regina. A huge lie," Emma argued.

"Kind of like you telling him about your 'closed' adoption…" Regina pointed out. Emma blushed lightly.

"That's different!"

"How is it any different? He didn't know you, he didn't want to make it seem like he had baggage, and then, when it became more, he didn't know how to tell you, to explain… you did the same thing, Emma." Emma was crying now, again. Damn pregnancy hormones!, she thought, wiping the tears on her sleeve.

"But he just abandoned his kid – for money! I mean, I gave Henry up to give him a better life. I was seventeen. I was way too young to provide for a kid. You and Robin were wealthy, settled, married, and, and…"

"Yeah, and he wasn't poor, or seventeen, but he was unstable and alone. Milah went back to her husband, he was starting a new business, he was struggling. He was only twenty years old. Robert Gold offered everything to his child that you wanted for yours," Regina added. Emma was hysterical. It was true. She'd thrown everything she had with Killian away because he had done the exact same thing that she did. She was a horrible person. She ruined his happiness and her own, because of something that, yes, he should have told her. But she still hadn't told him of Henry… she was such a hypocrite.

She got up quickly, wanting a glass of water, when she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her stomach. "Reg, Regina… something's wrong…" she mumbled, before falling back onto the couch gasping in pain and noticing the blood on her pants.

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Killian, Tink, and Sophie were setting up the new playroom at his company. It was an empty office adjoining his which had thus far only been a storage room between his and Tinks' offices. Tink had spent the better part of the week directing all kinds of decorators to come in and make it a little girl's dream. There was a play kitchen set, a small classroom, a dollhouse, a small bed in case she needed to nap or was sick, a television, and a bunch of other toys and dolls scattered around the room. Not to mention the purple, sparkly wallpaper hanging on the walls. It was basically Tink's dream room. Luckily, it seemed that Tink and Sophie had very similar styles despite the twenty year age difference.

Killian was putting the finishing touches on the bed while Tink and Sophie were placing the dolls around the small tea party table when the main work line rang. Tink ran to answer it, laughing at something Sophie had said. The two got along remarkably well, but then again everyone got along with Tink.

A couple of minutes later, Killian was sorting a few books when Tink walked back into the room, pale and teary eyed. "Killian, can I, um, speak to you… in private please?" she whispered.

He told Sophie to stay and play and followed Tink back into his office. "What's wrong, Tink?" he asked, concerned. It took something very serious to make the ever-happy Tink this upset.

"That was Regina. It's Emma. She's in the hospital. She apparently had some sharp pains in her stomach and then there was some bleeding…" Killian fell into his chair, gasping for breath.

"No," he whispered. "Is she alright? Is the baby okay?"

"Regina didn't know. She rode in the ambulance with her, but when they got to the hospital they whisked her away without saying anything. Mary Margaret and David are on their way and they asked Regina to call you."

"Killy," a small voice said. He looked up to find his little girl clutching her stuffed bear. "What's wrong with Emma?" Even after 6 weeks, Sophie remembered Emma and mentioned her frequently.

"She had to go to the hospital because of the baby, love," he explained, pulling his daughter onto his lap.

"When Mommy and Dad went to the hospital, Neal said they died. They aren't gonna come back. Is that gonna happen to Emma?" she asked, glassy eyed. She'd been asking to see Emma for weeks. He had told her that she would see Emma when the baby came. Now he could tell Sophie was on the brink of hysteria at the loss of her "friend."

"We are going to go check on Emma right now, Sophie. Come on, Killy's gonna come too," Tink answered when Killian found himself at a loss for words. He blindly followed Tink to his car, handing her the keys and sliding into the front passenger seat as Tink put Sophie in her car seat. He stared out the window, unable to focus on anything other than the worry that was engulfing him, as Tink drove. Emma and his baby were in danger. They could die. He could lose them for good. The short ride to the hospital felt like it took hours, and when they arrived Killian all but jumped out of the moving car.

"Go, I'll get her and meet you inside," Tink said, noticing him stop to get Sophie.

"Thank you, Tink," he said, breaking into a run towards the emergency room. When he got inside the doors, he found Mary Margaret, David, and Regina sitting in the waiting area. Regina was hugging a sobbing Mary Margaret close while David grasped his fiancée's hand.

"Is she okay?" he asked, not even announcing his presence.

Mary Margaret wiped away tears and looked up. "T-They won-t, won't tell u-us any-anything. You're her emer-emergency c-contact…" He sprinted over to the desk just as Tink and Sophie entered the building and went straight to group. Tink had never met Mary Margaret or David, but she immediately pulled them both into hugs before sitting down and placing Sophie on her lap.

"Hello, my name is Killian Jones. My, uh, girlfriend, Emma Swan, was brought in a few minutes ago. I- I need… please tell me what's going on!" The nurse at the desk called back and then told him to go to room 2C. After telling Tink and the others where he was going, and reassuring Sophie that he would be back and that everything would be okay, he went to the room. As he pulled back the curtain that was wrapped around the bed, he was shocked at what he found.

Cliffhanger, anyone? Sorry, I promise to post the next chapter soon! Please review!