OK, SO I HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT DOING A SEQUEL IF PEOPLE ARE INTERESTED, IT WILL BE SET ABOUT 7 MONTHS IN THE FUTURE FROM THIS FIC! LET ME KNOW IF YOU'D READ IT IN THE REVIEWS!

THANKS FOR YOUR CONTINUED SUPPORT, ENJOY...

"She does not love me." Emma said adamantly, following Mary Margaret who was flitting around the flat, the brunette suddenly turning around to look Emma in the eyes.

"Emma… Shh…" Emma shook her head, surprised as Mary Margaret sounded almost annoyed at her.

"What, don't Emma me!" Emma groaned as Mary Margaret rolled her eyes, walking around Mary Margaret, dodging Emma. "For the last time, I don't have feelings for her."

Emma knew that wasn't true, Mary Margaret knew that wasn't true, everyone knew that wasn't true.

"Emma Swan." Mary Margaret took firmly hold of Emma's hands. "The other night, when you were scared, when we were at the Hospital, you told me that you loved her."

"I don't." Emma tried to fold her arms, but Mary Margaret held her tightly.

"Emma, it's ok, why are you so afraid to let yourself feel for her?" Mary Margaret asked, feeling Emma try to pull away from her once again.

"She won't love me back, what's the point in loving someone, getting my heart broken and then being even sadder than I was before?" Emma let out a small cry, trying to stay strong as Mary Margaret watched all of Emma's defences fall down. "I'm going to lose her to someone better, and I'm going to be even worse than before. I can't feel like that again, I don't know if I'll make it."

Emma sobbed loudly now, not hearing David enter the Loft.

"Emma?" He questioned, the blonde pulling away from her pregnant friend, and finding refuge in David's arms.

"She thinks Regina won't love her." Mary Margaret sighed, watching David wrap his strong arms around Emma's frail body.

"Emma, who wouldn't love you?" David scooped Emma into his arms.

Emma eyebrows were creased into the middle of her face, her eyes squeezed shut as the tears rolled effortlessly down her cheeks.

David rocked Emma gently in his arms, having found this action calmed his younger friend in the past.

"You are beautiful, intelligent and you're good with kids." He watched Mary Margaret pad over.

The brunette took hold of Emma's hand, which was scrunched into a tight fist, massaging it gently until she unfolded it.

"Emma, no matter what, we are going to love you, long after everything else has happened. But Regina really does like you, don't you want to find out?" She asked, keeping her caressing in time with David's rocks.

"Not if it ruins what we have…" Emma half shouted, trying to roll further into David's embrace.

"Emma, baby, we aren't going to force you to do anything you don't want to do…" Mary Margaret promised, kissing Emma's shoulder.

"We're on your side Emma." David reassured the blonde, whose shaking had decreased considerably.

The occasional sniffle was heard, David shifting Emma gently in his arms, so he could hold her more comfortably.

"Will you come with me?" Emma asked, mumbling into David's top, so none of her friends heard her.

"Are you ok, baby?" Mary Margaret asked worriedly.

David crouched to the ground, cautiously turning Emma around in his arms.

Her eyes were a puffy red, her lips chapped and raw, her cheeks soaked from the tears which still poured from her eyes.

"Emma?" She asked, cupping the blonde's cheek.

"Will you come with me?" Emma asked. "Tomorrow, to ask Regina..?"

Emma wanted someone there in case she was rejected, not sure she would make it home in one piece if Regina pushed her away.

"Of course." David and Mary Margaret said at the same time.

"Emma, just remember that things always seem a bit darker and drearier in your head than they actually are… Nobody is out to get you, or trip you up in life, especially not us. If this was some school girl crush I would have left you well alone, but you love her Emma, and you both deserve to be happy with one another." Mary Margaret was crying herself now, Emma resting tiredly against David's chest.

"Let's get you to bed." David said, kissing the side of Emma's head. "Sounds like you've got a big day tomorrow.

EMMA IS FINALLY GOING TO ASK REGINA ON A DATE, HOW EXCITED ARE YOU ON A SCALE FROM 1 - 10! I'M 11!