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Emma squeezed her eyes shut and took deep breaths as she waited for the nausea to pass. She had felt hung over for a week and had thrown up most days. She had come to the conclusion that she was getting too old to drink if her hang over was lasting a week. At least her night of drinking had cleared the air between her and Regina. True to her word, Regina hadn't mention about the fact that Killian was not Emma's true love. She also didn't hold Emma responsible for Robin's death.

Emma could feel sweat building up all over her body as she felt the nausea build. It wasn't going to go away. Emma placed a hand over her mouth as she made a dash to the toilet. She made it just in time. Her body calmed once she had finished being sick and she felt a little better. She left the bathroom only to come face to face with Regina.

"Shit, I didn't hear you come in," the blonde mumbled as she made her way back to her desk to get her water bottle. Regina took in the sight of the younger woman and frowned. She looked awful. There was bags forming under her eyes and she looked pale.

"You should go home. You don't look great. Henry can stay with me again tonight so you can rest. Don't come back in until you feel better. David can handle everything until then. We don't need you keeling over on the job." Regina put her hands on her hips and tilted her head to the side as Emma leaned back in her chair.

"It's just a week long hangover. I'll start feeling better in a few hours. I'm getting too old to go out drinking like that. Lesson learned."

"This is more than a hangover, Emma." The mayor pulled the chair out and sat down. "You're not well. You need to rest."

"I'll be fine." Emma tried to wave her off. She did not want to go home. She needed distraction.

"As your friend and as mayor of this town I am ordering you to go home. There is no room for argument. I will call your mother."

Emma glared at her friend but didn't have the energy to argue any further and also knew that she would not back down. "Fine," she sighed and stood up. "I'll go home. Just remember when I go crazy from boredom it's your fault." She pointed a finger in the brunette direction as she got her coat from the hook.

"I can live with that." Regina nodded as she stood up as well. "Go home and sleep. I'll check in on you later." Emma gave a small smile as she made her way from the station to head home. Once Regina was sure Emma was in her car she got out her phone to dial a number.

"Snow, it's Regina. I've just sent Emma home. She's still being sick and she looks awful. I'll check in on her tonight but this afternoon I think she needs her mum."

"I'm on my way. Thanks, Regina."

Regina hung up the phone and sighed to herself. All they needed now was for Emma to get ill.

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"Emma?" Snow called softly as she let herself into her daughter's house. She had brought some chicken soup and fresh rolls. "Emma?"

"Mum, what are you doing here?" Emma mumbled from where she lay on the sofa under a blanket.

"You should be in bed." Snow placed the soup and rolls down on the coffee table. "It'll be much more comfortable."

"Did Regina send you?" Emma frowned as she sat up to make room for her mother to sit down.

"Emma, maybe you should see a doctor, you don't look well at all." Snow frowned and placed her hand against her daughter's forehead. "You don't have a temperature, that's good."

"It's just a hangover." Emma sighed in frustration.

"Regina is worried about you, that's all. She wants to make sure that you're okay. I'll go and heat you up some soup. You need to get food into you." Snow carried the soup and rolls into the kitchen and began to busy herself with heating it up. As much as she hated the idea of Emma being ill, it was nice to be able to take care of her daughter. Everyday Snow hated herself a little bit for missing out on all those years with Emma. Having Neal Snow was realising exactly how much she had missed out on. Some days she felt like Emma didn't need her at all. Emma had padded into the kitchen behind her mother and sat down at the table.

"Thank you for the soup."

Snow smiled and placed the bowl down in front of her daughter before she sat opposite her at the table. "You know if you want to talk, we can." Emma blew on her soup before she took a mouthful. It tasted wonderful. She hadn't eaten since last night and she hadn't realised how hungry she was. "I know that you loved him. You must be missing him."

"I do miss him but I'm not missing him as much as I should," she admitted and avoided her mother's gaze. "I hate that I couldn't save him." Emma had another mouthful of soup. "I thought I had found my true love with Killian but I realise now that it wasn't. I loved him but it wasn't like you and dad." She finally met her mother's eyes. Snow just gave her a daughter a smile and reached a hand across the table. Emma was glad her mother didn't have anything to say on the subject, that she just let it be. What could anyone say?

Snow had spent most of the afternoon at Emma's and she had felt much better after eating. She had even managed to have a small dinner and keep it down. Once Snow had left Emma made her way upstairs to the bathroom. She stood in front of the mirror and took a deep breath. Her fingers tapped against the edge of the sink for a few moments before she opened the cabinet and pulled out a box. She couldn't believe what she was about to do. Emma said a silent prayer hoping that her suspicions were wrong as she pulled the pregnancy test from the box. At first she had convinced herself that it was just her hangover lasting, but as each day passed she began to worry that it was something else.

It took Emma a few minutes to get up the courage to take the test and she then placed it on the sink to wait. A minute into her wait her phone began to ring and Regina's name popped up on the screen. She knew if she ignored the call Regina would just turn up at her door.

"Hi, Regina."

"Emma, how are you feeling? Snow said you managed to eat. That's good."

"I feel better now. I think it's starting to pass. Thanks for sending my mum over."

"You barely listened to me about going home. I had to make sure that you listened about resting. I thought you would listen to her," Regina retorted. She had been worried about Emma all afternoon so it was nice to hear her sounding like her usual self.

"I guess I just needed a quiet afternoon. Thanks for taking Henry tonight. I'll be fine tomorrow."

"Are you sure you don't want to take another day to recover? You shouldn't rush back to work and make yourself worse. David is fine at the station and Henry can stay here again."

"Thanks for worrying about me, Regina, but honestly, I'll be fine. I just need to get back into routine."

"Hmm, I can tell there's no use trying to talk you around."

"No. Say goodnight to Henry for me. Bye, Regina." Emma hung up the phone and looked towards the sink. She wasn't sure she wanted to know the results. What would she do if it was positive? Killian hadn't made it back from the underworld. She had given Henry up when he was born. She wasn't a good mother. She was a horrible mother.

Emma sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. There was still the chance that it was negative. She could have caught a sickness bug. She could have eaten something bad.

"Now or never, Swan," she murmured as she reached for the test. Tears began to roll down her cheeks as she stared at the positive result. She was pregnant. She was going to have a baby.

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