Sorry for the long wait everyone, things have been pretty busy over here and there won't be another update for a while, since I'll be on vacation these next few weeks! Please continue to fav, review, and follow! :)
Emma woke up at 4 in the morning, to her stomach being upset. Oh no, she thought as she rolled out of bed and rushed over to the bathroom. She leaned over the toilet and threw up last night's dinner. Emma held onto the rim of the toilet seat, waiting to see if any more would come up, but nothing did. She was glad that her hair was already out of her face and in a ponytail, like she wore when she was a teen. Emma was suddenly exhausted. She walked over to their bathtub and leaned her back against the cool porcelain. A couple seconds too late, Neal burst into the door, his hair unkempt and his shirt baggy.
"Morning sickness?" He asked, not really sure what else he's supposed to say to a pregnant woman. This was really their first time having a baby together. He was never around when Emma was with Henry. Actually, he had already left. Emma nodded her head slowly, still clutching her stomach. "Hey I'll make breakfast for us, you can go relax on the couch, alright?" Neal told her. Emma just nodded again and got back up on her feet. Neal grabbed her hand to support her. "There we go," He said. "Are you comfortable walking over to the couch?"
"Yeah I think so," Emma finally spoke, wiping off some of the vomit that was still on her mouth. Soon enough, Emma was already crashing on their sofa, her legs extending to reach the other side. She propped her feet up on the arm of the sofa, and placed a pillow behind her head. She's never been this exhausted before. Maybe it was just because it's been eleven years since her last kid. Emma sighed and rubbed her growing bump. "Soon you'll be with your new family little one," Emma said with a smile. Neal heard her talking to the baby and couldn't help but smile either. He began to cook their breakfast. Even though Neal wasn't the best of cooks, he tried his best. He made them pancakes. Neal walked a plate over to Emma, a funny grin on his face.
"Here you go," He said as he placed the plate of pancakes on a table before her. Emma grinned as she sat back up on the couch. They smelled delicious.
"Thanks Neal," She said taking a giant bite. They weren't Granny's pancakes that's for sure, but they were still pretty good.
"No problem." He said laughing a little. A few silent seconds passed between them and Neal decided to break the silence first. "So how's the baby?" He asked, curious about how his future daughter was doing.
"She's pretty good, although I haven't felt that much kicking tod-" Emma was cut off by something poking at her stomach.
"Emma?" Neal asked, confused. He suddenly became extremely worried until Emma started to laugh.
"Neal, she's kicking me right now!" She exclaimed happily. She placed her fork back on the table and grabbed Neal's hand. "Here, feel right there," She said as she placed his hand on her stomach. Another little kick occurred. "Did you feel that?" She asked, a little too excited. Emma blamed her hormones for making her emotions a little exaggerated.
"Yeah! I felt it!" Neal said, letting out a relieved laugh. And then something inside of him clicked. Everything felt so right. This was what he was supposed to be doing. This was his home now, and he was with his family. "Hi future daughter," He spoke to the stomach. Emma smiled. She was ready for her second chance at being a parent.