When Emma got home that night, all the lights were off, so she quietly walked in and headed to her room without taking off her coat, but as she got close to her room she began to hear the voices coming from her parent's room.
"Stop being so childish," Snow said as Emma passed their door and continued walking past it, trying not to listen to what they were talking about even if she had a pretty good idea.
That afternoon, when David returned to the office he had barely said anything to her and when he did he looked at her with some kind of sadness in his eyes. Then, when he was about to leave he hadn't been so persistent when he asked her to come home early.
"Snow, you can't just pretend that you're not worried about it, you know what he did to her and all she has been through because of it," he whispered but not softly enough not to be heard by Emma, who stopped at once.
"I know that you're worried, but it's Emma's life so it's her decision and it's not like she made it lightly."
"That doesn't mean that I have to like it," he replied walking towards Snow side of the bed.
"No, you don't," Emma said angrily as she opened the door of their parent's bedroom. She didn't want to, but as soon as she heard David she couldn't help it. "We have been through it today." She reminded him.
"I just don't want you to be hurt by him again," he explained getting a little closer to her, turning away from Snow to look at her.
"Stop worrying," Emma snapped at him, but watching his face she thought better of it and added. "I'm very different from the eighteen-year-old I was, so stop it; that is exactly why we didn't want to tell you." And with that, Emma left the room slamming the door behind her and finishing her walk to her room.
It was after ten o'clock when Emma walked into the kitchen the next morning. She had been awake for a while, but every time she tried to move she felt sick, so she just lay down again and dozed off for a couple of minutes more.
After taking a glass of juice from the fridge she sighed and followed the sound of the television coming from the living room. She knew it wasn't David in there, but she still wasn't sure how things would be after last night.
"Good morning," Snow said as she watched her walking in.
"Morning."
"Feeling okay?"
"Better now," Emma replied sitting in the couch next to her mother and taking a sip of juice before concentrating on the television, but before she could figure out what her mother was watching she heard her.
"I'm sorry about last night."
"You don't have to apologize for anything," Emma murmured still looking at the television, but now, her thoughts were far away from what was playing. Neal was supposed to come after lunch so they could wait for Henry together, and hopefully, after a quiet and happy afternoon with them they would tell him about his little brother or sister. "Are you seriously watching this?" she asked turning to Mary Margaret a couple of minutes later when the commercial break finally ended.
"Not really," Snow said lifting up a hand full of papers from her side. "You can watch whatever you want," she added with a smile as she gave her the remote.
"So, no special plans today?"
"Not really, but I thought we could go for lunch at Granny's, unless you already have plans"
"I do," Emma responded, a little too quickly for anyone's taste. "But Neal is coming over in the afternoon so we could get lunch." Emma added before she started to change the channels and with that, Snow returned to her work with a slight smile on her face.
She really didn't want to work with her daughter by her side watching TV, it just seem a waste of time between them, especially with all the time they had already lost but she knew Emma didn't want to talk.
"Would you mind if I cook instead?" Snow asked after an hour of pretending to be working and when Emma didn't complain she stood up and started to cook.
"Want any help?" Emma asked stepping into the kitchen, a few minutes later.
"You could help me with the salad while I make the sandwiches," she said sliding the things she was using to Emma. "Can I ask you something?"
"Go ahead."
"Why is Neal coming this afternoon? I know that you are together, but I don't think that's it."
"We're going to tell Henry about the baby." Emma replied raising her head towards her mother.
"Emma, you don't have to worry, I have no doubt that Henry is going to love his new sibling," Snow murmured as made their lunch.
"How can you be sure? I know Henry will love the baby, but I don't know how he will react."
"All he cares about is family and he will be happy that we are expanding it."
"You told him, before me, didn't you?" Emma asked, not to surprise with her parents' decision.
"We did," Snow admitted. "And as I said, he will be thrilled," And with that she left the kitchen with the sandwiches on her hands and Emma walking behind her with the salad.
After a nice lunch, they both returned to the living room, talking a little more vividly, avoiding to the silence that threatened to arrive once more.
It was almost one in the afternoon when someone knocked on the front door, finally breaking their conversation.
"I'll get it, it must be Neal," Emma said leaving the couch and walking towards the door, where she greeted him with a small kiss.
"Hey." Neal smiled, walking into the house.
"Good afternoon, Neal." Snow welcomed him as she walked to them.
"Good afternoon, Snow."
"We need to talk about something through so we're going upstairs," Emma lied trying to avoid the awkwardness she would feel from being with Mary Margaret and Neal.
"If you don't mind," Neal added, earning death glare from Emma and a sweet smile from Snow, who said it was okay as Emma dragged him upstairs.
By the time Henry got home, it was the middle of the afternoon and Emma didn't even go downstairs when Regina arrived with him.
"Mom?" he asked as he knocked softly at her door.
"Come in, kid," a male voice answered, surprising him as he step into the room.
Henry couldn't help but be surprised as he looked over at Emma's bed. She was fast asleep in the middle of the bed with her head resting on Neal's shoulder, who had on arm around her.
"What are you doing here?" he said getting closer to the bed.
"We were supposed to spend the afternoon together, but she fell asleep almost two hours ago," Neal answered as he patted the place on his side.
"Is she sick?"
"I'm not sick," she said in a husky voice and rolling to the other side she put some distance between her and Neal before she sat with her back against the headboard. "Come here, join us."
Henry looked suspiciously at his parents as he kicked his shoes off before completing his mother's request.
"How was your weekend?" Neal asked putting an arm around his son's shoulders but letting his hand on Emma's arm.
"It was okay, how was yours?" he asked looking at them.
"Well… Mary Margaret told me she's pregnant, so you don't have to hide it anymore." Emma said rising her eyebrows.
"Nice!" He replied turning to her. "Now, I'm betting against Gramps, do you think is going to be a boy or a girl?"
"Henry," Emma muttered trying to not to laugh. "You shouldn't be betting, plus I'm pretty sure they have some magical way to find out sooner than we would in this world." she realized as she shared a small smile with Neal, a gesture that didn't escape her son.
"Okay… what's really going on?"
"What do you mean?" Neal asked.
"We wanted to share some news with you," Emma said looking straight into her son's eyes. She was done with any attempt of lying to him, if she thought she had an ability to catch lies easily Henry was a thousand times better.
"You two are back together, aren't you?"
"Yes, we are," his father replied, and looking at the worried look on Henry's face he could tell he was thinking the same thing that David had thought the day before. "And I promised you, just like I've promised David that I won't hurt her ever again, and you know what a promise means to me."
"I know you wouldn't, I've always known you love her," Henry said with a smile on his lips.
"That it's truth."
"Well, you said news, so what else?"
"So you already know that I'm going to have a sibling, so how would you feel about having one yourself?" Emma asked in a soft whisper.
"You're pregnant?" He asked as his eyes grew wider.
"Yes, kid, I'm pregnant."
"I'm going to have a brother!" Henry yelled as he stood up in the bed with his arms over his head.
"Or sister," Neal added looking at his son, which now was jumping out off the bed.
"I know it's a boy." Henry said with a smile walking towards his shoes.
"Where are you going?" Emma asked a little worried.
"You said we would spend the afternoon together, so I thought we could go for some celebration ice cream."
"Sure kid," Neal said with a smile as he stood from his place on the bed.
"Why don't you go ask Snow if she would like to join us?" Emma said with a smile so big her muscles were starting to ached.
"Okay mom, but don't take too long," Henry said as he walked out of the room with his shoes already on.
"I told you it's going to be a boy." Emma teased walking towards her bathroom.
"I'm holding to my theory, but if you want to bet…" Neal murmured trying to push his hair down.
"Just don't tell Henry about it," she accepted walking out of the bathroom, still with the smile on her face.
Sorry for the long wait, but this was kind of hard to write. Thanks again to Andi88 for beta reading and thanks to all who had favorited, follow the story and review.
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