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My mom came back ten minutes later, and she sat back down in front of me with a concerned look on her face. I sighted, seeing her so worried, but she also seemed a bit excited. Regina and I hadn't said a word since my mom had walked away to go to the drugstore, and I was grateful my friend was respecting my silence for once. I had needed some time to get used to the idea I was going to know the truth really soon. It was hard. After trying to escape the situation for weeks, I was forced to admit I had miserably failed. I now had to face the possibility of a new pregnancy, and I didn't know how to react. I was feeling a bit guilty for trying to run away for so long, actually, but I was blaming my mom and Regina for not minding their own business. I was a big girl, and my health was only concerning me and Killian. They had no right to walk into my life like that. But I also knew deep down that they were right. They were doing that for my own good, to teach me that I had to face the problem and that I couldn't keep on running away from this. So I didn't even think about getting mad at them. I was aware that I was the one behaving like a perfect idiot by pretending everything was okay.

My mom stared at me for a few seconds as if she wanted to make sure I was all right. I didn't even try to smile and pretend like I was doing okay, because I was feeling really bad. My right elbow on the table and my hand on my forehead, I was feeling like my heart was going to explode because of my anxiety. It was pounding so fast in my chest I was afraid it was going to break my ribs.

Nobody said anything, probably in order not to make me feel worse. My mom discreetly handed me a paper bag under the table, looking all around her to make sure no one else was noticing what we were doing. Despite my fear, I liked the fact they were respecting my choice to keep quiet about this until I was sure I was pregnant. Feeling the touch of the bag against my skin, I sighted once again and took it in my hand. I closed my eyes for a second, trying to give me some strength. I could do it. I had no choice anyway, I had to face my fears.

"I feel like we're doing a drug trade." I mumbled in a low voice, trying to give me some confidence.

"So, you going?" My mom said after a few seconds, ignoring my comment and looking at me with her eyebrows raised.

"What, you want me to go here?" I asked, perplexed, not believing she was actually wanting me to do a pregnancy test in the bathroom of the diner. "I'll wait to be home for that."

"Do you think we're idiots, Swan?" Regina cut me off, looking at me in an annoyed way. "We know you're not going to do the test if we let you go home."

I sighted loudly and rolled my eyes, but didn't answer anything. I knew she wasn't wrong about that. I hadn't really thought about this possibility, but it was highly probable that without anyone pushing me to get some answers, I would have thrown the test in the first trash can on my way and would have pretended everything was perfectly normal. My last way out was closing before my eyes, and my stomach suddenly started to hurt really bad because of the fear. I now had to face this possible pregnancy, my mom and Regina weren't giving me a choice. It was terrifying. I wasn't ready. But I couldn't get away from this.

After a few more seconds during which I tried to give myself some courage to get up and do this damn test, I finally got off my seat to head for the bathroom. I looked at my mom and Regina with pure annoyance before walking away from them. I knew they were right, but I hated to feel forced to do something, especially when I was scared.

I walked toward bathroom with somewhat shaky steps. The bag hidden in my hand, I was trying but failing to control my entire body that was shaking almost painfully. I forced myself to look normal in order not to draw attention on me, but it was so hard I was feeling like I could collapse any moment. Once in the bathroom, I locked the door behind me to make sure no one was coming to find me in the middle of a panic attack. I started pacing in the little room, walking nervously between the sink and the toilets. I had to find the courage to do this fucking test. I had to be strong, and I had to know what was happening. If I was really pregnant, I was going to find out soon enough anyway. Women had to take precautions when they were expecting, and I couldn't do as if everything was okay for much longer. This possible baby had nothing to do with all of this. It was deserving to be treated carefully.

Come on, girl! It can't be that hard!

I had managed alone for years. I had fought against villains, I had survived being the Dark one and I had come back from the Underworld. I had lived things a lot more serious and dangerous than this. I wasn't getting why this test was feeling like the most difficult thing I'd ever had to do in my entire life. My feelings were ridiculous, I knew it. I had given birth to a kid at 17 while I was in jail. I was raising a little boy with Killian for two years, and everything was going more than fine. I had a family, a man I loved, wonderful children who were a living proof I wasn't such a bad mom. But the truth was I wasn't ready to have another kid. I didn't want to live another pregnancy and raise another child. Two were enough. I was terrified.

After a few more minutes spent at trying to hold back the cry of fear that was obstructing my throat, I finally got the test out of the back and realized my hand was shaking. I was forced to notice that I had failed to calm down and that I was still horribly nervous. The test in my hand, I leaned against the closest wall for a little bit, trying to breathe slowly in order not to collapse. I looked at the little item in my hand, as if it was going to jump at my throat. I was wondering if it was going to reassure me or make my entire world crumble once again. But I had to know. Even if it was horrifying.

I sat back down in front of my mom and Regina. My gestures were a bit jerky. I was feeling really dizzy, and was not sure were I was anymore. I didn't know what I was feeling. I wasn't even sure I was feeling something. It was just like a dream, and it felt like I was standing outside of my own body, watching the scene without being able to do anything. But I knew it wasn't a nightmare, what I was living was real. I was feeling empty. Too shocked by what I had just learned, I couldn't even realize what it was really meaning.

"So?" My mom asked in a gentle voice, understanding that I wasn't going to talk if she wasn't pushing me a bit.

I opened my mouth to answer something, but I had a huge lump in my throat and I started coughing, choking on my own tears. And suddenly, without giving me the time to do anything else, I started to sob violently. I immediately hid my face in my hands, too embarrassed to look at my mom. It was as if the dozens of emotions I should have felt when I had learned the news had just hit me all at once, and I couldn't help myself but cry. It was too much. I was so scared, I didn't know what to do anymore. I was feeling so lost. The truth had just hit me like a huge punch in the stomach. My shoulders were shaking because of my sobs and I was trying the best I could not to make too much noise. I didn't want people to start wondering what was happening, but I was feeling like I was drowning in my own tears.

I soon felt someone sitting down beside me in the booth, and my mom gently wrapped her arms around me. I cuddled against her, still crying. Her presence was making me feel a bit better, a bit less scared. Like a little girl, I suddenly needed the arms of my mom to reassure me. I needed her to tell me everything would be okay and I didn't have to worry. I was terrified, the sensation was horrible, and I was feeling as if my guts were being compressed between two plates of burning hot metal. It was feeling like the entire world had just been destroyed and I was alone with my fear. I had become the lonely little girl who was crying after her parents at night in her bed all over again.

"Oh, baby." My mom whispered, gently stroking my hair to try and calm me down, guessing what the test had told me without even asking. "You don't have to be scared, Emma. Calm down, breathe, everything is going to be okay, I promise. You have so many people who love you, you're not alone anymore. We're all here for you. We love you. We're going to help you. Stop crying, honey..."

I needed to hear that kind of things. It made me feel better even if I was still crying. I stayed snuggled in my mom's arms for a long, long time. She was making me feel safe and loved, and I wasn't ready to face the reality of the world again. While I was there, I didn't have to think about anything that was going to happen. Telling Killian and Henry, living another pregnancy, raising another baby. But I ended up hearing a voice asking beside us :

"What's going on?"

I gasped when I recognized Henry's voice. I didn't want him to see me while I was in this horrible state. I was lamentable. He couldn't see me now that I was crying like a little kid. I had to be strong in front of my sons. I looked up, trying to wipe off my wet cheeks, but tears were still streaming down my face. Not managing to seem strong in front of my son actually made me want to cry even more.

"Mom? Are you okay?" Henry said with a worried look, noticing that I was crying.

"She's not feeling well." My mom lied, creating an excuse because she knew I didn't want my son to know what was happening, not now that I was still processing the news. "I'm going to take her outside, some fresh air will make her feel better. Come on, Emma, we're going. Henry, watch the kids while we're gone, okay?"

Noticing that my son seemed unwilling to obey and was still looking at me with a frown, probably wondering what he could do to make me feel better, my mom added :

"Everything is going to be okay, Henry, I promise."

She took my hand and helped me get up, things I couldn't do by myself because I was dizzy and I wasn't seeing clear because of my tears. She squeezed my hand in hers, as if she wanted to make me understand she wasn't going to leave me and I wasn't alone. She started walking, and I let her bring me outside, still crying. Regina got up to follow us, looking very concerned. My mom stopped on the sidewalk in front of the diner. Without thinking, I sat down on the side of the road, my face in my hands. I didn't have the strength to stay on my feet anymore. I was shaking too much, and I was feeling like I was going to pass out again.

A panic attack was coming my way, but I wasn't able to calm myself down. I didn't know what was going to happen now. How I was going to figure things out. I was barely managing with a little boy and a teenager, and they were both literal angels. How would I be able to take care of a third one? I didn't even know how this could have happened. I was under birth control to avoid these kind of things, and I was very careful with them. I knew I hadn't forgotten to take them. I had just been in the unlucky part of women for whom it hadn't worked. I wasn't understanding anything anymore, everything was blurry, I was feeling helpless and I couldn't stop sobbing.

"Emma..." My mom started, sitting beside me on the ground, imitated by Regina who settled next to me. "Why are you crying like that, baby? A pregnancy is usually good news..."

"Except when you haven't planned it." I replied with a little sniff, managing to talk for the first time since I had seen the two little pink sticks on the test. "How am I going to do with another child?"

"But it's going to be fine, you'll see." She said, gently rubbing my back. "You're a wonderful mom, you don't have to be afraid."

"You don't know how it's going to go!" I shouted in a muffled voice. "Liam is only two. Killian and I have never talked about having another baby. I wanna take care of my sons without having to raise another child. Three is too many. I don't know how I'm going to do that. And I have to talk to Killian now..."

"Come on, Emma." Regina intervened in a surprisingly gentle voice. "You know he's going to be happy. You're searching for excuses because you're scared. But he's going to love these news."

I knew she was right. Killian was going to be the happiest man on earth. He was so good with kids, and I was guessing he secretly wanted a big family, even if he had never talked with me about it because he knew I was scared. I was terrified by all these responsibilities. It was just coming naturally for him. I then didn't answer to my friend, and changed the subject because I didn't know what to tell her.

"You won't tell anyone, will you?"

"If it's your choice, we won't" Regina nodded, and I sighted in relief.

"You don't even want me to tell your dad?" My mom asked, raising an eyebrow in surprise.

"I would like to tell Killian first. He should have been the first to know, and I don't want anyone else to learn what's happening before he does. You have to promise me you'll keep the secret until he knows. He's the father. He has the right to know before anyone else."

"I promise, but you should be careful with your mother. She can't keep a secret that well." Regina said, probably to make me smile a little bit but I wasn't in the mood.

"For the hundredth time, I was ten!" My mom shouted, rolling her eyes, and Regina chuckled. "Come on, baby. I promise you it's going to be all right. Stop crying, okay?"

She pulled me close to her again, and I placed my head on her shoulder. I wasn't sobbing anymore, but tears were still streaming down my face. I didn't know what to do, or how I was going to tell Killian. I didn't know how to do anything anymore. I was feeling so lost, and I was still shaking because of my fear.

I suddenly heard my mom gasp, and I looked up to see what was happening and why she was suddenly sounding so surprised. What I saw through my tears made my heart beat even faster, and I rubbed my face to try and wipe off my tears. My dad, Killian and Robin were walking in our direction, even if they didn't seem like they had noticed us yet. I quickly said, trying to calm down because I didn't want them to start asking questions.

"Don't tell Killian now. I wanna talk to him when it's just going to be the two of us."

My mom slowly nodded, looking concerned, but she seemed to understand why I wanted her to keep the secret. Realizing that my eyes were probably bright red and that I was still crying, I hid my face in my hands to give me the time to calm down a little bit. I didn't want Killian to worry too much. I didn't know how to tell him what was happening, but I didn't want it to happen here, on the side of road, while I was in the middle of a panic attack. It was the worst way to tell him he was going to be a dad again. I couldn't do that to him. He was deserving better.

"What are you three doing here?" My dad's voice started above my head, telling me that the three men had finally arrived.

"Just enjoying the weather." Regina shrugged after a little hesitation, and I felt grateful she had listened to me for once and she wasn't going to tell anyone about what I had just found out.

"It's cold." Killian stated, a bit triggered by her answer, before saying in a worried tone : "What's going on here? Swan, you okay?"

I didn't say anything back. I wasn't calm enough to pretend everything was okay while talking to him, and he was going to notice that something was wrong with me. But he seemed to understand something was off anyway. He was quite perceptive, and he knew me better than anyone else. He could always tell when I was feeling down. Not knowing what to answer, I let a little silence fill in the place before he started talking again :

"Emma, look at me."

He had said his sentence in a gentle voice, but I knew he wouldn't accept a denial. Knowing that I had to obey, I looked up and stared at him with tears in my eyes. I saw his eyes widened and his expression changed from inquiring to worried. He knelt on the ground in front of me and placed his hand on my thigh to gently stroke my skin through my jeans.

"What's wrong, darling?"

"I… I..." I stuttered, not knowing what to say.

"She passed out again." My mom improvised, intervening to help me with a surprising confidence.

I glanced at her to quietly thank her, and she nodded with a little smile. Killian looked at me carefully to make sure I was all right. He cupped my cheek and stared at me in the eyes, and I forced myself to smile in order not to worry him. He finally wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a tight embrace. I let go of another sob, grabbing his jacket to pull him a little bit closer to me.

"Oh baby." He said, gently running his hand up and down my spine. "I'm sorry I wasn't there when you collapsed. Was it that bad?"

"I'm fine." I panted, my face buried in the crook of his neck. "I'm sorry, I can't stop crying, but I'm okay."

"Don't apologize, love. Just promise me you'll go see Whale. Please. I can't stand seeing you like that."

"I promise." I whisper, knowing all too well that I had to go now.

"She doesn't have a choice anymore, believe me." Regina added, as if she had read my thoughts.

I didn't say anything back and Killian gently kissed my neck to calm me down. He was looking so worried for me, and I just didn't know what to do anymore. I closed my eyes, breathing him and letting his reassuring smell comfort me. I had to stop crying. Everything was going to be okay now, it had to. I was scared, but I had my family and Killian. I would survive this. I had survived much worse. I didn't have a choice anyway. I couldn't go back, I couldn't do as if everything was okay. I was pregnant. And I had to assume the consequences of this situation.

here we go, as a few of you have guessed, Emma is pregnant! This fic is going to tell how they are going to live this situation with the crisis there is in town. Thanks for all the support, guys, and see you Friday!