Thanks to oncer4life11 and Araya for the reviews! and sorry for the little mistake yesterday, I updated here a chapter from my other fic (that is in french), and I felt so dumb afterward xD anyway, hope you'll like this chapter! :)

Sitting at my desk at the station, my head in my hand, I was staring at the blank page in front of me without really seeing it. I really needed to find a way to defeat Zelena, I didn't have a choice. Regina, Robin, my dad and Killian had gone in the forest to look for the Wicked Witch while my mom and the wizards were in the loft with the kids and were trying to think about a plan. How inefficient we were had made me pretty mad, and I had decided to go alone in order not to start yelling at my poor friends who had nothing to do with my nervousness. My hormones were driving me crazy lately and I could get mad surprisingly easily. Killian was usually always there to ease me by a hand on my back or discreet and gentle strokes, but this time he wasn't with me and I needed to control myself so the wizards wouldn't start asking themselves even more questions about my strange behavior. But withdrawing from my friends hadn't really made me feel better. I was in the station for more than an hour now, and nothing was happening. I was getting distracted by everything : the birds singing outside, the ventilation noises, the heat. I had taken off the sweater I was still wearing over my clothes to hide my pregnancy, of course, but even in a tank top it was so hot I couldn't even think clearly.

Discouraged, I leaned against the back on my chair to stretch my muscles. My stomach started to rumble, and I suddenly realized I was absolutely starving. I hadn't eaten since breakfast, and it was past noon. I grabbed my purse that was laying on the desk next to me to look for the chocolate bar I had taken with me before going out of the house, eager to finally swallow something.

I looked everywhere, but I didn't find anything eatable in the mess that was my bag. I let the purse fall on the floor with a pout, realizing I had probably forgotten the sweet on the kitchen counter instead of actually taking it with me. I was so unfocused these past few days I sometimes wanted to slap myself to clear my head up. This pregnancy was definitely really hard to combined with the crisis we had to face, and I had the feeling I was going crazy.

I sighted, realizing I would lose a precious time going to Granny's to get something to eat. I would usually have used my magic to get me something, but Whale had told me I could only use my powers in case of emergencies, and I didn't want to disobey this order. It was for the baby's sake, and I would have done anything for it to be healthy. I then looked at the piece of paper laying in front of me again and nervously hit the table with my pen.

Okay, girl, you'll have the right to go eat something when you'll have found an idea to fight Zelena. Maybe it will motivate you.

But it didn't work. I was feeling like I had a huge hole in my stomach, and it was hurting like hell. I was dizzy because of my hunger and the heat, and my mind felt a bit blurry. The baby kicked in my stomach, as if it was protesting against the fact I was trying to fight against myself. I placed my hand on my baby bump and mumbled :

"I know, I'm starving too. But don't put too much pressure on me, please. I need to finish this thing."

My words didn't seem to ease it at all, and it continued to kick, more and more violently. I decided to ignore it, but once again it didn't work as I had hoped it would. Feeling it moving so much inside of me wasn't helping me to concentrate at all, and I was feeling a migraine coming my way. I really needed to eat something. I would usually have forced myself to stay where I was in order not to lose any time, but I was pregnant. It was the baby's health I was putting in danger by refusing to eat something.

I then got off my chair and started opening every drawers of the station to see if it was containing any kind of food. My gestures were a bit violent, and I was making such a din by slamming every drawer on my way that I even startled myself a couple of times. I really didn't want to go to Granny's, time was precious in our situation. But as I had expected it, I didn't find anything, and I sighted, placing a hand on my stomach to talk to the baby :

"Okay, you won, let's go to Granny's. You happy now?"

It kicked as an answer, and I rolled my eyes in annoyance. It's like it's mocking me. If this kid already starts to be sassy, it's not going to be easy when it will be born. I put both my hands on my waist and walked toward the coat hanger to take my sweater with a frustrated sight, because I had to put it on while my tank top was already sticking to my skin. But the sound of the front door opening made me stop immediately. I didn't know who was coming, and I was wearing a pretty tight top while I was 19 weeks pregnant. My stomach was impossible to miss in these conditions. I looked all around me and realized I didn't have the time to go take my sweater before the mysterious guest arrive into the main room. So I quickly threw myself on a chair and glued my chest against the desk, hoping it was hiding my rounded-out belly.

I waited to see who was coming my way, my leg bouncing up and down in nervousness, and I sighted in relief seeing my mom entering the room. I instantaneously relaxed and pulled away from the desk that was compressing my body, a hand on my stomach as I was finally breathing again.

"Seriously, tell me it's you next time." I moaned, rolling my eyes, definitely in a very bad mood. "I thought it was someone who didn't know about my pregnancy, you made me panic."

"Emma..." My mom started as I was getting up my chair, continuing to talk without paying attention to the fact she had just called my name.

"I was about to go to Granny's to get something to eat, 'wanna come with me?"

"Emma, I have something to tell you."

My heart skipped a beat and a shiver made my teeth crash into my mouth. Her voice had rung quite strangely, sounding utterly worried. I was suddenly having a bad feeling about her presence in the station, and her concerned look made me guess that something was definitely wrong. She was biting her lower lip and was looking very worried and quite embarrassed, and it made me so scared I didn't even know what to do with myself anymore.

"What's wrong?" I asked in a somewhat shaky voice.

"Emma, I'm… I'm so sorry." She stuttered, looking so ashamed, and it made me worry even more. "It's Liam..."

"Tell me what the hell is going on!" I cried out as my stomach was getting more and more painful and I was feeling like throwing up, hearing her talking about my son.

"He fell over." She hesitated, looking at me as if I was going to jump at her throat. "On the head. He was bleeding a lot, so I took him to the hospital, and..."

Suddenly, nothing else mattered around me. I placed my hand on my stomach as my breath was getting stuck in my throat. I wasn't hungry anymore, nor hot. I was just thinking about my baby boy who was hurt, and I wanted to start yelling in panic.

"Why haven't you called me?!" I shouted, taking my cellphone who was laying on my desk.

"I tried, but you weren't answering…

Her comment was completely useless. I let go of a "Fuck!" when I noticed she had tried to call me dozen of times, and I suddenly wanted to punch myself for always putting my phone on vibration mode when I was working to focus more easily. Because of that, my son was at the hospital right now, and I should have been with him.

"Who's with him?" I asked, feeling tears forming in my eyes from the distress I was experiencing. "Please, tell me he's not all alone there..."

"No, don't worry, Henry is with him. I called Hook, he must already be on his way with David..."

"But how did it happen?" I asked in a broken voice, a huge lump in my throat preventing me from breathing normally.

"I'm so sorry, Emma." She said, looking like she was about to start crying. "I… it's all my fault. I was talking with the wizards, and I didn't watch him for a few minutes. He climbed on a chair, and it fell. He hit his head against the coffee table..."

"You didn't watch him?!" I yelled, so hard that my voice broke from the anger. "He's two! You can't leave him all by himself!"

I was trusting my mom. I had never thought something could happen to Liam while he was with her. But I had been wrong, obviously, and I was so mad at myself for thinking I could trust her. I was very angry at her too, actually. I was feeling like she had betrayed me grandly, and because of her my son was hurt.

"Emma, I..."

I didn't let her finish her sentence and rushed toward the door to get out of the station. I was just hoping things weren't too bad. Liam had never been to the hospital before, he had never hurt himself badly, and the situation was making me panic so bad I was feeling sick. I needed to go and join him the quicker possible, my little boy needed me.

"Emma..."

"What?!" I barked, turning to face my mom with my hands in a fist.

"Your sweater, honey..."

"Son of a bitch." I mumbled, turning to walk back to the coat hanger and putting on my sweater before running to my car, my mom following me.

I started the engine without even waiting for her, and she got into the car as I was about to start driving. I was feeling like nothing else was important anymore : Liam just needed to be safe. And I was so angry, I was feeling the anger burning inside of my chest, as if I was an erupting volcano. I was blaming my mom, I was so, so mad at her because it was all her fault. And having her next to me in the car wasn't helping me to calm down at all.

The short trip to reach the hospital took place in an awkward silence. The foot glued to the accelerator pedal, I didn't even care about the fact I could have an accident by driving at this crazy speed. I was just thinking about my son at the hospital, he was probably calling after his parents, and this thought was breaking my heart. I needed to go and comfort him, it was my job.

"I'm so sorry, Emma." My mom started in a sheepish voice, breaking the silence.

I didn't even bother answering, looking around for a place to park my car. I really didn't want to talk to her. I was already in a bad mood before she came to tell me the news, and now I was about to explode. I was scared to say something I would regret if I answered her right now.

"Are you mad?"

The sentence finally made me lose my chill. I had tried to control myself, but it was too much for me. The hormones, the stress I was feeling about the wizards and Zelena in town, the heat and my panic because I was terrified that Liam was badly hurt finally took control over me. I grabbed the wheel to stop my need to punch something, and started yelling without really thinking about what I was saying :

"If I'm mad? What do you think?! I left you with my son, I trusted you, and he finishes at the hospital! How would you feel if Neal got hurt while he's with me, tell me? You left him all alone, for fuck's sake! It's not something you do! Are you completely insane? What the hell where you thinking?! It's all your fault if he's here, damn it! So of course I'm mad!"

I stopped talking, panting because of the anger, my stomach so painful I was feeling about to throw up, and got out of the car by slamming the door behind me. I had the time to notice the hurt expression on my mom's face before rushing to the hospital entrance without paying attention to her.

I had barely walked into the hallway that I crashed against someone who was standing in my way. I almost lost my balance, stunned by the shock, and a hand grabbed my waist so I didn't fall on the ground. I recognized the familiar feeling of Hook's hand before even seeing him, and I looked up to meet his worried gaze. He seemed as terrified as I was, but he made sure I was all right before starting to talk. I didn't wait any longer and grabbed his forearm, panting :

"Do you know where he is? Is he okay?"

"I don't know, I just arrived here two minutes ago." He said, looking all around him to try and find someone who could help us. "Are you okay?" He worried and I vigorously nodded, not even thinking about complaining, even if my body was still aching a little bit because of the impact.

"Mom! Killian!"

Henry's voice made us turn at the exact same time. I took Killian's hand and intertwined our fingers together to comfort myself, and ran toward my son with Killian by my side.

"How's your brother?" I asked in a muffled voice.

"He's okay. It's fine. He's hurt, but it's not bad. I think he's mostly scared. He's calling after you." He confessed, looking worried. "Come with me, I'll take you to him."

My son briefly placed his hand on my shoulder to reassure me and shared a comforting look with Killian before starting to walk. Hook squeezed my hand tight and I looked at him with tears in my eyes. We arrived pretty quickly in front of a closed door, and Henry stepped away to let us in. I opened the door to find Liam sobbing, sitting down on an examination table. My dad was in the room with him, and was trying to comfort him. At the exact moment he saw us, my son started to shout :

"Mommy! Daddy!"

I approached him and took him into my arms, holding him close to me. He had a pretty big wound on his forehead and it was bleeding a lot, but aside from that, he only had a few bruises and I knew it could have been much worst. He cuddled into my arms, still crying, and I whispered without paying attention to the blood that was starting to stain my sweater :

"It's okay, baby, I'm here..."

Hook came to place his hand on our son's back and started whispering comforting words in his ear, kissing him on the top of his head to try to console him. I glanced at my father, who was still standing next to the examination table. He was holding a cotton with blood spots on it, and I guessed he was trying to stop the bleeding when we had come in. He approached us, looking quite worried, and informed us :

"Whale should be there any minute, he said Liam needs stitches."

"There's no need." I answered, before adding seeing how perplexed he was looking. "I can heal him with my magic."

"Emma, are you sure?" Killian asked, frowning and placing his hand on the small of my back. "Whale said you shouldn't use your powers unless there's an emergency. I'm scared something would happen to the baby…"

"It's an emergency." I countered, looking deep into his eyes to make him understand my point. "And it doesn't ask me a lot of strength to do that. I don't want him to have a scar if we can avoid that. And he's in pain. I just want him to feel better..."

Hook wavered for a few more seconds but ended up nodding, as heartbroken as I was by our son's tears. I laid Liam down on the table, but he started to sob even stronger, wriggling to go into my arms again. I felt a little pinch in my chest seeing him like that, and I gently stroked his hair to comfort him :

"I know it hurts, sweetheart." I said in a soft voice, trying to hold back my own tears. "But you need to stay still for a little while, okay? Mommy is going to heal you."

He didn't listen to me, and was still frantically moving. I sighted, feeling so helpless, and turned back to Killian to ask him, tears in my eyes :

"Can you hold him for a sec? It will only take a few minutes, but I can't do anything if he keeps moving like that."

He nodded and gently grabbed Liam's shoulder to force him to stay put. Our son started to cry even louder, and I felt a huge lump forming in my throat. I closed my eyes for a second to focus, trying to ignore my fear and my distress. My son needed me, and I had to be strong for him. Seeing me cry wasn't going to help him. So I pulled myself together and moved my hand just in front of Liam's face. When I let my arm fall on my side, he was completely healed. I checked him and healed every single one of his bruises. My son's cries finally calmed down a bit and had almost gotten quiet when I finished my task. I took him back into my arms and kissed his forehead to comfort him.

"It's over, Liam. See? It's not hurting anymore."

I rocked him for a very long time against me, and he ended up calming down completely. My heart was still pounding really fast in my chest, and I sat down on the examination table, my legs a bit too weak to support my weight. Killian, who knew I was fighting against myself in order not to start crying, placed his hand on the small of my back and gently stroked it. After a while spent in a perfect silence, I looked at my little boy to realize he had almost fallen asleep, his thumb in his mouth. It's in that moment that Whale finally entered the room, panting a little bit :

"Sorry for the delay, I had an emergency. But we're going to heal the little one, don't worry."

"It's okay." I said in a low voice in order not to awake my son but also because I was still feeling like crying and my voice was a bit shaky. "It's already done."

"What?" He said, looking a bit appalled by my words. "It's like I'm not even useful in this town anymore. I'm still going to check on him to make sure he's all right, okay?"

I nodded and placed my son on the table, what completely awakened him. He stared at us, looking a bit lost and worried, and Killian said, gently stroking his back :

"The doctor is going to look at you to know if you're all right, okay, Liam? After that, we'll go home."

"Can I have a lollipop?" My son asked a bit sheepishly.

"Of course, baby." I said, forcing myself to smile at him. "You just have to be a good boy for a little while, understood?"

I pulled away from him, Killian by my side, as I was feeling the tears starting to form in my eyes. Now that everything was almost over, I couldn't control my emotions anymore. Killian guessed how bad I was feeling, and he gently took me into his arms as I was cuddling against his chest, my face buried in his neck to stifle my sobs. He kissed my forehead and gently ran his hand up and down my back, and I could feel he was forcing himself not to start crying with me. Whale didn't take long to look at Liam, but it gave us enough time to calm down a little bit. We really didn't want to worry our son. The doctor said it was okay to take Liam home as he was absolutely fine, and we let go of a sight of relief at the exact same time. Killian lifted Liam up, and we left the room, our son snuggled into his arms.

My mom was awaiting for us, standing in the middle of the waiting room, and was looking particularly nervous. She glanced at me in worry, but I chose not to answer her. Now that I knew Liam was okay, I was realizing I should never have talked to her the way I had done earlier. She had made a mistake, it could happen to everyone. But I still couldn't believe she had left him all alone, and I decided to calm down a little bit before apologizing for my behavior.

"Is he okay?" She asked, trying to seem calm even if I knew she was about to start crying, and gently running his hand on Liam's arm.

"Emma healed him with her magic. He's more than fine." My dad said with a gentle smile, leaning forward to press a kiss on her forehead and calm her down.

"Thank god." My mom sighted in relief, her free hand pressed against her chest.

"What do we do now?" Henry asked, looking deeply relieved as well. "We're going home?"

"Swan, are you okay?" Killian suddenly said, raising his eyebrow at me without answering my son. "You look very pale."

I was feeling dizzy. All the emotions I'd had in such a little amount of time and the fact I hadn't eaten yet were making the world spin around me. I almost lost my balance, and my dad grabbed my shoulder to help me stay on my feet. His other hand on the small of my back in case I would fall, he drove me to a seat and made me sit down. I looked up at the ceiling, my hand on my forehead, taking some deep breaths and trying to calm down. Killian gave Liam to my father and squatted in front of me, his hand on my knee.

"What's happening, sweetheart?" He asked in a muffled voice because of his worry. "Is it because you used your magic? You're not feeling well? You want me to call Whale?"

"I'm okay, it's nothing." I assured him with a little smile to comfort him a bit. "I just haven't eaten in hours, and I'm starving. It must be why I'm feeling bad. It's not a big deal, don't worry."

"Let's go get something to the cafeteria, then." My dad decided. "So you can have a piece of cake, because you've been really brave." He added to our son, who was now smiling as if nothing had happened.

I nodded and slowly got up to try to stay on my feet, as Killian was wrapping his arm around my waist to support me. I purposely avoided my mom's gaze when I walked past her, still feeling too angry to look at her in the eyes.

The conversation was pretty animated since we all knew Liam was okay. We were sitting at the biggest table in the hospital cafeteria, and a tremendous amount of food was laying in front of us. My father and Henry were joyfully talking while Liam, who was sitting in a baby chair next to Killian, was busy putting his chocolate cake everywhere except in his mouth. He had insisted to do "like a big boy", but the try was obviously not a huge success, not for my son's clothes anyway because they were a mess. But he seemed to be having such a good time I really didn't know if I had to stop him or not.

"Okay, that's it." Killian decided, taking the spoon out of Liam's hand. "You're putting chocolate everywhere."

"But I wanna do it!" My son started to whine with a pout.

I smiled and grabbed my cup of hot cocoa to drink a sip out of it. I was feeling so much better since I had eaten. Killian had been careful I was eating enough to not be hungry for three days, as always when I was skipping a meal. My migraine was gone, and I was feeling deeply relaxed. Now that my mind was clear, I was really starting to realize I should not have said what I had told my mom. I was right to be angry, but she was already feeling guilty enough without me yelling at her. She was looking so sad since the start of the meal, and I knew I really needed to apologize to her. Looking down at her knees, she wasn't telling a thing, which was surprising because she was the one who was usually always talking. I put my mug down on the table, frowning, wondering what I had to do to make things better. Talking to her right now would be a bit difficult and not really discreet, but I couldn't leave her like that. As if she was forcing me to choose, she suddenly got up and hastily said :

"I gotta go, I left the kids with the wizards..."

"Mom, wait!" I called her back, not wanting us to leave each other mad, and she turned to look at me with surprise. "Can we talk in private for a bit?"

She nodded, looking very serious, and I got off my chair, fluffing Liam's hair as I walked past him and noticing he was still putting chocolate everywhere. We got out of the restaurant and I managed to find an empty corridor after a few minutes of research. I then turned back to her and bit my lower lip when I saw how sad and guilty she was looking.

"Look, I'm so sorry mom." I started in a sheepish way." I should never have gotten mad at you. I was just scared, and… I told you things that were unfair. I know you're the best with kids, and I trust you to take care of Liam. It happens to everyone to make mistakes..."

"I'm the one who is sorry, Emma." She said, looking up to me with her eyes sparkling with unshed tears. "Really. If something worse had happened to Liam..."

"He's fine." I cut her off with a little smile. "I overreacted. I don't know what has gotten into me. Well, it must be because of the hormones..." I joked to show her I wasn't mad at her at all anymore.

She shyly smiled at me, and I wrapped my arms around her to make her feel better. I felt her smile widen as she was getting I wasn't blaming her, and she placed her hand on my arms as she was pulling away from me. She stared at me for a few seconds, and I said while raising my eyebrows, a bit puzzled by her look :

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, baby, it's just… Would you like it for us to do something together, just the two of us, one of those days? I feel like it never happens with everything that's going on in this town. I would like to spend time with you, you know. Be like a normal mother for once."

I took a deep breath as I was feeling tears forming in my eyes again. Her offer was truly touching my heart. It was true that between everything that was happening all the time, I was never spending time alone with my mother. I was feeling like she preferred taking care of Neal – which was normal, because he was still a baby – and I was used to it, I had grown up without a mom after all. She was always there to comfort or support me when I needed it, sure, but we had never taken the time to just hang out together for a bit. I was feeling like we didn't know each other that well, and it was saddening me a bit.

I therefore vigorously nodded, wiping off a tear that was streaming down my face and I answered in a muffled voice :

"Of course, mom. I would love that."

"Great." She said, embracing me once again, knowing how touched I was, and I placed my head on her shoulder with a little sight. "I can't wait for us to finally start knowing each other. I love you so much, Emma. And again, I'm sorry for..."

"Stop apologizing, it's okay." I cut her off with a little sniff.

She smiled at me and took my hand in hers. Comforted by our conversation, she walked back at our table with a big smile on her face, and sat down, looking deeply relieved. Killian looked at me in question when he saw that I had cried, and I smiled at him as I was settling next to him to make him understand it was okay. He didn't say anything, but leaned forward to press a gentle kiss on my temple and comfort me a bit.

"I thought you had to go." Henry said to my mom, and we all turned to look at him.

"I mean, yeah, but now that I think about it, Harry, Ron and Hermione can baby-sit the kids for a while longer. After everything we're doing for them..."

The comment made everyone smile, and the conversation started again, my mom finally taking part of it as she usually did.

See you friday for a more eventful chapter! :)