Blown away by the response of this fic. Thank you so much for your lovely words and your supportive comments. To all the wonderful reviewers who have defended me against the negative comments, I thank you very much. Your kindness means a lot.

A huge thank you to LyCham for coming up with an alternative idea to how Regina was able to get pregnant. I had had a completely different idea, but after rewatching the potion scene, I realised it was not at all going to work. She was able to give me a great idea, so thank you very much!

Regina knocked on Emma's door, clutching her purse tightly against her side. Her stomach was rolling with anxiety as her thoughts raced in her mind. Would Emma know right away? Would Emma be able to tell just by looking at her? Would she be upset or happy? Regina fought the wave of nausea in her throat, squeezing her fingers around the straps of her purse. She held the leather bag close, not wanting to risk Emma seeing the contents inside. Regina stuck her hand inside the bag, pushing down the four plastic sticks inside and covering them with her wallet. She'd brought them just in case, but she now wished she had left them at home. She zipped up her bag just as the door flew open, Regina forcing a smile when she saw Emma.

"Hey, baby," Emma greeted, grin growing wide when she saw Regina standing on her doorstep. "You look amazing."

Regina smiled shakily at her, not trusting her voice as she stepped inside the house. She discretely took a deep breath, finally nodding at Emma.

"Thank you. You look very nice as well."

Emma looked down at her black slacks and fitted blouse, shrugging.

"Not half as good as you though. Are you hungry?"

Not really.

"Of course, darling. It smells wonderful. What did you make?"

"Your favourite. Seafood linguine."

Regina's stomach flip flopped as she followed Emma into the kitchen. Oh Gods, not seafood. She wasn't sure if she could keep that down. But, it was her favourite, and she knew instinctively that Emma had likely worked for hours on the meal, not to mention all the time she had spent deciding what to make. She appreciated Emma's effort and she knew the woman would be proud of the meal as well. There was no way Regina would disappoint her by telling her she couldn't eat it.

"I wasn't sure if I could make it, but I went online and found a recipe with really good reviews and the instructions were super easy to follow. I took a few bites already-"

Regina tried desperately to listen as Emma chatted away, but her mind would not be ignored. Gods, Emma looked so happy, so beautiful. Regina should tell her right away. She should cut off Emma's rambling. She should stop the date now and tell Emma she was pregnant. She should tell her what was happening before-

"Oh my," Regina's breath caught in her throat as she looked around the dining room, eyes wide as she took in her surroundings. Emma had completely redecorated the room, candles flickering on nearly every available surface, the lights dimmed, soft music playing in the background. A large bouquet of flowers sat on the table, which was covered by a beautiful, peach coloured tablecloth, and white Christmas lights were strung up around the room. The table was set for two, Emma's chipped tableware replaced by elegant looking plates and bowls, two shiny wine glasses at either setting. The cutlery sparkled against the dancing flames of the candles, and Regina momentarily forgot to breathe.

"I hope you like it," Emma said shyly. "I wanted our first date to be special."

Tears sprang to Regina's eyes. She'd never before been on a date, but she was sure that even if she had, not one would not top this. The sheer amount of effort Emma had gone through just for her…

"It's perfect."

Emma smiled happily in response, pulling out one of the chairs.

"Take a seat. I'll be right back with dinner."

Regina did as she was told, thanking Emma when the woman pushed her seat in for her. Emma grabbed their bowls, and Regina hid her trembling hands beneath the table. There was no way she could bring up the pregnancy now. No way she could risk ruining their evening with the news, not when Emma had made such an effort. It would have to wait, but until when?

Regina looked around the room, noting that Emma had most definitely repainted since the last time she'd been here, the ugly yellow walls replaced with a soft grey colour. She'd also acquired a new china cabinet, and the china set on display inside, Regina recognised, was the same that currently sat on the table.

I've always wanted a nice place, you know? Never had any money or a home to call my own. I finally saved enough money to buy this house though, and now that Henry's older, I can finally afford to decorate it the way I want. I can get overpriced china and ugly, expensive stuff to make my house look fancy if I want because it's my house. And, bonus? I don't have to worry that my kid is gonna trash my house because Henry's older now.

Tears stung at Regina's eyes as she remembered the conversation they'd had when Emma had first bought her house. Her right hand came up to her stomach, resting softly against the fabric of her dress.

"You're not going to react well to this news, are you?" Regina asked herself softly.

"I hope you're hungry! It smells awesome, if I do say so myself."

Regina snapped to attention, hand yanking away from her midsection. She managed a smile at Emma's enthusiasm, the woman's sunny disposition helped her feel at least a little better. Despite her worry and her fears, Emma's presence always calmed Regina.

"Thank you," Regina said politely, when Emma placed her bowl in front of her. "It looks delicious."

"Thanks. I even made the noodles myself. Which is a gamble when it comes to my future happiness because if you don't survive, I'll feel a little guilty for the rest of my life."

"Only a little?" Regina asked, her mood lightening a little at Emma's teasing tone.

"Yeah, like sort of guilty. Not completely, you know, 'cause you're choosing to eat what I'm serving you even though you know I'm a terrible cook. So it's still partly your own fault."

Regina chuckled gently, shaking her head. She reached for her fork, swallowing hard as she looked down at her meal. It did look good, but she really wasn't that hungry. Her appetite was always the first thing to go when she felt upset. However, Emma had made an incredible effort, and she was now waiting for her to try the meal she'd made especially for her, so Regina twirled a few pieces of linguine on her fork and brought it to her lips.

"Mmm!" Regina exclaimed, a little surprised at the delicious taste. She chewed slowly before smiling at Emma, nodding eagerly. "It's delicious, Emma."

Emma grinned proudly before taking a bite of her own pasta, before her eyes flew open in realisation.

"Oh! The wine!"

Emma immediately bolted from the table, annoyed with herself for forgetting Regina's favourite drink. She quickly grabbed the white wine that had been breathing on the counter, pulling it out of the ice bucket before heading back to the dining room.

"Here we go."

Regina's eyes widened slightly at the bottle. Emma noticed, of course, and frowned in confusion.

"What?"

"Uh, I don't believe I'm able to drink wine this evening, darling. I'm sorry. I'm not feeling terribly well and I believe the wine would make things worse."

"You're not feeling good? Why didn't you tell me? We could have rescheduled."

"No, I'm fine, Emma. I'll just pass on the wine. But you drink it. I'd like you to enjoy it for me."

"Are you sure?"

Regina smiled and nodded.

"Yes."

"Okay," Emma agreed, pouring herself a glass. "Why don't we stay in tonight, then? We can cuddle on the couch and watch a movie or something."

Regina was going to say no. She knew Emma had planned on taking her out to the boardwalk so that they could enjoy some fresh air together. But the idea of staying in with Emma, curled up on the couch and simply enjoying each other's company was infinitely more appealing. Plus, she told herself, it would be easier to tell Emma the truth if they were home. After they enjoyed the meal Emma had worked so hard on.

"Okay," Regina agreed with a smile. "You won't be disappointed if we stay in?"

"I could never be disappointed spending time with you, Regina."

Regina's stomach warmed at Emma's words. She loves you. It'll be okay.

"Alright."

They continued eating, exchanging soft smiles and few words, Regina lost in her thoughts and Emma simply enjoying the other woman's company. Regina wondered if Emma might possibly be happy with her news, given the insistent comments that she wanted nothing more to simply be with Regina, that she enjoyed her presence, that she'd been so much happier now that Regina was around so often. This child could bring them closer, Regina thought, could it not? Babies usually made people happy. But she also knew of couples who had been driven apart because of the birth of a child (but they'd been forced to stay married because divorce was not an option in the Enchanted Forest), and Regina worried that the same would happen to them, especially since they had only recently become a couple. But, then again, Emma was wonderful with her little brother, and she would surely be good with her future child as well. She had been incredible with Henry after all.

"Wanna go sit in the living room together?" Emma asked, once they had finished eating.

"Yes. I would like that very much."

Emma cleared the table (insisting that Regina head right to the couch), quickly piling the dishes in the dishwasher before joining her date in the living room. The second her eyes landed on Regina, Emma's lips formed into a small smile. Warmth settled low into her belly at how soft and beautiful Regina looked, and Emma was unbelievably happy knowing she got to spend the rest of the night curled up with the brunette.

Emma joined Regina on the couch, sitting behind her and pulling her close.

"You smell so good," Emma mumbled into Regina's neck, nose buried in her hair. "You always smell so good."

Regina chuckled, nestling further into Emma's arms. Sitting between Emma's legs was Regina's favourite position, and she sighed contently when two strong arms wrapped around her middle. She leaned back and rested her head against Emma's collarbone, nosing the woman's neck before speaking.

"Thank you, darling. It's called bathing. You should try it once in a while, then you too would smell this nice."

Emma scoffed, though her shoulders shook with laughter.

"You're such an asshole."

"I never pretended to be otherwise."

Emma rolled her eyes, sneaking in a kiss to Regina's cheek.

"What do you want to watch?" she asked.

"I truly don't care. Whatever you'd like, as long as it isn't full of gore."

Surprised, Emma grabbed the remote. Regina almost always chose what they watched, and Emma was not going to argue if she was allowed to pick this time. She flipped through the channels in search of something that piqued her interest, absentmindedly stroking Regina's arm.

"You sure?" she asked.

"Yes. I'm happy sitting here with you. I don't mind what's playing on the television."

The truth was, Regina was distracted and it didn't matter what was playing on tv. She'd be stuck in her own head anyway. She should tell Emma the truth now. She should turn off the tv right now and turn to her lover and tell her what was going on. Emma would want to know if something were bothering Regina, if something were wrong. She would want to help, but Regina feared her reaction. But even as she feared it, a small part of her couldn't help being cautiously excited to tell Emma as well. Emma loved Henry, and she loved Regina as well (Regina knew this, had felt it for months before Emma had said it). Maybe Emma would be happy about the new addition. Maybe this would bring them closer, would solidify their family dynamic. Maybe Emma would even cry happy tears when she was told the news. After all, the only thing Emma had ever wanted in life was a family.

Emma, unaware of what exactly was bothering Regina, finally settled on Battlestar Gallactica. She curled herself around the smaller woman, holding her close and kissing her cheek and neck softly, not to arouse but simply to comfort. She could feel the brunette was distracted, had something on her mind, and so Emma held her close in the hopes that Regina might open up. Tension oozed from the other woman, and Emma hoped her lover would tell her what was going on. First though, she'd have to get Regina to let go of the stiffness in her shoulders, so she slid her hands from Regina's waist and slowly rubbed them up the woman's back. Once she reached her shoulders, Emma pressed her fingers into the soft tissue there, looking for the knots of tension and doing her best to work them loose.

Regina closed her eyes, melting into the blonde's embrace as talented fingers began massaging her shoulders. She moaned in pleasure, eyes closing slowly as she enjoyed Emma's attention.

"You're so tense, baby. What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I've just had a long week."

Emma worked the knots in Regina's shoulders before working her way down her back, rubbing and pressing into the woman's tight muscles. She contemplated what to say next, finally choosing to make a vague statement in order to prompt a conversation.

"You've been awfully quiet tonight."

"Hmm," Regina said noncommitally. What else could she say? She had a lot on her mind.

Emma continued to massage Regina's back and shoulders, keeping quiet so that Regina knew she was free to talk. After nearly thirty minutes of rubbing her back and receiving no further explanation, Emma's attention was caught by Regina turning her head slightly to the right. Emma had assumed the woman had been watching Battlestar Gallactica during her massage given that she had been staring right at the television. But, if she had been, the slight tilt of her neck let Emma know that Regina's attention was now elsewhere. Emma turned her head in the same direction as Regina had turned hers, looking around to see what she could possibly be looking at. It didn't take long for Emma to figure out what had caught the brunette's eye: the new pictures she'd put up of Henry and the rest of the family. No doubt Regina was looking at them, and this was the perfect subject to get Regina to open up a little.

"I got some of the camping pictures printed last week finally. Put 'em in a frame on Wednesday. Did you see them?" (Emma knew very well Regina had).

"Yes. They're quite nice."

Regina's gaze had been discreetly glued to the photos for the past twenty minutes, ever since she'd noticed the new picture frame on the wall. There were a dozen pictures there, put together like a collage. Her eyes had been locked on the ones of Emma and Henry, as well as the one in dead centre of the frame of she and Emma. Emma had her arms around Regina's shoulders, head leaning against hers, both in the midst of laughter. They had been teasing Snow prior to the photo being taken, using their magics to cause the woman to keep dropping the sticks she had been gathering for the fire. Every time Snow had bent down to pick a stick up, one of the women had sent one of her other ones tumbling to the ground. When Snow turned to pick that one up, the most recently gathered stick was then sent falling to the ground. They had done this over and over again, stifling their giggles the entire time. Snow had huffed and grumbled, completely unaware of what was happening. Only when Emma and Regina had both burst into fits of laughter (as seen in the photo) at Snow's unexpected swear of irritation did the woman finally catch on.

Regina couldn't stop staring at that picture, grateful that Henry had taken it. They looked so happy, and Emma was looking at her with such… unguarded affection. Regina turned her head slightly, eyes roving over the other snapshots, the many she had taken of Emma and Henry: Henry, grinning madly, holding up the fish he had caught while Emma looked on proudly; Emma and Henry in the canoe; Snow, Emma, and Henry playing Marco Polo with a blindfolded Boo; Emma standing with an enormous smile, holding fast to her little brothers legs as he sat happily on her shoulders. He had been eating ice cream as well, and most of it had dripped down into Emma's hair, but the woman's reaction hadn't been to get annoyed. She had simply laughed and dove in the lake, rinsing her hair of the sticky liquid.

Emma was so good with her brother, with Henry. Maybe she wouldn't react so badly when Regina told her the truth. After all, Emma loved Regina deeply, and Regina knew that.

"Please tell me what's on your mind, baby. I want to help you."

The softness in Emma's voice, her gentle hand caressing her cheek tugged at Regina's heart.

"I'm worried," Regina whispered.

"About what?"

Your reaction.

"You can tell me anything," Emma assured her.

Regina pulled away, moving to sit on the cushion next to Emma. She licked her lips, her mind racing now as she thought of how to say what she knew needed to be said. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest, and she wondered for a moment if such a rapid heartbeat would do harm to the baby. Her baby. Their baby. Oh, Gods. She needed to tell Emma. Emma was looking at her with such caring eyes. Regina looked away, guilt eating at her. Fear gripping her. Worry consuming her. This was going to change everything. How could she tell her?

When Emma saw the tears filling Regina's eyes, she immediately slid closer, her eyes wide with concern. She cupped Regina's cheek with one hand as the other held Regina's hand. Regina looked absolutley terrified.

"What is it, honey? Are you in trouble? Whatever it is, I'll take care of it. You're not alone. I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to help you."

You're not alone.

"Do you mean it?" Regina asked.

"What?"

"That you won't leave."

Regina was strong. She was brave. She was a survivor. She had overcome obstacles, traumas, horrifying experiences that would have left even the strongest of people irreparably scarred for life. She could face anything, and she would, if she had to. But Regina, in this moment, was absolutely terrified. She was scared of Emma's reaction. She was scared of doing this alone. She was scared of losing what had become the most meaningful relationship in her life since Daniel had passed away.

"Regina, whatever it is, just tell me," Emma implored. God, what had her so scared? Regina was practically trembling before her.

Regina licked her lips again, heart thumping so loudly she could barely hear herself as she finally spoke the words she'd been so terrified to say aloud.

"I'm pregnant."

Silence filled the room. Emma pulled back as though she'd been slapped. Regina's tears finally spilled down her cheeks.

"What?"

"I-I'm pregnant."

Emma blinked, her head shaking. Regina- what?

"What? How?"

Regina stayed quiet, knowing Emma wasn't actually asking how she had gotten pregnant. She knew how; she'd been there.

"How do you know?" Emma asked. What? What was Regina even telling her?

Regina stood and wordlessly went to her purse. She retrieved the four tests, handing them to Emma before sitting down and looking between her knees at the floor.

Emma stared blankly, eyes fixated on the plastic sticks in her hand. She knew what these were. They looked exactly the same as they had sixteen years ago when she'd been sitting on the cold tile floor of her then-girlfriend Lily's bathroom. Only then there had been seven pregnancy tests, all reading the same thing. Emma had been terrified back then, feeling a fear so intense she hadn't been able to do anything except repeat the word "no". Now, now Emma felt numb. Or maybe she felt nothing, or too much all at once. One thing was for certain, she was confused as hell.

"You're pregnant."

"Yes," Regina croaked. Emma didn't sound happy. She risked a quick glance, her stomach plummeting when her eyes fell upon her lover. Emma's face was expressionless, and for a woman who wore her heart on her sleeve, her non-reaction worried Regina even more.

"Is it mine?" Emma asked, in disbelief that this was actually happening. How could Regina be pregnant?

"Of course it's yours!" Regina snapped, the hurt of the question slicing her straight in the heart. "How can you even ask me that? Gods, Emma. I haven't been with anyone else! Do you truly think me so loose?"

Hearing the hurt and the betrayal in Regina's voice, guilt instantly flooded Emma.

"I'm sorry," Emma said sincerely. "I'm sorry. I just- I'm confused. I didn't mean that. I know there isn't anyone else. I just- I don't… how is this even possible? I thought you couldn't get pregnant. Because of the potion. I didn't think this was possible. I thought this was something I didn't have to worry about with you."

Emma winced when she saw Regina flinch at the last sentence.

"Sorry. That came out badly. I just… I'm trying to be delicate here but we know that isn't my strong suit. I'm sorry. I just don't get it. I thought you had drunk that potion."

"I did."

Emma waited a minute, hoping Regina would continue. When she didn't, Emma spoke again.

"Then how…?"

Regina took a deep breath, tracing her thumb with her index finger as she spoke, never once looking up from her hands. She owed Emma an explanation. She had planned on telling her eventually that she could get pregnant, that it was a possibility. She just didn't think it would happen so quickly and that she'd be telling her after she was already pregnant.

"I designed this town, this place, and everything in it. I rewrote everyone's story, took away their happy ending in order to find my own. I created an entirely new story, with new backgrounds, new names, new histories. And that included my own. I made myself mayor so that everyone would respect me, so that I would have control over this entire town. Manipulating everyone was only a part of my happy ending though. Because even if no one here hated me anymore- they feared me, but they did not hate me- I still had no one to love me in this new place. Deep down, even in my darkest moments, I wanted to be loved- even if I didn't deserve it. Daddy loved me, Gods only know why because I certainly didn't deserve it, but he wasn't going to be with me and I knew this. So I rewrote my story. I reversed what I had done, rewrote my future within the new spell and took away the potion's effects, the same way I rewrote Ruby's curse and removed the wolf from within her. The spell was powerful enough to transport half of the Enchanted Forest to a new place, which had been created out of nothing in a new world. It was certainly powerful enough to reverse the effects of the potion. My intention was to become pregnant once I arrived in Storybrooke, but there was no one with whom I wanted to share my bed. I may use my sexuality as a weapon, but I am not a slut, and I do not sleep with anyone I do not lo-" Regina caught herself, swallowing hard, "with anyone I do not like. And there was no one in Storybrooke I… liked. Artificial insemination was still experimental at best, as was in-vitro fertilisation. I was not comfortable doing either of those things, and certainly not alone, so I turned to adoption. I wasn't sure if I would retain the ability to become pregnant once the curse had lifted, but once I realised Ruby never reverted back to the wolf, well…"

Emma stayed silent. She couldn't speak. She could barely think, her thoughts racing wildly. She couldn't catch up to what Regina was saying. She had had no idea. How had she not known? How the hell had Regina kept this from her? Emma had the right to know this was possible. Why didn't Regina tell her this before? Before they slept together. Emma had had no idea that Regina was able to get pregnant. Emma knew about the potion, knew that Regina had drank it in order to make herself barren. She had most certainly not been told that its effects had been reversed. Suddenly angry that this information, which she was absolutely entitled to, had been withheld from her, Emma turned sharply to Regina.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me this before?"

"I…" Regina faltered. The truth was, she didn't really have an explanation. The subject had just never come up. They had never discussed children, and Regina- it wasn't an excuse, but she'd been consumed, distracted, completely enamoured.

Regina had spent so many decades without needing to worry about getting pregnant because she'd been barren. And Graham had been sterile (as she had made him to be). She hadn't really thought of the possibility of getting pregnant after so long of it being a non-issue. And what was more, Regina had found love for the first time in… in so long. After accepting that she would never find it again. She had been so consumed by the feelings Emma had stirred in her that she hadn't even thought about the fact that Emma could cause her to fall pregnant.

Emma, suddenly bursting with energy, jumped from the couch and began pacing. Reality was starting to catch up with her as she held the pregnancy tests tight. She had been through this before. She knew what this meant, what was coming. Only this time, she wasn't a kid. She couldn't blame this on being a reckless adolescent. She couldn't just run away from the inevitable, hiding for months until she got a call late one night from her ex, racing to the hospital in time to see a gruelling hard labour, only to then throw the baby at the first nurse that came by once it was finally born. It had been easy to get rid of that problem (Emma winced as she thought the words. Henry was no longer a problem, was no longer thought of as unwanted or a burden. But back then, when she'd been a terrified kid, he'd been an overwhelming responsibility that she hadn't wanted to deal with. That neither had wanted to deal with. Their decision had been encouraged by the people around them, who didn't want to deal with another mouth to feed). It had been scary, yes, but it had almost been easy back then. There had been no expectations of her, only that she do away with the "problem" and move on with her life.

But now, now Emma was an adult. There were expectations. She couldn't just walk away from this. She had family who loved and supported her, who would be looking at her to do the right thing. To support this child that she had literally just been informed she had helped conceived and that she wasn't even sure she wanted. Emma had genuinely never thought this would happen, and her mind was reeling. She and Regina hadn't gotten anywhere near discussing kids. Hell, they had only just had their first date! And now Regina was telling her she could get pregnant, that she was pregnant. That they were going to have a child.

"I have the right to know these things, Regina!" Emma exclaimed, the words bursting free from her as she paced. "I feel like you've… like you've deceived me. Like you've been lying to me all this time. I had no idea you could get pregnant, otherwise I would have taken precautions. Jesus. You never told me this could happen, and now I feel like… like this really important information was kept from me. Fuck, we acted like a couple of idiotic teenagers. Had I known you could get pregnant, I wouldn't have been so careless. I don't even know if I want more kids, Regina. And now you're telling me I'm going to have another one. I like my life the way that it is, and now everything's gonna be different. This is gonna change everything. Because you're gonna keep it, aren't you?"

Even before she responded, Emma knew the answer. She knew Regina, better than anyone had ever known her, and she knew the brunette would keep the baby.

"Of course I'm going to keep our child, Emma."

Emma looked away, part of her bitter when she heard the words that sealed her fate. She was resentful that the decision was made for her. If Regina kept the kid, there was no way Emma could not participate in its life. Not only would her family not let her just shuck her responsibilities while her child was being raised in the same town in which she lived, Emma would not let herself do such a thing. She knew what it was like to feel unwanted, rejected. She had grown up feeling them every day. At least those feelings had come from people she knew were not her family. She had always had that hope that her real family would want her, would love her. There would be no way she would allow her child to ever feel that rejection. No, Emma would never let her child feel unwanted. But she would be lying if she didn't feel at least a little resentful that she was basically being forced to agree to become a parent and raise this baby when she hadn't even been included in the discussion, hadn't even gotten a say in the matter.

"I don't know if this is what I want, Regina," Emma said honestly. "I never planned on having more kids. I don't know if I wanna do this."

Regina, unable to take any more of Emma's hurtful words, stood. She grabbed her purse, tears streaming heavily down her cheeks. She was angry with herself for not being able to control her emotions, but now that she was pregnant, her hormones were in control. She was hurt so deeply that it felt like she had been stabbed, the knife carving her heart from the inside out, and she was unable to stop the tears. Her stomach was in a hard knot, and it took all of Regina's energy not to collapse on her incredibly shaky knees. She needed to walk out of here, and she needed to do it before she lost control of her emotions completely.

"I need time, Regina. You can't just spring this on me and expect me to be happy. My life is totally gonna change and I never even had a warning that this could happen. I need time."

Regina just stared at her, their gazes locked as she searched Emma's eyes.

"You're never going to be happy about this, are you?"

Emma's silence weighed heavily upon the room.

"I don't know," Emma finally confessed. And she didn't. She had never considered being a mother again. And this time, she'd be starting from scratch, not coming in ten years after the fact. She didn't know if she had it in her to start from the beginning.

The sob hitched in Regina's throat before she could stop it, and, without waiting for Emma to say anything more, she turned and disappeared in a cloud of purple smoke.

A/N: I know some of you wanted Emma to react well to the news, but I genuinely don't think someone who is blindsided like Emma was here would be jumping for joy, at least not given where she stands. There is so much work involved with raising a child, and a baby drastically alters the course of your life. You'd definitely need time to process if a pregnancy were unexpected, as Emma does. (Of course, when you're trying and/or would be happy to have kids *now*, that's another story). Plus, let's be real. Drama and angst make for a great read, as well as more chapters than you'd have if everything went smoothly :) #makeupsex! (I can't believe I hashtagged. Going to put myself in the corner of shame now).

See y'all next chapter. Wonder what will happen...