Naomi continued to throw up for the rest of the morning so Emily sentenced her to

bedrest (on the couch) where Emily brought her soup-that she didn't cook herself-and plenty of water. By midday, Naomi was feeling a lot better and even managed to convince Emily to tell her get some of her assignments done while Emily went to the studio for a late shift.

That night, Naomi cooked dinner and thankfully, no one died or got sick, which Naomi was sure to tease Emily about. Naomi continued to work on her articles while Emily watched a few episodes of Grey's Anatomy but retired to her room once she realised that Naomi wouldn't be joining her.

The next morning, Emily was on her way to take a shower when she found Naomi in the bathroom again. She sighed before dropping to her knees and soothing Naomi again.

"Well we know it's not my food that did that," she replied with a laugh.

Naomi just groaned in response. "I can't miss work today."

"I know," Emily murmured as she continued to rub her back. "How about I put some soup in a thermos for you? You only threw up twice yesterday. Maybe it'll be the same today."

"I hope so," Naomi pouted.

"Come on babe, let's get you cleaned up," Emily offered.

Naomi stilled. "Did you just?"

"Oh. Yeah."

"Okay," Naomi shrugged.

Emily exhaled deeply before helping lift Naomi to her feet. She flushed the toilet and wet a washcloth to help clean her up.

"Thank you," Naomi smiled as she sat on the edge of the tub.

"I'll always take care of you," Emily chuckled.

"Promise?"

"Of course. I'm not going anywhere," Emily pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

"Please don't leave me again, Em." Naomi looked up through her eyelashes.

Emily cupped Naomi's jaw and leaned their foreheads together. "I won't."

Naomi leaned up and kissed Emily's cheek. "I'd kiss you but I probably should brush my teeth first," she giggled.

"You're right," Emily laughed before pulling Naomi into a standing position. "And I need to shower for work, so get out!"

"Aw, am I not allowed to join?" Naomi smirked as she watched Emily turn red before she grabbed for her tooth brush.

"You hate shower sex," Emily shot back, trying to sound confident.

"Only because we slipped that one time and I had a bruise for two weeks."

Emily shrugged before turning around to start the water. "Not my fault."

"Oh, it definitely was," Naomi spit out.

"Sorry I'm just that good at making you come that you lost your grip and fell."

"I'm sure," she laughed before rinsing her mouth.

"You can join if you want, Naoms." Emily challenged with an eyebrow cocked.

"I don't want to make you late for work," Naomi grabbed Emily's waist and pulled her closer.

"I still have a few hours," she shrugged.

"We might be cutting it a little close," Naomi hummed against her lips.

/

The next morning, Naomi was felling sick again, but it wasn't until after Emily had left for work. Fearing the worst, she called Maya who picked up on the third ring.

"Hey Naomi," Maya answered cheerfully.

"Maya, I might have a problem."

"What is it?"

"Can you come over?" Naomi asked nervously.

"Sure. I'm on my way," she replied before hanging up.

An hour and two pregnancy tests later, Naomi was terrified.

"What am I going to do?" Naomi whispered as she sat on the edge of the tub with her face in her hands.

"Maybe they're wrong?" Maya offered.

"The other one is kind of blurry but this one is pretty clear," she groaned while picking up the one closest to her. The two red lines stared back at her and she felt herself feeling sick again.

"How did this happen? I'm pretty sure Em didn't knock you up," Maya joked in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"Not helping," Naomi shot her a look. "Kian and I… we may have had sex on Halloween before we went to Flames," she replied sheepishly.

"You're telling me.. that you hooked up with Kian and then made out with Emily later that night?"

"You're making it sound worse than it is," Naomi complained.

"I'm sorry," she offered. "I just thought you and Kian were still on the downswing when… everything happened."

"We were, we just… I don't know. It kind of just happened."

"I'm guessing Emily doesn't know that happened?"

"Why would she?" Naomi looked up at her.

"I don't know. Are you going to tell her?" Maya questioned.

"I kind of have to, don't I?"

"Not really. I mean, you could-"

"No." Naomi cut her off. "I mean… this is all we really have left of Kian, now. I don't think Ali and Deb would ever forgive me. I'm the reason Kian died. I can't do this to them too."

"Naomi, you didn't kill Kian. That wasn't your fault." Maya sighed.

"But if I hadn't kissed Emily-"

"If Emily hadn't kissed you. If Emily hadn't broken your heart, you wouldn't have met Kian. If Emily hadn't come barreling back into your life, you wouldn't have questioned it. If Emily hadn't gone to Flames that night, it wouldn't have happened. I'm not blaming Emily either. Neither of you are at fault. Kian was drunk and he was mad and he left. It could have happened to anyone. It wasn't your fault Naomi. I need you to understand that." Maya was kneeling in front of her and Naomi's hands in her own.

Naomi simply nodded as the tears fell from her eyes. She had to tell Emily.

When Emily returned from work later than night, she found Naomi sitting on the couch staring blankly at the wall.

"Hey," Emily called out when she stepped through the front door.

"Hi," Naomi replied softly. "How was work?"

"Long," Emily complained as she plopped down next to her on the couch and pulled her in so she could plant a kiss on her forehead. "How was your day, beautiful?"

Naomi felt her eyes prick with tears. She had to tell her, but god, she didn't want it to be like this. "I uhm," she cleared her throat to rid the lump that had lodged itself there. "I found out some news today."

Emily's eyes widened as she felt tears hit her skin. "What happened Naoms?"

"Wow, I really don't know how to tell you this," Naomi chuckled to herself.

"You can tell me anything," Emily responded, pulling her chin up so she could look Naomi in the eye.

Naomi closed her eyes and swallowed hard before replying. "I think I'm pregnant."

Emily sat there in shock, trying to comprehend the news she had just heard. "You're… pregnant," she said carefully. "You're pregnant." Deep breath. "How?" Emily was so confused.

Naomi nodded and tried to wipe away the tears. "Might be. Kian and I had sex on Halloween."

"Oh." Emily nodded as well. "Okay."

"Are you mad?" Naomi asked sheepishly.

"No. Because I have no right to be mad. You weren't mine. Aren't mine, I mean," she stumbled out.

"Right," Naomi laughed coldly.

"Not that I don't want you to be. I really want you to be. And I miss being yours. Although we're not things to be owned, we're people, I just miss being your girlfriend is all." Emily was embarrassed now.

"Are you sure? I just found out I'm pregnant, Em. Do you really want to be with me still?"

"I'll always want to be with you." Emily replied softly.

"Even if I'm huge and about to push a baby out of me?" Naomi laughed.

"Especially then!"

"Well then I think you've passed that test," she giggled. "Be my girlfriend again?"

Emily eagerly pushed their lips together and Naomi laughed again, taking that as a yes.

/

The next day Naomi had gone to the clinic to get another test to see if she was actually pregnant. The test came back positive, so later that week, Naomi had an appointment scheduled for her first ultrasound. Emily offered to go with her, so that's how they ended up in a waiting room surrounded by pregnant women and small children.

"Look at them, with their grimy hands and snot filled noses. How do people do it?" Naomi groaned.

"What are you talking about, they're cute. Look at that one sitting at the table reading. They're being so quiet and good." Emily laughed at her girlfriend.

She scoffed. "Please, that's how they suck you in. They pretend to be adorable and sweet and the next thing you know, they're throwing a temper tantrum and the store."

Before Emily could reply, a nurse called Naomi's name and they set off towards him.

"Hello Naomi, I'm Brandon," he explained as he led them down the hall towards an available room. "We'll be doing an ultrasound to check on the little bean in there," he pointed to her midsection with a laugh.

"Sounds good," Naomi replied with a nervous smile.

This was really it. She couldn't believe it was happening. She settled onto the table and Emily stood next to her and soothingly ran her fingers through Naomi's hair.

"Life you shirt up so we can get started. I'm going to put this gel on your tummy. It's going to be cold," he warned.

She nodded that she understood but still let your a small gasp when the gel touched her skin. He laughed before grabbing the wand and moving spreading it over her stomach. The picture on the screen lit up as he continued to move the wand.

"Sometimes they're a little hard to find in the beginning," Brandon chuckled, pushing his glasses further up with his free hand. He continued his movements and became increasingly confused.

"What is it?" Emily asked.

"I'm going to go get the doctor," Brandon replied with a polite smile.

"Why? Is something wrong?" Naomi was getting worried now.

"I can't give any of the results, unfortunately. Only the doctor can."

"But you're here, you know what's happening," Emily pushed.

"I really can't say anything. I'm sorry. I'll be right back," he assured the couple.

Brandon stood and left the room, quietly shutting the door behind him.

"What do you think is happening?" Naomi asked quietly.

"I don't know. I'm sure it's fine," Emily said while giving Naomi's hand a squeeze.

"Hopefully," Naomi murmured as she stared at the now blank monitor.

A few moments later, a middle aged women with dark skin and bright eyes entered the room. She introduced herself before sitting in the chair that Brandon sat in before and picked up the wand. She moved the wand around Naomi's abdomen, similar to how Brandon had.

"Sorry, but aren't we supposed to be seeing something on the screen?" Emily asked.

The doctor nodded and suggested that they go into her office. She handed Naomi a few paper towels to clean up the gel while she cleaned the equipment. Naomi grabbed ahold of Emily's hand while they followed the doctor into the small room. It was brightly coloured and had a large wooden desk with a few folders scattered across it. There were two plush chairs settled in front of the desk and the doctor gestured for them to sit down in them.

"So I'm sure you're wondering why we're in here and not back in the room," the doctor started carefully. Naomi nodded so she continued. "You noticed that nothing was seen on the monitor… And that's because the fetus didn't survive."

Naomi stared blankly at the doctor. "But I just got tested the other day and it was positive," she explained.

"That's true. However, not all fetuses survive and it's surprisingly common for this to happen during the first trimester."

"So you're saying she's not pregnant? That's it? There's nothing you can do about it?" Emily cut in.

"I'm sorry, but no. I understand how devastating this can be. I've seen many couples try and get pregnant. Hopefully in the future it will work out for you two," the woman replied with a sad smile.

"Oh, no we weren't trying," Emily stuttered out.

"My boyfriend recently passed away and I found out I was pregnant. It was his." Naomi explained.

"Oh. I'm so sorry, I just assumed you two were together." The doctor tried to backpedal.

"We are. We just didn't plan this baby," Emily replied.

"I understand. Do you have anymore questions? Otherwise you're free to leave."

Naomi shook her head no and the doctor rose to guide them back out to the lobby. Emily thanked her before leading Naomi out to her car.

"Are you okay?" Emily asked softly.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Kinda bummed. Also a little bit relieved? I'm a horrible person," she groaned in response.

"No you're not," Emily cooed as she pulled her girlfriend in for a hug. "The doctor said it herself. It's common for this to happen."

"I'm not upset about that," Naomi began to wipe at the tears forming. "I'm upset that I'm relieved. God, what's wrong with me."

"Nothing is wrong with you, babe. What do you need? Netflix? Ice cream? Garibaldi's?" She asked with a small chuckle.

"Garibaldis are always nice," she laughed in response. "Thank you. For taking care of me."

"I told you I'll always be here," Emily said with a smile. "Now let's go home."

/

Later that night, Naomi snuggled up in Emily's bed with her because she didn't want to be alone. And when she thought Emily was asleep, she finally let herself cry. She felt conflicted; she hurt knowing that she lost Kian's child, her own child, but also felt relief that she wasn't being forced into motherhood in her mid twenties.

She had Emily again. After a crazy year of heartache, death, and mistakes, she was finally back were she belonged. Obviously she and Emily had a long way to go before they were back to the way they were before, but she was excited to take that journey again. She finally felt safe again. She was home.

That's it! Finally done. I had the pregnancy planned since the beginning of this fic, but honestly it didn't feel right. Hopefully you're not too mad. I felt like Naomi and Emily really needed to get back to where they were/need to be.

I might do an epilogue at some point in the future. If you'd like me to, please leave a comment letting me know!

It was a crazy ride. Thanks for taking it with me.