Emma stood by the bathroom sink, staring numbly at the little plastic stick she held in her hand. Or, more accurately, the tiny '+' sign it displayed.

This could not be happening.

She'd been so careful; as soon as her relationship with Killian turned physical, she'd stocked up on condoms, diaphragms and any other birth control she could think of or afford. But somehow, she was pregnant again.

She loved Henry, and was so glad he'd come into her life and she could be a mom, but she wasn't ready to be a mother- whatwith all the nappies and morning sickness and hospital visits and ultrasounds and baby names and breastfeeding and- and... oh, god she was hyperventilating.

Emma groped behind her for the support of the bathtub and sat down shakily. The miniscule 'plus' had embedded itself into her brain, seared into her vision permanently, even when she closed her eyes and rubbed her eyelids to try and make it go away. Her life was about to change forever.

"Emma, love?" Killian's concened voice woke her from her terrified stupor. He knocked on the other side of the bathroom door with his hook, as she'd locked it earlier to give herself some privacy. "Are you alright? You've been in there for quite a while."

Emma shook her head to clear it an hastily flushed the toilet to cover the noise of the pregnancy test being shoved into the bin and covered with tissues. She unlocked the door and greeted Killian with a hastily constructed, yet still wan, smile.

"Yeah, I'm good. I was just... reading." She indicated behind her, towards Mary-Margaret's stack of gossip magazines, which were piled by the loo.

Killian accepted this alibi without questioning further, and took Emma's hand.

"Mary-Margaret and David have gone to Granny's- apparently Regina, Robin, Roland and Henry are there already with some news. You fancy it, love?" Killian's bright blue eyes met her green ones, earnest, loving and joyful. She needed to tell him. But she couldn't.

"Yes, sure. I'll just get my jacket." Emma slipped her hand out of his and turned away. She couldn't look at him, she was too wracked with confusion and guilt. She didn't know how he'd react and she still hadn't come to terms with it herself.

She left the landing and trotted down the stairs to get her jacket, leaving him looking slightly hurt. Killian leaned over the balcony to watch her collect her things and frowned. She was never usually short with him, and if she needed both hands for a task, she tended to kiss him before she cut off pysical contact entirely. Her abrupt departure and slightly brief responses worried him somewhat. He rested on his arms and waited for Emma to get her stuff. When she'd found her burgundy jacket, knee-length boots, phone and station walkie-talkie, she turned in a swirl of blonde to smile up at him. This smile was genuine and caring and Killian felt reassured. He was sure nothing was wrong- and if it was, he knew she'd tell him soon enough. Her shortness earlier was put down to concern over Regina and Robin's news, and he thought no more of it.

...

They walked into Granny's arm in arm and were waved over to the booth which housed Mary-Margaret, David, Regina, Robin, Roland and Henry. On their way over, Killian grabbed an empty table and carried it over to the booth to give them mmore seating space, and Emma followed suit with a couple of chairs.

Once greetings were shared and everyone had settled, the attention was focused onto Regina and Robin. The mayor smiled at the bandit, whose hand she'd been holding the whole time. Robin grinned back supportively, and looked at their friends, who were watching with bated breath.

"After much deliberation," began Robin, "Regina and I have decided we're going to live together."

Amidst exclamations of 'Congratulations', 'Wow' and a 'Good on you, mate' from Killian, the couple shared a brief kiss and turned back to look at everybody.

"So how is this going to work, then?" Enquired Emma. Regardless of her happiness for Regina and how relieved she was that she'd finally found a happy ending everyone approved of, she was determined to keep her mind off the events int he bathroom earlier. "I mean, is Regina going to have to learn how to make a campfire and put up a tent?"

Regina smiled, mildly embarassed, at the table. It was a welcome change from smiling at her victims as she crushed their hearts, so she enjoyed the smile. Even after a couple of years of trying, striving to be good, she wasn't accustomed to smiling out of embarrasment, love, or anything other than malevolence. She relished the change.

"No, Saviour. Robin and Roland are going to be moving into the mayoral house with me, and everthing else will continue as usual. Robin's still going to head the Merry Men, I'll still be mayor, etcetera. But Robin will be sharing some of his, uh, merry duties with Little John."

Then, David made some sort of joke about Regina being Robin's missus and how he wasn't going to be in charge of the household anymore, everyone laughed and the group broke off into a couple of different conversations. Emma leaned in towards Henry, who was sat opposite her, and said in a lowered voice:

"How are you doing? You okay with this?"

Henry looked at his mom in surprise.

"Yeah, I love it! Robin's great and I'm just happy that both my moms are finally happy."

Emma inwardly groaned. How was she going to tell everybody? She couldn't come to terms with it herself, and she had a feeling she wouldn't for quite a while. Pretty soon the signs were going to start to show and everybody would find out anyway- and then they'd wonder why she hadn't told them sooner, herself, and then they'd find out how she felt about it and then they'd think she was a horrible person.

It wasn't like she didn't want the baby- she just didn't feel ready for it. She didn't think she was going to be a good mother- and then she didn't know how Henry would react. He'd already dealt with not having his real mom for the first 10 years of his life, and he might feel replaced- like Emma had felt when her parents had baby Neal. And on top of all that, there was Killian. Loving, kind, caring, brave, loyal Killian, he was certainly a father figure to Henry. But did he want to actually be a father? Emma had no idea; they hadn't discussed the matter at all, and Emma had never regretted that until now.

This wasn't good.

Henry's moms were both happy, as far as he knew, and Emma was going to strive to make it seem that way as long as she could, so she smiled back at her son, and told him he should feel free to stay in the loft anytime, especially if he was finding the moving process too loud or difficult.

The conversation moved on, and Emma relaxed. She told herself she wouldn't think about the baby any more tonight, and chose to procrat=stinate dealing with it until tomorrow. She resolved to have fun tonight with the happy couple, her friends and family- to which there would soon be another small addition.