A/N: I celebrate Chanukah and decided to do something fun for the holiday. Plus I've had all these little unrelated one shots running around in my head, and I figured this was the perfect way to get them out. There are going to be eight chapters (for the eight nights of Chanukah) unrelated one shots that revolve around Henry in someway told from different POVs. This first chapter is something that came to me after watching Tallahassee. I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I never have and never will own any of these characters.

She was sick again. It was supposed to be a two day trip from Portland to Tallahassee, but with the amount of time she had made Neal pull over it wasn't going to be that simple.

"Are you sure you're okay." Neal asked worriedly as he held her hair back.

"Yeah." Emma groaned and did a final spit for good measure.

Without a pause Neal handed her a water bottle, which she gratefully took. She took a sip to wash the awful taste out of her mouth and spit that out before taking a larger gulp to rehydrate.

"I think we should stop Emma." Neal suggested as he pushed a stray piece of hair behind Emma's ear trying to be desecrate about checking for a fever.

"No we need to keep going."

"You're sick Emma and I don't want you to get worse."

"No I'm fine honesty. I'm already feeling better." Emma gave Neal her best puppy dogface, the one she knew he couldn't resist.

"Fine, but I want you to sleep in the back."

She nodded her head yes in agreement. From the look on his face she knew he still wasn't convinced, but as long as they kept driving it was okay. They had managed to sell off the remaining watches which left them plenty of money to run away to Tallahassee and not have to worry about getting caught by the cops. It had taken some time to get new identities and of course make the car legit, but they were finally off to their new home in Tallahassee. Of course during all this planning they had not factored in Emma getting sick. Hopefully with some rest she would start to feel better.

Emma moved from her spot in the front and laid down in the back. She didn't want to worry Neal more, but she was exhausted. This sickness was taking a whole lot more out of her then she was letting on. She was actually relieved to be lying down in the back; it had more room than the front.

Neal pulled a blanket from the bottom of the car and laid it on top of Emma. He gave her a kiss on the forehead and a final worried look before getting back into the driver's seat. Once the car was in motion it didn't take long for Emma to fall asleep.

Emma had no idea how long she had been asleep, but she did feel better than before her nap. She sat up in the back seat and stretched out the kinks that came from sleeping in the car.

"Hey you're up, how are you feeling?" Neal said glancing back at her before turning to keep his eyes on the road; he did not want to get pulled over.

"Much better." Emma answered, Neal shot her a look. "Honestly I do. It must have been something I ate."

"If you say so."

"So where are we?" She asked wanting the change the subject.

"Somewhere in Nebraska."

"Nebraska? How long have I been asleep?"

"A long time, you must have needed it."

"I guess so, though I feel bad making you drive for so long. We were supposed to split it."

"It's okay, you needed rest."

"Alright, but after our next stop I am taking over, we can't have you falling asleep at the wheel."

"Deal. So do you think your stomach can handle some food?"

"I think it can, I can really go for a cheese burger right now."

"Should you be eating that after being sick?"

Emma shrugged, "I don't know, but I am really craving one right now."

"Well first place I see I'll pull over and get you a burger."

Emma leaned forward in her seat to kiss Neal on the cheek. While she was still tired, her nausea was completely gone. She could easily chalk the throwing up to something bad she ate or the nervous energy she had the past few days before the left Portland. She knew the plan wasn't going to fail, but there still had been a strange feeling in her stomach. Hopefully once the made it safely to Tallahassee, her stomach would be back to normal.

The rest of their ride was uneventful. Emma had to fight hard against the pull of sleep as Neal rested beside her. She couldn't figure out why she was so exhausted after she had slept for hours before. She didn't want to wake Neal up, so she fought through it. Or at least she did until she had no choice but to pull over and throw up again. Maybe that cheeseburger wasn't the best idea. Luckily Neal did not wake up, so she was able to keep it a secret.

When Neal did wake up a few hours later Emma gladly let him take over the driving and once again passed out. The next time she woke up they were in Tallahassee. She bounced in her seat excitedly as Neal drove through the city. For now they would continue to crash in the car, but tomorrow they would start looking for their own apartment. They weren't looking for anything big or lavish, just something they could call home. Their old lives of stealing were officially behind them and their future looked very bright.

The only thing that brought a damper on all their happiness was Emma's sickness. She continued to get sick and just felt off. Neal was worried and pushed her to see a doctor, but Emma insisted that it would pass. It was probably left over nervous energy that was making her sick, plus being in a car for so long would make anyone tired and achy.

It wasn't until Emma looked at the date on a calendar did she start to put the pieces together. Neal was at his new job leaving Emma alone in their apartment. She was looking at the calendar to see what day it was, when she realized something was wrong. She counted on her fingers to make sure her mind wasn't playing tricks on her. When she knew the math was right she stood there in shock unable to believe what she just realized. There was only one way to find out for sure though, after all it could still be stressed related.

Emma grabbed her purse and ran out the door. The local pharmacy was only a block away from their place so it didn't take her long to get there. Even though she wasn't supposed to steal anymore, this one item she couldn't bare to buy. Casually walking down the aisle she pushed it into her purse before moving along. To make up for stealing she bought herself some hot chocolate and milk.

With her purchases she ran back to the apartment, she wanted to find out the answer as soon as possible. She read over the instructions mostly to stall for time, before actually following them. Wanting to be sure of the answer Emma used both products that came with the box.

She sat and waited anxiously on the bed for the timer on her phone to go off. Maybe she should have waited for Neal to come home to do this, it would have made her feel a lot better. But at the same time she didn't want to worry him if it turned out to be nothing.

Finally Emma heard the beeping of her phone and she went to the dresser to learn her fate. She picked up the first stick and fell back onto the bed in shock as she looked down at the answer.

This was how Neal found her when he got home from work.

"Emma what's wrong?" He asked running over to her.

Emma finally looked up to look into his eyes. "I finally figured out why I've been so sick. So I ran to the pharmacy and stole… I just couldn't go through with buying it and I promise it will be the last thing I steal."

"Hey, it's okay Emma, just tell me what happened."

"So I came home and I followed the instructions, and…and…"

Not able to get the words out she handed over the test. Neal gave Emma a confused look as he took it, but his eyes widened when he realized what he was holding.

"Is this…?" He asked, Emma nodded her head yes. "Are you sure?"

Again she nodded her head, "I took two and both said the same thing, that I'm…I'm…"


That was when Emma lost it. Hearing the words from Neal's lips made it all real. She buried her face into her hands as the tears streamed down her face. Neal reacted quickly and pulled her into her arms.

"Hey it's going to be okay." He murmured.

"How can it be Neal?"

"Because we have enough money and a home to raise this baby in. Plus we love each other Emma, we can do this."

"You really think so?"

"I really do."

Neal leaned down to kiss Emma on the brow before getting up and crouching in front of her. He pushed up the fabric of her shirt leaving her stomach exposed.

"I love you too baby." He said into her stomach causing Emma to let out a laugh.

"You know he can't hear you."

"I don't care. I want this baby to know how loved he is." He gave her bare stomach a kiss before leaning up to kiss her properly on the lips. "I love you Emma Swan." He whispered touching his forehead to hers.

"I love you too." Emma replied back.

"Now come on I'll make you a cup of hot chocolate with that new box you bought." Neal held out his hand for Emma to take.

"With cinnamon?"

"Like I would dare give you anything less."

Emma took his hand and Neal helped her up from the bed. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and together they walked off into the kitchen.