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Weeks passed since Emma's last appointment with Dr. Whale, and her bump was getting progressively larger. She could feel her daughter's kicks more clearly now, and each time it brought a little smile to her face. The others began to notice her growing bump as well, and they would always pause for a second to tell her so. Emma stopped by Granny's to get something to eat before she left for the Sheriff's Station. She contemplated on taking maternity leave off, but she decided not yet. Maybe when she had only a few months left of pregnancy she would, but not now. Storybrooke needed their Sheriff. When Emma entered the door to the diner, Ruby came up to her with a huge smile on her face.
"How's the baby doing?" She asked, curious as always. Emma smiled. She liked Ruby, she was a good friend.
"She's doing great, thank you for asking," Emma told Ruby. Ruby nodded her head in approval. She was glad to hear that the baby was doing okay. Before she had some disconcerting thoughts about the whole thing, especially because of how Henry was born and raised, but now she seemed convinced that Emma could do it again.
"That's wonderful, I'm so happy for you and Neal." Ruby said, her grin getting wider. "Now is there anything I can get you this morning?" Ruby asked, pen in mouth, and pad of paper ready to jot down whatever Emma wanted. Emma thought for a while. She was really hungry this morning, but that could've been the after affect of morning sickness and that her hormones were always heightened.
"I'll just have a black coffee and a bear claw, please." Emma finally said. She would eat a bigger lunch later at work, depending on what Graham was going to get. She watched as Ruby quickly scrawled her order down on a slip of paper to give to the head chef.
"Your order will be here right away!" Ruby said as she ran to greet the next customer who came through the door. Emma found herself a small, quiet booth and sat down. She knew she should've ordered her usual hot chocolate, but she needed the coffee to wake herself up. Lately it seemed that she's been getting little to no sleep at all, and it bothered her. Emma sighed as she played with the metal napkin dispenser. Minutes later, Ruby arrived with her order, and Emma smiled.
"Thanks Ruby," She said as she took the warm cup of coffee into her hands. She didn't realize how cold she was until the hot glass touched her skin.
"Anytime." Ruby said with a smile, and went back over to the customer she was helping before. Emma grabbed a few creamers and a couple of sugar packets, and stirred them all into her coffee to make it somewhat bearable to drink. After letting it cool down for a while, Emma took a sip, cringing a little as she did. She remembered why she wasn't a huge fan of coffee anyway. A little while later, Emma finished her breakfast and went over to the counter to pay for breakfast. Granny stopped her for a second to talk to her.
"Look I know you're trying your very best to have a second chance at being a parent, but be careful." Granny told her, concern showing in her eyes. Emma bit her bottom lip. She knew exactly what Granny was talking about. It's been eleven years since her last child, Henry, and she knew she had to be careful.
"I know," Emma said, looking down at her boots. So many people were concerned about her and her new baby.
"Good. And if I were you, I'd go on maternity leave pretty soon," Granny told her, eyeing Emma's bump. Emma nodded her head. She already knew that too.
"Thanks Granny, for breakfast." Emma said with a smile as she began to turn back on her heel out the door.
"You're very welcome dear." Granny said as she finished folding the towel she had in her hand earlier. She watched as Emma walked out the door to her sheriff car, and heaved a sigh. She hoped the girl would be okay, and she didn't want anything bad to happen.
The Sheriff Station was quiet as usual, and Emma placed her jacket on the back of the spinning chair. She placed a hand on her growing bump, and felt her daughter kick.
"You're not going to cause me any trouble, are you?" She asked her, and laughed a little. Her daughter replied with another kick. "You better not give me any trouble young miss," Emma added. She was laughing a bit more, and stopped when Graham walked in the room. He was as scruffy as ever, with the bags under his eyes growing.
"Oh whoa you're-" Graham began as he backed away.
"Don't say it!" Emma shouted as she chucked a ball of crumpled paper at him. She hated it when people said she was huge.
"Hugely beautiful is what I was going to say if you let me finish," Graham said, his mouth forming into a straight line. Emma bit her bottom lip out of embarrassment.
"Oh, sorry I threw that at you then," She apologized, and continued to stare at the pile of paper work on her desk. Graham circled her desk until he was in front of her, and sat down on the desk.
"How's Neal?" He asked, curious about how the father was doing.
"He's doing well," Emma said, which was true. Neal was excited to be having another child. She knew he was ready for a second chance.
"That's great, I mean really great," Graham said. He began to fiddle with one of the pencils that was abandoned. "Um, do you want maternity leave any time soon?" Graham asked, nervous. He really didn't know how to talk to Emma now. It was like she was a different person, with another person growing inside her.
"Yeah I know I'm going to have to eventually, but I'm only three months in." She informed Graham. She didn't want to leave her job just yet.
"Well if I were you I would." Graham said. "I just want you to be careful." He added as he hopped off of her desk, and walked over to where his car keys were. Emma sighed. That's all anyone told her these days, was to be careful, and she knew that. She just wished people would stop telling her what to do all of the time, and it was getting annoying. Emma took a good look around her office, and figured she could stay here for a little while longer. She didn't want to leave her job, because she loved it too much. Emma liked knowing that the people she loved were safe and sound.