Emma's Pov
As soon as I walk through the doors of Granny's, I am bombarded with hugs left and right. Henry practically ran up to me.

"Hey kid," I say holding him close to me.

"Emma!" Regina came up to me next, "I am so glad you're alright."

My dad and mom greet e next. My dad cradles my head like he always does when he hugs me. It is just us 6 tonight.

I glance over at Killian who is also talking to people. He is talking to Regina. I walk over to them. I overhear part of their conversation on my way over.

"So both Emma and the baby are alright?" Regina asks.

"Aye! Little one and momma are perfectly fine." Killian replies.

He smiles at me, one that I return, as he wraps his hand around my shoulder.

We all sit down at a table and our food is out in seconds. Thanks to Granny. Throughout the entire meal everyone is chatting about this or that, laughing and having a good time, till I have to ruin it.

"Emma are you sure you're alright?" My mother asks for the hundredth time.

"I'm fine," I answer a little too harshly.

I realize my emotions are not in check when my hand starts to sting from how tightly I am gripping my fork.

I take a deep breath and kiss Killian on the cheek.

"I am going to go get some fresh air."

He grabs my hand and gives me a concerned look.

"Alright, love," he says reluctantly.

I walk out of Granny's the doorbell chiming as I walk out. I huff, frustrated and plop down on the bottom step of the stair. It's dark already and the lights that hang above Granny's glow in the night. My head falls into my hand and I angrily run my fingers through my hair.

I don't even know why I walked out here. All I know is that I am overwhelmed with emotions. I am angry with Killian because he is putting our child at risk. Something is off I know it and he dismissed it, just like that. But for some reason I can't act out on my anger with him because he is too perfect of a husband. I know he didn't mean to hurt me.

So when my mother's "are you alright"s got too annoying I couldn't help, but lash out slightly. It is easier to be angry at her, than to be angry at Hook.

I am just so worried about my child and nobody seems to be listening to me about what is happening. I tried talking to my parents, Killian, and Doctor Whale about it and they all thought I am just under a lot of stress. And I am, but I of all people know magic when I feel it. There is something going on here and I will not let it threaten my baby.

The door jingles open. I groan. I really just want to be left alone right now.

"Killian. I don't want to talk to you right now."

"Hook said that you might say that. And it's a good thing I'm not Captain Guyliner," Regina sits down next to me, "And no offense to your marriage, but I think you need talk to someone who has been a mother before."

"Then why didn't you just send my mother," I lift my face out of my hands.

"Well coming from someone who sent their newborn daughter through a magical wardrobe into a new world alone for twenty-eight years, I don't think they really know how to advise an expecting mother."

I scoff.

"And the fact that the only pregnancy advice they got was from the Wicked Witch."

I laugh.

"I thought you could use a drink too."

"Regina, I'm pregnant," I look in her direction.

"I know. That's why I brought Hot Chocolate, not Rum."

She hands me a mug.

"Emma, I know you and you may be able to fool your parents, but the pirate and I know that something's bugging you. And as a mother I am assuming that it has something to do with your child."

"You're right."

"And... what's worrying you?

She pauses, waiting for me to succumb to her interrogation. I sigh.

"Well... I just can't shake this feeling that something's out there. Something's coming and I'm not going to be able to stop it."
I stop. She prods me to keep going knowing there's more and then the angry words just start flowing.

"And everyone's just telling me to stop stressing. And the worst of it all is that even Killian thinks that I am just paranoid. He says that we can solve any problem together, but what if we can't or what if to stop it we have to pay a steep price and that price is our child. I am just so angry at him for not believing me and I want to be angry at him, but I just can't because what if he is right. What if I am worrying for nothing at all?"

I pause and take a breath. Regina patiently waits.

"Regina. Tell me I'm not crazy."

"It doesn't sound crazy at all."

"You believe me?" I ask, relieved.

"Emma I have known you for a very long time and if I have learned one thing from you, it's that your gut, your instincts, they are almost always right. So tell me, what do you think is coming? Why?"

"Before we left on our vacation I was having nightmares every night. They were visions of me experiencing pain, a pain so deep, where I lost people I loved. And I felt lost and alone. It felt like someone with dark magic was putting them in my head to make me feel weak for what's to come. So that I won't be able to fight it."

"Do you think it has something to do with your trip to the hospital?"

"I don't know. The pain that sent me to the hospital in the first place feels diffent. Not like dark magic, but not like light magic either."

"Well when did the pain start."

"The day after the trip. I was putting away dishes, when the pain just came. It didn't last nearly as long as the one that sent me to the hospital," I stand up pacing.

"That's all?"

"Well I did feel some pain when we went to Granny's a few days after, but it was really minor."

"And correlation between the three events?"

I ponder anything that might have connected the event.

"Not that I can think... Oh gosh," I stop pacing and stumble back, bracing myself against a table.

The color drains from my face.

"Emma," Regina stands, worried, "What is it? What's wrong?"

"Magic. Every time it happened I was using magic. The first time to put away the glasses, the second to warm my hot chocolate, and the third to stop the thief."

I stand there horrified, on the verge of tears.

"Whoever it is, they are stopping my magic. I can't use it without hurting the baby. I am defenseless."

"Emma hold on. Are you sure that's what happened."

I nod.

"Well from now on try not to use your magic. And don't worry about the child. Doctor Whale said that nothing happened to them. Your baby is perfectly fine."

"What if they're not? What if something happened to them that could only be seen with magic?"

Tears gather in the corners of my eyes.

"Emma," she takes my hand forcing me to look at her, "I promise that no harm will come to this child. I will find out what's happening to you and until we can solve your magic problem, I will be there to protect you, both of you."

"You would do that for me?"

"We are family Emma. It's what family does. They take care of each other."

I nod, still scared half to death.

"Now I think I need to talk to that One-Handed Wonder about doubting you. He should know by now that there is always a problem in Storybrooke. You deserve an apology."

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