Mary Margaret Blanchard (fairestteacher) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-11-30 01:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, emma swan, mary margaret blanchard (snow white) |
Who: Mary Margaret Blanchard and Emma Swan
What: Emma has something to tell Mary Margaret
When: Backdated: Saturday, November 7th. Early Afternoon
Where: A Cafe
Rating/Warnings: Family Friendly
Status: Complete
Usually Emma didn’t have a problem with secrets. She was pretty awesome at keeping them. However this was not a secret that was really meant to be kept and it wasn’t like she was bursting to tell the whole world.
They’d agreed, her and Neal, that they’d tell their closest friends and family. And since they were mostly friends with the same people, that was utterly fine. It was one thing telling Regina the news through a screen, but Emma really wanted to tell Mary Margaret in person. Yes, she knew that they weren’t related by blood here, but the dreams forged a certain connection, and understanding between them, one that made Emma sure that this was something that needed to be done in person.
The cafe was quiet, it was nice and homely and Emma was already sitting with a muffin and an Earl Grey tea. Cutting out all caffeine was going to be impossible, but a tea here and there didn’t seem to be a bad thing and Emma needed it to withstand going through utter coffee cut out for her health.
Mary Margaret was always happy to spend time with Emma. They didn’t see each other as much as they did in the dreams, seeing as how they didn’t live together like in the dreams, but that didn’t mean that they didn’t spend time together; it just wasn’t as often. Orange County was bigger than Storybrooke so it made sense that they didn’t see each other as often as in the dreams, so when Emma texted her to get lunch, of course Mary Margaret was going to say yes. Emma had said she had something to tell her and she was very curious what it was.
On the day they decided to get together, Mary Margaret headed to the cafe they had decided to meet at and upon arriving, spotted Emma, already seated and walked towards her, smiling, “Hey, have you been waiting long?” She sat down across from the woman, who in another world was her daughter.
“Not really, I just needed some air, so I came by early.” It wasn’t ridiculously early, just long enough to get a seat and something to drink. So far the muffin was doing well to give her something to eat without turning her stomach, which was progress.
“D’you want something? It’s my treat and I won’t hear an argument.” It was only fair, after Mary Margaret bought her and Henry lunch at the Pier, so it was Emma’s turn to treat her friend.
Mary Margaret smiled and nodded before she found a nearby waitress and ordered a coffee and muffin then she finally sat down across from Emma, “So, how are you?” She was extremely curious about what Emma wanted to talk to her about, but she didn’t want to come off too eager to find out what it was in case Emma wanted to ease into whatever it was.
“I’m great,” which was the truth. Aside from the revelations about Neal’s upcoming death in the dreams, the chaos that would apparently descend before Zelena’s ultimate defeat and the mild complication of Killian waltzing into things, she was pretty much great.
But there was no need to really beat around the bush. “You already know that Neal and I are… living together and raising Henry now,” with as much inclusion of Regina as possible or as either wanted -which was actually working out really well, “but we’ve also found out that we’re going to be getting a little bit bigger.” They had the house, they had the jobs, Henry was settling nicely into their lives and his new life there and they had dogs. It was that whole dream life wish, home and family and them.
“I’m pregnant.” She actually leaned over a little to whisper it, grinning widely, because she really liked saying that.
It took a moment for Emma’s news to sink in, but when it did, a smile spread across Mary Margaret’s lips, clearly excited for her friend, “Oh my god! Congratulations!” Mary Margaret was so excited at the thought that she didn’t even stop to ask if this was a good thing, but from the way Emma had said it, she assumed that this was a good thing. “Does Henry know?”
For once Emma was actually able to look on at her pregnancy as a good thing, so the automatic reaction just made her grin all the more broader. “Not yet, we want to tell him at the right time, where we can explain it best.” She was mildly apprehensive about telling Henry, she knew that he’d likely be happy, that he wouldn’t feel left out, she hoped so at least. There was that small niggling in her head, about how she’d felt in the dreams, learning that her parents wanted another baby. But Emma had faith that Neal would be right about Henry being excited.
“I’m only a couple of weeks along, about a month and a half,” not yet long enough to tell everyone, but long enough to be sure and want to share the news. “We’ve only told a few people so far.”
Mary Margaret noded, “That’s for the best. I think twelve weeks is when most people announce their pregnancies to the masses.” The server came by with her order and Mary Margaret picked up her tea cup and blew across the top of it before taking a sip before placing it back down on the table, “It’s kind of funny actually. You’re pregnant in real life at the same time I’m dreaming about being pregnant.”
“Right?” And how weird was all that, but then when weren’t things weird in Storyrbooke time? “Although hopefully mine will be entirely uneventful compared to yours.” No evil witches this time around please and thank you. “How’re you doing with all that?” The dreams really did get a little up and down there; and Emma had barely really held it together after Neal’s death nevermind Mary Margaret’s unfortunately timed labour and the threat of Zelena looming near constantly.
“Hopefully. At least here, strange things might happen, but we don’t have anyone like Zelena around.” Mary Margaret still couldn’t believe that she was so naive in the dreams to trust a woman she didn’t even know who suddenly wanted to be her midwife. Sure, none of them knew that Zelena was the Wicked Witch yet and she had told Mary Margaret she’d been a midwife in the Enchanted Forest, but after everything that had happened, Mary Margaret really should have been more weary. “And I’ll admit, being pregnant in the dreams makes me miss David even more.”
Emma gave Mary Margaret a small smile, reaching over to give her hand a quick squeeze, “Yeah, it’d be nice if he were around.” She could totally understand Mary Margaret missing her dream-husband, the way Snow and Charming were so intricately entwined in the dreams, as far as sharing a heart. “I’m going to need to look into protection spells and maybe some mild defensive spells, just in case the OC and it’s craziness happens at any time, but I think Neal’s protectiveness will handle the rest of it where possible.”
“I’m sure Regina can help you with that.” Considering the things that could happen in the OC, having some sort of protection spell would probably be the best route. “I almost feel left out, not having any magical ability.” Then again, Mary Margaret figured that what she lacked in magical ability, she made up for with her bow and arrow.
“I don’t think you need magic to be a badass.” The Enchanted Forest and Neverland proved that, didn’t they? But then Charming had his sword skills, Snow had her bow, Emma had her gun when she wasn’t attempting to use her magic to defeat long-lost family members. “But I’m sure Regina’ll have something.” If not, she could ask Zee, see if there was something simple she could try. “I just wanted to tell you in person, it feels a little more real.”
“I guess I am pretty badass even without magic, in the dreams.” Mary Margaret smiled and reached for Emma’s hand, which was still closeby, “And I’m so happy for you and Neal. You know that this means I’ll be buying baby clothes practically all the time from now on.” She may not have actually been the baby’s grandmother, but she still felt that maternal instinct towards Emma, so it was unlikely that she wouldn’t feel it ten hold towards the new baby like she did with Henry.
“I think I’m going to need to reign in a lot of people with the baby spoiling.” Although she knew that she and Neal would probably be the worst people to tell someone to stop what with all the spoiling they were already doing with Henry, it’d just get worse wouldn’t it. Giving the hand holding hers a squeeze, Emma just smiled almost serenely, more than happy at that exact moment. “I’m just glad we get to have this, that things are finally working out.” Things were going in a very positive direction.