Emma stared blankly at her empty screen, clutching the papers in her hand tightly. Lily was at work. She was in her room, sitting on her bed, and her world was colliding and collapsing.

She. Was. Pregnant.

She was fucking pregnant. 

“Argh!”, she let out a short scream. 

She was definitely dreaming, she closed her eyes and crossed her fingers, hoping she would wake up in a few minutes to realize this was just a dream her brain had concocted because of how much she missed Ross.

But Emma ...