Disclaimer: I don't own Once Upon A Time or any related characters. They all belong to Disney/ABC and their affiliated partners. I write this only for my enjoyment (and hopefully yours).

A/N: Full credit for the title to Lilo And Stitch. Still can't watch that scene without bawling my eyes out or, as of late, without thinking of the Swan-Mills family. I've read a few fics in the MagicBaby genre, and this is my take on it. This is set some time after Season 4 Episode 5 Breaking Glass, with the point of divergence being that last crypt scene with Emma and Regina (here it goes a bit differently). Also set after the Snow Queen's defeat, which I am writing about here not having a clue what is going to happen so anyone reading well after Season4A, this is completely AU most likely. Starting off rated T, but I'm thinking it will go up in a few chapters. Trigger warning for this chapter, and likely others in this fic, there is mention of rape in a marital relationship (Regina's). Nothing graphic but I'm putting it out there just in case.

Hope you enjoy the fic!


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Chapter 1

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November 9

Weeks. It's been weeks since they were together. Since Emma's apology in her crypt, after their brief confrontation with the Snow Queen. Since what happened afterward. They didn't make love. No, it had been desperate affection perhaps. Rough fucking on every surface they could find until they were exhausted emotionally and physically. After was frightening. For both of them, Regina knows.

Emotions they've held back and suppressed had boiled to the surface, and facing those in the morning is neither of their strong suits. So she's gone weeks, talking to Emma only while she is around with Henry, or while they plan the demise of the Snow Queen. It has only been three days since that plan came to fruition. Three days since they trapped the woman in the urn that brought Elsa to this land.

Elsa is happy, from what Regina has seen, having formed a tentative friendship with the younger queen over the last two weeks. Anna and Kristoff are in town, freed from the mirrors the Snow Queen trapped them in. Regina is helping them to search out a way back to Arendelle – so many of the methods used in the past are gone now. And she is not certain Elsa wishes to return any longer. She has seen her walking around the streets of Storybrooke with Ruby, hands brushing together and sneaking kisses with each other when they think no one is watching.

Marian is thawed, and living with Robin and Roland, and it no longer hurts Regina to see them together. She knows it is for the best, and is glad that the supposed fate given by fairy dust is wrong. Robin was a kind man, but she does not love him.

And now, with the latest threat vanquished, she has seen Emma only once in the last three days, and it hurts her now. These weeks have given her distance, time to examine her feelings, and she knows that she loves Emma. Emma, not Robin. What Robin made her feel pales in comparison to Emma. Now the only fear in her is that it is not returned.

Regina startles, her glass of cider nearly slipping from her fingers, at the ring of her phone. She takes several breaths to calm herself, and looks at it, only slightly disappointed that it is Henry's name, not Emma's, that appears on the ID screen. He is staying the night at the apartment Emma has begun renting since after she lost control of her powers and the subsequent falling out with her parents that has lasted much of these last few weeks. Emma is only just beginning to mend her relationship with them, Henry has told her.

"Hello, sweetheart, did you forget something here?" Regina answers the phone gently, carefully keeping out the emotions she's been feeling from her voice.

"No, Mom," Henry says over the phone, his voice tremulous, and Regina frowns. He only sounds like that when he's had a nightmare, and it's barely past when he would have been eating dinner.

"What is it, what's wrong, Henry?" She asks, sitting up straight in her chair, setting her glass on the table.

"It's Ma. She's… she said she's sick, but she's been puking a bunch, and now she's in the bathroom and I can hear her crying but she locked the door and won't let me in. Can you come over? Please? I'm really worried."

"Of course, I'll be right there," Regina replies, and thumbs the phone off, standing up. Hearing the fear in his voice, and the fact that it is about Emma, she doesn't even consider her car, she simply waves her hand and disappears in a purplish puff of smoke.

The first thing she sees in Emma's small apartment is Henry's face, pale with his eyes round and wide, and he latches onto her with a hug.

"Will you help her?" He mumbles the question into her shirt, and the fact that he's mumbling into her shoulder shocks her and she realizes then just how tall he's grown.

"I'll help her, sweetheart. Go stay in your room for me?" He looks like he'll protest for a moment, but then sighs and nods, and trudges toward one of the bedrooms.

Regina steps up to the flimsy wooden door and knocks on it. She only hears choked sobs from wthin, and an attempt to turn the doorknob confirms Henry's statement. She sighs, trying to push down her worry at the sounds she can hear through the door, focuses her magic once more, and teleports herself inside.

She nearly breaks her neck at first, landing on a discarded box that rests on the floor and then slips out from under her foot, but she catches her balance on the towel rack. Emma is sitting on the toilet, eyes wide in shock at her entrance, but filled with tears. Her face is pale, and the entire bathroom smells of vomit. Regina turns on the small bathroom fan, which hums and rattles as it tries to ventilate the room.

Regina takes in the sight of the other woman more fully, her red-rimmed eyes, her slumped posture, and her trembling hands.

"Regina," Emma's voice whispers. "You came?"

"Of course. You're scaring our son, dear, and from the look and smell of it he was right to be worried. What is wrong?

Emma's face crumples, and then her quaking hands lift up and reveal to Regina what she's been holding in them. A long, thin, white device. And then she realizes what the box is that she slipped on. A pregnancy test. Regina stares at the lifted test, and feels her heart crumbling at the sight of the two blue lines visible on its display, confirming a 'positive' result.

"I-I'm pregnant, Regina. I've been feeling sick the last week or so, but I only recognized the symptoms yesterday when I realized I missed a period. I've… I tried three others to make sure," she waves her hand at the sink, and Regina sees different brands resting there, one with a plus sign, another with a digital 'yes' on its screen, and another with two green lines. "I don't know what to do."

"I see." Regina says, forcing her voice to remain as calm as she can, to not break on her and carry her pain at the fact that Emma has moved on. "I suppose the first thing you should think about is perhaps informing the father. Who is he?"

Emma's head snaps back up, her green eyes filled with tears. "I don't know, Regina. I haven't… I haven't slept with anyone."

Regina snorts, her eyes rolling. "I don't believe I need to explain the birds and the bees to you, Emma. Obviously you…" she pauses for a long second, and her stomach churns at a new thought, ghosts of her own past pressing down on her chest like an iron weight. "Emma… Emma, were you raped?"

Emma jerks back, blinking rapidly. "What? No! Regina, I wasn't raped – if I had been, someone in Storybrooke would have a bullet in balls by now."

"Have you had any blackouts? Times you can't remember what happened?" Regina asks carefully, bending down to be at eye level with her.

"Regina. I'm telling you," Emma meets her eyes firmly. "No blackouts. No rufies. I wasn't raped."

"Then obviously you've been with someone." Regina concludes, looking away slightly, not wanting Emma to see the pain return to her eyes.

"No," Emma's voice wavers, and her tears come anew. "That's the problem Regina, I haven't. That's what I'm trying to tell you. Not with Hook, not even with Walsh and the fuckin' monkey proposed to me." She sighs, frustration evident in it as she runs a hand almost violently through her mane of messy blonde hair. "Hell, Regina, I hadn't had sex with anyone since… since before the curse broke the first time. Not until… our night."

Regina closes her eyes, and her heart clenches at those words – 'our night'. But then, how could Emma be pregnant? Without a man it was… Regina's breath catches in her throat as a thought came to her. A distant memory of a passage in a book from years ago. But if it were true, it would mean… Regina swallows at the thought of Emma being her True Love. Sure, she loves her, but a True Love… something she has thought she will never find after Daniel's death?

It is possible, she realizes, as she looks at the lost and confused Emma, and feels her heart yearning for her to comfort her. But to tell Emma like this… She doesn't want that hanging over them, she doesn't want Emma to feel obligated like that. So she will tell some of the truth, not all of it.

"Emma," Regina begins, and for the first time takes Emma's hands, the test trapped between them, and she tries to ignore the feeling of electricity running up her fingers and hands and arms at the contact.

Emma grips right back, holding on like Regina is the last life preserver to save her from drowning.

"Emma, I think I may be the…" Regina frowns and holds back on the word 'father' she was about to use. "the mother, I suppose would be the more accurate term."

"What?" Emma's expression turns adorably confused, and Regina can feel her hands quaking in hers. "What do you mean?"

Regina sighs, and meets her gaze, which stares hopefully back into her own eyes. "It is not unheard of for two women to produce a child."

"Well, in this world there's in-vitro and all that stuff, but that uses sperm…"

Regina clears her throat and squeezes Emma's hands tightly. "And in the Enchanted Forest, there are a few tales of women birthing a child without a father. With magic."

Emma looks slightly calmer, but Regina can still feel the returned grip she has on her fingers. "So, what, you have like magic sperm fingers or something?"

Regina rolls her eyes. "Put as crudely as can be expected from you, perhaps that's close enough, though without the sperm. Just magic. I do recall our magic flaring together a good deal then," she says, and to her surprise a flush rises in Emma's cheeks.

"True, I remember our hands glowing together a few times, but I was a bit busy during most of it, getting my brains fucked out."

Regina's own blush more than outdoes Emma's at that.

"So, you really think you got me pregnant? This isn't something you're makin' up to try to explain it?"

"No, Miss Swan, I am not making this up," Regina says, her voice slow and careful. "It is the only somewhat feasible option to explain this, unless you have been less than truthful here about your sexual partners."

Emma's hands pull hers – and thus herself – closer until her chin is in line with her own knee. Emma leans down, her face close and breath hot against Regina's face. "I swear to you Regina. On Henry. You're the first… and only person I've been with like that since before your curse broke."

Regina's heart feels like it is starting to put itself back together in her chest, and something inside her flutters at the intense look in Emma's eyes as she stares her down. "Okay," Regina starts, her voice unsure as she continues the conversation. "Are you… do you plan to keep it?"

Emma looks startled by the question, but it is one that Regina needs to be sure of the answer to.

"Of course!" Emma half-shouts, and then falls silent for a few moments as they listen for Henry. "Of course, Regina. I'm not having an abortion if that's what you're asking. And I already went through giving up Henry. I'm not doing that again."

"Okay," a hint of relief is in Regina's voice. "Good. I wanted to be sure…"

"Do you want this Regina? Will you do this with me?"

She nods, and raises their entwined hands up to kiss at Emma's knuckles. "Yes. I won't let you go through this alone.

Emma's eyes close, and she drops her head down onto Regina's shoulder. "This is nuts, Regina. Magic babies. Like I'm the Virgin Mary or something."

Regina's fingers trail up and down the nape of Emma's neck, and she relaxes further into her. "Not exactly 'virgin'," she teases, "our son is proof of that. But I suppose if you want you're both Mary and 'The Savior'."

"Ugh, don't remind me," Emma chuckles weakly against her shirt.

Emma's hands release Regina's and tentatively grasp her sides, and she slides off the toilet seat to drop to the ground with Regina. "You're really okay with this?"

"No," she says softly, and feels Emma stiffen against her, and holds onto her to keep her there. "This is… frightening. And nothing I ever expected to happen. But we'll get through this."

"We always do best together, huh?" Emma says, and her warm hand is cupping Regina's cheek.

"Yes," Regina wryly says, "No matter how frustrating that has been at times."

Regina watches as Emma pulls back further and settles a hand on her stomach, pulling her shirt up to reveal creamy flesh. Regina sets one of her own hands over Emma's, and the other woman looks up with that grinning puppydog look on her face that twists Regina's insides in delightful ways.

"Our baby." Regina says aloud, knowing the other woman still needs to hear it, knowing what she has gone through in the past, betrayed by Baelfire, living with her pregnancy alone in prison.

Emma's smile is sweet, and it is all Regina can do not to kiss her. Emma is apparently of the same mind, leaning forward slightly, and then pulling back.

"I'd kiss you, but I puked and I don't think you want to taste that."

Regina feels her spirits lift further at that, at Emma's desire to kiss her, and her hopes for more than just co-parenting another child rise up inside of her heart. If Emma was willing, perhaps she could have more, finally have a truly happy ending.

"Perhaps later, after you've brushed," Regina allows, feeling warmth bubble in her chest at Emma's bright smile at those words.

"We should tell Henry," Regina strokes a thumb across the back of Emma's hand as they rest on her stomach. "He was very worried about you."

The smile disappears and panic flares on Emma's face, eyes widening, frown forming. "Can… can we wait? I'd like to go to the doctor first, and make sure everything is healthy and all that. And… maybe work up a bit of courage?"

Emma's last words are weak, and hesitant. "I just… we have to explain all this," she waves her free hand between her stomach and Regina, "and that we were together which is probably going to be mind-scarring enough for the kid, and I… I don't want him to feel like this is some sort of… replacement."

Regina's eyes soften, and she reaches up to stroke away a sweaty strand of blonde hair from Emma's forehead. "Like your parents made you feel," she says knowingly. "I understand, dear. We'll need to make sure we include him in everything, and that he knows this is his little brother or sister who we will love just as we love him, and not a replacement."

She purses her lips, and then nods decisively. "Let's get you a doctor's appointment, and plan how to tell him. But soon, Emma. I don't want to hide this from him for long. I've… hidden from him and lied to him in the past for far too long."

"Gotcha. Soon then." Emma says, her eyes fixed on Regina's face. "We can maybe set up the doctor's visit tomorrow, and tell him after?"

"Very well. In the meantime, let's tell him you're not feeling well, and I'll be taking care of you. Would you…. would you like to come to the mansion? At least for the night? I believe I may have something that could help you with your morning sickness."

Emma's eyes widen, and she grabs Regina and kisses her firmly on the cheek. "I would worship you forever if it works, Regina," she says, eyes reverent. "With Henry it was absolutely awful even past the first trimester, and this time feels like it might be the same.

Regina's lips rise into a smirk. "I may take you up on that offer, Miss Swan," she purrs, and enjoys the sight of Emma's flushed cheeks. "Clean yourself up, I will get Henry and we can go."

"'kay," Emma says, and brushes Regina toward the door as she grabs a toothbrush that is lying haphazardly on the sink.

Regina unlocks the door and exits into the hallway. Her eyes scan the walls – the chipped and scuffed paint, the bare baseboards showing along the bottoms of the walls with several shoddily patched sections that suggest a past rodent infestation. The apartments were owned by Rumplestiltskin, as with many buildings in town, and clearly not kept up well. It's the first time she's actually been here since Emma moved, and just looking at it she knows that whether or not she and Emma become something more together, she'll be inviting the woman to move into the mansion in the coming months. This was no place for a child… their child to live.

Regina knocks on Henry's door – the only one with a light shining underneath it – and she hears his feet pad over to open it. He doesn't look as scared as he had when she arrived, instead he looks hopeful and earnest.

"Is Emma alright?"

"She will be," Regina reaches out to brush his hair away from his forehead. "Get your school things together, dear, you're staying at my place tonight."

He starts to turn but then his brow furrows, and his eyes crinkle, and he looks so much like Emma at that moment. "What about Ma?"

"She is coming as well," Regina reassures him. "She is simply feeling unwell, and I did not think you should have to take care of her here, so both of you will stay with me. I'll take care of her there, and you can get your sleep for school tomorrow."

She is happy he doesn't question further, but it is not altogether surprising. She knows that even hearing someone else throw up makes his stomach queasy – and smelling it usually has him joining in himself – so she's sure he's more than relieved that he won't have to help Emma with this.

She watches him, affection in her gaze, as he bustles about the room, tossing books and notebooks into his backpack. Regina feels a hand settle on her shoulder, and turns to see Emma standing beside her, and she can smell fresh mouthwash on the woman's breath.

Emma drops her hand as Henry turns with his arms full of backpack, and greets him with a soft "Hey kid," and a shaky smile.

"Feelin' better?"

"A little. But we'll see. You ready to go?"

He nods, and Regina takes their hands, and whisks them off in a billowing cloud of smoke. They land in the den, and she immediately feels Emma yank her hand almost violently away from hers.

Before she can turn to see, she hears a choked "Oh, fuck," and Emma's quick footsteps out of the room, and into the bathroom for another round of retching.

"I didn't think that would make her nausea worse," Regina says, glancing to Henry who is wrinkling his nose at the sounds.

"Guess you know now. I'm… gonna go to bed early. Night, Mom, tell Emma I said goodnight too."

"Goodnight, sweetheart," Regina brushes a kiss to his forehead, and then he darts off upstairs as Regina walks to the bathroom, and enters cautiously. Emma is kneeling by the toilet, and Regina moves closer and gathers back her hair, trying to murmur soothingly to the woman as she rubs another hand across her sweaty t-shirt-clad back.

Finally Emma's stomach seems to settle, and she rests back on her heels, looking up at Regina with a miserable look to her eyes, her face pale and sweaty. Regina runs a washcloth through the cool water of the faucet, and bends down to dab it across Emma's face.

"No more poofing. Not unless my life depends on it."

"I would have to agree," Regina inclines her head and refrains from correcting her on her terminology for the teleportation spell. "I'm sorry, I hadn't thought it would upset your stomach further."

"S'okay."

"Come, let's get you a bit of toast to start replacing what your body has lost today. Just something light and plain to settle your stomach."


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Regina and Emma lounge in the den the next hour or so, after Emma has eaten and kept all of it down. It is surprisingly silent, but not an awkward silence: a peaceful, comfortable silence between them, filled with significant gazes and brushes of hands and feet and legs on the sofa.

When Emma leans her head against Regina's shoulder, she welcomes it readily, but it still surprises her when Emma takes Regina's hand once more and moves it over to rest on her stomach. Emma's own hand hovers just above hers, and Regina nearly shivers each time one of Emma's rough fingertips brush against the skin at the back of her hand.

She sees Emma's gaze locked on their hands, and rests her chin on the top of Emma's head. "What are you thinking about?" Regina asks, choosing to be the one to break the silence.

Emma hums softly, and then parts her lips, pulling her head away from Regina's shoulder to look up at her. "So much. My mind is racing, and it feels like I'm on a rollercoaster."

"I'll listen if you need to talk."

She watches Emma's face relax before her.

"Well, I guess I was sorta wondering…" Emma looks back down at her stomach and fully presses her hand against the back of Regina's. "If magic made this baby… why was it me? Why aren't you pregnant too?"

Regina stiffens, feeling like a dagger has slipped through her ribs and straight into her heart. Emma seems to notice and looks up, concerned.

Regina retracts her hand from Emma's, and moves it over to her own cloth-covered stomach. "I… it's not possible for me. I assume our magic sensed that."

"You… can't?" Emma asks gently, as if she can see both Regina's need to confess something as well as the pain that has kept her from doing so.

"No," Regina's voice quakes, and her eyes clamp shut, lips twisting in a grimace.

"I can't," she continues, determined to tell Emma but hating the forlorn tone of her voice. "I… in the Forest, the king came to my bedchambers often, and he was… usually drunk. And he was not gentle. I carried two of his children, but my womb… both children died long before they could be born."

Regina sucks in a needed, deep breath. "When I got here, with modern medicine I went to our hospital, to the midwife – I believe she is an OB/GYN in this world, but I have not spoken to her since the curse broke. She says it's an 'incompetent cervix', caused by…" Regina shudders and cannot get her mouth to say it. "And she said that I would likely never safely bear children with the damage. That is when I began to look at adoption, and Henry entered my life."

Regina feels shaking fingers on her cheeks, wiping at her tears, but when she opens her eyes, she does not see pity in Emma's face. No, her lips are pressed together tightly and white from the pressure, her eyes are filled with tears but also with fury, and Regina realizes that is what the hands pressing to her cheeks are trembling with.

"He…" Emma's voice is low, and deadly, something Regina has never even heard directed at herself, even after Henry ate the cursed turnover. "My grandfather, he did that to you? Forced himself on you?"

Regina can't deny this woman who is sitting there so fierce,whose green eyes look almost black in the light, and she nods, once.

"Fuck!" One of Emma's hands leaves Regina's cheek and runs up through her blonde hair. "If he wasn't dead now I'd hunt the bastard down and kill him myself," Emma practically snarls.

Emma lowers her hand once more, and frames Regina's face in her palms. "My… Snow told me you killed him, but she didn't tell me any of that. Jesus, Regina, I'm not surprised you did. In my last foster home, the dad… he tried something like that one night. I was lucky one of the kids in the group home taught me how to defend myself. I stabbed the bastard with a pocketknife when he tried… It was probably only his wife coming in when he screamed, and seeing him with his pants down and his hand on my neck that stopped me from going to jail from him telling a bullshit story. I ran away from the group home they put me in after that, and met Neal a while after that."

"Regina…" Emma is stroking her cheeks with the pads of her thumbs. "Have you ever… told anyone? What he did to you?"

Regina is breathless at the anger and passion being shown on her behalf. It's something she hasn't experienced in a very long time. "I've talked to Archie," her voice is quiet. "But that's it. I imagine Snow has at least an idea. She found me one morning after, and called in a handmaid to tend to my bruises."

"Damn," Emma breathes. "As screwed up as naming my brother after Neal is, I'm glad she didn't go with her original idea of naming him after him."

Emma's eyes search Regina's face for a long moment. "And I'm sorry I made you talk about that."

Regina lowers her gaze, and leans forward until her forehead is resting on Emma's shoulder. "It's... I'm glad you asked. I wanted you to know. You needed to know. That's… that's how it was, in the forest for many. Arranged marriages are expected to result in an heir, even if one of those involved is… unwilling."

"I'm glad we don't live there. I'm glad we're here, in this world," Emma says, her chin vibrating as she talks, resting in Regina's hair.

Regina isn't sure what to say to that, but Emma doesn't act as if she expects her to.

"I'll call the hospital in the morning," Emma says suddenly, and Regina is relieved at the change in subject and realizes Emma knows she needed it. "Set up an appointment, maybe around lunch or in the afternoon. If you can get off, would you come with me?"

"Just tell me when, and I will," Regina replies, wetting her lips.

Her 'job' is currently as a member of the city council. When it looked as if Snow's mayorship might run the town into the ground during their struggles against the Snow Queen, Regina had firmly suggested she at least appoint an advising council for the moment. Snow insisted she serve on it, and so now Regina is a council member, at least until real elections for the positions – including the mayoral position – are held in a year's time.

The job is much simpler than her time as mayor, but it is something to occupy her time. It is also more flexible, and no one will miss her if she slips away for an hour or two.

"Alright," Emma nods, and sighs deeply. "I think I'm gonna head to bed."

Regina rises with her, and follows her up the stairs. Emma pauses near Regina's bedroom door, and looks back at her, a wry smile on her face. "I'll sleep in the guest room. But maybe… maybe we should talk about, y'know, us tomorrow?"

"We will," Regina promises, and grabs her hand to squeeze it for a short moment. "Sleep well, I'll see you in the morning, dear."

She watches Emma moved down the hall, and stands there at her own door long after Emma enters the guest room. "Please, don't let me lose her," Regina whispers, pressing her forehead to her door as fears that have lingered since Daniel creep further into her soul.

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A/N: Well, at the start of the week I had absolutely no idea I'd be writing this, and here I am with a chapter posted and several chapters in the works. Muses work in mysterious ways I guess, and this fic popped into my head and latched on until I started writing. This is not the Ruby/Emma/Regina fic I mentioned in one of my previous author notes, that one is in planning stages. Right now I've got this one, and my DC comics chapter fic (which is fighting with me right now) to work on so expect the RedSwanQueen fic to be arriving more like the first of the year.

This fic here, I'm expecting about 12 chapters or so, about the length of this one. Just snapshots of Emma's pregnancy and their lives going on around them in town, and then a little look into their future after. Mostly a lot of fluffy fun stuff without much angst. And yes, you did indeed see a hint of Ruby/Elsa (what is that, FrozenWolf? Is that the ship name? Is it even a ship, or did I just invent a ship?), and we'll see a bit more of them in future chapters – I think they'd be dang cute together.

Hope you liked this chapter, let me know what you thought, and I'll see y'all next time.