A SwanQueen story. It starts after season six, Emma and Hook begin to start trying for a family, with Emma not conceiving, she turns to Regina for help, but something happens; leaving Emma questioning her decisions.

- Mentions of CaptainSwan throughout, but with a SwanQueen ending.

"Not again." Emma huffed, showing Hook the stick. She felt a sinking feeling in her heart and she began to feel sick.

"We'll try again, love." Hook lowered his eyes as he wrapped his arms around Emma's waist.

Emma nudged him off, there was something about his touch that made her wince every now and then, but right now, she just needed space. "I'm going to go for a walk, Killian."

Hook glanced over her, he reached out, just enough to glide his fingers against her shoulder and he tried to pull her back, but failed. "Emma." He muttered.

Emma slammed the door behind her and continued on. She needed some alone time, the constant pressure to conceive was getting tough. It didn't help that her mother and father were edging her on about starting a family with Hook. She'd love to give Henry a little brother or sister. But. Now wasn't the time.

She stood outside the sheriff's station, it was early, but David was already there.

"David." Emma muttered, waving at him.

"Emma." He smiled, unlocking the door as they walked in together. "How come you are here so early? I thought we agreed that I would open up today? He raised his eyebrow as if he was somewhat puzzled.

"I woke up early, so I thought that I might as well come to the station, get some paperwork done. That sort of thing." Emma replied.

David took Emma's hand in his own, glancing at his daughter with serious concern. "Emma. Are you okay? You look, sad?"

"I'm fine, Dad." Emma tried to smile, but her eyes started to water and she knew that she couldn't keep it bottled in anymore.

David wrapped his daughter up in his arms, his fingers traced along her back, he could feel her body sink into him. "Emma, speak to me. What's troubling you?"

"It's me… I can't conceive. Killian and I, we've been trying for months and months but…Nothing! I promised him a family and I can't even give him one." Emma's voice croaked, she was vulnerable.

David moved them both to Emma's office, he sat Emma down on her chair, his eyes catching hers. "Emma," He muttered, cupping her cheek. "Go see Dr. Whale, see what he can do? It might not be you, there could be a different reason behind this."

Emma nodded slowly, wiping away the tears that lingered down her red cheeks.

"Take the morning off and pay him a visit." David smiled, his hand now resting supportively on her shoulder.

"Okay." She replied. "Just give me a minute."

David smiled softly at her and took his leave, heading into the side office to take a seat at his desk.

Emma exhaled deeply, she glanced at the picture on her desk, one of her favourite memories, her wedding day. She glanced down at her phone and texted Killian; I'm ok. Going to see Whale today. Sorry for being moody. Love you.

Emma arrived at the hospital, she sat down in the waiting room, rocking her foot as she waited for her name to be called out.

"Emma Swan…" Echoed a voice from behind her.

Emma darted up, she waved timidly at Dr. Whale and followed him into the room.

"So, Ms Swan. How can I help you?"

Emma brushed her hands down her jeans and swallowed. "I'm having trouble… Conceiving." She took a long breath and then smiled.

"I see. How long have you been trying?" He asked.

"About seven months." She replied.

"I see."

After running a few tests Dr. Whale had finally come to some kind of conclusion. "Well, Ms. Swan. Your eggs seem to be fine, no problem there. Your ovaries are a good bill of health. The only thing that I think it could be is, well… I believe that there is a possibility that the Fiona did a little more than ruin your wedding night."

"What do you mean?" Emma's eyes widened.

"I mean that maybe you should see Regina, I believe she should be able to help you." Dr. Whale frowned.

Emma hurried out of the hospital and straight to the Mayor's office, she knew she would be there at this time. She burst through the door, and approached Regina.

"Em-ma." Regina said in a stern sounding voice. "Any reason why you would come bursting in here without even taking what I could be doing in consideration?"

Emma paused in her tracks, she'd almost forgotten what it was like to hear Regina's angry voice early in the mornings.

"Sorry to disturb you, Gina. But I need your help." She mumbled quickly as she moved closer to Regina's desk.

"With what?"

"I can't get pregnant." Emma sighed.

"So you think I can put… Emma, you know full well that I don't have the parts for that." Regina huffed.

"Regina, please." Emma sobbed as she stared at Regina.

"Emma. Stop. Explain the whole story. What do you mean… What do you want me to do? It's not that easy, I can't… Actually do the thing you need to me to do." Regina raised her eyebrow, taking in the blonde in her ragged shirt and dirty jeans.

"I know that. Dr. Whale thinks that you can help me. He believes that Fiona did more than cast a curse on us… She did something to me too."

"So you want me to break it? So you can run off and produce pirate babies with Captain Guyliner?" Regina stood up, her tight grey dress pinching in at her waist. "Emma. Why haven't you tried Gold? He might be better help than I am right now."

Emma shrugged, remembering Regina's own wonderland drama. "…Alice."

"Well, she's looked herself in my spare room and refuses to come out. She doesn't remember anything, just her name. Zelena is trying to help her while also juggling a baby. I came here for some peace and quiet." Regina sighed. "But, nonetheless, how can I help you?"

"Can you help me… Help me break this curse so I can have a baby?" Emma asked.

"I'll do my best." Regina smiled half-wittedly.

"That's all I can ask." Emma gleamed.

"Team Swan Queen, forever and always." Emma laughed, trying to distance herself from her problems.

Regina just rolled her eyes playfully, no matter what her mood was, she could always count on Emma to make her feel something.