Hey guys, Happy Halloween! Allow me to introduce my new Swan Queen series. It will be mostly fluffy, considering my other two stories have lots of angsty drama. There will be some bumps along this road, but mostly just trials and tribulations of life that Emma and Regina face together, not against one another. That being said, I hope you like this. There will be another few chapters to this one...if not more :)


The cool fall air nipped at their cheeks as they sat on the sidelines. But despite the cold weather, Regina had all her little ducklings bundled up, from big to small. Davie and the twins, Evelyn and Rose, shared one blanket—the girls sat on each end of their older brother, teasing him as always. Regina rolled her eyes at them and chuckled, turning to check on her smaller batch of kids. Cora was helping the toddlers, Elliot and Lila, hold up their signs. Regina smiled as she read the words—"Go Team Swan!"

She turned back to the field, where her wife, sporting a blue wig in holiday spirit, was sprinting up the field, kicking the ball as she went. Emma made a quick pass to her father as she dodged Hook, only to circle around him, receiving the pass back. She came up to Archie, who was standing as goalie. He prepared himself for Emma's shot, but slipped just to miss it, as Emma's kick sent the ball over his head and into the net.

"Goal!" all the Swan-Mills children cried out as the whole crowd cheered. Emma quickly ran over, muddy and sweaty to her loving family. She leaned in front of Regina's lawn chair, just as the brunette pulled her in for a victory kiss.

"Very nicely done, Mrs. Swan-Mills," Regina said to Emma, still holding her cheeks with both hands.

Emma placed her hands down on Regina's protruding belly. Regina blushed, and swatted her away. "You're all dirty, Emma!" she protested as Emma rubbed her pregnant stomach. Emma quickly sprinted back to the field, smirking as she went.

"I had to rub my good luck charm!" she called, making Regina blush. "The bump's gonna help us win this game!"

Regina continued to blush as she knew the crowd was watching her. But despite her embarrassment, she learned over the years that they were not staring in awe of the large family, but rather in envy and even love. It was hard not to spot the Swan Queen flock, as many members of the town affectionately called their family.

"After all these years," Snow said to Regina, as she put her hand on hers from her adjacent lawn chair, "and you two still are so in love."

"Yes," Regina answered, rubbing her belly with her other hand. "We still are."

As much as this family was full of love, it was not always planned to be. Regina smiled as she thought back on the memories.


"You're pregnant?!"

Regina still remembered the baffled look on Emma's face when she told her that she was indeed carrying her child. It was shortly after returning from Neverland that she'd discovered she was pregnant.

"But how?!"

"Dear, I know you may be dumb, but I think you have the answer to that."

All those nights, unable to sleep and stricken with worry about Henry meant long conversations. The two also discovered the one thing that would help them sleep. Unfortunately, it wasn't as if they could use a magical condom.

Though they were far from love—or at least acknowledging it—they had many discussions of how they'd raise this baby. They had settled on shared custody, like they had with Henry. But as she saw Regina's body grow beautifully with their child, Emma couldn't help but show affection.

Emma told her she was a gorgeous pregnant bride, despite her insistence that she looked like a cow. Emma kissed all of her anxieties away and showed her she was the most beautiful woman in the world to her. And so, a short two months after they were married, David James Swan-Mills was born.


Regina looked over to her young teenage twin daughters. They were spitting image of the teenage versions of her and Emma—with one exception. Evelyn, who preferred to go by Eve, may have had her brunette locks and tanned skin. But as she looked at her daughter's ripped jeans, combat boots and leather jacket, she knew she was Emma's. Rose, on the other hand, had Emma's golden curls, but there was no doubt about it—she had Regina's regal air, sense of sass and charisma. She never left the house before looking as put together as the mayor, despite Emma's many lectures about having to share the bathroom with five or six others, depending on whether or not Henry was home. The two of them fought nonstop. But if either of them had trouble, whether it was boys teasing Eve for her masculinity or girls talking about Rose, they would protect their twin.

"So—," Regina remembered touching her hand to her still flat stomach, "I'm pregnant again."

Once she believed Emma when she told her she looked beautiful when pregnant with Davie, Regina allowed herself to indulge her love of the feeling. It was the change in her body she adored. She loved feeling that Emma's baby was inside of her. So, after being married for two years, she told Emma she wanted to try to have another baby.

Emma couldn't refuse. With their love still just blossoming, she loved doting on her wife and learning new things about her still. But when she reached her fourth month and both of them noted that she looked like she was six months, they knew something was up.

"Twins?!" Regina remembered crying when Doctor Whale pointed out both babies on the sonogram. But Emma took her hand.

"Can we do this?" she asked, unsure of the couple's strength. "Are you ready to have four kids?"

Emma just smiled at her. "If it's with you, then yes."


Regina smiled warmly as she watched Neal and Emma score another goal. She cupped her hand to her face and shouted, "Woot, woot!" in her direction, which was almost instantaneously mimicked by the younger set of twins, making her and Snow laugh.

She then looked down to her young daughter, Cora. Cora, at the mighty age of seven years, was bold. She looked just like Emma did and wanted to be everything Emma was. This, Regina found endearing.

At four kids, they were done. Emma and Regina had the perfect family. Or so Regina thought. Around the time that the twins reached their seventh birthday, Emma got that look in her eye.

"Oh no you don't, Ms. Swan," she remembered scolding Emma one night. "There is no way in hell I'm giving you another baby!"

"But don't you miss when the twins were babies?"

Emma knew her well. She did miss those times when Eve would curl her little finger around hers, staring at her as Regina sang her to sleep.

"I do," she admitted, but then pointed to her own figure, "but haven't you missed this? I surely did for awhile."

Emma laughed, hugging her wife. "You've always been beautiful," she whispered as she kissed Regina. "What if…," she waited until Regina raised her eyebrow. "…What if I got pregnant this time?" Regina smiled. She liked the sound of it.

But as Regina recalled, that sentiment on Emma's part didn't last.

"I'm going to kill you!" she remembered clearly Emma shouting at her. "How am I supposed to be a cop if I'm fat?!"

Regina lovingly placed her hand to Emma's stomach, though it was still toned. "You won't be fat," she whispered. "You're carrying my baby."

In those nine months, it felt nice to Regina to be the one caring for Emma. She easily snapped into her power role position, juggling her kids, being mayor, and taking care of a crabby, waddling Emma, wearing button downs and vests to boot. Emma on the other hand made it very clear that they were done having children.

With the birth of their fifth child, Cora Swan-Mills, Regina and Emma were content with their family.


"Will you and David be joining us tonight?" Regina asked Snow as they watched David run down the field with the ball.

"Of course," Snow answered. "Wouldn't miss it." She turned to Regina who still had her hand on her stomach. "You'll be okay to go, right?"

"I wish I could get out of it," Regina said, not wanting to put on her costume, as putting on any clothes at this stage made her feel self-conscious. "But these little ones would be crying if I didn't," she said, gesturing to the younger set of twins.


"How many times do I need to tell you, Emma Swan-Mills!" Regina yelled as she threw the positive pregnancy test at her wife. "Control your magic!"

Regina was tired. Five children were a lot to handle. She fainted when she learned that once again, she'd be delivering twins. But Emma was there, every step of the way. And to both of their surprises, they did just fine handling seven. Lila and Elliot were sweet and calm as they entered the world, and made both Emma and Regina cry when they barely yawned. Regina still remembered the feeling of Emma's kiss on her sweaty forehead the night she delivered them.

"We did it, love."


And so there were seven. They became a little flock, as others joked. It was Snow who first said they were the Swan Queen couple and the seven ducklings. They were a happy family. They were complete.

Regina felt warmth as her baby kicked from the inside. She pulled Snow's hand so she could feel it too. Both women smiled.


After Henry graduated from college, he officially moved out and got a real job. Regina cried for days. She had secretly hoped he'd come home and acquire a position in Storybrooke, though Emma reminded her that they'd always told him he could be whatever he wanted to be.

"I just didn't think that included running away from home!" she cried. Emma held her and reasoned with her. On that lonely night, not too many months ago, they comforted each other. And so, it was no surprise that the couple was once again expecting a child.


After winning the soccer game, Emma hurried home with her family to get ready for the night. Getting one child ready to trick-or-treat was enough. But when you had three teenagers, one small child, two toddlers, one on the way and a moody, pregnant wife, Emma knew it would be a hassle.

"Hand me the blue fur?" she asked her wife.

Regina handed off the hood to Emma, and went back to dressing a fussy Lila. Emma was grateful that Elliot was sleepy, like always, when she buttoned up his hood.

"Here," she said, hands on Regina's waist, pushing her aside, "let me."

Regina smiled as she watched how Emma managed to handle all the kids at once. Davie came down, in a red and white striped shirt with jeans and a matching hat. He sat down to read a book as Regina put her and on his hat.

"What are you dressed as, Sweetheart?" she asked her son.

"Waldo," he answered. When he saw her confusion, he clarified. "Outside world reference, Mom."

She smiled, and nodded. Emma looked up at his costume.

"Nice outfit, kid," she said. "You've got the perfect features for Waldo."

"I know," Davie said, "Right?"

Regina was mildly jealous when Emma was the one to understand the references to outside world humor. They were usually lost on her. But at the same time, she found this bond that Emma had, especially with their older kids, incredibly sweet.

Their daughters came down the stairs, arguing per usual. Regina eyed Eve, as she looked like the younger version of herself—if she'd ever been a warrior.

"That had better not be a real bow and arrow!" she squawked. Eve only responded by laughing.

"It's Tomb Raider, Mom, chill," Eve said. While Regina admired her nonchalant attitude that she'd inherited from Emma, she'd prefer if her daughter didn't dismiss her rage.

"I will not 'chill'," she said, "you'll give that back to your grandmother as soon as they arrive." She soon felt Emma's hand on the back of her.

"Relax, breathe," she hushed, as Regina was now hyperventilating, "it's not good for the baby."

Emma turned to Eve. "You will not take it off your back all night," she instructed, "and you will give it back to Grandma as soon as the night's over, am I clear?"

"Crystal!"

Just then, their blonde daughter emerged. Her eyes were sweet and she was looking directly at Regina. Oh boy—Emma thought.

"Mommy?" she asked in a sweet voice. They both knew she wanted something.

"What is it, Rose?"

"Do you think I could pretty, pretty please borrow…," she paused, only to quickly mutter out the last words, "…one of your dresses?"

"Absolutely not!" Regina protested.

"Please? I'll be really careful!"

"No."

"But," her daughter cried. "But Eve gets to use Grandma's bow!"

Regina pounded her hands down on the table. "Rose, I have a splitting headache," she began, "I was up all night with the little twins. My feet are swollen, my back aches. I'm trying to get everyone ready to go. The last thing I need is for you to be nagging me!"

Seeing her daughter become disappointed and saddened by her shocking tone, Regina sighed. "Rose, Darling, I'm sorry," she said, "I'm just stressed." She paused when her daughter nodded. "I suppose you can take one of my collared dresses if you promise to be extra careful."

Rose's eyes lit up as she kissed Regina and thanked her. As she ran up the stairs, Regina called to her. "Nothing with a plunging neckline!" she shouted, "And you know perfectly well what that means!"

Emma laughed at the words. Regina just shook her head. "You should have seen her when that boy asked her to homecoming," she said, thinking Emma was taking it all too lightly. "You were out of town. I told her she could borrow a dress. She came down wearing my most revealing corset dress and bright red lipstick."

Just as Emma nuzzled her wife's neck, their younger daughter came in, dressed and ready to go. This month, she wanted to be an astronaut when she grew up, and thus was her costume. She sprawled her arms out like wings and made flying noises.

"Well," Emma said, "I think it's time for you and I to get dressed, babe."


Ten minutes later, Regina was huffing and stomping her feet.

"I'm not going!" she said.

"Why?" Emma asked as she put on her fury monster glove.

Regina raised her brow, looked down at her stomach and back to Emma, as though it was obvious. "I look huge!" she cried.

Emma helped her zip up her dress further. "You were the one who didn't want to go with my idea!"

She huffed. "Please, I was not going to allow you to paint my stomach like a jack-o-lantern."

Emma laughed. "It would have been cute." Regina arched her eyebrows angrily. "Not that you're not cute now," she said, raising her hand in defense.

Regina simply sighed. "Let's get this over with so we can come home and rest."


Trick-or-treating went for once without any mishaps. No one's costume fell apart. No one was sick. No one lost their bucket of candy. Emma and David carried the burden of lugging around Elliot and Lila while Snow walked slowly with Regina.

"Can we go to Belle and Mr. Gold's now?" Eve asked.

"Yeah!" Cora chimed in. "They give the best candy!"

As Regina held her stomach in relief, knowing Gold's was usually their last stop, she nodded. As the kids ran ahead, Snow couldn't help but notice that Regina was clutching her side a bit more, walking a little slower.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Fine," Regina slowly breathed out, but just as she did, she stopped completely. Her body fell down quickly, but Snow caught her.

"Emma!" she called out to her daughter.

Emma turned back with Elliot to see Regina down on the ground. Fear jolted through her veins as she held the toddler's head while she ran back.

"Regina!" she cried, after handing her son to Snow. "Sweetie, what is it?"

"The baby," she gasped, just before passing out.