Regina Mills was sitting in the tub, letting the scent of apple bubbles assault her nostrils. Her sore back was resting against the cool porcelain and she relaxed as she watched the candles flicker against the dark room.

"Regina, I'm home." Regina heard her wife enter their home and smiled softly, hoping she came baring food because her stomach was rumbling.

"In the bath," she called back elegantly. Regina waited and listened as her wife's footsteps played on the stairs and before long she was in the doorway.

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay," Regina admitted, "a little hungry." That was understatement. She was actually starving, unable to keep any food down all day.

"I brought soup," Emma informed, "I figured you and the little one would be hungry."

Regina smiled and absentmindedly rubbed her hands over her protruding abdomen. "This is the first moment of peace she has given me all day."

Emma sighed, "well how about you come downstairs and we can have dinner and then we can cuddle up in bed and hopefully you'll catch some sleep."

Regina nodded. She had no idea the toll that pregnancy would take on her body. For three months she had experienced constant nausea and vomiting. Then in the fourth month the backaches began and the restless nights seemed never ending. Emma had been strong for the both of them during the tough times, holding Regina's hair when she needed to, rubbing her back, and just being there for her. "Help me up."

Emma pushed herself off the doorframe with her shoulder and offered her hand, handing her a towel in the process. "You smell nice," she commented.

"Mm, I always smell nice, thank you."

Emma rolled her eyes playfully. "I'm gonna go heat up the soup. Henry should be home soon and you know how hungry he gets these days."

Regina nodded as she wrapped the towel around her as best she could. Henry had grown into a typical teenager, leaving dirty clothes scattered all over his room and never bothering to clean them. He devoured any food that was placed in front of him and would still announce he was hungry.

Emma was just about to leave the room when Regina's voice stopped her. "Wait."

"What is it?"

Regina sighed, she hated needing anyone's help. "Could you… it's just…"

"You need help with your socks?"

Regina nearly burst into tears as she nodded. These damn hormones just couldn't pick an emotion. Emma smiled sweetly and helped Regina finish getting dressed before leading them both downstairs and into the kitchen.

Dinner was mostly quiet and because Emma was on call at the station, it was luck that her phone stayed quiet. Henry had been the first to devour his homemade chicken noodle soup and sandwich and had quickly left the table for his room. When Regina was finished, Emma took her bowl and began washing the dishes.

"Don't worry about those right now," Regina said as she walked up behind her, wrapping her arms around Emma's waist.

"Who are you and what did you do to my wife?" Emma's brow was raised high as she spoke.

"I just want to go to bed and lay with you," Regina whispered, "I just got a bad feeling all of the sudden."

Emma turned off the water and placed the bowl she was washing into the drying rack. She turned around in Regina's arms and gently tucked her hair behind her ear. "What kind of bad feeling?"

Regina shrugged. "I don't know. It's probably just lack of sleep."

"Okay," Emma said, "I'm not one to turn away cuddle time." Emma and Regina headed upstairs and after kissing Henry goodnight, they climbed into bed and scooted close to one another. Emma's hand found Regina's and she held onto it lightly. "I love you." She kissed her simply on the lips before scooting down to her stomach and doing the same. "Love you," she repeated.

She was expecting a reply but when she looked up, Regina was already sound asleep. Emma smiled to herself before making herself comfortable and closing her own eyes, hoping that the town would be crime free, at least for one night.

Around two in the morning, Regina woke up, feeling the contents of her stomach twirling around and causing her to run for the bathroom. She heaved the little she ate for dinner and moaned painfully, wishing that Emma was there. It had only been a few hours earlier that her phone had played an annoying tune, signaling that she was needed at the sheriff's station.

When Regina was sure her stomach would stay settled she leaned back against the cool side of the tub, panting slightly. Water would be of great use right now if only she felt strong enough to get some. She was just about to attempt to get up when she heard someone in the hall. "Emma?" Her voice was weak as she spoke, burning from the acid. "Emma, is that you?" Regina closed her eyes in delirium, hoping that Emma would soon find her because her world was spinning.

"I'm not Emma."

It was the last thing Regina remembered before her world went completely dark.

In Manhattan, Olivia Benson had just placed Noah down for his daily nap when her cell phone rang. "Sergeant Benson," she answered quietly as she slipped out of Noah's room and cracked the door behind her.

"Sergeant Benson? This is Sheriff Swan from Storybrooke. I called the authorities of Maine and for some reason they transferred me to you." Emma was rambling but she didn't know what else to say.

"What's the problem?"

"My wife," Emma stuttered, "she's pregnant and she's missing and I-"

"Okay, calm down," Olivia began, "when was the last time you saw her?"

"I got a call around two this morning that I was needed at the station. Someone called in about a suspicious person lurking around the town. It's a pretty small town so… anyway, when I got home, my wife was gone. My son, he was home at the time, he said he didn't hear anything." Emma stopped to take a breath, "she wouldn't just leave like this and I'm afraid she's lying somewhere hurt."

"Alright, just calm down, Sheriff."

"Emma."

"Okay, Emma, I can be in Maine in a couple hours. Just hang tight until then, alright?"

"Thank you."

Olivia hung up the phone and sighed. She was contemplating calling her sitter or packing Noah's things and taking him with her. She decided on the latter and started packing her bags, it was going to be a long day.