The first thing Regina became aware of as she slowly woke was a feeling of disappointment that her dream had been interrupted. It had been a good dream. A dream that had included champagne and chocolate-covered strawberries. She was pretty sure there had been whipped cream, too, but not for the strawberries. There had been someone else in the dream, also, bathed in candlelight.

The next thing she became aware of was a pair of soft lips pressed against her eyelid and a gravelly voice saying, "Good morning, sleepy."

Regina hummed at the back of her throat but kept her eyes closed. Maybe that dream wasn't as far off as she thought.

The soft lips chuckled and pressed down again, this time on her forehead.

"Come on, I heard some little feet moving in the room next door."

And just like that, the dream was lost for the time being.

Regina groaned. "Can't we just stay in bed?" She asked, still insolently refusing to open her eyes.

"Since when do you like to sleep the day away?"

"I had other activities in mind than sleeping." Regina said with a husky voice.

The lips chuckled again, this time from above as the body that belonged to those lips moved on top of her, muscular arms holding most of the weight from that body on either side of Regina.

Regina opened her eyes the tiniest amount to see exactly where those lips were. Before he could anticipate her next move, Regina reached her head up and captured those lips in a deep kiss, and her eyes closed again.

When she next opened them, the first thing she saw was her husband's blue eyes darkening as he groaned. "Regina, you're an irresistible minx, and you know it," he said, leaning down to capture her lips again. Her arms wrapped around him and she hummed in pleasure at the back of her throat.

Just then, they both felt a kick between them at the same moment that their bedroom door slammed open.

"Daddy, what are you doing to Mommy?"

Regina and the lips groaned at the same time, and the two adults in bed rolled away from each other.

"Um…uh…um…Lil wanted breakfast." Henry stammered from the doorway, clearly flustered by the sight in front of him.

"Don't worry, Henry, you're not interrupting anything. We learned our lesson the last time we kept the door unlocked."

Henry and Regina burned a matching bright red. "David!" Regina scolded softly. At the sight of her sixteen-year-old son's face Regina bit back a laugh. "Why don't you take your sister downstairs, Henry. We'll be there in minute."

Henry picked up his little sister and shut the door behind him quickly, glad of an excuse to be as far as possible from any more allusions to his parents' sex life.

"It seems like all of our children are practicing their skills of interruption this morning." Regina commented as she stood, her hand resting on her far-too-large-to-be-only-six-months baby bump.

David pulled back the covers on his side and stood up. "Hey, I only felt one kick, so at least one of our children has some respect."

Regina laughed and grabbed her robe from the velvet bench at the foot of their bed. She pulled it on over her nightgown and tied it closed before slipping her feet into her slippers. "I'm sure once she arrives she'll follow in the footsteps of the rest of her siblings."

She heard him laughing his agreement as she made her way out of the room. He grabbed his own robe and threw it over his pajama pants and bare chest and caught up with her before she had even made it halfway down the stairs. At six months pregnant with twins, Regina was moving slower than usual, something that she hated to admit.

David slowed down to keep pace with her once they were down the stairs, putting his hand on the small of her back. Lily and Henry were sitting at the island in the center of the kitchen, waiting. David sat down on the other side of Lily, who was seated in the middle barstool, her knees tucked under her bottom so that she could reach the island.

Henry turned red again at the sight of the adults, and this time David had the decency to look a little sheepish. "Sorry, Henry."

"It's okay," Henry pretended to sigh. "Maybe one of these days I'll get used to walking in on my mom and my grandfather."

David let out a laugh before he could catch himself. "Geez, we're scarring you for life, aren't we, kid?"

"It's okay, you can pay for therapy later." Henry joked. To an outsider, the conversation would have been horrific, but in the sleepy town of Storybrooke, Maine, it was accepted as normal. Well, sort of.

"Daddy, why did Henwy call you his gwampa?"

Regina leaned across the island as much as her growing belly would let her. "Who wants chocolate-chip pancakes for breakfast?" She asked quickly, catching her little girl's curious brown eyes.

"Me!" Lily said excitedly, raising her hand. Luckily, at three years old, Lillian Nolan was easily distracted.

Henry and David exchanged a look that Regina pointedly ignored. She busied herself around the kitchen in order to ignore the way her husband was trying to catch her eye. When David realized what she was doing, he sighed inaudibly and shook his head. Sooner or later they were going to have to face their past, and with how smart Lily was, David was pretty sure that it would be sooner rather than later.

They weren't alone again until that evening, after they had put Lily to bed. It was a Friday night, and Henry was spending the night at a friend's house, which meant that Regina and David had the house to themselves, provided that Lily didn't wake up. They sat on the couch downstairs, Regina on one end and David on the other. Regina was stretched out with her feet on David's lap and a cup of tea in her hand. Her eyes were closed as she leaned her head on the back of the couch and listened to Lily singing herself to sleep through the baby monitor that was sitting on the coffee table in front of them.

David's feet were propped up on the coffee table and his thumb was moving in slow circles on Regina's ankle. His eyes were on his wife's face, watching as her chest rose and fell with each breath she took. When the monitor fell silent and he was sure that Lily was asleep, he decided that it was time to speak. "Regina?"

"Hmmm?" Regina hummed, opening her eyes. She leaned forward and placed her mug on the coffee table and leaned back, her eyes closing once more as her hands came to a rest on the bump of her stomach.

"We need to talk about this morning."

Regina's eyes popped open as a look of dismay flitted across her face. "No."

"Regina, we can't keep it from her forever."

"She's three, David."

"You know how perceptive she is. If one of us doesn't tell her, she'll find out from someone else in this town."

He could tell from the look on her face that she knew he was right. They were both silent for a long moment. Regina's eyes closed again, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill. She sat up and put her feet on the floor, her head falling into her hands. "She'll hate me." She whispered in a soft but broken voice.

David scooted closer to his wife and put his hand on her back. With his other hand, he cupped her chin and pushed it up gently to force her to look at him. Brushing back a strand of her hair with two fingers, he looked into her eyes. "She could never hate you."

Regina shook her head. "Henry did when he found out the truth."

David grabbed her face in his hands and looked into her eyes with an urgency that she hadn't seen in a long time. "You're not the person you were when Henry found out. It's not the same at all."

"But how will she know that?"

"Regina, the entire town knows it. She will too."

Regina still couldn't make herself believe it. She had dreaded the day when she would have to tell Lily from the moment that she knew she was pregnant with her. Nightmares about the moment had haunted her for the last four years. "What if she sees me as the villain?"

"You're not a villain, Regina. You're a hero. We'll tell her everything. Who you were in the Enchanted Forest, yes, but also who you are now. We'll tell her about us. We'll tell her how I fell in love with the woman that you really are. We'll tell her how you saved me."