Author's Note: Just a cute Swanqueen baby/family oneshot. Regina gave birth to this new baby so plot-wise I suppose that makes this AU. I'm not going into detail of how the baby could have been made, she's just there. I absolutely loved writing this fluff so I hope you enjoy reading it just as much.
The saviour opened her eyes and glanced around the dimly lit room. Her face softened as she saw the dark silhouette of her wife stood by the window. Her arms were cradled around their newborn. The top of their daughter's head just peeking over her shoulder. Her eyes were closed.
Emma watched her wife rock the infant gently as she stared sleepily out of the window. She looked exhausted. "Hey, baby," she said softly from the bed.
Regina looked over her shoulder and gave her a soft smile. "Are you talking to me or the child, dear?"
"You, actually." Emma got out of bed and tiptoed across the padded floor. It was definitely the early hours of the morning. Regina would be exhausted tomorrow. "How long have you been up with her?" The sheriff placed a greeting hand on her hip from behind.
"A couple of hours." The brunette sleepily rested her back against Emma's front as the blonde wrapped her arms around her stomach. The saviour swayed them both gently, meanwhile pressing loving kisses to her exposed shoulder.
"Do you know why she woke?" Emma asked, muffled against her shoulder.
"Hungry I believe. I fed her and she's just drifted off. It took a long time."
The tiny baby was wearing a green onesie and her body was curled against the former mayor, tiny chest to chest.
"You two are stunning," Emma whispered. Regina looked at her lovingly, feeling a wave of warm familial hormones. She tilted her head back and kissed Emma's cheek.
"We have such a beautiful family."
"This would be even more picturesque if the kid was here right now. But I'm not gonna wake him up."
"Yes, dear. Better not."
Emma rested her chin again on Regina's shoulder, glancing down at their sleeping newborn. "I can't believe how tiny she is. How gorgeous she is."
"She's perfect," the former mayor said fondly. Their child scrunched up her nose slightly in her sleep before relaxing her features. The baby always slept best against warm skin. They knew already how much the infant appreciated having two mothers. From the second she was in either of their arms listening to their heartbeats, she was out like a light. "I should put her in her cot right now, but I honestly don't want to."
"I don't blame you," Emma smiled. "What were you looking at?"
"Just the town. It's so peaceful at night. I love the tranquil."
Emma nodded with agreement before tilting her head to take in Regina's tired features. She planted a kiss to her cheek before saying, "but I still think you should sleep. You're going to be exhausted tomorrow. It must be around 3am."
"It's four actually," Regina said with light amusement. The baby was too gorgeous for her to feel spiteful for their awakening. She'd felt just the same about Henry. Emma seemed to have the same effect too...
"Sweetheart, go to bed. She'll still be here tomorrow."
Regina nodded, watching their baby snooze for a moment. She finally stepped backwards and Emma let go of her, sad at the loss of contact. The brunette gently placed their baby down in the crib. She turned around to see Emma watching her.
Rubbing her raw eyes, the former mayor stepped over to her and enveloped her in a close hug. Emma held her tight, savouring the natural spiced apple scent that was so uniquely Regina.
The brunette pulled away and cupped her cheeks. She leant forward and kissed her deeply. Emma held her close as their tongues connected.
Regina laughed against her mouth. "Not in front of the baby. We'll give her nightmares."
Emma chuckled and pulled away. "She's asleep! And don't worry, I don't want to keep you up longer. Let's cuddle up and sleep."
"I'm aware that you'd probably like to do more than cuddle... You're practically a walking hormone. I'm quite awake, I wouldn't object entirely, dear." The mayor smirked, planting a further kiss to her lips.
"Well, when you flatter me to well..." The savior laughed. She composed herself and shook her head, knowing Regina's tiredness came first. "Trust me, this is extreme selflessness here, because I want you. I always want you. But I love and care for you more. So we are just sleeping, okay?"
Regina nodded with a sleepy smile. She was incredibly lucky to have the family that she had, all such opposites in personality but somehow, it really just worked. They headed over to their sides of the bed and got in. It wasn't long before their legs were touching, then their arms, and soon they were completely cuddled up. Regina's head on Emma's chest as she held her close.
Emma awoke yet again as it had just begun to get light, she felt the absence in the bed. Checking her phone she groaned as it read 05:59a.m. Yet again she found her wife in the room with their baby. She was breast feeding this time.
"She woke up again?" Emma asked with concern.
Regina jumped a little, unaware that Emma was awake but nodded. "I didn't give her a lot before because she gets sick sometimes, doesn't she?"
Emma nodded. "I'll never forget the two nights in a row where I got regurgitated breast milk in my face."
"Yeah, it certainly slowed our libidos for a little while..."
Emma chuckled a little and then thought about how tired she was. If she was tired, Regina must be beyond exhausted. As she looked at her she noticed with the morning light that the rings below her eyes had rings themselves.
"Baby, you need to sleep."
"Well she's not done yet and she won't go back down until she is."
"At least come and sit in the bed. That way I'll know you're warm."
Regina nodded and stood, still holding her tiny daughter against her. Emma lifted up the cover and she slipped under it in a sitting position. Emma rubbed her back and watched their baby, occasionally using her free hand to tickle the child's teeny fingers.
After a long moment, something else caught her eye. How had she not noticed this? "I can't believe how big your breasts have gotten," she said with amazement. With first all the preparations and then the baby arriving, she'd had little time to really look at the woman she loved the way she used to. To admire every curve and dip of her body.
"She needs to be fed somehow, dear. Try not to ogle too much."
"It was merely an observation," the saviour smiled sleepily.
Regina lay down and watched with content as their baby pulled away and immediately fell asleep in the middle of her chest.
The former mayor closed her eyes blissfully, the pull of slumber becoming more and more tempting. Emma watched lovingly as her wife started to drift off. She looked at the bunched up vest above her chest, resting just above the baby's head.
Emma took the hem of the vest and pulled it up. She lifted Regina's arm through the gap to take it off and the woman smiled sleepily.
"Thank you," she hummed with her eyes closed. She raised her arm to let Emma ease the rest of the vest off. "Would you like the baby?" Regina asked quietly.
"No, she looks very happy where she is. As long as you're okay with her there."
Regina nodded and outstretched her hand, lips curling as Emma took it. The three slept soundly.
"Jeez, mom!" Henry outburst, shielding his eyes.
Emma woke up, saw Regina and laughed. "Sorry, kid. She fed Isla during the night." The saviour raised the duvet up over her wife and the baby. Up to their daughter's shoulders. "You can look now."
He eased his hand away, still grimacing. "Can't you be a bit more careful?"
"In her defence, it is our bed. And the baby's gotta eat, kid. You're gonna have to get used to her boobs." Emma shrugged as if it was obvious.
"I think the image is burned to my mind."
"She has a nice body." Emma frowned. She didn't mean it in a sexual sense, merely a factual one, as if all should appreciate it thoughtlessly. Maybe not her son. That was understandable. "Did you never see her naked when you were little?"
"This is a weird conversation and no. I think she had baths with me as a baby but she must have stopped at some point because I don't remember ever seeing her naked and I'd like to keep it that way."
Regina opened her eyes with the most confused expression. "What the hell are you talking about!?"
Henry blushed a little. "Nevermind."
She looked at her wife. "What!? I heard everything he said before."
"You flashed him a little before. I was just trying to calm him down a bit."
The mayor looked down at Isla on her chest, her tiny face contorting into different expressions within her slumber. Her bare chest, she realised. "Ah," she said. "I'm sorry, dear. I fell asleep after feeding Isla."
"Is she still asleep?"
Regina lifted the duvet and Emma looked, watching their sleeping child nuzzle against her breast. The saviour smiled and leaned her hand across, stroking their daughter's cheek with the back of her finger.
"Woah, guys, really?" Henry said with irritation.
"Jeez kid, I'm just touching the baby!" Ironically Emma rested her hand down on Regina's breast as she complained. The former mayor smiled at that.
"Okay, kid, how about you and I take Isla and we let your mom here actually get some sleep."
Regina nodded and passed the sleeping infant to Emma. Her eyes were just starting to open anyway. The saviour stood, walked around the bed, leant down and kissed her wife. "I love you. Sleep well, honey."
Regina blushed at the affection. She nodded and watched as Emma, Henry and Isla left the room. How blessed she was.
"She's been up half the night," Emma explained as they chewed their toast. She was holding Isla in a body sling against her chest. The baby had yet again drifted back off to sleep. Apparently she wanted to catch up on her interrupted night as well.
Henry nodded. "She looked really tired. Why'd you bring Isla down?"
"I didn't want her to cry and wake her up. Your mom always forces herself to do everything, even when she has nothing left herself. I love her for that but I wish she'd take it easy."
"I think she was like that with me. She told me I barely slept as a baby. She'd be up half the night every night I think."
Emma rested her cheek down on her palm, thinking about the ever loving brunette in the room above. The mayor always said she saw Henry as a gift from the woman. Emma realised she'd never actually said how grateful she was for her raising him.
"You're a lucky kid," the saviour said thoughtfully.
"I know." He nodded.
Three hours had passed and Emma decided to venture upstairs to see if the woman had awoken yet. She'd given Isla to Henry for a little while. The baby was rested, fed and happy so it shouldn't have been a problem.
As she stood in the doorway with crossed arms, the former mayor opened her eyes. The thick white duvet had slipped down again to reveal her olive torso. She looked radiant.
"Hello, dear," the woman said as she rubbed her eyes.
"You're so beautiful," Emma muttered.
"Not this again," Regina smiled.
"It's true." The saviour stepped over to her and crawled into the bed. She was just wearing a sweater and leggings, perfect cuddle clothes.
"What are you planning here?"
Emma put her hands up in defence as she shuffled closer. "I just want to hold you. Henry made me think about some things earlier."
Regina looked at her with concern. Outstretching her arm to wrap around the woman. Her top half was still bare. "What did he say?"
"We were talking about you and Isla and he said you used to stay up all night for him as a baby. That he barely slept. It reminded me that I never actually thanked you for raising Henry. I mean, he's such a great kid and-"
Regina smiled and shook her head, placing a finger to the other woman's lips. "You don't have to thank me, sweetheart. He's our child."
Emma kissed her finger a couple of times. "Just know that I'm thankful."
Regina nodded. "Now, cuddle me." She rolled on top of the blonde in an instant. Emma laughed and wrapped her arms around the woman's bare back.
"You're too cute. Look at you with your little pyjama bottoms. Who knew i'd get you to wear flannel one day."
Regina looked at saviour. "That secret stays between these four walls."
"I wish that sentence weren't about flannel," Emma laughed. Their foreheads touched and soon their lips met too.
Emma's hands cupped the woman's ass, squeezing slightly.
"Can I help you?" Regina raised her eyebrows.
"If only the kids weren't downstairs..."
"Another time, dear." The brunette smiled softy. She could never get over the love she saw in the saviour's eyes, the adoration. She didn't understand it but it made her heart feel heavier with love in return every day. Their family was perfect.
Emma nodded and planted a kiss on her nose. "Did I tell you you're gorgeous?" She laughed.
Regina rolled her eyes and smiled. "You're stunning yourself, dear."
"Love me forever?"
The mayor's smile widened and she blushed. She looked Emma in the eye and returned a single nod. "Of course."
AN: Cringe;). I just wanted to do something sickly sweet to make up for my other darker fics. If anyone really wants me to continue this, I might.
