Hey guys, thanks for the reviews! I love the enthusiasm with ideas...this family will definitely have some wild adventures. That being said, I'll take prompts for one-shots and mini-stories; just PM me with your idea. I'll get to them right after this first story, which is almost complete.

Also, I'm currently working on some cover art for the series...I want to go with a family sketch as I feel using real people could get challenging and not look as good. The thing is, my drawing skills are not the best. Ideally, I wish Marynesq could draw it, as I love her style, but I don't think she takes requests. If anyone has ideas for cover art, or wants to help out, send me a PM and let me know. Other than that, enjoy chapter 2 :)

Waldo, a princess, Laura Croft, an astronaut, two baby monsters, a big monster alongside Prince Charming and Snow White rushed the Evil Queen to the emergency room. Dr. Whale, who was dressed as a clown, came rushing out, as they'd called to say they were on their way.

"How long since she lost consciousness?" he asked, as he and a bunch of nurses got her onto a bed.

"About ten minutes," Emma answered, walking with them as they wheeled her into the back. The nursed frantically checked Regina's vitals.

"And what about the baby?" Dr. Whale asked. "Has she mentioned anything to you? Cramps? Early contractions?"

"No," Emma cried nervously, "she's only eight months along!"

"Well, Emma," he sighed, "Considering Regina's age, the number of pregnancies she's had—it wouldn't be unlikely."

As the nurses hooked her up to an intervenes, Emma continued to talk with the doctor. "So what could be wrong?"

He reviewed his notes. "Well, her vitals are fairly normal and returning to a completely normal state—no indication of a major trauma," he said, making Emma feel slightly relieved. "Knowing the signs, and knowing your wife, I'd probably say she passed out from too much stress and not enough fluids. However, we need to do an x-ray."

"Okay," Emma said, "what are we waiting for?"

"Unfortunately, Emma, our x-ray machines are down due to a power surge."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," she said. "Don't you have a generator?"

"For limited equipment," he answered.

"So what do we do?"

He paused, knowing Emma wouldn't like the answer. "I've called for a helicopter to transfer you and Regina to a hospital in Portland."

"No," Emma said, "you know she'll go nuts if we—."

"I know," Dr. Whale answered, "which is why you'll be by her side when she wakes."

Knowing she didn't have any other options, Emma went back to the waiting room to tell her parents.

"Is Mom gonna be okay?" Davie asked.

"Yeah," Emma answered, "we just need to get things checked out."

Charming patted his daughter on the back. He knew she was a wreck. "You go in the helicopter and we'll drive the kids. We'll meet you there in a few hours."

She nodded. Snow gave her a hug. "We'll call Henry from the car."

"Make sure he doesn't get too nervous," Emma said, "you know he has—"

"Regina's anxiety," Snow finished her sentence. "We know. We'll make sure he's calm."

Emma smiled before hugging her parents. They whispered in her ear, telling her everything would be fine.

She sat in the dark cabin of the helicopter, holding her wife's hand as she still lay unconscious. The red dots of the city lights below grew blurry as her eyes welted up with tears.

"Don't you dare leave me, Regina," she whispered. "I can't do all this without you."

She wiped her tears with her free hand just when she saw some movement. Regina slowly opened her eyes. She lifted her oxygen mask off with her other hand.

"Em," she said softly. Hearing this, Emma cupped her wife's cheek.

"Hey," she said, "you gave me quite the scare."

"What happened?"

"You passed out while we were walking over to Gold's," Emma answered. "We got you checked out by Dr. Whale. He said you need to have some tests done at a bigger hospital."

As soon as she heard the words, she looked around and realized she was in a helicopter. "Emma…"

"Baby," Emma tried to hush her, "we didn't have a lot of options."

"So you thought leaving Storybrooke would be best?!"

"Regina," Emma said, urging her to understand. "I know you don't like this. I don't either. But we can't risk not going."

Regina sighed, knowing her wife was right. She looked up at Emma and held her stomach. "The baby," she cried, "is everything alright with the baby?"

"As far as we know," Emma answered. "We'll know more after we get some tests done."

They arrived in Portland shortly after. Regina had never left Storybrooke, and Emma could tell she was nervous. She held her hand as the EMTs wheeled her into the building. Emma stood near as one of the men from the helicopter handed off her paperwork to a nurse.

"Mrs. Swan-Mills?" she asked, addressing Regina.

"Yes," Regina nodded, Emma still holding her hand.

"I'm going to take you to get x-rayed," the nurse said. She then turned to Emma. "Is this your friend?"

"I'm her wife," Emma answered, a bit defensively.

"Very well then," the nurse nodded as she grabbed Regina's bed, preparing to wheel her. "Follow me, then."

The Charmings had piled all six kids into the car. As David plugged in the directions to the GPS, Snow pulled out her cell phone and dialed Henry. Just as they backed down the driveway, Henry picked up and Snow could hear the loud sounds of a party.

"Hello?" Henry answered.

"Henry, it's Grandma," Snow began, "listen, there's been an accident with your mom."

"Is everything okay?! What happened?!"

"She passed out while we were trick-or-treating with the kids," Snow answered. "Dr. Whale seems to think things are okay, but he transferred her to a bigger hospital in Portland to get some tests done."

"What's the name of the hospital?" he asked.

"Portland General Hospital," David answered, as Henry was now on speaker phone.

"Okay, I'll meet you guys there."

"Henry," David stopped him, "Are you okay to drive? How much did you drink tonight?"

"I'm okay," he answered, "I only had two drinks and the last one was well over two hours ago."

"Alright, kid," David said, "we'll see you there."

Emma paced as she waited outside the x-ray exam room. What had been fifteen minutes seemed like hours. She had checked her phone to see a text from Henry.

Just talked with Gramps and Grandma. I'm on my way to the hospital. Love you.

She choked up a little after hearing from her son.

Love you too, Henry. So does Mom.

She smiled when she received his reply.

Mom will be okay. She's strong.

Just then, the door swung open and out rolled Regina on her bed. Emma flung to her side, holding her hand immediately.

"Is everything okay?" she asked the nurse.

The nurse nodded. "The technician is speaking with the doctor right now. The doctor will come see you right after," she assured her, as she wheeled Regina into a room.

As soon as the nurse left the room, Emma pulled up a chair and sat by Regina's side.

"Henry's on his way," she whispered. Regina smiled, though she looked exhausted. There were dark circles under her eyes and she looked pale. "You should try to sleep," she suggested, but Regina shook her head.

"I can't sleep until I know our baby's okay."

Emma nodded and continued to hold her hand as they waited.

It wasn't long before the doctor came in and disturbed their silence. He extended his hand to Emma for a shake. "Hi," he greeted her, "I'm Dr. Roz."

"Hi, doctor," Emma said, giving him a firm shake.

Dr. Roz looked over to her wife. "And this must be Regina." She nodded.

"Tell me my baby is going to be okay," she pleaded.

Dr. Roz sighed. "Well, the x-rays seem to be alright in terms of your health," he said, "but the ultrasound was a bit unclear." Both mothers seemed nervous. "Regina, do you know what an amniocentesis is?"

She shook her head, allowing the doctor to explain. "It's a very simple procedure to try and see if your baby is at risk for any birth defects. It involves inserting a small needle in to collect a sample of the cord blood. This will allow us material to run tests."

"Is this absolutely necessary?" Emma asked.

"No," Dr. Roz answered, "but given Regina's age, this may be beneficial to knowing the health of the baby and determining if anything is wrong."

"Are there any risks?" Regina asks.

"None," he answered, "it's a standard procedure."

Regina and Emma looked at each other. They nodded in unison. "Okay."

A few short hours later, the waiting room was filled with the very tired, very cranky Swan-Mills family. Costumes were half undone, make-up was smeared, and the little ones were uncomfortable and fussy. Snow and Charming took turns, getting up every five minutes or so to pick up a crawling Elliot or Lila and put them back in their seat. They were thrilled when Henry had finally arrived.

"You're here!" David pulled him in for a hug. After releasing, he saw Henry's hair was a mess, his clothes tattered, gray make-up now smudged, and his blood stained rags that hung from his arms were ready to fall off.

"Is this what you look like after a typical night drinking?" his grandfather jested.

"Very funny," Henry answered, "I was a zombie groom—now I'm pretty sure I look like a zombie groom after ten years of marriage."

Snow walked over, holding Lila in her arms. "Your mother is about to have a minor procedure to check on the baby's health," she said, filling in Henry. "Emma's back there with her if you want to go see them."

He nodded, ruffling the hair on his baby sister's head, as she had perked up a bit, noticing he was there.

Emma rubbed her thumb gently back and forth over Regina's hand as she held it. She hummed a sweet song to her wife. Regina knew Emma never sang willingly. But in times when Regina needed her comfort the most, she would.

"Darling," Regina whispered softly.

"Yeah?"

"If—," she began, "if something happens to me—".

"Shh," Emma hushed her, a bit of anger in her voice, "don't you dare say that. You're not leaving me, 'Gina. Nothing bad is gonna happen."

"Ha," Regina laughed weakly, "you just say that because you think you can't handle them all on your own."

"No," she protested, even though it was partially true, "I can't even handle myself without you, love. But stop this crazy talk. You'll be fine."

"Emma!" she pleaded, "Will you just listen to me?"

She lifted her arm, allowing the short sleeve of the hospital gown to dangle. She gently stroked Emma's cheek and looked into her eyes. "I want you to know, that if something happens to me," she breathed out, "I know you can do it. I know you'd be scared. But you have Snow and David. Belle and Gold too." Emma wiped away the tear from her eye. "And you'll always have me there, even if I'm gone."

Just as she spoke the words, the door opened. "And you have me too," Henry said softly.

Regina opened her arms for her oldest son's embrace. "Hi Mom, how are you feeling?"

"I'm fine, Sweetheart," Regina said, rubbing his back.

Henry left the embrace and turned to Emma. "Do they know what's wrong yet?"

Emma shook her head. "No, but they should be coming any minute to do that amniocentesis. They say that'll tell us more information."

"Yeah, I heard the nurses talking when I walked by the station," Henry said. "They said they were on their way to get you."

Regina sighed. She looked up at her son, examining his attire. "What are you dressed as..?" she asked.

He laughed. "Zombie—I feel like one right now."

"We all do, kid," Emma chimed in.

Just then, another knock came from the door as a nurse entered. "We're ready for you, honey."

Emma stood with Henry outside the room, her hand firmly rested on his shoulder. They watched from the observation window as the doctors prepared for the procedure.

"That's a big needle," Henry exclaimed, as they saw the doctors insert in into her abdomen. "Aren't they gonna knock Mom out for it?"

"Nah," Emma shook her head. "Surprisingly, they don't hurt." When she saw Henry's curious expression, she explained. "I had one when I was about five months along with you."

He smiled warmly as did she. He loved those rare moments when she'd tell him something from when she was pregnant with him. It was like filling in the connection that had been missing for ten years.

Just then, Emma noticed the doctors reinserted the needle again. And once more. "That's not supposed to happen…," she said, growing a bit concerned.

They watched as the nurses and doctor began frantically looking at the sonogram. Their movements became hurried as they reached for towels, instruments, and scrambled around Regina. Emma saw the heart monitor dropping just before a nurse hurried to close the curtain of the window.

"What the fuck?!" Emma cried, as she ran to the door. She was met be a nurse.

"Mrs. Swan-Mills?" she asked. "Something's gone wrong. The doctor's rushing Regina to have an emergency C-section."

"What?!" Emma cried, as she tried to plow through, but Henry held her back. "What happened!? What did you do to my wife!?"

She kept demanding answers, but received nothing, as the nurse rushed back to the room. Emma collapsed to the ground, in Henry's arms, as she sobbed. As the doors swung open and shut, she saw a team full of nurses and doctors rushing to wheel her wife's bed away, further into the hospital, and further away from her.