A/N: As per guest's request from now on I'll be referring to the main male character as Emmet, so don't get confused. Also I changed his name in the 1 chapter. It really was a reasonable request, so I obliged.

Sorry for the long wait, I had to change the 2 chapter to make this fic longer, as many of you asked.

Chapter 2

I was standing in front of the full length mirror and closely examining my reflection. I really looked different from what I remember. My hair were longer, there were more wrinkles on my face. I looked older and it unnerved me. During 28 years in Storybrooke I didn't age a year, but now. The signs of passing years were clearly present on my face.

However, the most noticeable change happened to my body. It was a small change, but still rather obvious.

I got fat.

Ok, not fat. But there was a prominent bump on my belly. Until now, I thought that I never could have a biological child. I grieved, got furious, vented my anger on everyone surrounding me, then I accepted it.

However, now there were two things that proved me wrong. Not things, children. My children. One was downstairs with his father and brother, getting ready to head to school. The other was right inside of me.

I tentatively put a hand on my bare belly. Here it was right under my palm: growing and waiting for the moment to meet his or her new family. And I was still afraid that it was just a dream, a cruel joke played on me by my own mind, that this all would just disappear.

I stroked the bump lightly with my thumb.

"Regina," the door to my room opened and in entered Emmet. "Henry will drive Oliver to school. Usually you see him off, but I said that you don't feel well, so…" Emmet walked by me to the dresser without even blinking an eye.

"Mr. Swan!?" I cried out in outrage; after all I was dressed only in my lingerie.

"What?" he looked at me with a confused expression on his face.

"I'm not dressed!"

"And..?" then it downed on him and his face flushed red. "Uh… Oh… Yes, sorry…" he slammed a hand over his eyes and turned back to the dresser, quickly grabbed some of his clothes and with a hand still over his eyes stumbled over to the bathroom. "I'll just be here. Tell me, when you're ready, okay?" and the bathroom door closed with a modest clap.

Even though I tried to suppress it, an amused smile appeared on my face. 'He can be really cute in his awkwardness. I shook my head trying to get rid of unwelcome interfering thoughts, quickly got dressed in my power suit, touching my abdomen once or twice, and decided to wait for Emmet in the living room.

"I'll be waiting for you downstairs," I shouted and got a muffled "Okay" in reply.

Upon entering the living room, I noticed some additions to the interior: there were some toys and Lego pieces scattered over the floor in front of the sofa, the collection of DVDs was noticeably larger than before and a new version of PS flaunted on under the TV. However, new photos on the wall got the most of my attention.

There were plenty, but on every one of them my face shone with happiness. Particular one caught my attention, so I took it in my hand.

I was holding small Oliver in my arms, next too us stood Henry. My boys were squeezing me in their embraces and kissing me on both of my cheeks. My eyes were tightly closed and a huge smile graced my face. This photo was really sweet and it made my heart soar with want for this kind of affection.

"It was taken after our honeymoon," came a voice from behind me. It was Emmet already clothed, but still with wet hair after the shower. He stepped closer to me. "Boys missed us so much, especially you. They pounced on you and it was so adorable I couldn't help taking a photo." He ran a hand through his hair and smirked.

I couldn't look away from him. He really was handsome, when he was smiling genuinely. Then something he said caught up with me.

"Honeymoon?" I asked incredulously. Even though I couldn't deny that I was pregnant and pregnant for the second time with his child, I still had my suspicions about the status of our relationship. I've never thought I would ever get married again. Not after what the marriage to the king had come to be.

"Yeah," Em scratched the back of his neck. "We went to…" Then he stopped talking and glanced at me with a devious expression on his face. "Oh, but I don't want to spoil such a great surprise." His smirk was the smuggest I've ever seen on his face.

My inner control freak roared in protest. Who does he think he is to deny me the blessing of knowledge? However, instead of blowing up on him, I forced myself to calm down and huffed. "Whatever," then I turned my attention back to the picture of my sons. "We have better things to talk about."

Emmet didn't answer just walked by me and slumped down onto the couch. I put the frame back on its place and started pacing.

"If we don't send me back as soon as possible. Magic always has consequences," a terrible thought stuck me and my hand instinctively covered my belly. "Gods, our kids could disappear." I stopped pacing and turned to Em with fear clear in my eyes.

In a second Em jumped from his sitting place and appeared in front of me. His hands instantly landed on my shoulders and started massaging them.

"Regina, calm down, breath," he said in a soothing voice. "What makes you think that you came from the past? Maybe you just somehow forgot about past seven years?" I could see that both thoughts caused him pain, but he still tried not to show it, tried to support her, be her solid ground. Even though he wasn't as successful as he thought, but just the effort warmed my heart a little.

"I… I don't know… I just have this feeling… And if something happens to Oliver, I would never forgive myself."

"Okay, then we need to find out what really caused your memory loss," Emmet took my hand in his. "Let's go talk to Gold."

I just nodded.

The talk with Gold didn't give us much insight to our problem. He just looked at us in his usual creepy manner and said that my situation has nothing to do with dark magic. Of course, it was something, but it brought only more questions to the surface. If destroying of the dark curse didn't cause this then what could it be? What kind of magic it could have been?

My thoughts were abruptly interrupted, when the car stopped in front of the hospital entrance. I turned to Em with a raised eyebrow.

"What are we doing here?" I demanded.

"We have a 6th month appointment for our little girl today. I thought, I told you during breakfast," he said. I shook my head "no". "Well, surprise..?" he had a sheepish smile on his face.

I just sighed, opened the door and headed towards the entrance. When Emmet caught up with me, I asked.

"What did you mean 6th month? I definitely don't look that far along," I lowered my gaze to my abdomen.

"The embryo must have attached to the back wall of your uterus, so you won't show as much as other women. Besides, you always had strong abdominal muscles. It too has its influence," he explained casually as if he had a degree in gynecology. I threw him a questioning look. "What?" Emmet looked at me with a raised brow. "Ollie was the same way, so I researched a bit."

I chuckled. 'Of course, he did.' A wave of affection washed over my body.

By this time we already in front of the reception of the hospital.

"Good morning," Emmet leaned on the counter and charmingly smiled at the young nurse. "Appointment for Regina Swan-Mills."

Flushing nurse just kept staring at my husband. I really didn't like it, so I linked my hand through Em's and cleared my throat. "We are waiting."

The tone of my voice and my hard glare made the girl jump in fright. "Yes, yes, Madam Mayor," and she hurriedly started scrolling through the files. "You can go to the 21 room, Doctor Maddison will be with you in a couple of minutes."

"Thank you," Em thanked her. I just nodded and we headed away. Our arms still linked.

"What was that?" Emmet asked me after we entered the room.

"I don't know what you are talking about," I turned away from him and gracefully climbed onto the examination table. I would absolutely not admit anything so easily.

"Don't feign innocence," his smile turned into a smug smirk. "You were totally possessive and so sooo jealous."

I huffed. This girl just had no right to look like that at what belongs to me. 'Oh, shit. I really am possessive… Ok, I'll blame it on the pregnancy hormones.'

Luckily, I didn't have to answer, because the door to the room opened and in entered the woman in a white overall.

"Mrs. Swan-Mills, nice to see you again," she smiled at me and went to her table. "So let's start."

After half an hour of poking and prodding, and tests, and questions, I was absolutely exhausted. At least Doctor Maddison was nice and understanding. At least she wasn't this creep Whale or Snow's little minion Doc.

Maddison left to get the equipment for the ultrasound and we were left alone.

Emmet was shaking with excitement and just couldn't sit still.

To be honest, I was as excited as Em, if not even more. After all it'll be my first ultrasound and I wold see my third child for the first time. However, I tried to keep myself calm and not show any emotions. I was brought out of my musing by Emmet's voice.

"If she's in a sharing mood, maybe, we'll see who our child is," he sat on a chair next to me. "But I'm absolutely sure she's a girl."

"Why are you so sure?" his smile was contagious, so I smiled in return and lightly stroked my belly. "I have a feeling it's a boy."

"I just want to have a mini-you running around the house. She, for sure, will try to copy her mommy's demeanor, but will fail miserably, 'cause she'll be too cute. And I will spoil her rotten. Our little princess," his words were too sweet, causing my eyes to fill with tears. I tried to wipe them as subtly as I could, but Em still noticed. With a gentle smile still present on his face, he brushed my tears away with his thumb and continued.

"Besides, you'll be greatly outnumbered, if the little one is a boy. Yeah, yeah, I know the Queen won't mind having her personal royal squad and all that, but still…" Em tried to joke, and it really was kind of funny.

I put a hand on his cheek, covered in a light stubble. "Thank you."

I was grateful to have him by my side. Not only grateful for his words, but his help, his care, his understanding, his… love. Right now could clearly see it shining in his deep eyes.

"Always," smile never left his face and he leaned closer to me.

His lips were so close to mine, when the door opened and interrupted our moment. Internally I groaned.

"Are you ready for the scan?" asked Doctor Maddison.

Emmet stood up and answered. "As ready as we'll ever be." I nodded.

After everything was ready, an outline of my baby on the screen appeared. It was so small, but already looked like a person. My baby.

"Ok, everything looks fine," Dr. Maddison attentively looked at the screen for a couple of minutes, then turned to us. "Would you like to know the gender now or leave it for later?" she asked.

"Now," Emmet and I answered in unison and looked at each other with a smile.

"Well, congratulations. It's a girl."

A/N2: Thanks to everyone for the great response to the 1 chapter; it really means a lot to me.

I am not really sure, where I'm going with the plot, so if you have any requests, let me know through review. Tell me, what you want to see.

I'm still in search of a beta(need to discuss some grammar nuances and want to bounce some ideas with him or her), so let me know, if you're interested.