sorry for the long wait between chapters. this story is going to be more like glimpses into their life for the first half and then maybe an actual full story arc when Violet is a teen :) want to hit on all the happy moments in between though. please review! also, follow me on IG if you don't already ( theharpergrey), i'm taking prompt ideas for EC and other ships xxx


Granny smiled to herself when the Mayor came into the diner, holding hands with her small clone who bounced and chit chatted energetically. Violet giggled when Grumpy reached out and gently tugged one of her curls in a mischievous manner as they walked past the booth of dwarves, causing them all to chuckle. The sarcastic repertoire remained between Regina and Leroy, but Granny did not miss the hint of a smile that curled on Regina's lips at his playful nature with Violet. Everyone loved the adorable child who could be bubbly and playful, yet incredibly shy at times. She figured that was probably how Regina herself was when she was younger.

She gathered a couple of menus out of habit, though she already knew what their usual was, and rounded the counter to go get their order. The child was talking her mother's ear off as she approached, but Regina listened and watched with a warm smile. Granny knew how very grateful the Queen was for her life now and it was good to see her so happy. She noticed that she appreciated even the smallest moments, like this, when a lot of parents would grow tired of their children's over zealousness. The Mayor could be distant and snippy with others sometimes, but she was nothing but warm towards her children. No one could deny she was an excellent mother.

"Good morning, girls," Granny stepped up to the end of the booth they'd settled in, watching them both look up and give her a smile. Regina's eyes looked tired but she was otherwise entirely put together, donning a fitted navy dress that allowed her to see that the gentle curve of her tummy had grown a little. "The usual?"

"Mommy, can I get chocolate milk this time?" Violet glanced to Regina with wide, puppy dog eyes and Granny had to suppress a chuckle as she watched the woman who ran the town with a firm hand struggle to say no to a five year old.

"Honey, you're having pancakes, don't you think that's enough sugar?" She raised a brow at the girl who only grinned back at her in response, a mischievous glint sparkling in her blue eyes.

"Daddy let me last time we had breakfast here," The child offered in response with an innocent shrug of her shoulders and Granny audibly chuckled then, earning a firm look from the Mayor.

Regina glanced back to her daughter who had returned to the puppy dog method of begging and sighed, "Can we get a decaf coffee and a small chocolate milk?" She looked back to Granny reluctantly and she could only smirk back at the younger woman. Regina Nolan was a softy.

"How far along are you now?" She asked Regina, placing a coloring kids menu in front of Violet with a few crayons, "I bet one caffeinated coffee wouldn't hurt, looks like you could use it."

"Four and a half months," The Mayor smiled tiredly and gave a slow nod of thanks when her daughter became distracted immediately with coloring, "Decaf is fine, but thank you."

"Hows the morning sickness?" Granny raised a brow, "The smell of food still make you nauseous?" She glanced back towards the kitchen, hoping they weren't cooking anything back there that would smell too strongly. The last time Regina had been in the diner she'd stood so quickly that she knocked a glass over on the table before sprinting to the restrooms when the smell of David's fried chicken assaulted her heightened senses.

"Not as bad as it was," Regina replied, a hint of embarrassment showing in her expression, "Don't worry, no spills this time."

"Oh my girl, I've had worse messes in here for less important reasons," Granny smiled and put a hand on her shoulder, feeling maternal towards the woman she'd come to understand in the past six years. She'd changed much, was more open and easier to approach now. Being with David and having a family had softened her and drew her into the community more. It warmed Granny that everyone now treated her as one of their own, as a leader instead of an outsider. The Queen had never had that before. "Don't worry about it. You just take care of yourself."

She gave Granny a tender smile that let her know she appreciated the gesture. "I will."


"The end," David finished the storybook, closing it gently and glancing down at his daughter who was curled up underneath her covers. She was still wide awake, looking up at him with inquisitive eyes, an expression that was so entirely his wife's.

"Mommy really knows that dragon lady, too, doesn't she?" She asked and he could practically see the wheels turning in her beautiful little mind. His daughter, like her mother, was an especially deep thinker. Her questions never ceased and she always wanted to know the hows and whys when it came to almost everything. She still hadn't stopped pondering how a baby got in her mommy's belly.

"Yes, she and your Mommy used to be friends, back in the Enchanted Forest," He nodded and tucked her covers around her slowly. They'd told her some parts of their life in that realm, though he knew her mother was nervous as how to approach her role back then. He always tried to soothe Regina's fears about telling Violet of her past sins someday, reassuring her that their brilliant minded little girl would be understanding.

"Will I ever get to go to the Enchanted Forest?" Violet raised an eyebrow, dark hair mussed against her pillow as she tucked her hands underneath the side of her face. She was getting sleepy, he could tell by the way her eyes drooped that she was giving up her fight to stay awake.

"I don't know, maybe someday."

She considered his answer for a moment, "Maybe after I learn to control my magic real good like Mommy does hers. We had a lesson today in her vault, after we had breakfast at Granny's."

"What did you learn?" He smiled as he watched her eyes light up at the thought and he was relieved that she wasn't ashamed of her gift like he knew Regina had been at times in her life.

"You use your...em...em-.." Her brows furrowed as she struggled with finding the word.

"Emotions?"

"Yeah!" Her eyes widened, "You use your emotionses to work magic. Like if you're happy or sad or mad, but you never use your magic when you're mad...unless you're protecting somebody, then it's okay," She rattled on and he smiled, knowing she was repeating what Regina had told her, "But not to do bad stuff. Mommy showed me books with magic spells in them, but she says some of the stuff I'm too young to learn but she'll teach me someday. Right now she says I just need to learn how to keep it in, like when I'm playing, so I don't have accidents."

"Your Mommy will teach you everything you need to know," He nodded and he truly believed it. Regina worried about keeping Violet on the right path. Knowing how powerful their daughter could be was not something she took lightly and he knew she sometimes doubted that she was the right person to do it. "Sounds like you had a pretty big day."

"It was," She nodded with a wide smile before yawning.

"You better get some sleep then," He smiled and stood from her bed, setting the book on her nightstand before he leaned down to kiss her forehead. Regina and he took turns reading her stories and tucking her in each night and he was sure by the time he was done here that his pregnant wife would already be asleep as well. "Sweet dreams, Princess."

"Good night, Daddy."

He watched her eyes flutter closed and he smiled to himself, reaching out to turn off her lamp but still being able to see her from the glow of her nightlight. Raising a girl was entirely different than his experience with Henry and Neal, tending to bring out a softer side to him. Or make him a pushover, as Regina called it, but she had no room to talk.

The thought of another child with her excited him, especially with how fast Neal and Violet were growing up. Not to mention Henry being away at college, which Regina supported but he knew took a toll on her. The new addition to their family was highly anticipated and would be good for everyone. Moments like this reminded him of how lucky he was and he looked forward to the opportunity to have more.


Regina was a mess. An absolutely bothered, needy, horny little mess. She bit down on her bottom lip as she gazed out the hallway window to the backyard and cursed her body for betraying her. She hadn't meant to stop and stare, was only glancing outside on her way to the laundry room. But here she stood, had even set the laundry basket down on the floor so she could turn to the window fully and creep on her husband.

It was hot out and he'd stripped off his shirt while working on putting Violet's swing set together, his broad chest sweaty and tanned from the sun. His arms and shoulders flexed as he hammered in a nail, sending little jolts of arousal through her abdomen. It was pathetic how much it turned her on just to watch him work on something so innocently. They'd even had sex that morning, but her hormones were raging with vengeance.

This pregnancy was even worse than the last when it came to her sex drive. She'd known he was tired when he came to bed the night before but she'd cuddled and squirmed against him, slyly making his body react to her and he had obliged her needs without complaint. Asking for sexual favors was never something she was good at and she didn't typically have to initiate sex. The Evil Queen had been bold when it came to things of that nature, but Regina wasn't as forward. She got a little shy approaching the subject at times, especially with David, because he knew her so intimately. He'd seen all of her layers and there was a vulnerability involved when they enjoyed each other's bodies.

She was almost embarrassed at herself, feeling the dampness between her thighs as she let out a sigh when he bent over. She'd never admit it, had even made fun of him in the past for it, but she loved that he knew how to do all of those stupid, gender role associated macho man jobs. He could fix her car, could build a swing set for their daughter, preferred to mow their lawn himself, the list went on. It was such a contrast to the way she'd done things in the past. She'd been a Queen, after all, but he'd been a shepherd.

Today had reminded her of the days she spent watching him work the crop in the Enchanted Forest when they were growing magic beans. He wasn't afraid of hard work and was exceptionally good with his hands. In more ways than one. Her stomach coiled at the thought, seeing his bicep flex and feeling her neck flush from arousal. She wished he wasn't busy. Wished she wasn't so needy. She had to get a grip before she ended up in a puddle.

Reasons to go outside to him began to generate in her mind. Water had been her excuse in the Enchanted Forest, which resulted in a good fucking behind the barn like a couple of country bumpkins. That could work. Or she could tell him that he needed to go pick up Neal and Violet from Emma's later. But she'd already told him that. Shit.

He straightened up then, looking back towards the house and his gaze fixed in her direction. She saw a knowing grin appear on his face and her own flushed with the knowledge she'd been caught. Excitement pooled in her belly when he dropped the hammer on the ground and started to walk towards their home, but she quickly bent down to pick up the laundry basket. He'd caught her staring but she wasn't about to admit to it, so she made quick steps to the laundry room to continue the task she'd been on prior to gawking.

"Babe?" She heard him question after he'd stepped in the back door and she took a deep breath, quickly punching buttons to turn the washer on.

"Back here," She called out in response, mentally cursing when there was a slight tremble in her voice. God, could she be any more pitiful?

"You okay?" He asked as he appeared in the laundry room door, a hint of a smirk gracing his chiseled features when his eyes clocked her. She knew he was always well aware when she was turned on, for he'd become a master at reading her expressions and body language.

"Fine, why?" Her response was too fast and she saw his smirk deepen as he closed the distance between them with a couple slow steps. She was barefoot, making her line of sight meet with that beautiful fucking chest of his, drawing her eyes to the sweaty sheen on it before she forced her gaze back up to his eyes and let out a breath.

"Regina," He chuckled, stepping closer and she backed up against the dryer, "Since when are you shy about being horny?"

She sighed frustratedly as she gave up her cover, throwing up her hands in defeat, "I am all of the time. It's embarrassing. And you're busy, and I know you're tired after last night, I-"

"If my only problem is being tired because my wife wants sex then I'm a pretty lucky man," He teased and rolled his eyes with a smirk, reaching out to tug on the strings of her silk pajama shorts, undoing the tie. Just the feeling of his fingertips briefly brushing against her abdomen with the gesture made her breath hitch. "You're adorable."

"I don't feel adorable, I feel crazy," She hummed when he pulled the waistband out from her skin, slipping his hand down into her shorts slowly.

"I like it," He grinned, leaning down towards her to press his lips to her neck. The stubble grazed her skin, lips nibbling and kissing and sucking, causing her to moan before his fingers even found her, "You're so sexy," He murmured near her ear as she pushed his fingers into her panties and through her folds, sliding over her slick little nub, making her gasp.

Her head spun at the simple contact, moaning out louder when he began to rub slow but firm circles on her clit. She leaned back against the dryer for support, her hands coming up to slide over his sweaty chest and back, fingertips grazing muscles. Her bundle of nerves throbbed and the friction of his rough fingers felt like heaven combined with the way he nipped at her neck.

"You are so wet, Regina," He groaned into her skin, massaging her clit in a slightly faster rhythm that made her practically whimper, "If I wasn't so sweaty I'd take you right here, but don't worry baby. After I make you come here I'm going to take you upstairs to the shower with me," He promised and she felt her knees wobble at his words.

"Easy," He smiled, lifting his head from her neck when he felt her get unsteady from the pleasure, "We can't have that," He groaned, pulling his hand out of her shorts and making her instantly miss the contact. His hands then came around to grip her bottom, giving it a squeeze before he picked her up and sat her on top of the dryer.

She leaned back on her hands, quickly lifting her hips for him when he gripped the edge of her shorts to pull them down. Her breath was heavy and she knew her skin was flushed but she didn't care. All she could think about was getting rid of her shorts and panties as fast as she could so his hand could get back between her legs. He groaned deeply when he pulled them down and spread her thighs, pulling her hips to the edge of the machine.

"Fuck," He muttered under his breath when he pressed her thighs apart further and she was so aroused that the movement alone felt good. Regina bit down on her bottom lip and moaned when he ran a finger through her folds again before slowly pushing two inside of her.

"Yesss," She hissed and let her head fall back, fingers curling over the edge of the dryer, "Mmm."

Her eyes closed when he pushed his digits inside of her fully, mouth gaping when he began to move them. His fingertips curled as he worked his wrist, expertly finding the spot inside of her that made her hips jerk, "Right there," She whimpered wantonly.

"I can't wait to bury myself in you," He groaned as thrust his fingers faster, thumb pushing through her lips to press down on her clit and causing her to practically yelp. He was so good at working her up, knew her body almost better than she did at this point, had her squirming and attempting to curl her hips with him, grinding shamelessly against his hand.

"Don't stop," She moaned and tilted her head back up to watch him finger her. Her gaze caught his briefly, all traces of the grin he'd worn minutes ago gone, replaced with sheer lust as he watched her react to him. Knowing he got so aroused by her pleasure made her stomach coil, made her tighten around his digits in anticipation for her orgasm.

She panted now, working her hips against his hand as fast as she could as broken moans and whimpers escaped her. Her eyes shifted down to between her legs, visually taking in what he was doing to her. His thumb rubbed anxious circles on her swollen clit, fingers pumping in and out of her with ease. "I'm so close...Daviiid...pl..please...m-more," She cried out desperately now and he groaned deeply, instantly quickening the pace.

"Come for me, I want to feel you come on my fingers," he beckoned, fingertips curling deeply inside of her and she felt the hot clutching approaching. It stole the sound from her throat when she tried to scream, her mouth falling open and her lips curling into an "o" shape as her body convulsed and she clamped down on him. "Yes, fuck," he groaned as he firmly vibrated his fingers through her orgasm, prolonging the feeling, "You came so hard, baby."

"Oh god," She groaned when her body went limp, head leaning against the wall behind the dryer as her chest heaved. The waves of pleasure radiated down her thighs and she felt her lower half throbbing, causing her to quickly reach down and push his hand away from her at the sensitivity that followed, "That...so good," She mumbled and let her eyes close.

"Come here," David groaned at the state she was in, lifting her from the dryer and picking her up against him, wrapping her legs around his waist, "I need you," He said with a thick voice as she buried her face in his neck, still recovering when his hands gripped her ass and he carried her out of the laundry room swiftly. Her arms draped around his neck loosely as she pressed her lips to the skin there, earning a grunt of approval from him as he climbed the staircase.

David's cock was heavy as lead in his pants, throbbing and pressing against the zipper as he made his way into their bedroom. Regina was doing sinful things to his neck, tongue tracing over his Adam's apple on her way to assault the other side, lips sucking at his earlobe. "If you don't stop I'm gonna blow before I even get my dick in you," He groaned and heard her snicker, felt her breath blow against the wet skin of his neck and he gripped her ass tighter in response.

He set her down on her feet when they got in the bathroom, smirking at the devilish grin on her face as she gazed up at him. She gripped her own top and pulled it over her head, exposing hard nipples that he had trouble taking his eyes off of when he reached in to turn the knob on the shower and start the water. She was tugging at his belt in the next second, undoing it faster than he could himself. She'd had plenty of practice taking it off, after all.

He suppressed a groan when she pushed his jeans and boxers both down his thighs, helping him step out of them before she straightened back up. There was no one he'd remained attracted to like he did his wife and he reveled in the fact that they could still excite each other in this way. She gave a needy little sigh when he scooped her up and stepped under the running water of the shower, pressing her back up against the cold stone wall. Her hands ran up his chest, over his shoulders, digging into his shoulder blades as he hiked her thighs around his sides.

"Remind me to get my toolbox out more often," He smirked as the tip of his cock brushed against her folds and he pushed into her with ease, ripping groans from both of them. She was clenching on him already and he knew she'd come again with little effort, which was a relief considering he wouldn't be able to last very long. He pressed their bodies together as tightly as he could, feeling her small bump against his stomach, making him smile as he pressed his forehead to hers, "I love you so much."

She cried out as he started to thrust in her, barely pulling his cock out before rutting back in. He took her harder than he normally would so soon but she was dripping, hot and ready for him and she wanted it just as badly as he needed to do it. Her eyes closed as her mouth gaped and cries escaped her with each roll of his hips into her wet heat. He gripped at her ass, kneading and pulling at it as he began to pound her, jolting her body in an upward movement against the wall as she clawed at his back.

"D-David," She choked on a moan, nails scraping at his shoulder blades before she cried out sharply when she came again. Her hips curled up against his violently as he buried himself to the hilt with one last thrust and let go. He grunted as he spilled inside of her, feeling her muscle contractions milking his own orgasm from him. He lifted his head and smiled breathlessly at her, eyes still closed and brows furrowed at the sensations flooding her body. She was a mess. A breathtaking, needy, horny little mess. His mess.