Regina came home to a box sitting on her front porch. She picked it up with one hand and juggled her keys and a folder of files from work as she unlocked the door with the other hand. She dropped the box and the files on her coffee table. It was a small box, wrapped in silver paper with a black bow tied around it. She sighed and pulled one end of the bow. It unraveled and slid off, she lifted the lid and a tiny balloon floated out. At the end of the string tied to the balloon was a roll of paper. She unrolled it and sighed again as the paper instructed her to go into her study. She had a tiring and irritating day at work. The paperwork never ended and people would never cease their complaints.

As she walked she tried to think about what the box could be for. It wasn't her birthday; Christmas was months off; and so was mother's day. She gave up half way and by the time she reached the door she expected Henry and Emma to jump out with a badly drawn banner and throw confetti in her face. Henry had been on a confetti kick for some reason. She was wrong, of course. When she opened the door and flicked on the light switch the room was empty. Instead, another box sat on her desk, this one was slightly larger. She unwrapped it and again a balloon floated out.

"Cute." Regina grumbled unrolling the paper again. This time it told her to go to the kitchen. She walked to the kitchen discarding her heels and blazer along the way and when she entered the room she was surprised to find that there was not a silver box on the counter. Instead, Henry was facing away from her.

"Henry, what is this all about?" She looked around the kitchen, not finding anything different. When she turned back to her son he was facing her.

"What is what about?" He asked seriously.

"This whole present and scavenger hunt, and –" She paused and stared at the boy. A grin broke out across his face. He wore a tee-shirt with the words "big brother" stitched on it.

"Is Emma…" She paused again, unable to say the word. Henry nodded frantically.

"Ma!" He called out. Emma entered the kitchen with a concerned look on her face.

"Yeah? What's wrong?"

"I think you have something to tell my mom." He said. She looked at him confused.

"I don't think so, oh, you mean the – right, the thing?" Emma questioned. Regina stared at the woman expectantly.

"Yeah, I'm pregnant." She smiled widely. Regina froze and a smile spread over her face slowly.

"Really?" She asked.

"According to the six at-home tests I took." She answered with a chuckle. Regina wrapped her arms around Emma and kissed her.

"There is so much to do!" Regina said suddenly pulling away. Emma shook her head and laughed.

"You don't get to worry about all that yet. Today, we're going to celebrate and tomorrow, I promise you, you can get as worked up about cribs and car seats and college saving accounts as you want to." She smirked. Regina hesitated but then a wide grin broke out across her face and she pulled Henry into their embrace.

"How exactly do you propose we celebrate?" She looked at Emma. The blonde shrugged.

"I figured we'd just go to Granny's as usual, and then come back here and watch a movie." She said. Regina smirked.

"We do that every Friday." She informed.

"Yes, but this Friday is different because you're not allowed to even think about or consider work until tomorrow afternoon. We're going to enjoy our evening and then we're going to sleep in." Emma announced proudly.

"I'm going to get pancakes for dinner." Henry proclaimed as he grabbed his jacket. Fall was just around the corner and the temperature seemed to be dropping at an impractical rate, at least in Regina's opinion.

"Breakfast for dinner? Sounds amazing." Emma followed her son out of the house and Regina followed after shaking her head at the antics of her family.

This is a short filler chapter. I will post the next chapter tomorrow! Please review!