Thanks for the reviews and ideas. While I already have the backstory in my head (I know who the possible daddy's are) but how and when that comes into play in this story, I don't know. I need your help moving this story forward. Thanks for the suggestion about Emma trying to call Regina out on BS, and for the suggestion of Charming and Snow talking about their situation. Keep the ideas coming!

"So Hook thinks he's the dad?"

Emma's cut-to-the-chase attitude, combined with the adrenaline surge from her confrontation with Killian, shocked Regina into answering immediately.

"He may have contributed genetic material, but that does not make him a dad." Regina turned away, trying to leave Emma, but she stopped, unsure where to go, not wanting to face Killian who was still in her cabin.

"Damn boat," she muttered.

"Don't let Hook hear you insult his ship."

Regina turned back to Emma, surprised at her smiling attitude. Instead of uttering the scathing remark she had intended, she simply ran her hand through her hair.

"Damn ship needs a shower," she said, sneering on the word 'ship'.

Emma realized that something had changed. Regina was talking. She was out of the cabin. She even acknowledged her need for a bath. So Emma kept pushing.

"So the baby is Hook's?"

"It's one of the possibilities," Regina rolled her eyes, "but you knew that. Seeing as you managed to breed, I'm assuming you know how this condition comes about?" Regina paused, one eyebrow raised, waiting for Emma to nod her assent.

Emma had no idea where Regina was going with this particular string of insults, so she just rolled her eyes. Regina took that as permission to go on.

"Unless you want me to list all the times, locations, and possible sperm donors, I suggest you refrain from asking again."

Something in Regina's tone caused Emma to stop pressing. The last thing she wanted to picture was Henry's adoptive mother writhing naked in Hook's arms. Drat, now she was picturing it.

Regina laughed at the look of horror that crossed Emma's face.

"I'm going to wash my hair." And with that, Regina squeezed past Emma and was gone.

After Regina went up on deck, Emma decided to go check on her parents. She was standing outside their door, about to knock, when she heard her mother moan, followed by grunting (was that her or David?) and then a muffled cry of ecstasy that made it painfully clear to Emma what was going on.

"Gross!" She couldn't help saying it. And then she was mentally back in Storybrooke, remembering walking into the apartment with Henry and catching Snow and David in bed. And she crumpled to the ground because right now, she would do ANYTHING to have Henry back so they could be grossed out together over his grandparents' extracurricular activities.

"Did you hear something?" David asked his wife. And then she giggled because it was absurd to ask when she had a pillow pressed into her face.

"Do you think we've been caught?" Mary Margaret whispered.

The couple listened for a moment, but heard nothing, so Snow nestled her head on Charming's chest and sighed.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"For what?" the prince asked.

"Besides the obvious?" she smirked as she ran her hand down his chest.

"My charm?"

She laughed, and then sobered.

"For always finding me," she looked into his eyes, a tear sliding down her cheek. "I'm afraid of losing you again."

"Oh, Snow!" he pulled her into a hug, "I'm not going anywhere!"

"Yes, you are. Tomorrow you're going with Gold to talk to that Indian he told you about. I want to go with you."

"We talked about this," David whined.

"I know," Snow said, "But I don't want you out of my sight. I need you! I can't do this alone." The unspoken phrase 'like Regina' hung in the air.

"But it could be dangerous!" His voice was rising, attracting Emma's attention on the other side of the door.

"You've seen me fight. And I was already pregnant when we took back the kingdom."

"What?" Charming was dumbfounded.

"I never told you that?" his wife asked sheepishly.

"No!" he replied somewhat angrily, "I never would have let you fight!"

"But I did fight, and Emma is fine, and this baby will be fine, too."

"But I can't risk losing this child, too."

"We have her, though." Snow said, "Emma found us."

"But we missed so much…"

And Emma was crying now, because her dad already viewed the new baby as a replacement for missing her childhood.

Sometime later, Emma rose to her feet and returned to her cabin.

"We have to find Henry." Regina was actually cleaning when Emma entered, and she wasted no time letting Emma know what was on her mind.

"I'm trying!" Emma growled. Obviously Regina had failed to notice her tear swollen eyes.

"But I have to tell him I love him. He has to know I love him. He has to know that this," Regina gestured to her still flat abdomen, "was a mistake."

"You should have thought of that before you climbed on top of the captain," Emma muttered before slapping her hand over her mouth, horrified that she'd let that slip out.

Regina did not let that comment slide. She stepped right up into Emma's face, pleased that the blond didn't back down.

Regina's eyes flashed with anger. Emma realized too late that right now, Regina was either depressed or angry. And in this moment, angry was definitely winning. And that is why Emma was floored by the words that poured out of Regina's mouth.

"I didn't have a choice. I had to be in control. I couldn't let my mother win again. And I already told you, it might," her nostrils flared, "not," her eyes flashed, "be his."