A/N- Ok, so a few things.
1- You people are going to break me with your reviews, seriously, they're so kind!
2- I've come to the realization that I have 4 multi chapter fictions that are supposed to be updated on Fridays and I've run out of pre-written material for ALL of them this week... yikes.
3- I broke this chapter into two parts because it was freaky long so don't worry, the resolution will be coming to the sickness chapter soon.
4- This chapter was inspired by a suggestion left in a review by
Number1supporter, so keep those coming!


"Henry dear, stop scratching your arm, you're going to get a rash." Regina scolded without even looking away from the budget report she was examining.

"But its itchy." He whined sounding far younger than his actual twelve years.

Mary Margaret's ears seemed to be perfectly attuned to the noise because at that moment, her head poked through the entryway to the living room, "Do you already have a rash, honey?"

It took all of Regina's willpower not to roll her eyes at the overly tentative woman. It had been two weeks since Emma had finally moved into the mansion, the ease with which the blonde fit into the Mills family was both disconcerting and wonderful. Regina never realized how much she loved waking up next to Emma every morning until it became a routine.

The only downside was that Mary- Margaret had somehow found reason to visit nearly every other day. The current excuse was that she and Emma had to uphold their Sunday baking tradition. As such, she showed up at 9 AM and had kidnapped Emma to the kitchen where Regina was sure they were making more of a mess than making baked goods.

"My son does not have a rash." The older woman said, dropping the budget report on the coffee table and crouching in front of Henry.

Mary Margaret was right behind her and Regina had to consciously suppress the urge to elbow the woman.

"He could have poison ivy." Mary- Margaret said accusingly, "You let him run around the woods all the time, goodness only know what he's come in contact with."

"We both know it's your daughter who lets him run around out there all the time. Besides he doesn't have poison ivy."

"Maybe he was bitten by something."

"Like what, a rabid raccoon? My son has enough common sense to avoid such an encounter. And don't you forget that I created those woods, do you really think I would allow for something rabid to exist out there?"

Throughout the exchange, Henry remained silent and stock still, his eyes bounced between the two women before him as though he were watching a tennis match.

"I never said a raccoon!"

"Oh no, maybe it was one of your bird friends."

"That's rich Regina-"

"Enough!" Emma interrupted coming from the kitchen. She stood in the entryway with her hands on her hips and a slight frown on her face. It all contrasted quite well with the apron tied around her waist and streak of flour on her neck, "Henry, let me see your arm."

The boy gladly hopped off the couch and stood before his mother with the limb held out. Emma inspected it and her expression turned truly sour.

"You've got spots."

"Like a dalmatian?" He asked stealing back his arm back to look at his new found coloration.

"No kid, like a chicken."

"Chickens don't have spots."

Emma smiled at the boy's confusion, "No bud, but they do have pox."

"He's got chicken pox?" Mary- Margaret was quick to ask.

"I'm pretty sure. There was a nasty outbreak at one of the group homes I was at, this looks like chicken pox."

Mary- Margaret and Regina's immediate responses overlapped each other, "We should get him in an oatmeal bath for the itching."

"We? He's my son. I'll get him some antihistamines."

"Of course your first instinct is to get him full of drugs."

"Because you know so much about treating chicken pox from your vast experience as an elementary school teacher."

Mary Margaret glared at the insult, but didn't cave, "I'll call Doc."

"As if I'll let that oaf near Henry. He got his medical license from a pickaxe for goodness sakes."

Regina was halfway out of the room, heading towards the hall closet where she kept all of the over the counter meds, Mary- Margaret had her cell phone out to call the dwarf. Emma shot a pleading look at her mother before trailing Regina out into the hallway. She caught up to the brunette as she was pulling the closet door open, "Gina, honey. Talk to me for a second?"

"Your mother is going to drive me insane."

Emma laughed and wrapped her girlfriend in a loose hug, "Deep breath, I promise everything will be fine. It's just chicken pox."

"I know Henry will be fine. It's Mary- Margaret I'm not too sure about."

"I'll handle my mother, you take care of our boy."

"If you can get her to leave I'll show you how appreciative I am tonight." Regina promised with a bright light in her eyes.

"Really now?" Emma was coming to love the teasing side of the brunette that only seemed to come out when aggravated.

"Really." The mayor confirmed before leaning in tightly to Emma's body and licking up the column of her neck to clean the powdery mess baking had left.

"Now I know why they called you the Evil Queen. You're such a tease."

"I'm only a tease if I don't make good on my promise." The brunette smirked, "Now go get that woman out of our house."

"Our house?"

"Soon to be my house once again if your mother doesn't vacate the premises."

Reluctantly, Emma released the brunette who retrieved the meds she was looking for.

"You had better make good on that promise, Gina!"

"I intend to."


The week that followed was rough on Emma, Regina, and Henry. Regina in particular. She was always took off of work to look after Henry when he was sick, and the week of the Chicken Pox Epidemic- as Emma had taken to calling it- was no exception.

Each day Regina balanced calling into council meetings, preparing oatmeal baths, signing off on zoning requests, making soup, redistributing the budget, and managing dosages of medicines until finally the spotty rash cleared up.

Mary- Margaret proved to be a nuissance easily dealt with as Emma did a good job of keeping her at bay.

By the next weekend, Henry's spots crusted over, and Doctor Whale cleared him to go back to school. Regina and Emma celebrated because it gave them a chance to finally relax, they had gotten into a horrible schedule while caring for Henry, and their bodies were paying the price. The longest continuous amount of sleep either of them had gotten was four hours.

When they fell into bed together Sunday evening, the top priority on both women's minds was making up for the distance.

They began innocently cuddling, Emma wrapping her body tightly around Regina's from behind while they caught up on their days, but the gentle spooning didn't last long. Ever the instigator, Emma began running her fingers over the exposed skin between Regina's tank top and pajama pants as she lowered her lips to the brunette's shoulder. Regina smiled in appreciation, "I missed you."

"I missed you too."

The brunette rolled over and smirked wolfishly as she slung a leg over her girlfriend, captured Emma's wrists, and held them above her head, "How much have you missed me?"

Emma swallowed thickly, "A lot."

"Really?" Regina teased as she began kissing up the blonde's neck to her ear where she gently bit down on the lobe, making Emma moan loudly, "Are you going to show me how much?"

"Yes."

"Good." Regina peppered kisses all over her lover's face, gracing her cheeks, her eyelids, her forehead, but never her lips, before she pulled back with a concerned expression, "You're hot."

"You're not too bad yourself." Emma smiled, pushing up to try to capture Regina's lips.

"Not like that." The brunette evaded her girlfriend's advance and released Emma's wrists to instead hold the sheriff's face between her hands and press her lips against Emma's forehead. When she pulled back, she had a deep frown on her face, "You have a fever."

"How do you do that?" Regina ignored her girlfriend, she was already up off the bed and padding to the attached bathroom where she knew she had left the thermometer earlier that day, "Why do all mother's have all the ability to tell temperature just by putting their lips on someone's forehead?"

The brunette rolled her eyes as she emerged with the device, "It's on the test they give you before they issue you the official Mom card. Now open."

Emma begrudgingly complied and accepted the thermometer into her mouth, "I don't have chicken pox." She insisted around the device.

"Don't talk, it'll mess up the reading."

"But I don't have chicken pox."

Regina glared at her girlfriend, until she was quiet for long enough and the thermometer beeped.

"You have a fever of 100."

"I had chicken pox when I was a kid, I don't have it."

"Fine, dear, you don't have chicken pox." She pushed a bit of blonde hair back behind Emma's ear, "But you do have something."

"No. I can have something tomorrow, I feel like this is the first time I've seen you all week." Emma reached out to dry and draw the mayor back into her.

Regina was incredibly tempted to play into her childish girlfriend's hands, but the pained expression that the blonde tried to hide made the decision for her, "No, Emma Swan. You are sick. Which means bedrest, the fever isn't bad enough to go to the hospital, we'll see how you feel in the morning. If you still have a fever, you're not going to work."

"Yes doctor Mills." Emma smirked.

"You're an idiot."

"But I'm your idiot."

"For now." Regina smiled, laying the thermometer down on her nightstand and sliding beneath the covers again, curling into Emma's side once again, "You better not get me sick, Swan."

Regina was awakened under an hour later when she felt Emma jump up and sprint to the bathroom, moments later she heard the unmistakable sound of sickness and she was out of bed in a second. She found Emma kneeling in front of the toilet with a weak grin on her face, "So I guess I'm not going to work tomorrow."

Regina couldn't help but laugh as she filled a cup with water and handed it to her girlfriend to rinse her mouth with, "No, you're not."

Another part of the test one has to pass before getting their mother card had to be knowing when your child is sick. Mary- Margaret called the mayoral mansion at exactly eight on Monday morning, Henry was eating breakfast, happy about going back to school, Regina was gathering everything she needed to drop off at the office, and Emma was upstairs lying in bed trying not to puke again.

Regina groaned at the caller ID, but picked up anyway knowing it would be worse if she ignored the call, "Hello?"

"Regina, can I speak to Emma?"

"Good morning to you too, Ms. Blanchard. I had a lovely morning thanks for asking." Regina teased, making fun of the other woman's lack of decorum.

"Good morning, Regina. May I speak to Emma now?"

"Unfortunately Ms. Swan is not available at the moment, is there something I can do for you, bird talker?"

Mary- Margaret ignored what had seemed to become one of Regina's favorite names for her, "Where is Emma?"

"Upstairs. Why do you need to speak with her?" Regina could swear that Mary- Margaret knew something was up.

"She's my daughter, I can talk to her if I want."

"Indeed you can. She's in the shower right now, I'll have her call you when she get's out. Have a good day with the lollipop guild."

With that, Regina hung up and rubbed her temple. It was sure to be a long day.

"Henry, get your shoes on, I'll be back to take you to school in a few moments."

The boy did as instructed while Regina made her way upstairs to check on Emma. The blonde was lying on her back with a pillow over her face, "Emma, dear, how are you holding up?"

"Just great." Was the muffled reply she received, "I'm at a record twenty minutes without throwing up."

Regina gently sat on the edge of the bed and patted her girlfriend's head, "I'm proud of you, honey."

Emma edged the pillow down just enough to crack a glaring eye at the brunette, "It's not nice to use sarcasm against the sick."

"You're right that was mean." Regina agreed, feeling Emma's check with the back of her hand to asses the fever. Thankfully the blonde didn't feel any hotter than she had when she woke up, "I'm just going to drop Henry off at school, return some files to the office and grab whatever they've got for me today, and then I'll stop by the store to get some more of that yellow gatorade you like."

"You're leaving me when I'm pathetic and sickly?"

"You're pathetic most of the time, and I think you can survive the sickly."

Emma feigned offense as she clutched her heart, "That hurt."

"I'm sorry. There's water on the nightstand, and a bucket next to the bed if you can't make it to the bathroom." The brunette pressed a light kiss to the sheriff's forehead and stood to leave, "I'll be back in under an hour, I promise. Oh, and your mother called, I said you were in the shower, you should call her back in like twenty minutes."

"Fine."

"Don't die while I'm gone."

"No promises."


A/N- Part two coming soon! What did ya think?