(Hello, guys! Sorry about the length of this chapter, but it just has to be a cliffie! Please leave reviews for a quicker upload for the next chapter! I have some major writing issues. I just wanna read. xx ~nicky)

Chapter 3: Baby, Don't You Cry

Regina's POV

Emma has been here for two weeks now, and every day her stomach gets a little bit bigger. I'm probably over exaggerating, I should hate that baby. It's half Hook's anyway. But as Emma's stomach grows, my love for her AND the baby grow too. Emma peeks her nose out of the book she was reading. The DaVinci Code.
"Do you wanna get Chinese take-out tonight? I'm starting to have those strange pregnancy cravings," Emma says slowly. I laugh and say,
"Yeah sure. Whatever you want, Princess Emma."
"It's ironic how true that is..." I take Emma's hand in mine and say,
"What are you going to do with the baby?" Emma takes in a breath through her teeth and sighs.
"I'm not sure yet. I want to keep it, but then my parents will find out and, I just don't know yet."
"Well, I think you should keep it," I whisper, barely even making a noise. Regina puts the book down and looks at me nodding.
"Me too." I take the pillow she is holding and pull her onto my lap, kissing her gently. "Do you think my mom will get mad when she figures out about...what this is? And I'm not talking about the baby," She says against my lips, tickling them.
"Yes," I say. Emma closes her eyes and puts her head on my shoulder.
"How would I ever do it without you?" Emma asks me.
"You would do it without me. I know you would." I say. Emma looks up and says,
"Can we make a pie?" I let out a laugh and follow her into the kitchen, opening my mother's old cookbook. Surprisingly, it isn't just spells to make things for you. It's real cooking. I read the directions out loud to Emma,
"Ingredients:
2 Rolls of Pillsbury Pie Crust
5 Red Apples
⅓ cup butter/margarine
⅛ cup sugar
Procedure:
Heat oven to 450 degrees fahrenheit
Peel Apple skins off and cut down to slivers
Put apples aside and mix butter/margarine with sugar.
Mix the apples in with the butter and sugar
Place pie crust in a tin foil covered pie pan
Put apple mix in pie crust
Cover top of pie with 2nd roll of Pillsbury Pie Crust
Knead sides together
Bake for 35 minutes or until golden-brown.
Wow... that's a stupid recipe. Can I use just a little bit of magic?"
"No. We're baking!" Emma says giddily. I roll my eyes but oblige and watch as Emma shuffles through my pantry, finding the ingredients. I take a large bowl out of one of the cabinets and take the ingredients from Emma.
"Baby dontcha cry, gonna bake a pie. Gonna bake a pie with a heart in the middle," Emma sings softly, "Baby don't be blue. Gonna make for you, gonna make a pie with a heart in the middle," Emma continues on as we put the ingredients together, "Gonna be a pie from heaven above, gonna be filled with strawberry love. Baby dontcha cry, gonna bake a pie. And hold you in the middle of my heart forever." By the time Emma finishes singing, the pie is in the oven and we're staring into each others' eyes.
"What?" She says.
"You know what."
"Do I?" Emma charges forward and pushes me onto the leather couch in the living room, leaving love bites on my neck. I can't even think the word anymore. Love. Love. It just didn't sound right before, but now it does. As Emma kisses my neck I muster all the courage humanly possible and say,
"I think I love you." Emma stops kissing me and looks at me teary eyed.
"We shouldn't do this..." She says. And just like that she prances up the stairs and is gone.