Her heart was thumping hard against her chest as Emma took her time kissing every inch of her body.

She'd noticed the way Emma looked at her, lust filled eyes roaming her body, before lips followed.

"You've changed," Emma murmured and then pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Regina's breasts, one after another. "You're more sensitive."

Regina hummed. "I've noticed."

She had. She didn't know what was going on with her, but she had gotten more sensitive to touch—even her own.

"Maybe I really did get you pregnant that first time," Emma chuckled before she leaned down for a long, deep kiss.

It was slow and lasted forever, but neither of them minded. Regina hummed against Emma's lips, and then slowly pulled back.

Emma lazily presses a trail of kisses down, gently nibbling at her skin. Regina moaned as Emma found the sensitive skin near her collarbone.

"If only it was possible."

Emma hummed against her, her hips pressed forward and Regina loved the feeling of the thick, throbbing cock against her stomach.

Emma palmed one of her breasts. "Why am I dreaming this? Why do I want you pregnant so badly?" She pressed a kiss to the top of Regina's breast. "It feels heavier—bigger."

"You have a vivid imagination."

Regina blinked at the tears, wanting to stay in the moment as the dream seemed to overlap with reality more than the first time.

Or maybe the first time she didn't think it was real, and now she did. Maybe she knew better now.

"How long has it been? Eight weeks?" Emma moved to the other breast and Regina arched her back when she sucked on her nipple.

She hummed. "Something like that."

She wanted Emma to stop talking. She wanted her to stop teasing and start kissing her again.

Emma seemed to follow her train of thought, and smiled before she leaned up and kissed her again, shifting her weight around and settling herself between Regina's thighs.

"I love how you feel," Emma murmured before she grinned down at Regina. "Last time I set the pace—why don't you take over this time?"

She surprised Regina, holding her against her body as she flipped them over so that Regina was on top.

She sat up and rubbed herself against Emma's throbbing dick. "That's actually a great idea." She grinned down at the blonde, and teased her a little.

Emma moaned. "You're so wet."

"I know," Regina replied. "All for you, darling."

She rolled her hips again and watched as Emma's eyes rolled back in her head, a moan slipping from her lips and her hands gripping Regina's waist tightly enough to leave marks.

"That's good to know." Emma murmured huskily and Regina hummed in agreement. She moved again and reveled at the feeling of Emma against her. "Regina?"

"Yes, dear?"

Emma narrowed her eyes. "Stop teasing me."

Regina raised an eyebrow and smirked down at Emma. "Didn't you just say I should set the pace? This is me, setting the pace."

She kept rolling her hips, and Emma grunted as she jerked her hips up. "You don't even know what you do to me, woman."

Regina looked down again, a soft smile on her face as she took pity. "I think I do—you do the same to me."

She lifted herself, and took Emma's cock in her hand. She positioned them, and without further teasing, sank down and took Emma all the way.

Emma grunted and her hips jerked, before she grabbed onto Regina's waist again and helped her as she started moving.

Neither of them talked as they moved in tandem, their bodies in sync as much as possible. Regina could feel the orgasm build up low in her belly and she swallowed thickly as she moved a little faster.

Emma took advantage of the position and moved her hand, using two fingers to circle Regina's clit.

It didn't take her long to reach the peak. "Emma!"

Her cunt fluttered around Emma's dick and her hips jerked. Wave after wave washed over her and she moaned when finally, her muscles relaxed.

She only noticed that Emma had stopped moving, her dick throbbing within her, after she'd come down from her high.

"Fuck, you're so sensitive this time." Emma pulled Regina down for a kiss and Regina hummed against her lips.

She took a shaky breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she settled on top of Emma. She was only a little disappointed when her dick slipped out, causing her to shudder.

She was more than sensitive.

"How are you noticing all these things, when we haven't even had sex outside of these dreams?"

Emma shifted, and Regina tilted her head to look at the blonde. "I notice a lot."

Regina sighed. "Of course you do."

She woke with a start, her stomach heaving and her mouth watering as bile rose in her throat.

She rushed to the bathroom, and emptied her stomach over the toilet as she moaned, her entire body hurting from the force of the dry heaves.

Her phone rang in her bedroom and she knew it was Emma. Emma, who'd had the same dream and would have called to check if Regina did too.

Even though she'd lied about it last time.

Eight weeks ago.

Regina cleared her throat and swallowed thickly, her head throbbing as the thoughts assaulted her.

Why did it hurt so much? Why did a dream get to her in the way it did? When was she going to be able to let go that she couldn't get pregnant?

She brushed her teeth and took a quick shower to wash away the stickiness between her thighs.

Luckily for her, it was a Saturday and she didn't have any plans. She dressed in leggings and a loose shirt before she grabbed her phone and made her way to the kitchen.

It was still too early for Henry to be up, and Regina knew this was the moment to talk to Emma about the dreams.

Maybe it was time to start some research.

She'd just put a piece of bread in the toaster when her phone rang again, somehow conveying the eagerness behind it.

She answered the phone, and put it on speaker. "Emma, what can I do for you, on the lovely early morning?"

"Tell me you had the same dream? There is no way—no way—that I was alone in that."

Regina almost laughed, but managed to control herself as she looked at the picture on her phone. "I don't know what you're talking about, darling."

"The dream! It's too real, Regina. I was all sticky when I woke up!" Emma blurted out and Regina chuckled at that. "It's not funny. Maybe I just—fuck, I don't even understand."

Regina sobered at the confusion in Emma's voice. She blinked and took a deep breath.

"Alright, why don't you come over today and we can talk about what's going on? You're saying you had another one of those—explicit dreams?"

"Regina," Emma whined and muttered something under her breath. "Are you admitting you've had the same dream?"

For a moment she considered doing just that. And then she thought the better of it—it would only urge Emma along and she knew that Emma would not let go of the possibility of a pregnancy.

She couldn't handle that in the dream, it would only be worse when she carried it over to real life.

No matter how real the dreams were.

"No. What I'm saying is—if you really think that the dreams are more reality than imagination, I can do some research."

Emma mumbled again before she sighed. "I can't believe you don't have the same dreams."

Regina hummed with a smile on her face. "Me either, darling. They sound intense." The toaster pushed up her bread and she turned to put it on a plate. "Will you drop Henry off at the shelter today?"

After their talk at the beach, Henry had taken to going to the shelter to volunteer every Saturday morning. She felt her heart swell with pride and she swallowed thickly again when her throat tightened.

"Oh—damn right I am. I'm enjoying these mornings with you," Emma replied quickly and then chuckled. "I feel like a horny teenager today though."

"I'm sure you do, after that dream," Regina said without missing a beat. "I'm very close to an enchantment that will help my body transition more easily when I go over the town line. Maybe next week we can all go to that beach Henry was talking about a couple of weeks ago."

"Oh, that's awesome," Henry said from behind her and Regina turned to face him, a smile on her face. "More magic!" He added sarcastically.

"Henry—" Emma started.

"Alright, sweetheart, I get it. You don't like it when I use magic, but you want to go to Boston for the beach," Regina talked over Emma and she narrowed her eyes. "Are you saying you don't want me to come along?"

Henry recoiled and shook his head, his eyes wide. "No, of course I want you to come along. I just don't see why you have to use magic to come along."

Regina clenched her jaw. "Emma."

"Yes?" Emma sounded apprehensive and Regina couldn't blame her.

"Next week, we'll go to the beach regardless of the enchantment I'm working on." She kept her eyes narrowed and on Henry. "I'm sure it'll be fine."

"Regina—"

"Will you come pick up our son so that he can spend his day at the shelter, please?" She didn't wait for Emma to respond, but ended the call. "Get ready to leave, Henry. I'll make you breakfast."

"Mom—"

Regina took a deep breath through her nose.

"Go, Henry."

She blinked against the tears that burned in her eyes and frowned, but kept herself together long enough. When she heard him stomp up the stairs, she wiped at the tears that suddenly spilled over.

She grunted in frustration and quickly set to making Henry his breakfast, her frustration making her movements stilted.

Emma appeared behind her after just a moment, and if she'd been paying attention she'd have been proud of Emma using her magic.

"Regina," Emma murmured as she stepped closer and wrapped her arms around Regina.

"It's fine," Regina replied, her voice shaky. "He doesn't see it, it's fine."

"He doesn't, but I get why you're frustrated." Emma turned Regina around and she tilted her head. "You don't have to hurt yourself to prove him that it's necessary."

Regina shook her head and leaned back against the counter. Emma didn't let go of her, but stepped even closer. She wrapped her arms around the blonde's waist and sighed.

She wet her lips and then bit her lower lip. "I just want him to be happy, Emma. I don't want him to get angry because I used magic, I don't want him to pull away again." She closed her eyes and shuddered at the thought. "I honestly don't think I can handle that again."

She melted when Emma pulled her closer and wrapped her arms around her, and her throat tightened. She clenched her jaw against more tears, wondering when she'd turned weak, crying about everything.

"You're alright, he's not going to pull away. He loves you, Regina. He doesn't want to lose you." She pressed a kiss against Regina's temple. "We are not going to go out of town again before you have something that will make it easier."

Regina nodded her head and sighed as she leaned against Emma. She took a moment to simply enjoy the way Emma felt against her and then she leaned back.

"I need to finish his breakfast," she said softly. The eggs she'd been ready to scramble we're still waiting for her and time was running out.

She sighed and turned in Emma's arms, and couldn't help but feel disappointed when Emma let her go.

The moment the smell of eggs rose up from the pan, her stomach clenched and she stepped back, a hand pressed against it.

"What's wrong?"

She shook her head and swallowed. The bile rose in her throat anyway. "Take over, please."

Not waiting for a reply, she hurried to the bathroom and dry heaved over the toilet. She hadn't even touched her toast, so there was nothing left in her stomach.

She rinsed out her mouth and splashed some cold water on her face before she looked up in the mirror. Her head was pounding.

When she returned, Henry sat at the breakfast bar, eating his eggs and drinking a cup of milk. Regina shakily leaned against the counter, rubbing two fingers against her forehead.

"What's going on?" Emma asked softly, and Regina shrugged. "If I didn't know any better, I'd really say you're pregnant."

"I can't get pregnant, dear," she snapped before she took a deep breath. Her stomach was still unsettled. "You've said this before—your dream isn't that real."

"Maybe you should get checked out, then." Emma glanced at Henry, who shoveled his food into his mouth as if he hadn't eaten in years. "I'm worried, you've been throwing up lately and you're tired."

"That doesn't automatically mean I'm pregnant." But her brain couldn't let go of the idea Emma had planted.

Even though it hurt, there were thoughts of this being a pregnancy instead of a simple stomach bug or even a complicated disease.

She couldn't let go of the idea even though she knew it wasn't possible. The potion she'd taken made sure that she couldn't ever conceive.

She really needed to do some research on the dreamworld.

"Of course not," Emma murmured, her cheeks pink. "That would mean you'd have cheated on me—and I honestly don't believe that for a second."

Regina pursed her lips and gestured toward Henry. "It's time to bring him to the shelter, dear."

Henry stood and made his way over to her, wrapping her in a tight hug. "I'm sorry Mom."

"It's alright, sweetheart." She pressed him close for a moment before she pushed him toward Emma. She needed a moment, her emotions still getting the best of her. "Have fun today."

When they were gone—having taken the Benz because Emma hadn't thought about it when she'd magicked over—Regina made her way to her study.

Ever since the curse had been broken, she had kept her most important magic books at home—especially because she couldn't just magic them into her hand from the vault. She didn't trust people not to find a way to get into it.

She pulled out a couple of relevant ones—ones that focused on dreams and different realms—and sat down on the couch, her legs pulled under her.

Her head was pounding, but she didn't want to push back the research anymore. She needed to know what these dreams were, and how she shared them with Emma.

She leaned her head back, her eyes closed as she rubbed her hand over her forehead. She felt like she was losing her mind—it had been the third time that Emma or her mother had brought up pregnancy.

What if those dreams weren't really dreams?

She knew there was no way she could get pregnant and it hurt whenever it was brought up, but she couldn't blame Emma. She couldn't blame Emma for thinking the dreams were more real than they should be.

The dreams did feel more than that. They felt real in a way that even Regina had never heard of. But then again, she'd been taught by Rumpelstiltskin, and he only taught what he thought was important.

She sighed and lifted her head, her eyes burning. She reached for the first book as the door to the mansion opened and closed. Not long after, she could hear someone walking toward the study.

"Regina," Emma's voice reached her just as Emma appeared into the doorway. "What are you doing?"

Regina shrugged and lifted the book she was holding. "The dreams—they aren't normal dreams and I would like to know what they are."

"Do you think they could be like—dangerous?"

Emma shrugged out of her jacket and then sat down beside Regina, turned toward her.

"No," Regina shook her head. "I don't think they are harmful. I'm just wondering what they are."

Emma hummed and then leaned forward and grabbed one of the books of the little pile Regina had created.

"So what am I looking for? Just—dreams and everything to do with that?" She asked before she leaned back and opened the book.

"Yes. Dreams and dream realms, spells involving dreams," Regina replied distractedly as she opened her own book and started skimming through it.

Emma looked up, a frown on her face. "Wait, spells?"

"Yes, dear. Spells. We are in a town that has acquired quite the group of witches as of late."

Emma huffed before she turned the page, and then another. "Do you think any of them would want to give me sex dreams about you?"

Regina chuckled. "No, darling. I don't believe any of them has any idea how to make that happen. I'd just like to cover all bases. If there is a spell, we'll know."

"And what then? Find a way to protect me against it?"

"Yes, preferably." Regina looked up from the passage she was reading with a sigh. "Now, please concentrate, and show me when you find anything that seems interesting."

They spent a while like that—reading and sharing anything interesting, until Regina stumbled along a passage about dream realms.

She gasped as she felt the blood drain from her face.

"Regina?"

"I found it—at least I think so." Regina cleared her throat as she read through it again, her heart beating painfully in her chest. "There are dream realms where the impossible is possible. It looks like yours—yours is one of them."

"Okay. Is that why I dream of getting you pregnant? Does this simply mean that it isn't me, in that dream?"

"No." Regina sighed as her stomach clenched. She knew exactly what it meant, but she wasn't willing to admit it to Emma yet—not until she could confirm it. "What it means is that you've been dreaming you have the means to get me pregnant."

"Yes," Emma narrowed her eyes. "With a spell that's possible, right?"

Regina hummed. "Yes, but you wouldn't be able to impregnate anyone with what's basically just a toy."

Emma puffed out a breath. "Magic can be so confusing."

"What don't you get, darling?" Regina asked softly. She turned her body toward Emma.

"Oh, I get it—I think. What you're saying is that I'm dreaming up the impossible in a realm where it is possible."

Regina took a deep breath and then hummed.

"That's one way to explain it."

"So what next?" Emma asked.

"Next? We let it go, Emma. There's nothing we can do to stop you from going there in your dreams unless you want me to find a way to make something. I just—there's no harm in it, right?"

She swallowed.

"You're right." Emma smiled, and scooted a little closer. Regina leaned into Emma, closing her eyes as arms wrapped around her.

"You're comfortable," she murmured as she settled into the embrace. Emma chuckled and Regina could feel herself getting heavy as she relaxed. "I'm exhausted."

"What time were you up?"

"I don't even—I was up early." Like every morning for at least the past week. "I'll be fine, I just need to rest my eyes for a moment."

"Why don't you take a nap, I'll make sure I'll get Henry, and keep him busy for a while so that you can sleep?"

"I don't want you to move," Regina murmured and she sighed. "But if you have to—"

She could hardly focus on anything that happened around her. Emma's voice trembled in her chest. "It's okay. I'll be here."

—SQ—

The box said the best time was in the mornings—and even better would be the first time you went to the bathroom.

So while she'd wanted to do it on Sunday, she had to wait. Emma had dropped by unannounced before she could even wake up properly, and Henry had asked for a quiet day in.

They had watched movies all day, even though her mind hadn't been present. All she could think about was that test that lay upstairs in her bathroom.

Regina had never done a pregnancy test before. She'd never needed it before.

Pregnancies in the old world were different—there were ways to find out early, but usually the only way to find out was to know your cycle and count.

Before the potion, she'd had a couple of scares. She'd been with the king for most of them.

After, though, even her menses had stopped and she knew there was nothing she could do to bring that or her fertility back. She'd hurt herself more than she'd ever been able to hurt her mother.

She stared down at the little stick that she'd placed on the sink. Her heart was pounding hard in her chest as nausea churned in her stomach.

Time was almost up—she'd know for sure that she wasn't pregnant. Because it wasn't even possible.

But then again, she'd shared the dreams with Emma. She'd felt the change in her body, already. She'd noticed the tiredness and the queasiness.

The timer on her phone beeped and she closed her eyes, her shoulders tense. She wanted to forget about the whole thing and laugh it off.

Emma would never have to know that it had been a shared dream if she wasn't pregnant.

But she already knew, even without looking at the stick, that she was.

She opened her eyes and stood to her feet, ignoring the way her stomach clenched. She glanced at the stick and pursed her lips.

Tears streamed down her face as she stared at the plus sign. She didn't bother asking herself how it was possible—there was no explanation beside it having happened in the dream realm.

She was pregnant.