Later that evening Emma had said goodbye to Regina and was lying in bed. The reality of her situation really hit her. She was going to have a baby. She was going to have to look after a baby. She was going to have to provide and love a baby when she had no idea how it came to be.

She knew deep down that the baby was created magically. She just knew. She'd been feeling the baby's magic for the past few weeks and those feelings weren't entirely pleasant some of the time. Sometimes it felt like a rush of magic, like a buzz of energy but sometimes it felt much darker, it felt draining and bad.

Those are the times when she questioned if she was doing the right thing going ahead with the pregnancy. Those thoughts were very few and far between but they did happen and each time they did it left her feeling terrible. When she had told Hook initially she had considered terminating the pregnancy but then Henry had shown up on her door step a few hours later and she had taken one look at him and knew there was no way she could not have this baby.

She must have scared Henry that day. She had been a wreck and crying. She'd lied to him and told him she had stomach flu and begged him to leave stating that she didn't want him to get sick too. Henry had argued and offered to look after her. She told him she needed rest and eventually he had backed down and left with a sad defeated look on his face. She wanted to beg him to come back and tell him she loved him and hug him tight and never let him go but she was in no state to be around Henry that day. She had so much guilt that she had momentary thought about getting rid of his brother or sister that it literally made her unable to function.

It was while in the Underworld that she realised she was pregnant. She did not take a pregnancy test but she knew. The sickness, the sore boobs, the increased need to pee and the crazy hormonal mess she had become all started to make sense. She had tried her best to ignore it but once they had defeated Hades and all made their safe return to Storybrooke, she had taken a pregnancy test that confirmed what she already knew. She kept the secret to herself for a few days but knew she needed to tell Hook.

She had sat him down and he had pulled her into his arms promising her that whatever the problem was they would face it together. Promising he loved her and that their love would concur all. His promise was broken within a few minutes. He had called her a liar and accused her of sleeping around. She begged him to believe her and told him she loved him, that together they could overcome anything. He left and slammed the door behind him. Two days later he had retuned stinking of alcohol and told her that if she wanted to keep him she had to get rid of 'it'. She begged him again but he repeated his ultimatum. When she gave no answer he left and slammed the door again. That was the last time she had seen him.

For the two weeks that followed she had kept herself hidden away, she slept, ate junk and wallowed in self-pity. Sleeping, crying or starring into space throughout the day, from the moment she woke up she wished her day away hoping that soon it would be bed time again.

Today Regina showed up and in less than a day she had made Emma deal with her problems. It was not like she scared her into it either she had helped her deal. She had offered the support and reassurance that Emma had not known she needed so much. Initially Emma had wanted to send the brunette away like she'd done several times over the past two weeks. Not only to Regina but also her mother, father, Henry and even Archie. She was happy that she had let Regina stay because she really needed someone on her side and she was happy that it was Regina.

Now she was alone again and the fear crept back in. Tomorrow she would be seeing the doctor and Regina would be with her. She wasn't going to be alone.

She sent the brunette a quick message before turning out the light

Thank you for today. It means a lot to me. Emma

Regina had spent the evening with Henry, they had eaten together and she sat with him while he completed his homework. They watched television together and when they finally parted she hugged him extra tight before they both headed off to bed. Evenings like this one had sadly become rare. They usually ate together but after that Henry liked to visit his friends or play video games. Regina didn't mind as long as his homework was complete. She was happy to see him act like a normal child and she made sure to cherish the times when she got him to herself for longer.

Throughout her time with Henry that evening she had been thinking of his other mother. She needed to speak to Emma about Henry. She knew Emma was pushing him away because she was scared and she knew it must be breaking Emma's heart being without him just like it had done to hers when she'd been without him it both by force and choice.

Regina lay in bed restless as she replayed the day's events. When she had gone to see Emma she was petrified of what to expect. She never even thought Emma being pregnant a possibility. She had convinced herself that Emma was sick, like really sick, like dying sick. She had been terrified of how she would deal with the news. She had been frightened of hearing the words 'I'm sick' leave the blonde's mouth. How she would be able to deal with breaking the news to Henry of how Henry was going to deal with growing up without his other mother.

But luckily Emma wasn't sick. She was pregnant. All be it pregnant buy some freaky immaculate conception with dark magic and a possible evil baby. But still pregnant definitely topped dying. A baby they could deal with.

The first thing was to ensure that the baby was ok and tomorrow that would be taken care of. Then they needed to find out exactly how the baby came to be. She was not entirely sure how exactly but she was sure with the help of some of her mother's books that maybe they could find something. She really didn't want to involve anyone else unless it became essential.

She was disturbed from her thoughts by a message from Emma.

Thank you for today. It means a lot to me. Emma x

There's no need to thank me. Really. Thank you for trusting me, that means a lot to me. Regina x

I'm scared

As Regina read the words she envisioned Emma sat alone scared and sad. She could see the sad eyes of the frail woman who seemed like an imposter in the saviour's body.

It will be ok. You won't be alone. Regina x

Regina got no reply from her last message, she waiting for ten minutes before picking up her phone and calling the blonde woman.

Emma was sat in bed engulfed in darkness as she thought of all the possible bad things that could happen the next day. She was terrified that something would be wrong with the baby. She had not looked after herself throughout her pregnancy and even when she knew she was pregnant she had not made the changes she knew she should do for the baby's benefit. She'd been knocked around. She had fought and been hurt numerous times. She had not slept, she had not eaten right. She had done nothing right at all.

Luckily her thoughts were distracted by the ringing of her phone. She grumbled expecting it to be her mother. When she saw Regina's name across the screen a small smile graced her lips as she pressed the green accept button.

"Hi" She answered timidly.

"Hi" Regina replied softly, she waited a few seconds before adding "I'm sorry for ringing so late"

"It's fine. I'm sorry about the message" Emma said her voice small and childlike.

"You don't need to keep apologising. I'm glad you messaged me." Regina said honestly, the softness in her voice welcoming to the blonde on the other end of the phone.

"Really?" Emma asked not believing the brunette.

"Yes. I was worried about you" The sincerity in her voice was warming to Emma.

"I'm ok" Emma tried to sound convincing but failed miserably.

"No you're not… but that's ok. It's ok to be scared"

Emma didn't respond. Regina gave her a few seconds before continuing "If you're ever feeling like that no matter what time of day it is you can call me. You don't need to be alone in this."

"I can't put all this crap on you. It's not fair."

"You aren't putting anything on me. I'm worried about you and the scenarios I build up in my head are far worse than they are in reality. So please feel free to call me or message me anytime because the chances are if I've not spoken to you then I'm worrying about you"

"Why do you care so much?" Emma asked timidly.

"Because I care about you… we're family aren't we?" Regina's voice sounded hopeful.

"I guess… How's Henry?" Emma asked trying to lighten the conversation.

"He's ok. He misses you."

"I miss him too. I just don't want him to see me when I'm such a mess"

"You're not a mess, you're dealing with some crazy things and that takes its toll on a person"

Emma stayed silent again.

"If you're up to it maybe you could come round for dinner tomorrow night?" Regina asked tentatively not wanting to push the blonde too far, but she wasn't able to hide her hopefulness.

"You're already taking me to my doctor's appointment tomorrow. Won't you be sick of me by dinner time?"

"Maybe, but if I am I can just kick you out" Regina answered dryly. "That was a joke." She added soon after.

"I hoped so…"

"So dinner?"

"Can I let you know tomorrow?... when the appointments over. I Just…"

"That's fine" Regina cut her off knowing full well Emma didn't want to commit without knowing the outcome of her doctors appointment.

"Regina?"

"Yes dear?"

"I know I'm not meant to keep saying it, but thank you"

"Your welcome" Regina replied sincerely.

The women talked for over an hour conversation became light and mainly focused around Henry, his school work and his girlfriend Violet.

Emma's yawn made Regina check the time, seeing it was after eleven she knew she should say goodnight to Emma.

"You should try getting some sleep"

"I know. Thanks you for talking to me"

"Anytime"

"Goodnight Regina"

"Goodnight Emma" Regina replied before lying down and wrapping her duvet around her. Sleep wasn't going to come easy for her that evening but she knew however bad the night would be for her it would be far worse for Emma.