AN: Happy Turkey Day! I hope you enjoy. I know it's been a long time, but I'm hoping that from here on out I will get to be pretty frequent with my updates.

Oh, and ironically, this nightmare idea I'd had written before the Aurora Henry stuff… so it really has nothing to do with that. It's not the same nightmare or anything, just a nightmare. That is all.

Enjoy!

Three weeks into Emma's incarceration, Regina found herself interrupted from her paperwork by a certain blonde that had taken over her couch. She was whimpering in her sleep, and jerking around. Cautiously, Regina got up and walked to her, "Miss Swan?"

Nothing. Nada. Just more whimpers. She moved her hand on instinct to the blonde's face, "Shhh, it's okay. I'm here."

Emma reached up in her sleep and grabbed Regina's hand for dear life. She seemed to calm a bit, but she was still scared; that much was obvious. So, Regina, not able to take her hand away and now completely uncomfortable thanks to the young inmate that was grasping her hand and wrist for dear life against her sternum, she dared to go where she vowed not to. Ever since that day three weeks ago, Regina had gone out of her way to keep her distance from the blonde inmate. She scared her too much. But there was something about her and she couldn't help herself. She crawled behind her, becoming the big spoon and held her close.

"Shh…" She whispered again, "I've got you. I'm not going anywhere." She peered over Emma to see that the blonde was now physically relaxing, although she wasn't going to give Regina's arm up for anything.

Eventually, her grip loosened and Regina's hand automatically went to her swollen belly. She ran her hand up and down soothingly and made the blonde relax further. After knowing that Emma was devoid of nightmares, she quickly got up and moved back to her desk.

A while later Emma woke up with a start. She didn't let the next nightmare begin; she just forced herself awake.

"Goodness…" Regina was already half way over to her when she sat up, "Are you alright?"

Emma nodded, but unconsciously reached out for the brunette, who was immediately sitting next to her. Emma didn't realize just how vulnerable she was feeling until she found herself curled to Regina's side, holding one of the brunette's hands against her stomach and feeling the other trail through her hair.

"Emma…"

"No." She shook her head, "No talking. Not yet."

Regina looked down at her with worried brown eyes. Emma looked up and only cuddled closer. "Alright." Regina began running her fingers through her hair once more.

After a few more minutes, Emma sighed, "I can't remember what they are…" She said.

"Oh?" Regina knit a worried brow.

"I've had nightmares all my life. I've had one a year the night I was born actually… And I've been getting them a lot since I got knocked up, but I can't ever remember what they are… But I remembered parts of this one."

"You did?"

Emma nodded, "Mm hmm, flashes. But they don't make sense."

"How so?"

"Well, I saw Ruby and Graham and Mary Margaret and David. But they were all dressed like for a play or a movie or something. It was weird. I saw you too…" She looked up to the brunette.

"Really?"

"Yeah…" Emma reached up, squaring herself to the matron and took the brunette's face daringly in both hands, "But your eyes…" She shook her head and shivered, "They weren't your eyes. They were evil."

"My eyes aren't evil?" Regina started, "I need to work on that if I want to keep my job and intimidate the inmates..."

Emma tilted her head when Regina tried to joke, "I'm serious."

"As am I, dear." Her tone was soft.

"No you're not." Emma smiled, "You're a good person."

"I am many things." Regina pulled from Emma and moved to stand, "Good is not one of them."

"You are many things and good is the best of them." Emma stood up and followed the brunette to her desk, "I can see the real you Regina. You can act like a bitch of a hardass all you want, but I know that you're good. I know that you would give me the shirt off your back if I needed it."

"You are the only person I am pleasant to." Regina admitted.

Emma smiled, "That's all it takes. One person to change your world. If you let them change it at least."

"Why are you so adamant about my being good?"

"Because the look that you had in my dream was completely and utterly evil. It was the scariest thing I've ever seen in my life." She pushed—she heaved herself up onto the desk and looked at her, "It scared me. But I don't think it was because it was an evil look, I think it was because of all the pain you, in my dream, must have gone through to turn you so cold." She shrugged, "I don't want you to be turned cold." She tilted her head and looked at her, "Can you stay warm?"

Regina looked around at different things. She never looked at the blonde, "I can try. For you, I can try."

Emma smiled and hooked her foot under Regina's chair and slid her between her legs, "I want to do something, but I don't know how you'll react."

Regina stared at the belly in front of her then looked up and with a low, barely there tone she asked, "What do you want to do?"

Emma's smile turned to a Cheshire grin as she leaned down and whispered in the Matron's ear, "I wanna kiss you." She finished by proving her point and kissing her ear, "Is that alright?" She kissed her jaw, "If I kiss you?" she finished with a kiss on the Matron's cheek and waited with baited breath.

"Yeaah—Yes. That's alright." Regina nodded quickly before she pushed up and captured the blonde's lips before Emma could make another move.

Emma's surprise quickly turned to want as she held Regina's face to hers before wrapping an arm around her neck. Regina stood and put her hands flat on the desk, leaning over the blonde as the kiss deepened.

"God." Emma moaned as the brunette eventually pulled away but kept close so she didn't have to move her arm, "We should continue that."

Regina grinned as she leaned forward, "I would like that very much." Instead of moving closer, she took Emma's arm and unwrapped it from her neck, "But I can't. We can't."

"Why?" Emma pouted.

"It's against the rules."

"No it's not. You've done it before." Emma tried to pulled her back.

Regina gave her a look, "It's highly frowned upon." She walked to her window and looked onto the square, "And I haven't done this before."

"But Graham—"

"That was purely physical." She waved the blonde off, "This is not. I don't know what this is, but it's not… that."

"Okay." Emma understood what she was trying to say, but she wanted to see if she could get the brunette to say something that would make it solid. That would make her not walk on air waiting for gravity to kick in, "What is it then?"

"It's…" She looked over to the blonde that was walking to her then gestured to the couch. Emma gave her a look then walked to the couch and sat down. "It's so much more than that." She placed her hand on Emma's stomach as she sat next to her. "I want to try with you. I want to be there for you…" She took a deep breath, "I know we haven't known each other long, but I would like to ask you something… however I am quite afraid of the answer… Even though I'm staying warm for you. I'm trying to stay warm for you; I still think it might be best if I wait, but there isn't time… And they say there's no time like the present, but maybe I should wait. But this would show you how I feel, I guess, but I don't, I can't…" She shook her head.

Emma smiled and covered the hand on her stomach, "Regina, just say it… I won't judge or anything… I mean, really… what place do I have?" She gestured to her prisoner coveralls and her pregnant belly. "And like you said, you're staying warm for me. I hardly think it will be bad if your feelings are what I hope they are…"

Regina bounced the question a bit more in her mind before deciding to just go for it. "Well… I wanted to offer you a place to live… when you get out… and I wanted to offer you a place for Henry as well… I have a two bedroom cottage just on the city line, it's quiet and peaceful…"

Emma knit her brows, "How could that work?"

"Well… Umm… The only way I can think of is if you let me sign adoption papers stating that I'm Henry's other mother… that way, when he's born, I could take him home at night until we get you out and then we'd both have him during the day…" She bit her lip, "I can easily turn the guest bedroom into a nursery and—"

"When I get out… where would I sleep?" Emma interrupted, staring at the Matron's lips.

Regina swallowed and looked up at Emma, "Well… you would stay in the master bedroom of course…" Her throat constricted as she added in a low, tight tone, "With me…"

"You want to share a bed with me after only one kiss!?"

"We've kissed more than once…" Regina tried to defend.

Emma gave her a look and her hand a squeeze, "Once kiss that counts." She said before starting into 'the issues', "You don't know my sleeping habits… you don't know if I snore or kick or talk or…"

"You half mumble every so often… only when you have nightmares. You curl into me when I lay behind you to comfort you in your sleep. You don't deserve jail time and I don't deserve you… but I want you and I want to make you happy… and I really, really think I can." Regina's words were out before she could do a damn thing to stop them…

Though, they seemed to be exactly what Emma needed to spur the blonde on… Because literally once they were out, Emma leapt as best she could over to her side of the couch and kissed her hard.

As she pulled away, she looked into her eyes, "I think you can make me happy too." She said.

AN: I know that this one is much shorter than the other chapters, but the next one is going to be baby time, and I feel like it will probably make up for the shortness… if it doesn't then the next chapter DEFNITITELY will. I had my House-like epiphany for this story a few weeks ago, and well, I hope that you guys enjoy it!