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Chapter 3 – My Wish For You
"Mama! Look what I can do!"
Emma observed lovingly as dark curls bounced, lean yet powerful legs carrying the tiny girl across the lawn in the back yard. The blonde smiled, heart filling with affection as their little princess shrieked with delight and scampered towards the family's apple tree.
"Slow down, kid. I don't want to have to explain to your mommy how you managed to break an arm."
The Savior grinned, gently shaking her head. The tiny brunette was the spitting image of Regina – raven hair and flawless olive skin. Even at five years old she was all brains and impeccably timed sass. But there were little hints of Emma woven in as well. Time and time again, the child proved to be charming as all hell with an adventurously independent spirit that quickly grew to rival her blonde mother's.
A pint-sized energetic ball of utter perfection…
"It's okay Mama. I'll be careful. Henry showed me. Watch!"
Green eyes gazed upward as the tiny human skillfully climbed the side of the blossoming tree up into the low-level branches. Seated at the intersection of a large limb she reached her fingers forward, eyes scrunched deep in concentration. Seconds later, a ripened fruit flew gracefully from one of the outer branches into her daughter's awaiting hands. The little princess giggled and celebrated. Little magic-filled hands waved haphazardly in the air accidentally causing one of the smaller limbs of their beloved tree to bend and crack.
"Mama..." The tiny girl frowned, simpering as she gracefully made her way down from the branches. "I think I broke it."
"It's okay, princess." Emma grinned and scooped her daughter up into her arms, placing a soft kiss on the top of her head. Waving a finger, she discreetly repaired the cracked branch in the cherished family tree. "I won't tell mommy if you don't."
Emma's eyes fluttered open, hazy orbs attempting to focus. Her vision slowly acclimated to the darkness of the room. The light of the full moon glimmered through Regina's beloved tree in the back yard, casting mottled shadows across the sheets and onto the bedroom wall.
The blonde sighed, turning her head to bury her nose deeply into raven tresses. A peaceful smile crept across her face as the familiar scent of apples and vanilla grounded her senses and warmed her heart.
What a wonderful dream…
Turning from her back, Emma slowly shifted her body sideways so she could resume the 'big spoon' position and meld every inch of her body to the gorgeous woman who was carrying their child. Skillful fingertips slipped under her lover's nightshirt, tracing lazy patterns around the circumference of Regina's lightly swollen belly.
Enticed by the blonde's gentle ministrations Regina slowly began to stir; the deep, rhythmic breathing of her slumber gradually becoming replaced by shallow pants and quiet mewls.
"Emma…" Regina husked, gradually waking from her slumber. Her body shivered, relishing in the soft caresses traversing across her midsection. A delicate hand travelled upwards, lover's fingertips intertwining as the darker woman guided porcelain fingers downwards under a silk waistband and towards intensifying wet heat.
"Touch me."
Emma grinned smugly into raven tresses willingly submitting to her partner's quiet demands, long fingertips quickly finding their prized destination. The blonde swiped a single digit through abundant wetness, eliciting a breathy moan from the woman cradled in her arms. Emma's free hand traveled upwards, cradling then gently squeezing delightfully swollen breasts. Southern fingertips quickly resumed their ministrations, lightly massaging the bundle of nerves that instantaneously set Regina's body on fire.
"Shit… You're so wet." The blonde murmured into Regina's ear, two fingers already beginning to probe into the brunette's eagerly awaiting opening. "I want to make you come so hard."
"Please…"
The brunette gasped as a pair of calloused hands swiftly pulled silk pajama pants past her hips. A satisfied whimper escaped Regina's mouth, two long digits burying deeply into her sopping entrance as skilled fingers tweaked sensitive nipples into stiff peaks. Regina's hips undulated, hands grasping at anything that could ground her and allow the rising pleasure to continue before she catapulted over the precipice.
Emma responded immediately to Regina's enthusiasm, wrist angling and fingertips twisting and curling so she could create wantonly desired friction on the spongy patch that drove the brunette positively wild.
Regina was already so close to the edge of oblivion that it took mere moments before she succumbed to the waves of pleasure rolling throughout her body. The brunette's eyes rolled backwards she began her free-fall, body lying shattered and writhing in the throes of her orgasm. Wetness exploded from her core instantly soaking deeply buried fingers all the way down to a pale wrist, lightly pooling onto crisp white sheets.
Regina laid motionless, her gradually recovering body lovingly enveloped by long muscular arms. Heart finally returning to a steady rhythm, the brunette turned. Needy arms and legs entangled into the woman who shared her bed, her growing baby bump gently resting against the blonde's toned midsection.
Pale fingertips rose to caress an olive cheek, foreheads leaning together before the pair shared a wonderfully chaste kiss.
"I love you." The Savior smiled, warmth instantly spreading to every inch of her body.
"I love you too." Regina returned her smile, leaning in to place another kiss on thin lips as olive fingers grazed downwards towards the apex of the blonde's thighs.
"You don't have to…"
"Silence, Miss Swan." The brunette teasingly demanded, delicate fingers continuing on their lustful journey past soft cotton and gliding into the Emma's abundant wetness.
The blonde sighed, every nerve ending already scorching with desire. Her hips began to rock, silently requesting the gratifying friction that she craved. Regina responded, fingers expertly seeking Emma's soaking hole and entering with ease. Three fingers seated to the hilt and pumped steadily. A toned arm burned with fatigue as Regina realized her changing physique was preventing her from achieving an optimal angle for pleasure.
"Come here…" Regina murmured, lips ghosting across the blonde's ear. Hands gently nudged hips upwards, indicating the nature of her request. "I want to taste you."
Regina repositioned, rolling onto her back as Emma threw off her cotton boy-shorts and eagerly crawled towards the head of the bed. The brunette grasped toned thighs as pale legs separated and straddled her face, delectable wetness settling inches away from and awaiting mouth.
Regina dove in, tongue eagerly swiping through the abundant moisture before lips settled to suck on an engorged bundle of nerves. The blonde moaned in satisfaction as graceful fingers plunged deeply into her awaiting sex, velvety walls already beginning to pulse and spasm around the delicious contact.
"Fuck, Regina!"
The brunette continued her relentlessly tender torture, her eager mouth swiping at and drinking every tangy drop her lover had to offer. Fingers pumped in and out as Emma rocked her hips with reckless abandon.
Moments later the blonde stilled, thighs clenching as her head flung backwards in a silent scream. Liquid heat rushed from her center as she rode out her pleasurable release, Regina's mouth eagerly devouring every delicious drop of the tangy nectar.
Regaining feeling in her limbs, Emma slowly dismounted and scurried to lie next to Regina. Arms and legs draped protectively over her lover's body as she buried her face into the nape of the brunette's neck, pale lips peppering gentle kisses along the exposed flesh.
"I dreamt of her."
"Who dear?" Regina sighed contentedly, enjoying the feeling of being wrapped in Emma's embrace.
"Our little girl." The blonde smiled, gently laying her head on the older woman's chest so she could feel and hear her heart beat, a palm coming to rest atop their growing child's home. "She had magic."
"You still think it's a girl?" The brunette lazily smiled as she felt the younger woman nod, fingers absentmindedly swirling patterns along Emma's upper back. "I suppose we'll know for sure in a couple of hours. Now go back to sleep, dear."
Hours later Emma's eyes fluttered open, a long arm blindly reaching across the expanse of the bed to find it was already cold and empty. Head lolling to the side, emerald orbs came to focus on the alarm clock on Regina's side of the bed – 10am. Their appointment with Dr. Whale was going to be in one hour.
Letting out a contented sigh, the blonde lazily rolled out of bed and headed downwards towards the wonderfully enticing smell of freshly brewed coffee and crisply fried bacon. Coming to the entrance of the kitchen Emma paused, eyes crinkling with joy as she witnessed the most glorious sight she had ever seen.
Regina stood dreamily, the morning light spilling through the kitchen window creating an ethereal glow around her. Slender arms lightly cradled the swell of her belly, her richly resonant voice whispering unintelligible phrases to their unborn child.
"Why didn't you wake me up?"
Regina turned and smiled, drinking in the amusing sight of her fiancé in her characteristically adorable morning state. Golden tresses splayed haphazardly as porcelain fingers attempted to wipe the sleep from her eyes, pajama top and bottom slightly twisted and hung unevenly from a meticulously toned frame.
It was the most beautiful sight Regina had ever seen…
"You looked so peaceful, dear." The brunette turned once again, reaching for a mug and pouring the aromatic morning goodness into it. "Besides, once this baby comes you'll start appreciating every second of sleep you can get."
Before Regina could finish pouring the cup Emma closed the distance and stood immediately behind her, strong arms instantly wrapping around the shorter woman's growing midsection.
"Did you sleep well?" The blonde nuzzled into perfectly coiffed locks.
"Are you asking me or the baby?" Regina smiled, turning her head to place a light kiss on her lover's awaiting lips.
"Both..." Emma smiled, tracing light circles around her child's home.
"Your child was very well behaved last night." Regina responded, tenderly intertwining her fingers with Emma's. "We both slept very well. Now if we can just train it to sleep in on the weekends, this mommy would be a much happier person."
"I wish we didn't have to call it an 'it'." Emma wrinkled her nose. "I can't wait to find out what we're having."
"All that matters is if it's healthy, my love."
The pair stood in the kitchen enjoying the peaceful silence, Regina's hands remaining intertwined with Emma's as they rested on her protruding belly. Emma smiled widely, feeling a gentle nudge against the palm of her hand.
"Good morning, baby girl."
Regina turned her head and placed another loving kiss on awaiting lips. They stood in utter bliss feeling their child move until an unwelcome pang of pressure forced Regina to elbow her lover away so she could run into the bathroom.
"You alright?" Emma raised her eyebrows; inherently knowing this wasn't a disastrous emergency. Moments later, a light chuckle escaped her lips as a slightly annoyed brunette strode back into the kitchen.
"Will you be a dear and tell YOUR child to stop using my bladder as a punching bag?" The brunette reached for a plate and started plopping eggs and bacon onto it. "She can't seem to comprehend the concept of sitting still while she's awake… much like her other mother."
Emma smiled and took a seat at the counter, taking a long sip of the wonderfully aromatic coffee. It warmed her heart to hear that the love of her life had started to embrace the idea that they might be having a baby girl.
"You know, Henry was worse…" The blonde grinned as a plate of mouth-watering food was placed in front of her. "I swear the kid thought he was training for a marathon while he was in there."
"I'm glad you carried him then." Regina grabbed her own plate of food and sat next to the blonde at the counter. "I'm not sure how much more of this my insides can handle."
"Morning moms!" The pair turned as Henry bounded into the kitchen and laid kisses on their cheeks, a hand carefully patting Regina's baby bump. "Morning, 'lil sis."
"See…" Emma turned to the brunette, face lit up in prideful celebration. "Even Henry thinks it's going to be a girl."
"He's just doing that to appease you, dear." Regina chided, placing a heaping forkful of eggs and bacon into her mouth.
"Am not!" The teen smiled, sharing a knowing glace with his adoptive mother before reaching over to his birth mother's plate. Speedy hands plucked the bacon before feet turned swiftly in the direction of the front door. "Bye, moms!"
"Whoa…" Emma quickly spun, unsuccessfully attempting to swipe back the bacon that was stolen from her plate. "Where's the fire?"
"Going to meet Grace at the library." Henry smiled, mockingly chewing and swallowing the savory meat. "I'll be back before dinner."
The two mothers smiled and shook their heads as their son ran speedily out the door.
"I don't know what I'm going to do when this little one starts dating." Emma sighed, moving to replace the pieces of bacon her son had pilfered. "Henry's growing up so fast…"
"Don't worry dear," Regina smirked as Emma sat back down, reaching over and snatching the perfectly crisped strips the blonde had just retrieved. "I'll have an apple turnover ready."
An hour later, the pair found themselves situated in the examination room staring lovingly at the ultrasound screen, utterly captivated by the image of their growing child. Olive and porcelain fingertips gently intertwined as the rhythm of a strong, steady heartbeat echoed throughout the room.
"Congratulations, ladies. It appears you are carrying a perfectly healthy baby girl."
"I was right!" Emma joyously fist-pumped, voice echoing throughout the room and out into the hospital hallway causing a few orderlies and nurses heads to turn.
Regina chuckled, chestnut and jade turning to connect. Overjoyed eyes brimmed with wonder and excitement, pale fingers reaching out to worshipfully caress the swell of the brunette's belly.
"She's going to be so beautiful." The blonde smiled, leaning down to place a loving kiss on Regina's cheek. "Just like her mommy."
"Of course she'll be beautiful dear." Regina affectionately palmed Emma's cheek, a thumb gently wiping a tear escaping from joyful depths of emerald. "She's going to have your eyes."
A/N: Hello, my lovely readers. Hope you enjoyed this latest installment. I'm hoping to get the next (and most likely final) chapter up soon. However, the holidays tend to be a VERY busy time of the year when you work in entertainment (we work while everyone else plays…). My boss can be quite the slave driver (HINT: JMo, Lana, and I share the same 5' tall 'big boss' who we shall call M. Mouse). I'm aiming to get the next one up before the New Year but don't kill me if it turns out to be shortly after! Tumblr – Melificent811