Mama?"

Regina cast her glance up from the novel she had been fixated on since she had re-entered the room. As they walked the remaining length of the corridor to Henry's room, she noticed that Emma had stopped and taken a seat outside the door. Nothing had been said since she dropped the news of the child that was currently forming and growing in her womb. She was a fool for thinking anyone, let alone Emma would be okay with it.

"Yes baby?" she stood from her seat and walked to his bed side, looking down upon her precious baby boy scribbling all over the colouring book the nurses had supplied him with.

"Ere mommy?"

Regina swallowed hard and ran a shaky hand through his light brunette locks, "she's gone for a walk, darling."

"En he um ack?"

Regina paused and looked up, blinking away the tears that had begun to form, "I don't know Henry," she inhaled sharply before finishing her sentence, "I don't know."


Emma didn't want to appear to disprove of the news, but she just needed some time to process it. She slopped down in her chair and leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, casting her memory back to the day Regina first found out she was pregnant with their little boy.


"Regina, I'm home," an obviously exhausted Emma threw her weight over the back of the sofa and landed on her back with a grunt. She pulled her phone from her back pocket and began to scroll through the many emails that had flooded in while she was out on a call, when she heard the echoing of heels on varnished floorboards approaching her.

"Dear, please don't throw yourself around on the furniture, you'll either break something," she paused and chuckled at the thought, "or yourself."

"Trust you to jump to the worst possible outcome," Emma smirked and sat up raising a hand, beckoning the older woman to come closer to her. As soon as Regina came in the proximity of Emma's arm length, she was forcefully pulled over the back of the sofa and landed ever so ungracefully on top of the blonde. She squealed as she felt her feet lift from the floor, and grunted breathless as she landed atop of the younger woman.

"Emma yo-" she was silenced when subtle lips crushed against her own. They slowly pulled apart from one another, each other's gazes locking on the others. Emma raised a pale hand to the blushed covered cheek of the woman above her and ran her thumb over the lips she just mauled.

"Why do you feel so inevitable to me?"

Regina's cheeks tainted a dark crimson and she tried hiding her face in the couch cushions but merely failed as the blonde hooked a finger under her chin and turned her face to meet hers, "I love you, Regina Mills."

"And I you, Miss Swan," Emma cringed at the authority and simply replied by sucking the brunette's lips in between her own.

"Emma," she started breathlessly, "we need to talk."

A look of panic spread across Emma's face and she pushed the brunette off her, "I'm sorry, we-I-did I cross the line-" she was cut off by a raised hand.

"Come with me." Regina stood firmly and offered Emma a helping hand as she too stood from the sofa.

"You're such an idiot sometimes Swan," she muttered under her breath.

"I can hear you, dear."

"I'm sorry," Emma tugged on Regina's hand, haulting the brunette from moving forward any further.

"Darling, you keep apologizing, but I don't understand why."

"For crossing the line."

Regina tilted her head in confusion as the blonde continued.

"I'm sorry for being so clingy and needy when I come home from work, it's just" she dipped her head as her cheeks turned a deep red, "I miss you."

"Oh darling," Regina's mouth opened wide when she realized the misinterpretation, "when I said we needed to talk, I didn't mean it as a bad thing." She closed the distance between her and the blonde and rubbed the back of her hand with her thumb.

"Oh, I thought-" her words got lost by the kiss the brunette pressed to her lips.

Regina chuckled nervously as she retreated from the kiss.

"What did you what to show me?"

"Well…."

"Come on Gina," she teased playfully, "you just made me look like an idiot and now you're withholding information?"

Regina cleared her throat and nodded towards the open bathroom door.

Emma dropped their conjoined hand, a little dazzed and confused by the situation, and began strutting towards the bathroom. She began processing a thousand reasons for why she was heading towards the bathroom when it hit her.

Hopeful, she ran the rest of the way and found the evidence in the bathroom basin.

"Regina!" she called as she ran from the bathroom, looking at the petite brunette nervously gnawing at her bottom lip.

"Are they yours?"

Despite the smile and the obvious exited tone projected in the younger woman's voice, Regina couldn't shake the thought that she was masking her true emotions. She only responded with a firm nod.

Speechless, tears began to well in the blonde's eyes as she slowly began retracing her previous footsteps back towards her now pregnant inamorata.

"I wanted you to see for yourself because I didn't know how to say it. I mean, I can get rid of it if tha-"

"No!" Emma ran to the brunette and took her hands in her own, "no, Regina."

"No?" Regina looked up through her moistened lids.

"Regina, there is no way I'm letting you get rid of your, our, this," she giggled nervously and her rambling as she rested her palm on Regina's soon to be growing stomach and caressed it softly, "baby. This is going to be hard, things are going to get rocky, you're going to get hormonal and we may fight, but in hindsight, this baby is going to be the best thing to come from our relationship. I love you, so much Madame Mills, and I will equally share that love, with this little darling of ours blossoming in your stomach. We can do this."

Regina choked on a sob and leaned forward, capturing the blonde's lips in her own.

"What would I do without you?"

Emma hummed and leant in for another kiss, but pulled back suddenly.

"Darling?" Regina had panic in her voice and her face was masked with a confused look.

"H-how did you g-get…" she trailed off as she tried to figure it out.

Regina chuckled and let a gust of breath out, "magic, darling."

"So, it's mine?"

"It's equally as much yours as it is mine sweetheart. It's ours," she smiled sweetly.

"I have never love you more than I do in this moment, Regina Mills."

"And I you," she grinned, "Miss Swan."

Emma purred at the formality and closed the distance between them, capturing the older woman's lips in her own, never daring to break the kiss.


She opened her eyes and wiped away the tears that had fallen during her reliving that life changing moment and smiled fondly to herself, "you're a lucky one Swan," she whispered to herself before closing her eyes once again.


The light of the en suit that shone through the slightly drawn door awoke Emma from her slumber. She instantly rolled over to cuddle up to Regina but shuddered when she was hit with the coldness of the abandoned sheets.

"Regina?" she sat up and begrudgingly opened her eyes, squinting trying to look beyond the bright glow of the light to find where the brunette had gotten off to.

"I didn't mean to wake you, dear." She sighed and made her way back into their room, ignoring the presence of the light that followed her from the bathroom.

"Are you alright babe?"

"Ye-" she winced and doubled over.

"Regina!" Emma launched forward and swung her legs over the bed, instantly bringing her to her feet and to the older woman's side, "what's wrong? Is he coming?"

Regina chuckled at the noticeable panicked tone in the blonde's voice, "no dea-" she winced once again and latched onto Emma's forearm.

Emma moved around behind the older woman and supported her weight as Regina leant on her to keep her steady and stable, wincing as she did so. "Gina, what's causing you pain?"

"He's right on my bladder," she whined and threw her head back in agony.

Emma chuckled at the blonde's whine and rubbed her palm in circular motions up and down the fragile woman's back.

"Let's get you on the bed and change your position and see if he moves, if not, we can go to the hospital at first light and see if they can help you."

Pained and annoyed, Regina could only but nod.

Emma helped her onto all fours and rubbed her swollen belly.

"It's not doing anything, Miss Swan," she snapped in agony as the baby began to kick violently.

"Okay, okay, let's try something else."

She helped the brunette lie on her side and continued her rubbing movements.

"I haven't heard you wince or whine for several minutes now, has he settled and moved off your bladder?"

"He moved during the process of me changing positions, and he indeed settled a few minutes ago?"

"And you never told me because?" Emma stopped rubbing but Regina dropped her hand on top of the blondes, silently demanding the blonde to continue.

"Because I feel like a bloated cow and only do I feel like my normal self when I have you…" she trailed off.

"When you have me what, baby?"

"Touching me." It was merely a whisper, but it was loud enough for Emma's ears.

"Baby, hey," Emma scooched closer, continuing her rubbing movements as requested, "you're beautiful."

"I was," she muttered under her breath.

"You were, and you still are. Your stomach may temporarily be swollen but that won't ever turn me off your beautiful body. I love you and every one of your immaculate curves. Please don't look down upon yourself."

"But-" she was silenced when subtle lips were pressed against her own

"No 'buts.'"

"Yes ma'am," Regina teased as she cuddled up to the blonde.


Emma's eyes opened wide as she was pulled from the memory by the rushing past of a group of 4 or more nurses running towards a room that had alarms ringing off. She kept a close eye on the room they were running to, hoping it wasn't to Henry's. Thankfully, it wasn't. She pulled her phone from her pocket and clicked the lock button to check the time. She settled back down and closed her eyes one last time.


As the residents of the mayoral mansion finally let sleep take over, a piercing cry broke the silence that had temporarily blanketed the house.

"It's your turn," despite her voice being groggy with sleep, Regina couldn't help but notice the mocking yet sympathetic tone in the blonde's voice.

"This son of yours is going to be the death of me, Miss Swan," Regina groaned and rolled over into Emma's embrace.

Emma scoffed and gently nudged the older woman with her shoulder, "isn't it funny how he becomes my son when he cries in the middle of the night but instantly becomes your precious angel when he gas people swooning and codling all over him."

"Nothing wrong with taking credit for my genes, dear," she chuckled and pressed her plump lips to the soft ones of the blonde.

Their conversation was quickly drawn to an end as the cry escalated into a desperate wail, drawing a fatigued Regina from the comfort of Emma's arms to the slightly drawn door in the hallway.

"Henry darling," she gently pushed the door open and stepped into the room, the hallway light seeping in behind her.

"What's the matter baby?" she scooped the crying baby from his crib and held him against her chest, adjusting the two week old in her arms to a more comfortable position for both mother and son.

"Do you want your paci?" she leant her free arm into the crib and retrieved the fallen pacifier and held it against the baby's lips, in doing so, aggravating the newborn further causing his cries to amplify.

Exhausted and drained, Regina dropped into the rocking chair positioned at the end of the crib and began rocking herself back and forwards, humming a light tune in the attempts to sleep the boy. It only aggravated him further causing him to squirm about.

"Henry, please," never in her life had she believe she'd ever be pleading with a newborn, let alone it being her child.

He continued to squirm and kick his feet.

"Are you hungry?" she loosened her robe and pulled the left side apart from the right and adjusted him to a more suitable position to feed but yet he squirmed away in refusal.

"Henry," she whined. She stood from the chair and swayed side to side rubbing his back in soothing circles, "what's wrong?" she rested her chin on his head and continued her swaying movements.

"Let me try baby." Regina jumped at the disruption but willingly handed him over, drawing her robe back together and fastening it with its belt.

Despite the change of mothership, he continued to cry and squirm and twist in Emma's arms.

"Let's bring him to bed and try and settle him there," Regina could only but nod as her emotions had taken over and had her doubting her parenting skills.

Together they returned to their room, disrobed and carefully lied their son between them. As soon as the pair cuddle up to him, his cries subsided and he instantly began to curl up to Regina.

"He just wanted cuddles baby," Emma leant a hand over and wiped away the tears that had halted hallway down her son's chubby cheeks.

"I gave him cuddles, but he refused," Regina replied sadly.

"Hey, it's not your fault Gina. Just because you can't soothe his cries straightaway doesn't make you a bad mom," she tried to reason with the brunette but she shook her head and buried her face into her pillow.

Emma sighed and lifted the now sleeping baby from between them and carried him back to his room, setting him to rest in his crib. She tucked him in and returned his paci to his mouth before placing a sweet kiss to his cheek and returning to their room.

She lay back down and gently began rubbing Regina's arm, "I know you're doubting yourself as a mother, but darling, you're the best thing to ever happen to this son of ours. I know it's hard seeing that when he cries, it'll take some time to get used to, but he does love you Regina. He loves you as much as I." She placed a light kiss to Regina's shoulder, "cuddles?" It was a question Regina couldn't say no to. She scooted closer, closing the gap between them, bringing her body flush against Emma's. she nuzzled into the blonde's neck and breathed in her homely scent, instantly settling herself.

"I love you too, Swan."


Regina strained her neck at the sound of the knock on Henry's door.

"Come in," she called as she ran her hand through her son's locks.

Emma slowly pushed open the door and smiled awkwardly as it closed behind her.

"Hi," Regina said breathlessly, surprised at the sudden return of the blonde.

"Hey," Emma tucked her hands into her back pocket and walked towards the bed. "I'm sorry about how I reacted to the news before."

Regina swallowed hard and nodded weakly, "it's okay," she whispered.

"I just needed to do some thinking."

Regina nibbled at her bottom lip, scared for what the blonde was going to say next.

"Can we talk?"

The brunette nodded and set her novel on Henry's supplied bed side table and anxiously stood. She followed the younger women to the sofa in the far corner of the room and sat down, cautious of the distance she kept between them.

"I'm sorry I freaked out on you, I was just, shocked."

"That's understandable," her voice was quite.

"I just needed a little time to process the information, I guess." Regina nodded and looked down at her creased pencil skirt and nervously ran a hand over it pulling it out.

"Can we do this?"

Regina crossed her arms and shrugged, "we've done it before," she looked into Emma's eyes, hopeful.

"I know," she smiled to herself, "I took some time to relive the memories of our firsts with Henry."

Regina chuckled low in her throat, "that was definitely an experience."

Emma followed with a quite laugh and nod, "indeed."

The laughter subsided and Regina felt anxious once more.

"Gina," Emma reached over and took the brunette's hands into her own, "I'm just scared that this baby may end up sick like Henry, and it's hard enough with once sick child, let alone…" she trailed off and sighed, "I just don't want to have another child of mine, ours, having to endure the pain Henry does."

Regina nodded nervously.

"If you're certain we can do this together, I'm willing to give it a shot," she ended with a coy smile and a shrug to the shoulders.

"And if we can't?"

"If that does occur, we can talk about it then."

"Okay," Regina's eyes began to fill with tears, "we can do this."

"Together."

"Together," she whispered, confirming the additive to her sentence before leaning in for a kiss.

Emma hummed happily and captured the brunette's lips in her own. The kiss was deep and lustful and was only broken when a squeal and clap of hands could be heard echoing the room.

Emma leapt apart from the older woman and grinned at the little boy before running over to his bed and smothering him in little kisses.

Regina smiled and sat up, straightening her top and running her hand over her skirt to get rid of the crinkles. She looked at her two giggling at one another and couldn't contain the grin the stretched across her features.

"This might just work out," she whispered to herself as she walked over to the giggly pair.