We're having some time jumps through the pregnancy. I have two other fics that are following Regina/Roni through her progress, so I've decided this one will focus more on the baby than her pregnancy. Therefore, time jumps.
Other characters will continue to make their ways back into the fics, like the first two chapters, but of course, this will essentially be GQ.
Also, I have an ending in mind for this fic now, which I hope is a good thing and I really hope you all will enjoy the ride to their happy ending.
It had been two months. During the first month they had tried numerous spells and potions. All of the obvious ones that let her know right away, did not work. So during the second month, they did more than enough spells and potions that would not show any side-effects or tell them they had hit the mark; so to speak.
But now as she was leaning against the sink in her bathroom staring at the damned non-magical stick that would tell her if she were pregnant or not, she wished she could have used magic to tell her right away and not—
Caramel hues zeroed in on the digital reading, eyes wide as saucers before her ruby red lips formed into a beaming smile and she let out a scream that could probably be heard all through Storybrooke.
Rumple burst through the door with a look on his face that seemed like he was readying himself for a battle with some unknown assailant. But when Regina held up the pregnancy test, the expression faded into confusion. "The hell is this supposed to mean?"
She huffed out a sigh and rolled her eyes, moving to stand beside him as she pointed at the digital reading and began to explain in a calm manner. "If..it had been a minus, I would not be pregnant..."
He took the pregnancy test in hand, gave it another look then glanced at Regina. "It's a plus sign..."
"Yes. It's a plus sign." She grasps the lapels of his jacket and pulls him close to her. "We're going to have a baby."
His eyes grew wide as a smile spread along his lips. "This is great news!" Claiming her lips with his own, he kissed her deeply and passionately. Against her lips, he voiced his doubt "But are you sure? How can this thing be trusted?"
"I'm sure." She states, kissing him again as her arms wrap around his neck and he slowly backs her up against the sink, depositing the pregnancy test on it's surface before reaching behind her and pulling her up into his arms.
~GQ~
Later that night, while they are laying in bed, Rumple snakes an arm around her, holding her close to his chest. "Do you think you'll have a natural birth or one at the hospital?"
"To be honest, I haven't really thought about it." Her voice is already groggy and distant, heavy with the impending sleep wracking her frame. "I don't really have a mother who could walk me through the home birthing process." She remembers Snow and how she helped Emma along with many others who had experienced what it was like to give birth at home.
"I'm sure someone would be willing to help." Rumple says, hand moving slowly against Regina's back, stroking in a fluid motion. "Haven't you gotten a little closer with Emma?"
"Not exactly. If you call letting her offspring burp up on me, then sure." She chuckles, hand reaching up to caress his warm cheek. "But, as long as we're not wanting to kill each other, you're right, she'd probably help. However—"
He waited for her to speak again, to finish her proverbial 'but' in her statement. When she didn't, he decided to urge her on. "However, what?"
Timid eyes sought out his a she leaned herself up on her elbow. "I think we should wait. Wait until we know that this is going to take."
"You're afraid of a miscarriage." He stated rather bluntly, even if his voice was soft.
She nodded, grimacing slightly as she leaned in and pressed her forehead to his. "Because I wasn't supposed to be able to get pregnant, Rumple. This wasn't supposed to have been possible."
"But it is." Reaching his hand up, he cupped her cheek, trying to urge her eyes on him since she had averted them the second their foreheads touched. "And regardless of magic or anything else, we made this happen and it will stay that way."
"If I have one—" Her eyes finally find his as she reaches to wrap her fingers around his wrist, nuzzling her face against his palm. "—dead is dead Rumple. We can't stop it or make it come back." She repeated his own words in the sentence, which caused her heart to ache.
Sighing, he nodded. "Yes, dead is dead but dearie. You're forgetting one very important thing."
"And what is that?" She asks, her soft and laced in doubt.
"The baby you're carrying is a form we created. Regina, it will be strong, resilient and.." He states, knowing all too well that the child born of the two most powerful practitioners of magic in any realm is bound to be a force unlike any other. "...probably hard headed knowing us."
Regina let out a slight giggle as Rumple's hand found the flat of her stomach and gave it a gentle rub, knowing that before they knew it, it would be well on it's way to becoming larger. "What about that magic the evil queen used on Belle back then...?"
She felt his body go rigid behind her, the memory coming to him in a shock and anger effect, before he relaxed. "You're not using that."
"But...what if I did?" She sighed and rolled over to face him, her hands going to his chest, fingers toying with the buttons on his nightshirt. "Then we wouldn't have to worry if it would be a miscarriage, it would just take and we would be parents.."
He looked into her pleading eyes and wanted nothing more than to give her exactly what she wanted, but instead he shook his head. "All magic comes with a price. I'm not willing to pay it with our child. Are you?"
"I'd give my life for our baby."
"That's not what I meant. You know I would give my life for it too, but I would in no way want to lose you or it."
Silence filled the room as the weight of the price of magic settled on their shoulders, causing the air to feel thick. Then Regina nodded, snuggling closer to his chest. "You're right. If we're going to do this, we're going to do this the right way."
Rumple nodded and placed a chaste kiss to the top of her head, thanking every star in the sky for her seeing it his way.
