"Regina," Emma hollers down the stairs to her wife, "your son just called me a pale excuse for a hippopotamus." Regina can't help but chuckle at that but stops herself from continuing when she hears heavy foot falls descending the stairs toward the kitchen.

"Hello, my love," Regina says, smirking at her wife when she sees Emma waddle into the kitchen.

"It's not funny, Regina," Emma pouts as she goes to sit on one of the barstools at the counter. Regina almost begins laughing again when she notices the crocodile tears currently marring her wife's beautiful pregnancy glow.

"Oh, baby, please don't cry," Regina pleads as she comes over to stand between her wife's legs and pulls her into a fierce hug. "Honey, you know he was just messing with you."

"I know," Emma sniffles into Regina's shoulder. "I'm so sorry. I'm not upset. I swear. I'm just- I can't stop."

"I know, honey. It's okay. You're okay. Just take a few deep breaths," Regina soothes in Emma's ear as she places kisses in soft, blonde curls.

Eventually, Emma's hiccuping breaths even out, and she whispers, "I'm okay now."

Regina pulls away from her wife slightly to look into shiny green orbs before asking, "You're sure?"

Emma sighs heavily, "Yes, I'm sure." She takes one more moment to get herself back under control before continuing, "Do you need help with dinner?"

"That would be lovely," Regina responds, placing chaste kisses on both of her wife's eyelids before pulling away to walk around the counter and finish chopping vegetables. "Could you keep stirring the meat for me please baby?" She asks Emma as Emma slowly makes her way around the counter.

"Yes ma'am," Emma responds lightly as she briefly leans into her wife's side to place a kiss on her cheek before beginning her task.

They work in companionable silence until Emma feels a sharp pain race through her abdomen causing her to practically double over in shock and pain, accidentally placing her hand too near the hot burner on the stove.

"Ah!" She screams out as the palm of her hand comes into contact with the searing heat of the stove, burning her skin and momentarily outshining the cramp in her stomach.

Regina spins so quickly, she almost gives herself whiplash when she hears Emma's cry of pain. As she rushes toward her, Emma crumples to the floor in a heap, grasping her wrist in an attempt to stem the flow of pain caused by her burned flesh.

"Emma," Regina says horrified as she falls to her knees next to her wife. "God, Emma, what happened?" She practically screeches as she takes Emma's hand in between her own, holding it gently as she examines the burn.

"I had a cramp, and I accidentally touched the burner, and-" Emma hisses harshly when Regina's palm comes into contact with the burn on her own before she feels the heat of Regina's magic begin to slowly draw the pain out of the wound before it's healed completely.

"There," Regina starts when she's completed healing Emma's wound. She looks into Emma's eyes as Emma breathes a sigh of relief and continues, "You had a cramp?"

"Yes, it happens, Regina," Emma responds cheekily.

Regina sighs before pressing further, "You're sure it wasn't a contraction?"

"Regina, honey, I'm not even eight months pregnant yet-" Regina attempts to interrupt, but Emma continues quickly, "But even if I was, I can assure you that if I was having contractions, you would be the first to know, and they would be far worse than what just happened."

Regina still looks less than convinced, "You promise?"

"I promise," Emma responds. "Now, help me get my fat ass off the floor. The handle on this cabinet is stabbing me in the ribs."

Regina tries to let Emma's joking tone lighten her own mood, but she's still too on edge. "Yes, dear," she responds as she lifts herself off the floor only to reach down and grab Emma's arms to help her rise as well. As soon as Emma is steady on her feet once more, Regina lurches into her and wraps her arms tightly around her wife, pulling their bodies as flush as she can, given the growing child in Emma's womb.

"Hey, I'm okay," Emma soothes as she rubs her hands up and down her wife's back.

"I know," Regina sighs before pulling her face away to catch her wife's eyes, "but you scared me."

"I know. I'm sorry, baby."

"I forgive you," Regina responds half-heartedly before pulling Emma into yet another embrace. "I love you, Emma."

"I love you too, Regina," Emma replies without hesitation. It's at this exact moment that the child currently sandwiched between them kicks with all the force its little legs can muster causing Emma to jolt and Regina to giggle like a school girl before bending at the waste to be even with Emma's growing belly.

"Well, hello, little one," Regina cooes to the child growing within Emma's belly. "I love you too," Regina whispers before placing a gentle kiss on Emma's swollen middle. When she straightens back up to again try to finish making dinner, she sees Emma's eyes full of tears yet again.

"Baby," Regina says concerned as she begins rubbing her hands up and down Emma's biceps, "What's the matter?"

"I'm just really happy," Emma says in between gasping breaths. Regina smiles brightly at her wife before taking her hands and pressing kisses to her knuckles.

"Me too, my dear. Me too."