With Henry out of the room, things got quiet and awkward. Regina ate her toast and eggs and Emma stared at her plate, but only because she didn't want to actually look at Regina. There was a tension around them and neither woman wanted to confront it.
"Uh, Regina? Just so you know, I actually thought this was the guest room. Otherwise, I wouldn't have—."
"-Stripped down and crawled in?" Regina supplied the end of Emma's question, while they both knew the answer.
"Yeah, that. I was upset when I came up here and I wasn't really familiar with the layout so I tried a few doors, and I found, uh, the nursery," Emma felt embarrassed to admit that she'd been snooping, but it really shouldn't be a secret from her.
"So you did," Regina answered, her expression seemed firm and impassive, but Emma knew that when the other woman looked the most understated that usually meant she was experiencing an avalanche of emotions.
"It's really nice, super cute and tasteful. Did you pick the colors out new? It smelled like fresh paint…" Emma started to ramble; figuring her best course of action was to complete the interior decorating skills. She might strike a chord of some sort.
"It was supposed to be a surprise," Regina shook her head and grabbed Emma's hand. Emma's lips formed an 'O' and she caught herself, realizing that she had been gesturing a little bit frantically for the hungover woman next to her to follow.
She swallowed and nodded, feeling even worse that she had somehow ruined the surprise. Emma felt glued into the pillow, but felt heated and antsy like she needed to go hide away. Regina gazed at her intensely and now took both her hands in hers.
"Do you—do you want the baby to live here?" Emma's lips twitched and it was hard to keep her voice steady even as she felt herself cracking mentally. She felt like it was a huge risk to ask such a vulnerable question, because Regina's answer would be so revealing.
Emma watched her with intensity, holding her breath. Regina's jaw tightened as she finished chewing. She dipped her head and pushed her hair behind her ear, and then took a maddeningly slow sip of her coffee.
Emma let out the breath she was holding when Regina blinked and started to speak. She looked just as frightened as Emma felt.
"I do. I want the baby to live here because not only will we be able to give the best care, we'll have privacy and peace. I had the nursery remodeled the day after you told me our news, dear," Regina seemed to be holding her breath after she spoke too.
"That makes the most sense," Emma agreed, she found her thoughts racing. Did Regina want her to live there too?
"Mom!" Henry busted in and then took a step back, realizing he was being entirely too loud. He could sense the tension in the room and his mothers were turned toward each other talking quietly. "Ma, here's your food! And Mom, here's your aspirin."
Emma twisted in bed, relieved for the interruption, but still feeling entirely like she didn't have a full set of answers. "Thanks, so much Henry. This is really special."
He smiled brightly at the compliment and moved around the bed to give the aspirin over to Regina. "The breakfast was absolutely delicious. I'm so glad you have the gift for cooking."
"Yep, talent and a good teacher," Emma agreed as she talked around a mouthful of cinnamon oatmeal. "You're lucky that cooking skills aren't genetic."
She winked then, and felt more in her element than she had all morning, although she was still in Regina's bed, in Regina's home and pregnant with Regina's baby. She shivered lightly with want, and she felt the threat of tears prick behind her eyes.
"Oh, Moms…um, Grandma knows Emma's here and she's downstairs. She wants to talk, but I told her I was making you breakfast in bed. She said she'd wait to come up until you finished," Henry dropped the bomb with a false cheerfulness, full well knowing he should have mentioned it first instead of last.
Emma suddenly lost her appetite, and let her spoon fall back to her plate half-heartedly. She looked to Regina for strength and saw an evil glint in her eye and a crazy smile blooming on her lips.
"Thank you, Henry. Yes, perhaps you should send Snow on up. Offer her some breakfast, don't be rude," Regina's tone was cool and collected, which made Emma worry a bit more frantically. What was she thinking?
"Okay, will do!" Henry was nothing but a ball of energy. He disappeared down the stairs, and Emma started to get up, but she felt Regina's nails dig into her wrist.
"What are you doing? Mom is here and while I do want to work things out, I hardly wanted to tackle it first thing in the morning. Leave it to Mary Margaret to be persistent!" Emma tried to pull away again; her main concern was to find her pants.
Regina hissed out a calming 'sshhh' to quiet Emma, and tugged her a bit more forcefully back into position.
"Finish your breakfast, Emma. We may have been in her home last night, but now she is in mine and uninvited at that. She can wait to ruin our Mother's day for a few more minutes."
Realization dawned on Emma and she scoffed at Regina's audacity. She wanted Snow to march right on up there and catch them in bed together. Emma knew that her mother, having heard about the circumstances resulting in the pregnancy, had probably lain awake all night traumatized and unwittingly thinking about it. Regina knew it too, and her pride and dignity had taken quite a hit, so perhaps the most effective way to gain the upper hand would be to scare Mary Margaret away with a physical display.
Emma pushed her plate back on the tray and Regina took it and sat it on the nightstand along with her own. She then turned back to Emma and scooted closer, her eyes straying down to Emma's chest, nothing but a very thin white tank top covered her. Regina could see the outline of her dark nipples beneath the fabric and she started to feel warmth spread down her spine as specific scenarios started to run through her mind. The temptation was growing stronger.
"You want my mom to see us in bed together," Emma stated the obvious, but her voice sounded a bit more confrontational then she meant too.
Regina didn't deny it; in fact, she tried to justify it.
"Need I remind you, that mistake or no, you came into my bed and haven't felt the need to vacate it up until now. Also, you were the one who suggested we make believe at being a couple. This is the perfect opportunity."
Emma wondered when exactly she had suggested that and why Regina looked so scandalized at the thought. She remembered at the doctor's office she'd suggested they let everyone assume they were lesbians to avoid questioning. Now Regina was hinting she wanted to make out in front of Emma's mom.
Emma wasn't going to allow it. If Regina did care for her in that way, anything that happened between them from here on out would be because they both wanted it for the right reasons. Not to perv out in front of Snow White.
"I wasn't suggesting make believe," Emma said and dropped her voice to a near whisper.
"But…" Regina's eyes widened and her eyebrows shot upwards almost to her hairline. Emma had never seen her so stricken looking. It was unbearable. "…Your pirate…Hook, what about him?"
Here it was. The moment that Emma had to admit to herself, let alone, Regina: how she really felt about her boyfriend.
"Here's the thing, Regina…" Emma winced as she realized how terrible a person it made her sound. "When I said we could be pretend lesbians, I wasn't really honest about the 'pretend' part. If anything, my relationship with Hook is the fake one. I'm just going through the motions with him. I don't want him, not really. With you…I feel…more."
A breathy gasp escaped Regina's lips and she searched Emma's eyes to read the rest of the emotions she conveyed silently. "It makes sense then…why we were able to conceive with magic. You wanted it too."
Emma felt a bit foggy; she didn't know what to think. They both heard footsteps approaching on the stairs, and they were a bit heavier and slower than Henry's.
Snow had decided she'd given them enough time.
"What are we going to tell her?" Emma asked. She felt confused and frantic once again. The urge to bolt from Regina's bed was so strong, but she realized it would look even worse if she were to get out now. Her pants were nowhere in view.
"I'm not telling her anything," Regina pointedly looked down at her nails, and then blankly at Emma.
There Snow stood in the half-open doorway. Her eyes were red-rimmed and there were dark circles under her eyes. She stared openly at the two women sitting up in bed together. Thankfully, they were both clothed.
Emma shied away, pulling the covers up a bit around herself, while Regina looked anywhere but at Snow. "Did you stop by to wish us a happy mother's day?"
Snow stayed silent for a minute. It was clear she wanted to know what was going on between them, but part of her didn't want to know. She looked torn.
"Yes…I did. I… had some time to think and I wanted to apologize for some of the comments I made last night," Snow paused, waiting for a reaction, but when none came from either woman she continued in a new direction. "Oh, Emma, honey. Please come home…I don't want you or the baby to feel unwelcome. I made a mistake in that. What's done is done no matter how it happened and who's involved. Uh, Regina…you're also welcome, but…I know you won't want to come over very often so it's probably best if…."
Emma steeled herself and held up a hand for her mother to just stop talking. Regina had that blank downcast look on her face again. Emma didn't like how Mary Margaret included Regina as an afterthought. She was still trying to protect herself.
"Mom, really? As you can see I'm completely comfortable right here," Emma purposely sought out Regina's hand with her own and wrapped her left arm around Regina's shoulders. She couldn't believe she was doing it, but it had the desired effect on Snow. Her eyes widened to the size of saucers, and Emma sounded as equally hopeful as she did bitter.
"We've got a nursery set up and everything. I think it will be a lot easier for…us… if you stay at home with your happy little family, and I will stay here with mine."
"That's outrageous! Emma, Regina is not your family…she did a horrible thing to you and now she's brainwashed you," Snow sucked in a deep breath. She looked like she knew she was insulting Regina in her own sanctuary, but she didn't care.
"Okay, the show is over. I'm done. If you can't believe that I'm happy with Regina, Henry and our new child, then there's no way I can convince you. Just go home, and enjoy the time with Dad and Neal."
Emma rustled the sheets with her legs as she turned over and buried her face against Regina's chest. She felt Regina stiffen in surprise for only the briefest of the moments before she was wholly and warmly enveloped by her arms.
"I hope you enjoyed the breakfast that Henry made," Regina said haughtily, and victorious smirk she sported was audible in her voice. Emma listened as Snow turned around and left without giving a comeback reply. She pulled back from their hug, and lifted her neck to place a thankful kiss on Regina's cheek.
She heard Regina hum and it spurred her on, she kissed her cheek again, and pressed her body closer, and now acutely aware of her chest was rubbing freely against the solidity of Regina's. The rough brush of Emma's tank top up against the warm silkiness of Regina's poorly buttoned pajamas felt instantly stimulating.
"Mmm," Emma moaned appreciatively up against Regina's ear as she took a deep breath and settled her weight half on top of her. Regina relaxed beneath her, sinking down into the mattress and letting her head rest on the pillows.
The position change opened up a nice expanse of Regina's neck to Emma's hungry mouth, and she kissed her again on the spot just below her ear. She lathed her tongue over it, and sucked lightly. The surge of sensation caused Regina to thread her fingers into Emma's hair and apply a bit of pressure to the back of head. Emma took the hint and kissed again, giving her neck a little nip and then licking it soothingly. The feelings took over; it was too good and Emma couldn't stop herself from wanting more.
She tore away from Regina's neck and aligned her mouth over Regina's, breathing the same air for a long ragged moment until Regina pushed her lips up while forcibly pressing Emma's head down and crushing their mouths together in a rough, messy kiss that announced the repressed want and passion between them.
They were both fighting against the urgency they felt to escalate things and give and take more from one another. Emma wanted her chance to enjoy Regina, and take her time. She wanted something softer and slower than they'd had before. Regina shifted again beneath the covers, she spread her legs and Emma shifted her bare legs in between Regina's purposefully and intently grinding her hips against her.
"Emma…" Regina hissed it like a warning as she broke free from their heated kiss. "I don't think we should be doing this."
"Why the hell not?" Emma said breathlessly, rocking against Regina nice and hard. She watched her gorgeous face with delight as Regina reacted to the prickles of pleasure running through her body. She was so expressive like this, and Emma wanted to see everything. She wanted to make Regina's body sing loudly underneath her own.
Regina fought her natural desire and dug her fingernails into Emma's hips and pushed her away. Emma groaned and sat back on her heels, while Regina scrambled to sitting. She pulled her knees up to her chest, effectively blocking out Emma if she tried anything else.
"I know…" Emma looked away, blushing. The arousal she felt hadn't subsided at all. If anything she ached more with frustration from being interrupted. "You love Robin, and you're not the Evil Queen anymore. That was just a weird thing that happened…"
"No, no…that's not it," Regina tried to correct her instantly.
"What then? My mom isn't giving us an audience so it's not worth it? That's sick," Emma spat out the words. Her anger stemmed from the perceived rejection.
Regina took a breath, and felt a shudder rip through her aching chest.
