Emma never imagined that at the ripe old age of thirty six she would be in the position she is now- wedged between the couch and the coffee table, attempting to crawl across the floor alongside a five and three year old.

"Mommy," the five year old 'whispers' in Emma's ear, "what happens if we're captured?"

"If we're captured, it's every man for himself," Emma replies conspiratorially.

To which the three year old crinkles her nose and responds, "Mommy, we're not a men."

"That is true, baby, we aren't men, but it's just an expression," Emma replies quickly. "Okay, are we ready troops?"

"Yea!" Both girls answer simulatenously.

Emma shushes them with a finger to her mouth as they all begin to crawl forward toward the kitchen. Their progress is laborious and slow, but they make their way quietly across the floor of the family room on stomachs and elbows before inching into the kitchen where Emma catches a glimpse of her wife leaning against the counter by the refrigerator gesturing with her hands while talking into the phone pressed between her shoulder and ear.

"Alright," Emma whispers as loudly as she dares. "This is it. You remember the plan?" Both girls nod dramatically while Emma just smirks at them. "Here goes nothing," she whispers mostly to herself as she stands up to walk around the other side of the counter and wrap her arms around her wife's middle before pecking soft kisses onto the skin of her neck.

"Hi, beautiful," Emma whispers into Regina's hair as her wife ends her phone call.

"Hi yourself," Regina responds, leaning back into her wife's strong arms. They stay like this for a moment, wrapped in each other's warmth before Regina turns in the embrace to look Emma in the eyes. "The house is too quiet," she states before glancing around her.

"It's not too quiet. It's perfect," Emma responds before placing her hands on her wife's cheeks and pulling her into a firm but loving kiss.

"Emma," Regina breathes as she pulls away. "Stop trying to distract me. Where are our children?"

"Oh, they're, umm, reading, quietly, together, on the couch," Emma stutters, which has Regina's eyes narrowing disbelievingly.

"Emma Swan-Mills," she says threateningly. "Where are our children?"

Emma looks suitably chastised before turning her gaze to the floor and responding, "I just told you, honey, they're-"

It's at this exact moment that two very familiar giggles can be heard coming from the opposite end of the countertop. As Regina looks up to locate where the sound came from, she notices two very distinct blonde heads of hair ducking back down behind the counter before giggling again.

Regina goes to call them out of their current hiding spot when Emma interrupts her thought and warns them, "Girls, we've been made! Run! I'll hold her off!" Suddenly two emerald eyed cuties come screaming from behind the counter and head as quickly as they can for the stairs while Regina merely giggles into Emma's neck, as Emma continues 'holding her off'.

"Go, girls! Go! Save yourselves!" Emma stops when she hears the pitter patter of little feet and breathless giggles on the landing, heading toward the girls' room and begins placing loving kisses on her wife's jaw. "That was fun." Regina just laughs at her.

"Tell me, dear, what was the point of that?" Regina says before humming deeply in the back of her throat when Emma puts a well-placed kiss on the sensitive spot under her ear.

"That was me successfully getting the girls out of the room for at least the next six minutes, so that I can do this-" Emma smirks as she wraps her arms as tightly around her wife as she can before kissing her deeply, dragging her tongue over Regina's plump red lips before biting down enticingly on the bottom one.

"Mmm," Regina moans, "And why did you want to do that so badly?"

"Because I'm madly in love with you, and I haven't showed you yet today," Emma responds while rubbing her hands up and down her wife's back.

Regina grins brightly at her wife, "Well, I happen to be madly in love you with as well."

"Good. Otherwise, this whole married, living together, having lots of sex and babies thing might have been slightly less thrilling." Regina laughs.

"Perhaps. Although, we haven't had sex today yet," Regina responds matter of factly before winking at her wife.

"Not for lack of trying," Emma whines into her wife's neck as she presses herself further into her love. Regina merely chuckles anew.

"I know, dear."

"You're so sexy," Emma continues whining.

"I'm glad you still think so," Regina responds, sounding slightly self conscious.

Emma picks up on the insecure lull in her wife's voice, "Are you kidding? I don't think I have ever been more attracted to another human being in all my life than I am to you right now. And that includes that time you wore that black dress with the slit up your thigh and those red hooker pumps."

"Well," Regina responds through a self satisfied smirk, "That is saying something, isn't it? That dress is the sexiest piece of clothing I own."

"Mmm," Emma hums appreciatively as Regina places a kiss on her throat, "That may be so, but it will never hold a candle to right now."

Regina laughs again as she and Emma remain in each other's embrace, swaying slightly and pressing tender kisses to each other's skin. The moment is cut far too short when the sound of arguing can be heard coming from the girls' room upstairs. Emma audibly groans as she begins slowly extracting herself from her wife's arms.

"That's my cue," she says dejectedly as she places one last peck on the tip of her wife's nose before turning to head up the stairs.

"That it is," Regina responds to her wife's retreating form. "Oh, Emma-" Regina calls before her wife can get too far away.

"Yes, baby?" Emma questions as her blonde head pokes back into the kitchen.

"Don't forget my doctor's appointment is tomorrow afternoon. I know you said you have to go to the station for a little while in the morning, but I would prefer you not be late."

"Yes ma'am," Emma responds sarcastically to her wife, earning an eye roll from Regina. Emma saunters back over before placing a kiss on her wife's temple, "I wouldn't miss it for the world." She pauses to soak in her wife's scent before continuing, "Now, if you will please excuse me, I have to go ensure that the two already born small humans that reside in this house don't tear each other apart before we can welcome the next one into the world."

Regina shakes her head and laughs before rubbing her palm gently over her growing middle, "We definitely wouldn't want that."