Thanksgiving Day Henry finally decided to wake while in the presence of both mothers.
"Well, speak of the devil." Regina chuckled. "No, that doesn't sound right. You're not a fallen angel; your halo's still attached." She kissed his very small nose before situating him in her lap so that he was facing Emma. "Who's that?"
Recognition was made clear as tiny arms and legs shot out, causing the red blanket to fall to the floor. He wanted to cuddle.
"Yeah, you recognize your mommy, don't you?" Regina dropped a kiss to the top of his head. "You gotta be careful with her, okay? She needs her rest." She waited for him to stop wriggling before she placed his small frame on top of his other mother. He resembled a koala bear, head nestled against her chest with an arm and a leg slung over either side of her body. It was, in fact, the exact way he'd insisted on sleeping on Regina the previous night no matter how many times she'd peeled him off and placed him at her side. Regina smiled. "Okay, no way can I pass this up." She pulled her camera out of her purse and took a couple steps back so she could get both of them in the shot. Just as she pressed the button, Henry looked right at the camera.
"Such a ham," Regina commented as she returned the camera to her purse. Not long after she heard footsteps approaching the door. "Okay, baby boy." She gently took him back into her arms, not wanting to get in trouble for disturbing the patient or whatever by whoever was coming to probably check her vitals.
When the door opened, Regina wasn't expecting the neonatal specialist to be in the doorway. She raised an eyebrow. "We keep running into each other and I'm starting to think it's not a coincidence."
The other woman shrugged. "It's Thanksgiving. I come bearing pie." The tiniest serving of pumpkin pie Regina had ever seen was held up. "All patients are given them, and if they can't eat it for one reason or another, it goes to whomever is visiting them."
Regina had to wonder what would happen in the case where the patients who couldn't eat it didn't have any visitors, but she wasn't about to question free pumpkin pie. "That's thoughtful." She shifted Henry in her lap so she had a free hand to take the pie in its tin serving bowl that was offered to her. "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
"I don't think we have a neonatal specialist in Storybrooke," Regina mused aloud.
The other woman laughed. "Trying to steal me up north, are you?"
"Maybe. You're the only one I've seen here who seems to care about Miss Swan outside of your job requirement. I was thinking of making the transfer in between Christmas and the New Year. It would be nice to have the same level of care at our hospital. While being in the same city would allow me to visit much more often, I'm still Mayor and my schedule is always hectic. Having someone around that was there in the beginning would prove useful." She noticed Henry stretching to reach his fallen blanket and sat the pie on the floor for a second as she retrieved it for him.
"And here I was making a joke." It wasn't every day one got offered a job straight from a mayor.
"Of course, that's just my side of things. You may have ties here that you don't wish to cut. It would be nice, is all."
"Perhaps I can schedule a trip, see what it's like."
"A doctor by the name of Whale may try to hit on you. Consider it an occupational hazard."
The woman chuckled. "Alright. I'll let you get back to your visit now."
The three were left alone once again. Regina contemplated which was the best way to eat the pie as she wasn't given any silverware, plastic or otherwise. It was a tiny thing so in the end she managed to peel the tin away and ate it whole. Not the most graceful, but it wasn't as if she were being watched and her options had been limited.
She caught tiny brown eyes peering up at her at the closest thing to jealousy a six week old child could manage. She smiled once it was swallowed. "Maybe next year, buddy." Pumpkin pie was definitely a no no for a child so young. She pressed a kiss to his forehead. She had to laugh at the sight of crumbs sticking to where her lips had been. "Sorry." She brushed them off, making sure to do it off to the side so they wouldn't land in small but thick tufts of hair he was growing in.
The rest of the visit was spent in companionable silence, after Regina had gotten the venting out she'd needed to the previous night and had rambled about Henry's growth and progress before the child and question had woken up, she found there was little else to talk about. That was fine with her, it gave Emma's ears a chance to rest. Plus she'd gotten quite the picturesque picture out of the visit, so she could hardly say it wasn't worth it.
All in all, Regina had a good Thanksgiving that year.