Emma was sitting close enough to Regina that their shoulders were touching and she had to admit she found it comforting.

"That's way too big for a normal hand, not to mention the dent."

"You deductive logic is flawless as usual, Sheriff. I would say we have an ogre on our hands. It must've been keeping a low profile until whatever caused this. Any witnesses?"

"No, just the dent. What should we do?"

"I think we better find him…or her. If they're around we need to know why and what they're up to."

Emma put the phone back in her pocket and snuck a quick glance over her shoulder to ensure the guys in the kitchen were occupied. "On another note, we've got two more days. Are we on for later?"

Regina was overcome by a yawn before she could answer.

"Wow. Try to contain your excitement," Emma's shoulders dropped and a slight pout came over her features.

Regina gave a short laugh. "I think the transformation, although admittedly…small, took more out of me than I expected."

"And then I kept you up," she smirked.

She smiled. This felt so…comfortable, and Emma looked so damn cute with that pony tail and in those jeans. She put her hand on Emma's knee and gave it a tiny squeeze.

"There's no need to wait. The master chefs in there will probably be awhile. Snow is out shopping or something. The moon has cycled and is back up. Quickie upstairs?" she asked with a tilt of her head.

Emma felt a shot of arousal to her center that was so strong she almost doubled over. Especially when she looked in Regina's eyes and saw she was completely serious. Regina and her…in her parent's home? Upstairs-where they could get caught?

"On second thought, the idea of conceiving our child surrounded by Snow's unbearable interior decorating choices really has no appeal to me," she sighed, withdrawing her hand from Emma's knee.

She could feel her face was flushing but hoped it wasn't too obvious. "My apartment then? It's not far," she said hurriedly. "We could even, you know, poof or whatever." Keep it cool, Swan, she chided herself, but that piece of self advice was a little too late.

Regina leaned back and appraised her for a moment. "Well, aren't we eager? Was all of this a ploy just to get in my pants?"

"If it was, I think it would be a pretty lousy one. A better one would be to fake a terminal illness then afterwards declare a miraculous turn around and cure," she smiled.

"Probably so." She placed her hand back on Emma's knee and slid it upwards. "But ploy or not, you're pretty turned on right now, aren't you?" Her fingers skimmed along the damp juncture of her jeans. "What was it? Doing it in your parents' home with their former enemy? The chance of getting caught?"

Emma closed her eyes and tried to breathe normally. This was torture, and it frightened her just a bit how much power the woman clearly had over her. She imagined the hand that was teasing her now slipping under her jeans and she almost gasped.

The brunette watched her curiously. My god, this woman was truly hers. She could tell, a skill she learned back in the old days, of knowing who was loyal and who was not. And Emma Swan, underneath the leather and tough girl swagger, was a subject of the Queen.

"What do you want Emma?" she asked quietly.

Green eyes opened and locked with hers. "Just you," she said with determination.

"Tell the boys we'll be back in a bit. I'll meet you at your place." And in a cloud of purple she was gone.

When Emma entered her apartment she looked like she had run the entire way. Regina had been waiting impatiently and was looking through the cabinets for a glass.

"Emma, I thought you would take the hint and transport after me."

"My poofing needs work, okay?" She stripped her jacket off and tossed it aside, not even caring where it landed. Why was Regina digging around in the kitchen cabinets?

"You should take care of that," she commented, getting down a glass.

Emma came up from behind her and took a hold of her by her hips. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"Trying to get what we need for the spell, remember? Or did you already forget about that part?"

"Maybe. I can't help it."

It seemed like an unfair amount of time was taken up scrounging up the items for the spell in Emma's apartment. Once it was done Emma grabbed the brunette and kissed her roughly, pushing her against the kitchen counter. Regina was a little taken aback by the Savior's enthusiasm but she was more than happy to get carried away with her. She felt the change happening but happily Emma was keeping her busy enough that it wasn't the distraction it was before. She felt the blonde pull the hem of her shirt free of her waist band and run her hands under the material and up her bare back. Teeth nipped at her neck and Emma whispered in her ear.

"Couch, now. And get these pants off."

Regina practically tripped over her own feet to follow the order. She somehow managed to get to the couch, kick off her shoes and get her pants off in a series of maneuvers that surprised even her.

Emma pushed her back on the couch and unbuttoned her jeans. "It was driving me mad, all the way over here. Just the thought…" She kicked her jeans across the room and shimmied out of her red thong.

"No foreplay today, Princess?" Regina smiled. She was decidedly try not to look down at the…thing in her underwear. Luckily Emma took things in hand again this time to relieve Regina of the discomfort. She straddled the queen quickly, pulled her underwear aside, and guided her inside.

Regina gasped at the suddenness of it. She leaned forward and rested her forehead against Emma's shoulder, trying to regain her breathe.

"Too quick, your majesty?" Emma asked. "I'm sorry, I just wanted you, needed you." She took the brunette's head in her hands and moved her away from her shoulder so she could kiss her gently. "Touch me like you did last night."

And Regina did as she pushed up into her over and over until her orgasm washed over her, and darkness followed.

As her consciousness slowly returned she could hear Emma talking quietly to someone. The more the fog lifted the better she could hear.

"Your mom's really tired, she needs to rest. Just make some plates for us and bring them over. We'll eat here, just the three of us, ok? Give your grandad a raincheck." There was a pause. "A raincheck is a…just tell him we'll do it another time. See you soon."

Regina's eyelids begrudgingly followed her command to open and she saw Emma sitting at the end of the couch. She was in a pair of grey sweatpants and a white tank top. Regina was still naked from the waist down but covered with a soft white blanket.

"Emma," she whispered. "What happened?"

The blonde startled at her voice and looked over at her like she had just come out of a coma. "You passed out! You scared the hell out of me! I mean, I am pretty great and all but knocking someone unconscious is a bit much. The only thing that kept me from getting you to the hospital was you were mumbling in your sleep. Can you sit up?"

She could, but her head swam and Emma had to help her part of the way.

"We're doing this wrong, Regina. Something is off."

"Physical transformations can be draining. And I did tell you I wasn't good with a…wand." Speaking of which she peeked under the blanket and was relieved to see it was gone.
"No, we've got this wrong somehow. I think we need to share the load more. Right now I feel like you're doing all the magic work. You need to draw from me, or I need to send magic to you, I'm not sure."

"We've got one more try, then we have to wait a month. We'll figure it out, Emma."

She nodded and then fixed her with a very serious look. "I think we should talk to Henry. If we're successful he'll be getting a new sibling and I want to know how he feels about it. I don't know why I didn't think about it sooner. This will impact him too."

"I agree, it sounds like from your conversation on the phone he's on his way?"

"Yea."

"I'd like to be wearing pants when he gets here."

"That's a good idea. I also think you should stay here tonight. I don't trust you on your own."

Regina was too tired to argue, and when that happened she knew Emma had already proved her point. She didn't even care when offered a faded blue and white striped pajama bottoms and a loose fitting sweat shirt to wear. As she caught a glimpse of herself in the bathroom mirror she realized the blonde was right, they must be going about this the wrong way, there was no way she should be this tired. Creating life out of thin air was no small task, she chided herself. She splashed some water on her face and and opened the door.

Henry was setting the table and was setting out forks and knives when he saw her. He stopped mid motion and stared at her.

"You look as awful as those pajamas," he said.

She sighed and ran her hand through her dark hair. "Thanks, good to see you too."

Soon they were sitting around Emma's small circular dinner table, eating the catch of the day while Henry retold the story of the day's fishing with some embellishment. Regina found she did have quite an appetite and cleared her plate quickly. She waited impatiently for the other two to finish so they could have the discussion. Now was as good a time as any, she reasoned. When they were picking at the remnants of their food she decided to get the ball rolling.

"Henry, how would you feel about being a big brother?" No point in preamble, she thought, let's just get to it.

Emma and Henry both got wide eyed. Henry she suspected but Emma shouldn't be giving her a surprised look. She gave her a kick under the table and returned her attention to their son.

"What! Are you pregnant? Is that why you're all…tired and stuff?" He looked desperately between the two of them, his brow furrowed in confusion.

Regina sighed, "No, Henry. I'm asking because your mother and I…" She looked over at Emma who appeared to be hanging on her every word like a mystery was being unveiled. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Blondes; they had a reputation for a reason. Thanks for the help, Savior. "We…" Was this really happening? The surreal-ness of it struck her mute and she found words hazy and hard to find.

"I want to have a baby with your Mom," Emma said.

Henry said nothing for several moments, eyes bouncing between his two mothers. "Are you fucking with me?"