"Sorry, I don't think I heard you correctly," the Queen said slowly after a few moments of silence, her face showing complete disbelief at the statement.
The doctor smiled without it reaching his eyes. "I said, I believe you are pregnant, your Majesty," he repeated carefully. "I will have to run some tests to confirm for definite, but all the symptoms you've listed: nausea, vomiting, dizziness," he listed them off on his fingers, "amongst other things all add up to pregnancy."
"But I can't be," she muttered, more to herself than anyone else and Emma understood why. Regina had only recently slept with another woman. It wasn't biologically possible.
If Emma was jealous or possessive, she would have been worried that Regina had cheated on her, but she knew that wasn't the case. The two had spent practically every night together for the past month since the first time they were together and had spent most of the days together too. Yes, there was a very slight possibility that Regina had slept with someone else when she went on state visits, but Emma knew in her gut that if the Queen really was pregnant, the baby was hers.
She should be excited. She was going to be having another child! But then Henry's face flashed in her eyes again. She blinked rapidly, in a, failing, attempt to concentrate on what was going on right now, not technically years in the future.
"I will run the tests and confirm within forty-eight hours, your Majesty," the doctors said, bringing Emma back to the conversation. "If I may?"
Reluctantly, the Queen nodded and allowed the doctor to take some blood and anything else he needed. He then collected his belongings and bid his goodbye before leaving the room, leaving Emma and Regina behind.
Regina's eyes didn't leave Emma's as the blonde slowly walked over to where the Queen was lying in bed. She perched beside her and smoothed her hair down, tucking a loose strand behind her ear. She then ran her finger down Regina's chest softly before stopping on her stomach, pressing her hand gently against it, as if trying to feel the baby.
"If I am…pregnant," Regina said slowly, barely above a whisper, "the only other parent it could have is you. I promise you, there is no one else."
Emma looked up from her stomach and looked into the chocolate eyes. She wanted to say something, she knew she needed to, but she didn't know what. The Regina of the future didn't have a child, she had never mentioned having one, not even the miscarriage. What on earth was she meant to do now? How could she leave Regina in the past, carrying her child, to get back to her family and Henry in the future? Then again, would Regina even adopt Henry if she had a child? Would she even cast the curse?
Despite knowing she should feel thrilled at the idea that she was going to have another child, she was struggling to access that happiness. She didn't know what to feel.
"Emma, say something?" The Queen pleaded slowly when Emma's silence continued. "Please."
"I…I can't," Emma muttered. She leant forward and pressed a soft kiss against Regina's forehead before standing up and backing away slowly. "I'm sorry." She then turned and ran. Once she started, she didn't stop. She just kept going.
She ran along the corridors, through all the twists and turns, passing many confused guards. Some called after her to check if she was okay, but she ignored them. Soon enough, she was out the castle completely, yet she still didn't stop, simply running in any direction to an unknown destination.
Before she knew it, she was in the middle of a small village. It was packed with people going to the markets and getting on with their business. However, when Emma appeared, they all turned and stared at her. Looking down, Emma realised why. She was wearing a dress that probably cost more than the entire village earned in a year. She was red faced and panting, completely out of breath from running. She must have also looked insane.
Glancing round, she tried to find someone she recognised but she couldn't. Instead, she turned on her heel and carried on running as best she could in the dress. Once out of the village, she waved her hand over her and the dress was replaced by her jeans and a jumper and a pair of comfortable trainers. Another wave and she cast the disillusion charm on herself. If anyone saw her, they wouldn't know it was a person, they would just think it was a trick of the light. She just wanted to feel like herself in that moment.
Instead of running again, she found a large rock and sat down. She rested her head in her hands and let the sob out that she didn't know she was fighting.
"Oh, fuck," she muttered to no one. "What am I meant to do now?"
After the first sob, she let out the rest of the tears. She cried for a future that may not happen. She cried for her family that she missed. She cried for her little brother that she didn't know. She didn't even know his name! Finally, she cried for Regina and the love that she would have to leave. Because she had to leave. She did. She had to get back to her family and, more importantly, Henry.
By the way things were going, she hadn't really changed much about the future, only Regina's life. That could be amended. Perhaps she could slip her a memory potion? No, she could never do that. Even if she wasn't pregnant.
Pregnant.
Regina was pregnant.
The Evil Queen was pregnant.
And it was with her baby.
She repeated that over and over to herself. The Evil Queen was pregnant with her child. The more she thought about it though, the more it sank in.
No, not the Evil Queen, it was Regina. Regina, the woman she loved, her True Love, was pregnant with her child. Their love was so strong, so pure, and so true that they had created a life. A life that would be 50/50 them. She, Emma already had a gut feeling it would be a girl, would be sassy like Regina. She would roll her eyes before she could talk and raise her eyebrow perfectly in disbelief. She'd be independent, a trait she'd pick up from both her mothers. She wouldn't take any nonsense from anyone. She'd be loyal and kind but a little bit mischievous just like Emma was.
Suddenly, Emma was picturing a little girl with long blonde wavy hair but with dark chocolate brown eyes and full lips. She was the perfect blend of both Emma and Regina with long limbs from Emma and slightly tanned skin from Regina.
She would be perfect.
All of a sudden, she felt better. Yes, she still had no idea what she would do but just like her small epiphany after her hot chocolate, she knew everything would work out in the end because she loved Regina and she already loved their little girl who was yet to even fully be.
With the happy feeling radiating from within, Emma waved her hand once more to dress herself back in her dress was wearing. She shut her eyes and imagined her love. She felt happy and calm, unlike the last time she'd tried poofing. She felt confident. With a flick of her wrist, she felt the familiar white smoke surround her to transport her back.
Once she knew the transportation was over, she opened her eyes and was greeted with a heart-breaking sight.
The Queen was sitting up in her bed, hunched over, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed. Emma felt dreadful.
In seconds, the blonde crossed the room and pulled the Queen into her arms. At the movement, Regina looked up.
"Emma," she whispered hoarsely.
"I'm here," Emma assured her. "I'm sorry I ran, but I'm here."
"Emma," the Queen repeated before launching herself into Emma's arms, burying her head into Emma's neck and clinging to her.
Emma soothingly rubbed her back, whispering sweet nothings into her ear in attempt to calm her down. It took a while, but the Queen's sobs started to slow as she took deep breaths. She loosened her grip on the blonde but didn't let go, nor did she move her head from her neck.
"Why did you leave?" Regina mumbled. Emma could barely make out her words as her lips were pressed against her skin. "Don't you believe me?"
"Of course, I believe you," Emma said quickly. She pulled back so that she could look Regina in the eye. Her eyes were red raw, still filled with unshed tears. "I just sometimes have to remove myself from a situation when I don't know how to react. But what I do know is that if you are pregnant, there's no doubt that she's mine."
At the use of she, Regina half smiled. "She?"
Emma couldn't help herself as her mouth formed a grin. "Yeah." She reached down and pressed her hand gently against Regina's stomach, caressing it with small circles. "I have that gut feeling." She moved her hand and slipped it under Regina's chin. She cupped it and ran her thumb softly over her cheek. "I have no idea what's going to happen, but I promise, I'm not going anywhere for now. This child, if you are pregnant, is ours and nothing makes me happier than that." She took a deep breath. "I love you, Regina. I love you more than I thought it was possible to love someone. I don't know what's going to happen but what I know for sure, is that I'll love you forever and," she smiled softly, "I already love our baby."
After hearing that, Regina leapt forward and sealed her lips to Emma's. She smiled into the kiss, laughing even, and she pushed Emma flat on her back. She straddled her hips and looked down at the blonde. Her sadness forgotten as heart filled with joy and excitement.
"I love you too," Regina said, rejoicing at what she heard before becoming serious with a sigh. "We just have to figure out how to go about the pregnancy as I'm an unmarried Queen."
Emma bit her lip, stumped for an answer. "I don't know," she admitted before pulling Regina down snuggly on top of her. "But we have time to figure it out."
oOoOo
The doctor returned before the forty-eight hours were up, bringing the confirmation that Regina really was pregnant. Four weeks pregnant to be exact.
As before, Emma was by the Queen's side when she found out the news and the doctor looked between the two of them in confusion.
"If I may, your Majesty," the doctor said cautiously, "who is the father?"
Both women tensed at the question. They hadn't really spoken about it. They had spent most of the last couple of days in the washroom, Regina throwing up and Emma holding her hair and cleaning it up. Regina had also decided to continue with Emma's magic lessons, wanting to test her to see how powerful she was.
The evening before, when the two were curled up in bed, Regina asked Emma how she got her magic, knowing the Snow and her prince didn't have any. While talking, Regina revealed she had also contacted Maleficent and found out that Charming had escaped, but she was too busy to recapture him. She was having more trouble with King Stefan and his wife.
Emma admitted quietly that her magic came from the fact that her parents were True Love. Regina had rolled her eyes at that but accepted it. She tried to be angry at the idea that Snow would grow up happy and have her True Love, but then again, without that, Regina wouldn't have hers.
At the doctor's question, Emma glanced over worriedly at the Queen whose facial expression hadn't shifted. It was as if she was prepared for the question.
"I don't believe that is in your right to know," Regina said slowly, a slight hint of venom in her voice. "If you have nothing else to report, then kindly leave. If not, I will have one of my guards escort you out."
At the mild threat, the doctor hurriedly packed up his belongings and was on his way before Emma could count to five.
"I'll be back in a few days with the medication you will have to take," he called over his shoulder.
Emma chuckled quietly at his panicked walk away as it was rude to run away from a Queen.
Once he was gone and the door had shut firmly behind him, Emma turned to the Queen. She sighed as she perched on the bed once more.
"We're going to have to figure that one out eventually, you know," Emma said softly.
"I know," Regina sighed. She reached forward and twirled a strand of Emma's hair around her finger. "My father is coming for dinner tonight," she revealed. "I thought we could tell him and then ask him what he thinks?"
Emma's eyes widened and she swallowed. "Umm, yeah, I guess." She bit her lip nervously. "But then he'll know."
Regina raised her eyebrow. "He'll know what?" She asked.
"That, we've, um, you know," Emma stuttered and the Queen smirked, realising what Emma was getting at.
"He'll know what, darling?"
"That I've slept with his daughter!" Emma cried. "I'll have to look my former boss in the eye and admit that, not only have I seen his daughter naked and made love to you, but that I've also knocked you up and we're not even married!" Emma had to try so hard to not say yet but she didn't know what marrying the Queen would do to the timeline, so she didn't say anything, for now. "He's gonna kill me!"
At the admission, Regina burst out laughing. "Honey, you've been living in my quarters with me for the past month sharing my bed," she reminded the blonde with a laugh in her voice. "He knows full well what we've been doing, he's not stupid."
She rolled her eyes before slowly getting onto her knees. She raised one leg and slipped it over Emma's lap, straddling her. The blonde shifted back on the bed, slipping her arms around the Queen, resting them against her backside. She squeezed softly and the Queen sighed in delight.
"Besides, you don't hear me complaining about all the times we've made love," Regina teased before leaning forward and trailing her tongue lightly around the shell of Emma's ear, breathing teasingly against it. "Make love to me," she whispered.
Emma smiled at the request. She tightened her grasp on the Queen's thighs and stood up. She turned them around and gently dropped the Queen into the centre of the bed. With a wave of her hand, Regina's dark dress was removed and folded neatly on a nearby chair. Emma reached to the back of her dress and pulled the zipper down before stepping out of it, allowing it to pool around her ankles.
The Queen's eyes deepened at the newly undressed Emma. She hadn't worn a bra under her dress and her panties barely classed as clothing they were that thin. Regina raised her hand and beckoned the blonde to her. "Come closer, my love," she instructed.
Slowly, Emma crawled onto the bed, resting above the Queen. She reached down and kissed her passionately, allowing Regina's tongue to slip deep into her mouth, brushing against her own. Regina soon broke off the kiss and kissed down her body before she was in front of Emma's breasts. Leaning forward, she sealed her mouth around her left nipple, alternating between swirls of her tongue and harsh nips that were quickly followed by a soothing kiss. With each nip, Emma's hips bucked.
"Fuck, Regina!" She gasped before balancing on one hand, threading her fingers through the chocolate locks, pulling her closer to her chest. "That feels amazing."
Regina smirked, nipping it one more time before leaving a trail of kisses towards Emma's other nipple, giving it the same treatment. Once satisfied, she started to lay down, her head slightly below the pillows.
The blonde's head tilted to the side in confusion. Usually when Regina was on the receiving end, she would settle herself on top of the pillows.
"Come closer," Regina whispered again, her voice thick with lust. "Come on top of me." Emma's eyes widened and darkened even more, finally understanding Regina's actions. "Don't leave your Queen waiting." Emma nodded eagerly before moving to remove her panties. "Leave them on."
At the request, Emma's hand flew away from the seams. She was confused but trusted the Queen implicitly. Slowly, she shifted forward until her core was mere millimetres away from Regina's mouth, resting her hands on the bed frame. Her heart was thrumming in excitement. She felt Regina's arms wrap around her thighs, closing the gap between her core and the Queen's mouth.
Then suddenly, she felt Regina's tongue snake out and lick her through her panties and she moaned at the sensation. It was light and teasing. There was no way she'd be able to come from the indirectness of it, but she could still feel the Queen and that was enough. Regina licked her again, this time harder, but still it wasn't enough.
Unconsciously, Emma pressed herself lower, grinding herself onto the Queen's mouth, indirectly asking for more. Suddenly, she felt a sharp nip to her clit causing her to gasp in pain.
"You will receive what your Queen wants to give," Regina instructed, her voice slightly muffled by Emma's thighs.
"I'm sorry!" Emma gasped. "Forgive me, my Queen."
"Better," Regina replied before returning the prize in front of her. She ran her tongue up and down the blonde's still clad core before wrapping her lips around her covered clit and sucking twice. She removed one arm from around Emma's thighs and flicked her wrist, finally removing the blonde's thong. Soon enough, the Queen was trailing her tongue through Emma's sopping folds, drinking her down like a sweet wine. "You are delicious."
Emma could only moan in delight despite the compliment. Her hands moved in their own accord. One reached down and threaded in Regina's hair. She didn't pull her face closer because of the treatment she received a few moments ago, this time she just rested her hand there. The other reached up and squeezed her breast, tweaking her nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Regina saw this in the corner of her eye and couldn't stop the moan that emitted at the sight of Emma pleasing herself. The vibration of the moan sent pleasurable waves though the blonde and she moaned again.
"Fuck, Ginny, so good!"
Regina's actions stuttered at the use of a nickname she'd never heard before, but the way Emma said it, she wanted to hear it over and over again. She snaked her tongue through her folds before slipping her tongue further down. She stiffened it and thrust inside the blonde, reaching as deeply as she could. Emma couldn't help herself as she started to bounce against it, riding the Queen's tongue. As she dipped down, Regina's nose bumped against her clit.
"I'm gonna come!" Emma cried. Now unable to help herself, she pulled Regina's face closer to her.
Far too occupied with what she was doing, the Queen allowed it, secretly glad as she was now able to thrust even deeper into the blonde, hitting her clit with her nose with each thrust. She wrapped her arms tighter around Emma's ass and spread her cheeks apart. She slipped one finger through her folds, allowing it to moisten slightly before returning to where it had been. Slowly, she ran her finger to the hole Emma never let any one touch. Regina swirled her finger around the rosebud before pressing the pad against it firmly, not quite slipping inside.
"Yes!" Emma shouted at the sensation throwing her head back. She bounced faster against the Queen's face and finger.
Regina pressed slightly harder, timing it with the thrust of her tongue and the bump of her nose and Emma saw stars.
"REGINA!" Emma cried as she crested, more powerfully than ever.
The Queen continued her movements, allowing Emma to ride out her pleasure. She drank down Emma's come as she slowed her movements. Before long, Emma flopped to the side, panting rapidly, trying to regain her breath. It took a few minutes, but she soon crawled back to the Queen. She kissed her deeply, sighing in pleasure at the taste of herself on her tongue.
"That was the most amazing orgasm of my life," she revealed before kissing the Queen again. "I never, ever, let anyone touch me there but…" she trailed off, not knowing how to finish it.
"Well I'm glad you allowed me the honour," Regina replied before kissing the blonde again.
"I'll let you do anything," Emma admitted, before pressing another passionate kiss to the Queen's lips. She pulled back and smirked as she slowly trailed her forefinger down Regina's chest before cupping her soaking sex through her ruined panties. "Now, let me show you what I can do."