AN: Wow… I almost didn't make it this week… For my delay, I will try to post again on the fourth… I don't have to work, and it's going to be a whole lot of nothing… hopefully. Anyways… Gonna try to post again on Wednesday! And, I know that this is a chapter that's main purpose is to pass time, but I hope you like it!

Regina, Emma, Mary—Mom and Dad… Emma's mom and dad, Regina refused to call them any such thing and they were only more than happy of that fact… They are all settled around the coffee table in Emma and Regina's living room. They've probably been there for a silent half hour drinking tea. That silent half hour has dragged on and on and it really feels to Emma like it's been a full 24 hours since they greeted her parents at the door.

Finally David—Dad cuts into the silence, "So… How have you ladies been since the big day?" He asks politely.

"Fine." Emma answers… and there it is again.

Silence.

Regina leans forward, setting her cup and saucer on the coffee tray. She sits back once more and puts her hand on Emma's knee then lets it fall to the inside. She pinches Emma to get her attention. She silently tells her that if Emma doesn't start talking soon then she is going to and it won't be as exciting for them coming from the heinous woman that's married to their baby girl, the most precious gift of everything ever.

"So… I was conceived on your wedding night right?" Emma starts in asking… the most awkward question she's ever asked her parents. She realizes that this is information parents provided to embarrass their children… it isn't wanted by the children… Oh well, too late now.

Snow and James look at each other, "Uh, well… yes… Yes, you were." Snow says in a calm tone.

"So it took nine months total for me to bake and stuff? I wasn't like a… like a preemie or anything?"

"No Emma, darling, you were born nine months later…" Snow replies.

Emma lets out a breath and looks at Regina with a smile. Regina gives her wife a pained look and pleads for her to get the show on the road. Emma takes Regina's hand as she sits forward, setting her china on the tray as well.

"Right… okay… so…" She takes a breath, "Hey, remember how I was conceived on your wedding night?" Her parents stare at her, but she continues, choosing to ignore their concerned stares, "Aaaand remember how there's magic in this world now?"

They both nod completely in unison.

"Well… Regina and I are like mini-yous… We're going to have a magic baby, and nine months from now shit's gonna get real… apparently." She mumbles from 'and' on, hoping that the focus would be on the happy part.

Snow stands up, instant tears formed in her eyes, "Oh Emma!" She walks over and pulls her daughter up. She hugs her tight then touches Emma's stomach, "She's going to be beautiful."

Emma laughs and pulls away from her mother as if she were being tickled, "Wow, okay! Guess I should have clarified that I'm not the one that's knocked up…"

Snow drops her hands, "Oh." She says almost disgusted as she looked over to Regina, "That's… that's wonderful news." She walks stoically back to her seat and says nothing more.

"What was this you said about nine months?" James asks.

"Right so… Regina loves to paint… well… On the night of the wedding she was too antsy to have sex, so we went to the station and she painted this badass mural… well when she was done, the painting came to life and told us that we had nine months before shit gets real… so… I'm thinking I got about six months left to figure out what I'm supposed to do, me being the savior, to save everyone from whatever is going to happen, 'cause otherwise, I'm walking into this blind…" Emma says all of this in all of two breaths.

She receives three pair of blank eyes in response.

~0~0~0~0~0~

Another three months passed before Emma puts her foot down over where Regina is going to work.

She is pacing during Regina's insistence to stay in her own office, "NO! Baby! Not after yesterday. I am not leaving you in your office. You are coming to the station. Call Mallory and tell her that you will be working from the station or home from here on out and if she has shit that needs to be signed or if you have shit you need to do, it all needs to come over to the station!" Emma takes a long breath during her pacing, and now she starts to throw in hands gestures, "I won't let you be alone. I don't care if most people are scared of you. There are a few who aren't and I'm not taking any chances! More and more people are remembering and more and more people will start feeling froggy thinking they can leap all over the place… especially when you're alone!" She stops and puts her hand to her forehead, "And what if there's an issue with baby? I'll need to be as close as possible. And you know I'd say I'm moving into your office, it's bigger and nicer and smells like you, but you're office doesn't have cells."

"Darling… I could put some in there… It would only take a flick of the wrist…"

"Right!" Emma nods, "Okay! Let's do that then!"

Regina grins and brings her wife in for a kiss, "I love how protective you are of me." She says into the kiss.

"It's not just you I'm protective of." The blonde replies back through their locked lips.

~0~0~0~0~0~

Two days later Emma, Regina, Snow and Charming sat down for lunch at Granny's. The conversation is pleasant and stays mainly focused on Regina's ever-growing stomach, her health, and what all Emma and Regina are doing to prepare for the baby. Only once does Charming's concern slip and he asks about the impending doom. It only shows Regina and Emma how concerned he and Snow truly are for their grandchild.

Ending their lunch on that sentimental note, Regina and Emma head back to the Mayor's office/Sheriff's station.

"Don't you know who that is?" A voice asks behind the couple as they watch their daughter walk away happy on the outside and breaking on the inside.

Snow turns around to see all seven of the dwarfs, "Hello my good friends." She greets them.

"Snow.." Grumpy is the most concerned.

"Don't you know who Regina is?"

"Yes…" Snow looks down sadly, "I do."

Charming is at his wits end. It seems that everyone that remembers has to ask them this question. He stands and turns to the entire diner, "Am I safe in assuming that everyone remembers?"

The people look around then all begin nodding.

"Alright. Now, my wife and I are well aware of who exactly Regina is. We're also well aware of who she is…to our daughter." He looks at everyone, "While I feel as if bile rises in my throat as I say these words the fact is this: Regina has changed. She has given back everyone everything she has ever taken from them. She is in love with our daughter and it is because of her… and because of the savior that we all remember who we are. So…" He turns to the dwarfs, "Yes, we know. Yes, our concerns are shining as bright as yours, but our daughter knows more of that woman's ill will and she sees passed it. So… we have no choice but to stand at their side because they are the only two that can fully break this retched curse and bring us back home." He offers his hand to his wife, "Now if you'll excuse us." He says before leading his wife out of the diner.

~0~0~0~0~0~

T minus two months and counting to Fairytale D-Day, Regina has the urge to paint once more. She walks down to the shed. It is at this point that she realizes she is seven months pregnant and shouldn't necessarily be close to paint fumes.

So… being a magical person, she stays outside the shed and paints that way. It is like using a Kinect… the only reason she knows what that is, is because of her son and her wife who begged for one so they could play Star Wars on it.

She grins as she let the creativity take over. As she stares at what she's creating and realizes that she sees Emma's face. She grins again, but it falters as she looks at the surroundings of her wife… and then she frowns when she sees the details she is putting on her. She doesn't mind seeing what Emma will look like when she's old, she just wonders why she is her this way at all.

Emma looks about as old as the old lady version of that red-headed woman from that film about the boat that sank and sank and sank some more. Emma isn't standing on the side of a boat, throwing the heart of the ocean into it's rightful place, no… She's swimming. And honestly Regina has this sinking feeling that it's not necessarily water.

But what gets to Regina most about this painting is the look in her eyes. Emma, wrinkles and all, looks so desperate to reach whatever it is she is obviously reaching for that it makes Regina push from the side of the shed she was working at and run a few feet away. She sits and leans against the nearest apple tree for a few moments collecting herself. Trying to think it all through. Why Emma would be that determined, and what made her do it… She tries to piece together a logical explanation as to why she feels deep down that it is part of the impending doom as well.

She hears Emma walking down from the back porch and pushes all thoughts she can to the back of her mind.

"Hey, hey pretty lady…" Emma greets her with a smile, "Why are you all the way down here and not with the closest one?" She asks as she kneels down in front of her and kisses her.

"I wanted to paint…" Regina says.

"But you're pregnant…" Emma concludes. She moves to lie down kisses Regina's stomach, "Mommy can't huff paint fumes with you inside her, little girl." Emma kisses her stomach once more then sits back up to kiss her wife again. She puts her hand on Regina's belly. She watches as Regina leans her head back against the tree and subconsciously trace around Emma's hand. Emma grins and looks back at Regina's closed eyes, "What are we gonna name her?"

~0~0~0~0~0~

A very pregnant Regina is standing outside the back of the station looking at her painting…looking for answers to all her burning questions. She and Emma have been there for about half an hour now. Emma didn't let her go anywhere alone anymore except to the bathroom, and she is actually wildly alright with that.

She is standing there, trying to tap into her subconscious; trying to go back to the night as well, but it's no use. She hears footfalls strut her way, then feels a pair of hands start running over belly before beginning to massage her aching, eight-month pregnant, back.

"You have got to stop worrying and stressing. You don't have control over this one. And all of this worry and stress is going to…well actually I don't know if it's bad for her considering she's a magic baby… Do they even bake for the regular time?"

Regina starts to smile and rolls her eyes…a habit she is not proud that she has picked up from her wife, "Yes…they do."

"Alright, just making sure." Emma smirks and she knows Regina is smiling.

A silence comes over them.

"I'm worried." Regina says.

Emma's voice carries a strange certainty as she replies, "Don't be."

"No, Emma. You don't understand." Regina doesn't know how to continue.

"I don't understand what?"

"Mr. Gold and Maleficent…" She growls out the last word

"Created the curse. I know." Emma says with ease.

Regina tilts her head to look at her, "How did you…?"

"Honey, you've talked in your sleep since the first night I slept next to you, and it's only gotten worse since I knocked you up. I use it to my advantage…" Regina gives her an unimpressed look, "WHAT? Don't give me that look! This whole thing has been taking over your brain! I wanted to know what was specifically stressing you so…" She shrugs, "Turns out it was just my destiny…"

Emma kisses Regina's cheek, "I'm telling you not to worry because, this is what I was born to do… Okay? I am to destroy the curse. That's set in stone…so much so it's practically a fucking commandment. Right after 'Thou shalt not covet' it's 'Oh and by the way, Emma Swan, daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming is going to destroy the curse the Evil Queen will set upon Fairytale Land. So, along with, 'God forbid,' 'Jesus Christ!,' 'Holy Mary mother of God' and all the rest, we can really had, 'Holy Mary Margaret mother of Emma Swan' to the list of vain with which the Lord's name shall not be taken, because…seriously…this bitch is gonna do some real saving.'"

Regina is smirking, "That's a bit of a long commandment, don't you think?"

Emma shakes her head, "Nah. It's fine as is." She pulls from Regina and walks around to face her then kneels down before the extremely pregnant belly, "I'll say one thing though, Baby…I've added a few things to my destiny…like I destroy the curse and the evil, not the queen herself, and I fall in love and knock said not-so-evil queen up…" Emma kisses Regina's belly and looks back up at her with that certainness that sends a stirring inside of the brunette, "And we will get our happily ever after…"