After their baby girl was born, none of them got much sleep. Of course, this was to be expected, but it was far worse than Henry could have imagined.
"Did you really do this with me?" he asked them quietly, rubbing his temples as they stood beside the baby's crib.
"Every night," Regina laughed, leaning in to kiss him.
"Watching him makes me feel weird," Henry confessed, looking away.
"How so, baby?" Emma asked, stroking his hair back.
"I guess I'm just a little jealous. So stupid and selfish I know, but I… I just miss the way things used to be. You know, back when I was in college."
Both women stared at their son and waited for him to continue, but when he declined to be more specific, they both realized what he meant.
"Come here, babe," Emma said softly, pulling him into her arms and holding him close. "I love you, okay? We both do. I know this is a big change, for all of us, but I promise it'll be okay."
"We love you," Regina echoed, wrapping her arms around Henry from behind and resting her cheek against his shoulder blade. "Let's go to bed, little prince."
Little prince, Henry thought, instantly blushing. He hadn't heard that one in a while, and it made him feel warm all over.
Once teeth were brushed and they were settled into bed, Henry wiggled between them and rested his head on the pillow before shutting his eyes.
"Henry," Regina whispered, placing her hand on his bare abdomen.
"Hmm?" Henry asked innocently, opening his eyes and looking at his mother.
"It's okay to feel jealous, baby boy, but we want you to feel better."
Henry blinked a few times and stared at his mother, wondering exactly what she was getting at.
"How can we make you feel better?" Emma asked him gently, sliding her palm over his toned chest.
Henry looked over at Emma and shrugged his shoulders, replying, "I don't know, really. You probably can't. I love our son to death, but I don't think things will ever be the same between us all."
"No, Henry," Regina told him, increasing her pressure on his abdomen in a gesture of affection. "They won't be. But… perhaps we can make a better effort to give you what you need."
"I don't know what you mean," Henry told her, looking puzzled.
Emma just laughed softly at this, enamored with how innocent he was in this moment. Seeing her wife laugh encouraged Emma to very slowly slide her hand south, placing her hand lower, where her soft fingertips were just barely touching his penis.
"Do you want to nurse?" Regina finally asked, feeling her son's body tense.
Henry couldn't speak. It had been so incredibly long since they'd done this particular activity that he'd almost forgotten what it felt like. In fact, they hadn't done anything truly intimate since the baby had been born about two months ago. But he had certainly never stopped wanting it.
"Henry?" Emma asked gently, looking into his eyes, which appeared to be glazed over with surprise.
"Henry, baby," Regina cooed, stroking his hair with her free hand and leaving her other on his chest. "Do you want to nurse? Would you like that?"
Finally, Henry responded. He nodded weakly, face turning bright red, and Regina responded immediately. With great care, she leaned over her son, allowing his mouth to latch on to her nipple and begin to suck. As soon as Emma heard the wet noises caused by his suckling, she gripped his length at the base. Henry bucked in surprise, feeling the gentle stimulation surge through him.
It's been so long, Henry thought in a haze of pleasure, as Emma began to stroke him with nimble fingers. Regina leaned in a little closer when her nipple popped out of her son's mouth, allowing him to get a better grip with his lips. When she felt the light pressure of his teeth latching on, Regina let out a soft whimper.
"Oh, honey," she cooed, stroking his hair back. "You make mommy feel so good."
Henry loosened his grip with his teeth and began to suck slightly harder, with more enthusiasm, caught up in the sensations soaring through his body.
"Is this what you needed, baby boy?" Emma purred, offering his length a firmer stroke.
Henry whined in response, and his mothers knew exactly what this meant. Yes.
When Emma started to pump him more steadily, Henry struggled to take air in, and both of his mothers could hear him breathing hard from his nose. Sensing that he was becoming overwhelmed when his sucking began to slow, and loving it completely, Regina sighed happily and continued to play with his hair. Henry loved this, as it calmed him completely and put him fully into a daze of comfort.
"Keep nursing, bubba," Regina urged him, when his mouth fell open to draw a hard, fast breath of surprise when Emma squeezed him tighter in her palm. "Mommy wants to make you feel good."
"You are so special, Henry," Emma whispered, continuing to stroke her son's hardened length. "Such a special little man. Our little prince. Our beautiful, handsome boy."
The sweet, tender words pushed their son closer to his climax, and the women both felt their hearts racing at the prospect of watching him come. Nothing was more beautiful than watching his face twist in pleasure, hearing his soft, childish whimpers, and seeing come explode from his pulsating member.
"Do be afraid to come, baby," Regina told Henry, when she felt him tensing again.
"Mummas got you," Emma assured him, not stopping her pleasurable assault on his hard, leaking cock.
Henry's mouth fell open, and he cried out, shocking both women to the point of freezing in place. It was so surprisingly sudden, so loud and desperate, that it caught them both off guard.
"Henry?" Emma asked anxiously, pressing her hand against his abdomen to calm him. "What's the matter, prince?"
"Don't wanna come," he gasped. "Want it to last."
"You wanna keep nursing, don't you, bubs?" Regina asked him, giving him a warm, sweet smile.
Henry nodded and whimpered sadly.
"Then keep nursing," Emma offered with a smile that matched Regina's. "I'll stop for a bit. It's okay, bubba."
Henry nodded his head again, as Regina leaned in and he latched on to her other nipple. When he began to suck again, Regina had to bite her lip to keep herself from moaning. She knew she had to stay quiet. This wasn't about her. This was about Henry.
"That's it, baby," Emma whispered, smiling at him and stroking his abdomen. "Our sweet little prince."
Henry's cock remained hard and erect as he sucked his mother's pert nipple more fervently, and Emma found herself staring at it as it continued to leak precome.
"Are you ready, Hen?" Regina asked softly, tangling her fingers in his soft locks of hair once more. "Do you want to come for mommies?"
Their son let go and nodded his head slowly, wiggling his hips in an attempt to receive any kind of stimulation. Emma chuckled at his sudden desperation and put her mouth directly over his aching, pulsing, pleading member, sucking him gently. Henry cried out, arching his back in response. He hadn't expected the warm, wet sensation of her mouth around him. He'd expected her soft, warm hand. But what he got was the perfect sheath for his cock, and he found himself gasping for air as he bucked his hips and fucked his mother's sweet, perfect mouth.
"That's it, bubba," Regina purred, grinning at the beautiful sight before her. "Fuck her mouth like a good boy."
Again, he cried out, and the noise faded with a loud whine that petered out into a soft whimper as his hips continued to lift.
"Ma," he moaned, gripping the bed sheets tightly and writhing beneath Regina's warm mouth.
"Do you want to come like this, or do you want to come inside?" Regina asked him, sensing how close he was to finishing his marathon of pleasure.
Henry froze, and Emma stopped sucking him, waiting for his answer.
"In," Henry gasped desperately. "Inside."
"Inside who?"
Henry looked back and forth between his mothers and had to make a decision. He didn't want to be selfish, and he really had no preference – their bodies were both heavenly for him – but he could tell that Regina was fully aroused, while Emma appeared calmer and more collected at that particular moment.
"You," he breathed, looking at the brunette. "Please, Mumma."
Regina nodded and mounted him, hovering her sex over his.
"Now?" she whispered, leaning forward to steady herself by putting her hands on his chest.
"Now," Henry answered, gripping the sheets harder in preparation for the tight sheath that was about to pull the come from his balls.
Regina dropped onto him, hard and fast, bouncing on his cock over and over again. The sudden shock of intensity made Henry cry out again, louder than before, as he bucked up into her, fucking her sex as hard as he could from below.
"Mumma!" he cried, feeling her walls clench.
He couldn't believe how fast she had reached this peak. She must have been burning for him. This only further aroused Henry, and he was at the edge anyway, so when he felt her walls finally begin to flutter, fast and hard, squeezing his cock, he bucked one last time and came deep inside her. Regina pushed down as hard as she could, filling herself with her son's length as much as possible and allowing him to empty himself inside her.
"So good, baby," she panted, collapsing on him without pulling off of him. When he started to lift her hips to pull her off himself, Regina whined, "Keep it in me."
Henry blushed at this and looked over at Emma, who was smiling warmly.
"That was quite a show," she said. "My sweet prince, and my loving wife."
"Do you feel any better, Henry?" Regina asked, finally looking up at her son.
Henry nodded and smiled at her, answering, "Much better."
"Think you have one more in you for your mom?" Regina asked with a grin, nodding towards Regina.
Biting his lip, Henry followed Regina's gaze, and his eyes connected with his mother's.
"I'm dripping," Emma confessed.
Henry said nothing, but crawled onto his knees and pushed Emma down onto the bed. Then, he positioned himself between Emma's legs and began dipped his head between her thighs, something she certainly hadn't been expecting.
Slowly, he licked a line from the back to the front of her sex, making her back arch when his tongue flicked over her swollen clit.
"More," Emma gasped desperately. "Please, baby. Please, give me more."
He loved when she begged, and it urged him on, so he took her clit in his mouth and began to suck, just as she'd done to him earlier. His expert tongue moved back and forth until Emma was bucking hard, fucking his mouth with passion.
"Henry!" she cried. "Henry. Henry."
To Henry's surprise, hearing his name falling from her lips, over and over, made his long cock twitch to life again. Seeing his length begin to harden, Regina positioned herself behind him and reached between his legs, gripping his swelling sacks gently in her hand. She palmed him carefully as he whimpered but didn't stop his loving assault on his mother's sex.
"That feel good, bubba?" Regina teased, rolling his balls in her palm.
As he massaged her, Henry whined in reply, reflexively sucking harder on Emma's clit. When he could stand Regina's touch no longer, Henry reached between his own legs as he kept mouthing Regina's pussy and jerked himself hard and fast.
"No!" Emma cried, feeling his body shake as he hands rested on his shoulders. "Inside me!"
Henry pulled away from Regina and wasted no time thrusting into his mother's tight heat, fucking her with more force than he had intended. She screamed, feeling him expanding inside her, and came, long and hard.
"Henry," she moaned, throwing her head back as her hips lifted to meet his thrusts.
"Ugh," he grunted, not stopping as his own sex poured love and life into her cunt. "Oh, God."
Emma let out a satisfied sigh as he eyes fell shut and she rested her head on the pillow.
"Okay," she announced. "I'm wiped now."
Regina and Henry laughed at this, each kissing one her cheeks and curling up beside her. Lying in their mess, covered in shared come, they fell asleep.
SEVERAL WEEKS LATER
"Henry," Regina sobbed into the phone. "You need to come home."
"Mum? What's the matter? Is everything okay?" Henry answered anxiously, his back stiffening from the fear that had instantly washed over him.
"Now, Henry. I need you here. Please."
"Mum, tell me what's wrong! What happened?"
"I can't. Just. Come. Home."
Biting his lip, Henry replied, "I'm on my way."
[LINE BREAK]
"Mom!" Henry shouted, throwing the door of the mansion open as he frantically looked around for his mother.
"Henry!" Regina called out, voice cracking. "We're in here!"
Henry followed her voice into the den and found his mothers sitting on the couch, holding hands. Regina was still crying.
"Mom, what happened?"
"Henry…" Emma started, but Regina put her hand on the woman's thigh to silence her.
"Sit down, my prince," Regina sniffled, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand and patting the seat between her and her wife.
"Please talk to me," Henry implored her, voice pressured and fast as his brow remained furrowed with worry.
"Darling… I'm…" Regina choked out, but the knot in her throat prevented her from speaking.
Henry wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her against his side, kissing her temple.
"It's alright," he whispered, trying to calm himself enough to support her. "I'm right here. Tell me what's wrong."
"Nothing's wrong, baby boy… It's… I'm…"
"Mom," Henry pleaded, his own voice breaking.
"Henry… I can't even… I'm… I'm pregnant."
Her son's mouth fell open as he stared at her and said, "But that's… not… How? How is this possible? You said—"
"I know what I said, Henry. And I honestly don't know," Regina sniffled, wiping her eyes again. "But… are you… are you upset?"
"NO!" Henry cried firmly. "I'm… I'm in shock. And I'm…"
"You're…?"
"And I'm so fucking in love with you," Henry blurted, kissing her hard on the mouth as he cupped the back of her neck to hold her close.
Emma smiled at this and leaned against her wife, watching them kiss. It made her heart swell.
"Wow," Henry said, wiping his own river of tears as he pulled away with a bright smile. "Another little tyke runnin' around… We're gonna be busy."
Emma and Regina both laughed at this, and Regina wrapped her arms tightly around her son as she held him close.
"I can't believe this is happening," the brunette whispered. "I never thought I'd… I… I don't know how this is possible…"
"Regina!" Emma cried suddenly. "True love's kiss!"
Regina tilted her head in confusion as she looked into her wife's green eyes as they stared back at her with intensity.
"But…"
"No, babe. Athena."
They'd named their daughter after the Greek goddess of wisdom and courage, something they all felt was fitting, given her lineage. And as Regina thought about it – about the first time she had kissed their daughter on her soft little forehead – she felt that Emma was right. That had been a kiss of true love, and maybe, just maybe, it had broken the spell of infertility she had imposed upon herself when she was young.
"You think she broke the spell?" Regina asked softly, looking back and forth between her lovers.
Emma nodded and smiled brightly, kissing her wife's warm cheek.
"God," Henry breathed, clearly still in shock. "I can't believe we're gonna have another baby."
"I'm so glad you're happy, Henry," Regina sniffled, finally smiling. "I was scared you'd be upset…"
"How could I possibly be upset about this?!" her son cried, looking distraught by the implication of Regina's words.
"I… I just…"
"Darling," Henry whispered, cupping Regina's face in her hands. "My sweet, sweet love. There is nothing more that I desire than having a family with the women I love. I am so blessed to have been given this miracle in my life. And I couldn't possibly be happier."
Regina's overwhelmed sobbing returned as she clung to him, and Emma joined in the embrace.
"My perfect wife," Emma sighed happily, stroking Regina's hair from behind. "My precious, darling queen."
"My loves," Regina managed to reply, still crying into Henry's shoulder. "I can't believe I'm going to have your child, Henry."
"Me either," the man replied. "But I am so, so glad."
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The end! Thanks for joining me on the ride, folks! Please, feel free to let me know what you thought! I know some people would want more... but it really felt like it needed to end here. I'd love to chat with anyone who wants to! Hit me up any time. :)