They're fighting. They haven't fought, not really anyway, not since their daughter was born. She completed them, made them a functioning, cohesive unit. They seemed to just know what the other was thinking at all times, whether in regards to each other, Henry, or the green-eyed cutie that already had them completely wrapped around her little finger.
When they found out Emma was pregnant again, they were thrilled. Regina always wanted a big family, and Emma always wanted any family. So, further expanding the family the two of them created together didn't surprise anyone, including the soon to be mommies (again). They had all been so happy without incident for so long that the argument completely threw Regina. She wasn't even sure what exactly they had been arguing about. Which is why, she's now sitting in the den nursing a glass of cider and staring at the fireplace. Emma had stormed off several hours ago saying she just needed to be alone. Regina had heard a door slam upstairs, so she assumed her wife was in their bedroom sulking.
Regina was so lost within her own thoughts she hadn't heard Emma worriedly call her name several times from the top of the stairs. Her staring contest with the logs in the fire was only interrupted when she caught movement in her peripherals. There Emma stood, leaning against the doorframe, eyes red-rimmed, tears streaming down her face, breathing far too quickly, and looking as if she might capsize on the spot. In an instant, Regina was off the couch, all hands on her wife.
"Emma, beautiful, what ever is the matter?" Regina questioned her wife, hands coming up to cup her cheeks adoringly as she searched frightened emerald eyes for answers.
"My mom and dad are bringing Neal over," Emma responded, her voice choked. "They should be here any minute."
"What? Em, why are they coming here? It's the middle of the night."
Emma's arms were wrapped securely around her own middle as she ducked her head and studied the floor below their feet before whispering forlornly, "Regina, I'm bleeding."
Regina's eyes flooded with concern as her hands and eyes began roving her wife's body looking for any sign of blood, "What do you mean you're bleeding? Baby, where? Did you cut yourself on something?"
Emma looked up then, fresh tears falling from between drenched lashes, "No, Regina, I'm bleeding."
Regina locked confused eyes with her wife for a moment before realization struck. Her eyes instantly filled with tears as she brought her hands to rest on Emma's own atop her wife's middle.
"Emma," she breathed.
Emma choked back a sob as she looked sorrowfully at the love of her life, "Gina, I'm scared."
"Oh, darling," Regina cooed as she pulled her now fully sobbing wife into a firm embrace. "Baby, it's going to be just fine. As soon as your parents get here, we'll go to the hospital, and we'll see what's going on, okay? It's going to be fine."
Regina continued to hold and comfortingly shush her wife as she tried to keep them both as calm as possible. But Regina's heart was pounding in her chest as silent tears dropped from worried, chocolate eyes onto Emma's matted, blonde curls.
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They had been at the hospital for six hours, suffering through every test imaginable. Regina never once left Emma's side, she and her wife even resting together on the hospital bed in between visits from the nurses and Dr. Whale. When they were finally allowed to return to their home, the last thing either mother wanted in that moment was to be bombarded with questions from their worried family. Regina called Snow before they left the hospital to ask if she and Charming would be willing to take the kids to their own home for a few hours in order to give Emma and herself time to recuperate after such a stressful evening. Snow readily agreed.
As soon as they crossed the threshold into their home, Regina shut out the world and wordlessly led her wife to their bedroom where Emma wasted no time collapsing dramatically onto their bed face first before rolling to her side and beckoning for Regina to join her. Regina obliged immediately, curling into Emma's frame as soon as she was able.
"You scared me tonight," Regina whispered into Emma's hair as she held the blonde close.
"I know. I scared me too," Emma responded just as quietly before kissing the warm, olive skin on which her cheek had just been resting. "I'm sorry."
"It wasn't your fault," Regina replied through an exhausted sigh. "I'm just glad everything is okay."
Emma chuckled driely, "Yea, the newest member of our collection just wanted to make sure we were paying attention."
"Mmm," Regina hummed as she burrowed further into her wife's warmth. "If we're collecting, does that mean that after this one we aren't done? I mean, I would hardly call three a collection, my love."
Emma giggled as she playfully pinched Regina's sides causing a yelp to escape her brunette love, "How about we focus on bringing this one into the world first, hmm? I don't know about you, but I've had enough excitement for one night."
"Yes, dear," Regina muttered sweetly, placing adoring kisses on Emma's hair.
The room fell silent as the two women simply enjoyed the much needed calm.
Emma shifted slightly as she pulled her face away from Regina's neck in order to meet her wife's gaze, "I'm sorry we fought, beautiful. I don't know why I was so angry. I just couldn't help-"
"I know, my love," Regina replied as she pulled Emma's lips to her own for a chaste kiss. "It's okay. We're all okay."
Emma placed another kiss on her wife's burgundy lips, "I love you."
"And I you," Regina replied as Emma fell ungracefully back into Regina's body and buried her face in her wife's neck once more. "But you get to do the dishes for the rest of the week to make it up to me."
Emma let out a puff of air that almost resembled a laugh before kissing her wife's clavicle sweetly, "Yes ma'am."