Hey guys! A little heads up… This chapter contains G!P. Only temporarily, but just so you know…

"Are you sure you can handle them by yourself?"

Emma had scoffed at that, and then smiled at Regina, giving her a once over and a lascivious grin of approval. She was wearing loose black pants and a shirt, loafers, and carrying a large pool bag.

"Of course I can handle them. Go have your spa day with Kat. We'll be fine. By the way, looking hot, Madam Mayor," she whispered, smacking Regina's ass, making the brunette gasp in surprise and then smile discreetly in return.

Now, she paraded proudly across Storybrooke with Henry, Charlotte and Emmett, the twins on their stroller for a bit of Saturday morning sun.

Mostly, people would stop to play with Charlotte and Emmett, to tell Emma how beautiful they were, and ask who cried more at night, and claim that Charlotte was Regina's carbon copy while Emmett was all Charming, and also to tease Henry about the responsibilities of being a role model for his younger siblings.

Her chest was about to burst with pride, and Henry was flushing ridiculously because a group of girls from his school passed by him waving, giggling and telling him he looked cute as a big brother. Emma almost cackled at him when he stammered and his puberty voice went high and low on the octaves, making him sound like a squeaky toy when he said 'hi' to them.

They were one block away from the diner, when a shrill voice rang behind them at the same second Regina called her on her cellphone.

"Oh God," Emma muttered, looking back as she answered the phone, only to realize Sarah Bilson was jogging to catch up with them. "H-Hi, sweetie!"

"Just look at those precious!" Sarah shrieked, bending over the stroller and then looking up at Henry. "You're lucky handsomeness runs in your family, young boy," she squeezed his cheek and kissed it, leaving a pink lipstick mark on Henry's awkward face, and then she turned to Emma, her voice dropping an octave. "Good morning, Sheriff. And what a good use of handsome genes-"

"I can't believe she's flirting with my very underage son too!" Regina barked, and Emma flinched, pulling the phone away from her ear and still able to hear Regina, offering Sarah a small wave and prodding Henry to hurry up and push Granny's door open. "I'm gonna beat the crap out of her when I get back-!"

"I swear, she came out of nowhere," Emma mumbled, frantically gesturing for him to help her with the stroller. "We just got in the diner for breakfast."

She could see Regina squinting, considering her words. "Did you remember to take the diaper bag with you?"

Emma verified that she didn't remember that.

"Sure," she lied, wondering why she needed more diapers when Regina changed them before leaving home, only a few hours ago.

"Good. Is that minx still near my children?"

At that Emma had to smirk. "No, she's outside trying to bang Archie now."

"Slut," Regina growled. "I can't believe she had the nerve to go to you when I'm not there! I popped your children, Emma Swan! Make that woman stop harassing our family!"

"Did you know that when you get all jealous like that all I can think about it that I want is to f-" Emma looked at Henry, who was watching her. She could not say to his face that she wanted to fuck his mother hard against any surface available. "How's the spa, sweetie?" she asked instead, with an awkward smile.

She heard Regina sigh on the other end. "I miss all of you."

"Awn, we miss you too… Damn, I wish you were here so that we could throw some mud on the sidewalk and you and Sarah could have a girl fight and, um…"

She heard, Emma literally heard Regina arching one eyebrow.

"You would've totally kicked her ass," she added quickly.

"Did you just gloated that we would fight over you?"

"Um-"

"You are a narcissist. And of course I would kick her skinny ass," Regina said arrogantly. "Can I speak to Henry now, please?"

"Sure," the blonde grinned. "Relax, okay? We got it."

"I will, and thank you. For insisting that I came. This place is gorgeous."

"You deserve it. I'll pass it to Henry. Love you. It's mom," Emma gave him the phone as she pushed the twins towards their booth and checked on them. They were oddly quiet, their tiny eyes going left and right, their tiny hands closed in tiny fists.

"Morning," Ruby said chirpily. "Where's mama queen?"

"Spa hopping and getting some rest from us."

"Cool," Ruby looked up at Henry on the phone. "Is that her?"

"Yep," Emma pursed her lips and nodded. "Not taking a break or resting at all."

"Are you surprised?" she chuckled.

"Not really," the blonde smiled. "How are you?"

"Same old, same old," Ruby plopped down in the opposite seat, scrunching her face in disgust a second later. "Oh my God, what is this smell?"

Emma sniffed the air around them and looked at the twins, whose expressions seemed suspicious to say the least.

"Fuck," Emma hissed, then looked at the twins "Sorry, babies," and then she looked up at Ruby. "There's a possibility one of them took a dump here."

"A possibility?" Ruby hissed back, looking from Charlotte to Emmett. "Possibilities don't burn nose hair, Emma!"

"I need to go check who's the party pooper," then she laughed at her own joke, and then she rearranged her face into a serious expression when Ruby glared at her.

"You didn't bring diapers?" Ruby asked out loud as she bent over to check the underside of the stroller and didn't find a bag in there.

"Shhhh!" Emma hissed, hoping that Henry was far enough with the phone.

"Emma!"

"I didn't think we would need diapers for a half hour walk outside!"

"Babies always need diapers! They only eat and crap!"

"Jesus, I'm screwed…"

"Oh boy, you are…"

"Did you order, ma?" Henry came back to their booth, giving her the phone, and he too made that face. "Ugh, who did that?"

"Those fluffy babies over there," Emma pointed at the twins. "Okay, c'mere, boy," she picked Emmett first and went to the bathroom with him. She came back a second later. "We have the culprit, ladies and gentleman."

"Uh, Charlotte's smells funny too," Henry said.

Emma put the baby boy back on the stroller and took Charlotte to the bathroom, returning with an ugly face. "These two surely crap a lot for royalty…"

"Alright," Ruby dropped her notepad and her pen, reaching out for the boy and picking him up. The usual crowd slept off on weekends, so the diner was pretty much empty. "Let's go before it hits the fan. Almost literally."

Both women hurried to the bathroom, both holding each baby at arms' length.

"I'm gonna need you too," Emma said to Henry from the door, and he groaned, following them inside.

"Okay," Ruby looked at Emma. "What do I do?"

"Right," Emma stared down at Charlotte, and then at Emmett. "Um."

"You don't know how to change a diaper?" Ruby barked.

"It's Regina who takes care of that, I mostly watch her doing it, okay? Geez, relax… I remember a few things…"

"A few things…" Ruby scoffed, rolling her eyes. "I'm so relieved now-"

"Shut up and let me think!" Emma spat. "Kid, go get a table cloth."

"Why do we need a table cloth?" the brunette asked as Henry left.

"To lay the babies down over there," Emma tilted her head to indicate a wooden cabinet against the wall.

"You're telling me we are cleaning baby shit on Granny's table cloths?"

"Got a better idea?"

"Call Regina."

"No!" Emma stomped her foot. "It's her day off!"

"And?"

"And she thinks I brought the goddamned diaper bag-"

"Because-?"

"Because I told her I brought it!" Emma rolled her eyes. "Your attitude is not helping, Ruby!"

"Yeah, let's blame all this shitty mess on me, now-"

Henry came back with a checked table cloth and placed it on top of the cabinet as Emma instructed him.

"Okay, what do I do now?"

"You keep watch outside and don't let anyone come in here, especially Granny," Emma said, and then she placed Charlotte over the soft surface. She unbuttoned her onesie and pulled the tapes. "Alright, Charlie… Let's see what you got… Holy Mother of God-" she glued the tapes back into the front of the diaper. "I can't do this-"

"No no no, do not give up on me, c'mon, Swan!" Ruby said desperately. "Put the collar of your sweater over your nose and get this over with."

"Oh God," Emma pulled the collar of her knitted blouse and cringed, not really sure why such a pretty baby could make such an ugly mess. "Why did you do this to mommy, Charlie?" she cooed the little girl, whose lips twisted into a dopey smile that made Ruby melt.

Making funny noises – and something that resembled almost-vomiting noise – Emma managed to remove the offending diaper, curl it into a safe ball and throw it away. Luckily they had tissues in the bathroom, so she cleaned her – more almost-vomiting noises – and then they started to laugh when Charlotte kicked and punched the air, happily.

"She always does that when Regina takes her diaper," Emma said with a goofy smile as she ogled her daughter. "Okay, my cute boy, now-"

As Emma lifted Charlotte, Ruby placed Emmett carefully and clumsily down, taking the girl from the blonde. Like a person ready to die, Emma took a deep sigh and covered her nose with her sweater again as she removed his diaper too.

"Man… You guys are too lethal for two little babies," she said with a muffled voice, reaching out for more tissues, and when she was done, he peed up in the air, splashing her with it, agitating his little legs contentedly. "Yeah, I forgot you do that when you're naked…" Emma mumbled, pulling her sweater down her face, and then removing it. "Okay, shit's in the trash. Now all we need is-"

"Diapers," Ruby said matter-of-factly.

"Henry?"

"Yeah."

"Can you go real quick at the store and bring diapers? And baby powder?"

"Okay, sure."

"There's money on my wallet, on the table… Watch out for trucks and cars and bikes," she added, trying to remember everything Regina said when he left home to go anywhere alone. "Please don't get hit by a bus," she whispered, turning to look at Ruby. "I'm gonna pass out. I'm starved. Seriously, I don't know how she does it and still looks so… You know?"

"She carried them for months and now she breastfeeds them, too. Regina deserved a spa week."

"She does, but don't give her ideas. I won't survive a week without her."

Ruby snickered, but she was watching Emma with something different in her eyes.

"What?" Emma asked.

"If you told me ten months ago that I would be with you, inside the bathroom, with two kids smeared in shit… I would not have believed it. I was so mad at you then…"

Emma sighed. "Thank you for being my friend again. I do need you, you know?"

"Of course you need me, I'm awesome," Ruby winked, bumping her hips into hers.

Henry returned in about ten minutes, and they took another ten to figure out how to put the diaper back on, especially with their squirmy legs. When they were done, the diner was becoming packed as usual.

Emma was ranting about nothing in particular, but Ruby had stopped paying attention when Dorothy Gale entered the diner. The blonde smiled, and then she smiled at her babies and then at Henry, who was devouring his breakfast inelegantly, just like her.

XXX

When Regina got home, everything was oddly quiet.

Disturbingly, even.

She caught the faint light coming from the TV room, and noticed that Henry's videogame was on, but there was no one playing it. She tiptoed upstairs, and found a modest pile of drenched clothes – Emma's and Henry's – on the corridor. The scent of baby soap hit her senses and she gathered that the clumsy pair had bathed the twins.

However, the nursery was empty and so was Henry's room. She pushed the door to her bedroom open and the sight almost transformed her into a ball of hormones. They were all sprawled on the bed – Emma, Charlotte, Emmett and Henry, the babies in the middle, protected by blankets from both sides so neither Emma or Henry would roll over them.

The lamp on the bedside table was on, and she could catch a glimpse of the four of them, and she grinned when she realized that her three children slept exactly like their mother.

Carefully, she took the twins back to the nursery, and brought back the baby monitor with her. She crawled into bed between Emma and Henry, and she had no idea who she wanted to hug more.

Emma gasped and her eyes snapped open, surprised with Regina's presence.

"I didn't hear you," she whispered. "Where are they?"

"Nursery," Regina whispered back, cupping her face, looking at her with heart-shaped eyes.

"God I missed you," Emma grumbled, burying her nose in the crook of Regina's neck and inhaling her scent deeply.

Regina chuckled, reaching out to bring Henry closer too. "I missed you very much, dear," she whispered, kissing Emma's lips softly. "Why are you smelling like pee?"

"Oh that…"

XXX

"You're going back tomorrow?"

Regina could sense, by the tone of her voice, that Emma was not liking it in the slightest.

"I would have to go back to work eventually, dear," she said softly, adjusting Emmett in her arms while Emma made Charlotte burp. Their little boy was impressively hungrier than his sister, and Regina had decided that their bed was more comfortable to breastfeed when they took longer to be satiated.

"Yeah, I know that," Emma patted Charlotte's back softly, a cloth covering her shoulder just in case burp turned into reflux. Like all the other times she made a baby burp. "But it seems too soon to me."

"It's been forty days," Regina said.

"I know, I was counting, too," Emma said grumpily.

Regina was almost a hundred percent sure that half of her frustration was lack of sex, even if she would never be insensitive and actually say it. Regina was frustrated too, and adding her job as Mayor to the equation, it felt like they would never have time to have sex again.

"Honey, I'm not going back full time. I was planning on going back tomorrow to organize everything, and I intend to go back little by little. I'm planning on a lot of home office, too."

"Okay, if that works for you," Emma said with a shrug, still not sounding happy. "I'm on call tomorrow, though. What-"

"Your mother will babysit them, and your father will take care of driving Henry to school and back home."

At this point Emma could not help a small smile. "You took care of everything, huh?"

"I always do, dear."

"You are incredible. Did you know that?"

"Not without you," Regina admitted. "Never forget that."

Emma sighed, grinning. She loved that Regina made a point to keep telling her she was wanted and needed in that household. She got the message, but she knew Regina wouldn't stop any time soon. And it might even sound childish, but she felt important and elated whenever a compliment was thrown her way.

"Is he done there?" she asked. "Charlie passed out."

"This little glutton is still suckling. Go take her to bed and come back here with us."

"Alright," Emma nodded quietly, walking carefully along the hallway and towards the nursery. "Sleep tight, princess," she whispered, pecking the top of Charlie's head as she tucked her in. On her way back she entered Henry's room, adjusting his blanket and turning off his lamp. She kissed him too and bee-lined back to their bedroom.

She closed the door gently, and when she turned around, Regina was fast asleep against the headboard.

Emma smiled. Her dark hair had grown a bit longer, and her face was almost always free of makeup these days. Emma thought she looked younger when she was sleeping; Emma thought she was the most beautiful woman in the whole world.

She loved every curve, every detail of Regina, from the painted toenails – now tucked in under the comforter – to the piece of shoulder appearing on the oversized collar of the t-shirt she was wearing – Emma's t-shirt – to the way her hair was unkempt and falling over her face.

She loved her nose, and her hands, and her eyelashes, and the way everything combined was this magnificent woman, who gave her all the reasons to be the happiest person that ever existed.

She approached the pair, noticing that Emmett had dozed off as well. As gently as she could, she picked him up, placing him against her shoulder so that her could burp too. She rocked him slightly, rubbing his small back.

By the sound, that wasn't just a burp, and she realized she left the cloth back in their nursery.

"Great," she sighed. Another t-shirt that was going to smell of tart milk. "Mommy loves you too, baby boy…"

XXX

Their first real morning as a family with jobs and school and babies was a bit chaotic but fun.

Emma made breakfast while Henry warmed up the bottles in the microwave. Snow and David got there early, with a still very sleepy Neal, and they were both having a blast changing diapers while Regina got dressed for her first day back at work.

When she came down and met they all gathered in her kitchen, there was a loud, collective intake of breath.

She was looking gorgeous in a black dress and her powerful heels again.

"Wow," Emma breathed.

"You're gonna burn the eggs," David warned her with a smirk.

They ate together, and Regina followed her in-laws and kids until they were all inside the cruiser.

"Are you sure-?"

"David will handle Neal and Henry, and I'll keep your children safe and sound, Regina. Go be Mayor again, okay? I'll call you if I need. Have fun," she added with a wink that confused Regina for a moment.

Unless Snow was keeping count, too.

God.

Emma had to stay behind because one of the twins – she didn't know which one – had another reflux incident on her shirt, and she disgruntledly went upstairs to clean up and change.

"Meet me at the office for lunch!" Regina called out from the door. As she drove by herself for the first time in months, she felt great but she also felt alone.

She missed her babies and Henry.

She missed Emma and that horny look she threw her in the kitchen an hour ago.

"I didn't know you were coming back so soon!" Jill yelped, trying to brush a chessboard away from her desk. Katherine was chuckling next to her.

"Oh, that was the intention," Regina smiled. "Go back to your game, and unless a new evil sorcerer or creature shows up in Storybrooke, I'm not in my office. I just came to organize my papers."

"Oh, alright," Jill said awkwardly. "Let me get that coffee machine started for you, then. Welcome back!"

XXX

Regina tapped her manicured fingers against her desk and looked up at the watch again, chewing her pen. She removed her reading glasses and decided to have a second cup of coffee. How long until it was lunch time?

When she was at home with the babies, the day would fly by.

Now that she had efficiently organized her drawers – because Katherine and Jill had done all the paperwork – she was back in her office with nothing to do but crave lunch time with Emma.

Oh but wait a minute.

She was the Mayor.

Her fiancée was the Sheriff.

If anything bad happened, they would both be warned, so…

She didn't need to wait for lunch. She was having lunch whenever she pleased.

And if the wetness between her legs was any indicator, she needed lunch very much.

She hit the speed dial button on her desk phone and called Emma.

"Hi! What's up?" and then there was an aggravated, momentary pause. "Regina, is there something wrong?"

"Yes, there's something…" she breathed, squeezing her thighs, feeling damp underwear "… very wrong."

"R'gina, what-?"

"Are you alone in the Station?"

"Yeah, but-"

"Are you on your desk?"

"Yes, I am, but-"

"I just need you to sit still for a minute."

Regina felt like Emma acquiesced. It was the first time she was going to attempt to do magic in months, and she closed her eyes to concentrate on her goal. After a minute, she imagined that was the moment Emma was staring at her crotch.

She heard Emma's loud breath on the phone, and her skin instantly shivered.

"'gina… Is that-?"

"Come to my office as fast as you can, Miss Swan."

She disconnected the call, knowing that would do the trick, and then she called the reception desk, instructing Kat and Jill to go out for a break. "I'll call you back when I need you," she added.

There was only silence in Town Hall when they left. Regina leaned against her desk, staring at the door expectantly. From the car roar to the brutish stomps, it was impossible to miss the fact that Emma was there.

She burst the door open, panting, her face red, her tight pants showing a generous volume that made Regina's eyes narrow as she smirked sensually.

Regina didn't even wait for her to speak. She hiked her dress up and got rid of her underwear in three seconds. "Get in here," she groaned.

Emma snapped away from her trance and moved, unbuttoning her jeans and releasing what looked like a very real-

"Did you like it?" Regina breathed against her neck when Emma pressed her hard against the desk.

"Why-?"

"I want your hands free, and I want you to come inside of me-"

At those words, Emma made a sound that Regina had never heard before. It was deep, bestial even, and the next thing she felt were lips on hers, strong hands on her waist and breasts and a fat, pulsing red cock squeezed between their bellies.

"I've spent forty days sleeping next to you, Emma Swan. Forty-"

Emma chuckled, a low rumble that rolled out of her chest and ended against Regina's full lips.

"Not in the mood for foreplay, huh?"

Regina pushed her body back and up the desk, and spreading her legs, she rubbed her wet folds slowly against the entirety of Emma's dick.

Emma made that sound again, and Regina smirked, feeling the pulse of every vein against her nerves. Emma grabbed her thighs forcefully, pressing her ass against the desk surface, and with one might stroke, she penetrated her.

Regina cried with the intrusion, and she heard Emma inhale sharply.

"Did I – Did I hurt you?" her voice, low and grave, came from her right, against her ear.

"You better not stop or I will hurt you, Miss S-"

"It's Daddy Swan for you," Emma hissed, rocking her hips back and entering her again, and then again, going as deeper as she could.

"Oh… God… YES!" Regina gnarled, her voice sounding a mix of despair and relief. "YES EMMA… YES… YES…"

Emma had probably never been this turned on in her life.

Every stroke was punctuated by a moan and a hot breath licking her ear; eventually there would be fingernails digging painfully against her butt cheeks, or even smacking them to urge or provoke her.

"Jesus… R'gina…"

The blonde felt breathless, her hands slipping from Regina's thighs. She had no idea who was sweating more – her, probably – and she could feel the droplets running down her temples and her spine. Her mouth was against Regina's ear, and her dark hair too was damp, glued to her face and sticking to Emma's lips.

Regina was burning and clasping and moist around her, and she was pulsing against her walls, throbbing inside of her, wanting to go deeper and deeper and faster and faster, and she had no idea how they ended up like animals on the expensive rug of the office, Regina on her stomach, Emma pinning her down holding both of her wrists, her hips rocking frenetically and smacking her ass loudly.

"EMMA DON YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YE… RIGHT THERE YES YES-"

"TAKE IT… TAKE… IT-"

"GIVE ME MORE… GIVE ME MORE BABIES…"

Emma felt like she would pop a vein in her head soon. Or somewhere else. "OH FUCK DAMN CHRIST REGINA-"

She didn't come, she exploded. Spurt after spurt after spurt. She kept rocking her ass softly, hearing the weak sounds Regina was still making underneath her.

"Oh my God," Emma breathed, collapsing completely on top of Regina. With the remaining strength she had on her limbs, she rolled to her side, bringing Regina with her, still pretty much clamped together.

When she was going to take it off, Regina reached behind her and held her hips in place.

"Don't," she gasped.

Emma drew closer to the curve of her neck and hid her face against her messy hair, dropping small kisses along her shoulder, neck and ear.

"Not going anywhere," Emma promised.

"You better not," Regina sighed. "I still want more."

Emma felt herself going painfully hard again. "You do?" she breathed.

"Forty days, Emma Swan. Forty-"

The blonde chuckled. "I love you," she whispered, nuzzling the back of Regina's neck.

"I love you, too."

There was a pause.

"R'gina?"

"Hm?"

"Will you marry me?"

She felt the smile on Regina's lips before she turned her head back to look at her.

"Yes, dear," she sighed, resting her head on Emma's arm again. "Of course yes…"