Author's Note: Sorry it's taken me so long to update. I've been really stuck in writer's block. To the guest that reviewed yesterday saying they check every day for new updates, I decided to write last night, and here's the result - just for you! :P Come off anon and say hi!
"I am so craving bacon," the mayor groaned, covering her face with a pillow.
"Babe," Emma started. "We don't have any."
"Please, baby, please."
"Honey, I have to be at work in twenty minutes, and I-"
"Please, Emma?"
With a sigh, the sheriff pushed a hand through her hair and covered her face.
"Alright," she mumbled. "I'll be back from the store in a few minutes. I'll call Graham and tell him I'm going to be late."
"Thank you!" the mayor cried, throwing her arms around the blonde.
In a rush, Emma left the house, even forgetting to grab her jacket on the way out. She hurried through the store, only grabbing the bacon, as requested, and a gallon of orange juice. As soon as she got stuck in the small town's morning traffic on the way back to the house, Emma was fuming.
"Fuck," she cursed, slamming her hands against the steering wheel. "Hurry up!"
When her phone rang, she wasn't surprised.
"Where are you?" the mayor whined. "I'm starving!"
"Babe," Emma gasped. "I'm trying! I'm stuck in traffic. I'll be home soon. Just sit tight, okay? Breathe deeply or something. Whatever pregnant ladies are supposed to do."
"Emma!"
"Sorry."
"Just hurry up," Regina snapped, hanging up the phone, leaving Emma exasperated.
"Goddammit," she hissed, throwing her phone onto the passenger seat.
By the time she got home, her wife was fuming as well.
"God," she spat. "Took you long enough."
"Calm down. I'm going, okay?"
Emma hurried into the kitchen and immediately threw as many slices of bacon as would fit into a frying pan and anxiously waited for them to cook.
"Don't cook them on high!" Regina called from the kitchen. "You'll burn them."
"I know, dammit! Leave me alone!"
"Don't get bitchy. I'm starving and I can't deal with that right now."
Emma sighed and held her hand in her hands, looking up only to check on the food that was radiating heat on the stove. She wasn't sure if it was the steam from the bacon that was making her face warm or the frustration, but she didn't care which. When the bacon finally finished, she cooked a few eggs and threw them haphazardly onto a porcelain plate, delivering them promptly to the mayor, who was sitting in a recliner in the living room.
"For you, my queen," Emma said with a smile, handing the plate over to the woman in the chair.
"Thanks honey," Regina said cheerily, suddenly chipper.
As soon as she took the first bite, her eyes closed and her face contorted in ecstasy.
"Oh, babe," the mayor moaned. "This is so good."
"I'm glad it's to your liking, darling."
Emma was grinning. Only when the plate was completely clean did the queen speak again.
"Thanks, babe. You're the best."
"No problem. I have to go, though, okay? I love you."
Emma leaned down to kiss her wife, but the woman pulled away.
"Don't go," she whined. "Stay with me."
"You know I can't do that. I left early yesterday. I have to make up the hours."
"I know, but-"
"Regina. No."
Pouting, Regina crossed her arms.
"You're a bitch."
"Stop it," Emma laughed, kissing the woman's forehead. "I'll be home before you know it."
"The hours are going to crawl by. I just know it!"
"Hush." Looking at her watch, Emma added, "I gotta go."
After finally receiving a kiss goodbye, Emma left to report for duty.
Meanwhile, the pregnant queen's hormones got the best of her.
At first, she simply laid in bed, thinking about what to name her child and what color to paint the nursery, but ultimately... Her thoughts turned back to Emma.
As soon as they did, she felt herself grow warm, but eventually, she could stand it no longer, and... Her fingers slipped between her own legs.