Emma quickly raised her hands and backed a couple paces away, thinking, Holy shit what did I do?! Regina had been fine just a moment before, but in the same amount of time as it takes for one to flip a switch, her composure fell apart and she broke down. After a few moments Emma stepped closer to her again. "Regina…" She placed a gentle hand on her shoulder only for it to be roughly pushed away.

"Don't touch me!" Regina sounded angry.

"Okay…" Emma stepped away again and knelt down, trying to look up and catch Regina's eye. "What's wrong, sweetie?"

Instead of answering, Regina pelted a mango at her from the box on the counter.

If Emma hadn't raised her arms to block it, it would have smacked her in the face. "Woah!" She got back on her feet and backed away. "Whatever I did, I'm sorry!"

Another mango was pelted at her, only this time she wasn't so lucky and it hit her square in the chest.

"Ow!"

Emma tried to back out of the kitchen, but not before a third mango flew at her. However, instead of reaching its target it knocked a glass vase off of the table. Emma dove for it in attempt to catch it but it slipped right through her fingers and hit the floor, shattered glass flying in all directions.

Regina didn't seem to notice or care and charged forwards. Unfortunately, her feet were bare and she stepped on the glass, which proceeded to trip her with her momentum. Emma could do nothing as she fell, but thankfully she landed on her back instead of her front. Naturally, that only served to make the crying worse.

"Regina," Emma sighed her name. She could've dealt with the mood swing, could have just let her be until she calmed down, but whatever rage had taken over her pregnant fiancée had caused herself physical injury. "Regina let me help, baby."

Regina struggled up into a sitting position, but in the process managed to cut her hand as well.

"Okay, stop! Stop moving." Emma cupped her cheeks. "Stop, okay? I don't want you hurting yourself more." She started picking up the pieces of shattered glass, careful not to cut herself in the process. Once she was sure she had all of the bigger pieces, she threw them away. She grabbed the roll of paper towels and pulled some off, making a ball that she got slightly wet at the sink before kneeling down next to Regina. "This may be cold," she warned before pressing the partially wet ball of paper towels to her injured foot. She heard Regina gasp when it contacted the skin. The white was slowly turning red. The glass had slashed an angry diagonal line, but it wasn't too long or too deep. A bandaid would be able to cover it to prevent it from infection. Once the bleeding stopped, she threw the paper towel away and got more, wetting it again and this time using it for Regina's hand. As she kept the paper towel pressed to Regina's hand, she let the hand rest in her lap so she had a free one of her own. She reached out and stroked some of Regina's hair out of her face. "What was that, hm?" she asked gently. "Why were you throwing fruit at me?"

"Mood swing."

"Obviously. But was it triggered by anything?" If it was Emma would make sure that it never happened again.

Regina shook her head. "Just…took over."

Well, that made things a bit harder. Emma was beginning to think she needed to keep the woman away from glass. Each injury since they were together that Emma remembered Regina having was somehow caused by glass. "How's your back?" It would probably bruise, if the sound of it hitting the floor was anything to go by.

Regina winced as the pain of the fall came back to her at full force. "Hurts."

Emma checked to see how Regina's hand was doing and found that it was no longer bleeding. She threw the paper towel away. "Can I see?" she asked in regards to Regina's back.

Regina closed her eyes and nodded.

Emma shifted so she would be able to see and gingerly lifted the hem of Regina's shirt. There was already a dark purple bruise beginning to from in the center of her lower back. It was painful just looking at it. "Ow. You must've fallen pretty hard." She let the shirt fall back in place. Emma wrapped an arm around her waist, ready to hoist her up. "Let's get you on your feet, yeah? Then we can get a couple bandaids."

Of course, as Emma lifted her, she unintentionally put pressure on Regina's bruise, making the brunette cry out in pain. "I'm sorry, baby," Emma hastily apologized. At least she already got her on her feet, so she let her arm move higher up so she no longer was touching the bruise. She let Regina bury her head in her neck. She stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head. "I'm sorry," she repeated. These next seven months would be long and hard for the both of them, especially if Regina's mood swings were getting out of hand this early in the first trimester.

Emma did her best to soothe her, wanting her to be calmed down when they went upstairs in case Henry saw them. She stroked circles on her upper back. Eventually she felt her fiancée relax. "Ready?"

Regina nodded.

"Okay." Emma began leading her out of the kitchen.

How odd the past three days seemed to be. Just a couple days ago on the eighth they had some fun and picked names, yesterday they'd watched that episode of Desperate Housewives together, and now today there was a dangerous mood swing that involved flying fruit and broken glass. The days seemed far too different to happen in a row, alas, that was how it happened.

They reached the bathroom and Emma sat Regina down on the toilet before grabbing the box of bandaids. She pulled one out and knelt down so she could put it over the cut on Regina's foot, then pulled out a second one which she used for the cut on Regina's hand. "There we go." She placed a soft kiss to the now bandaid covered skin of her hand. "Be careful now, okay?"

Regina nodded. "Okay." A beat of silence. "Thank you…for putting up with me."

Emma cupped her cheeks and leaned forward, capturing her lips in a kiss. "You're not a problem or a nuisance."

Regina scoffed.

"You're not," Emma insisted. "And I will repeat it until you believe it."

"You're too good to me."

"You deserve the best." Emma brought her lips near Regina's stomach. "Doesn't Mommy deserve the best, kiddos?"

"You know they can't actually answer you, right?"

"Doesn't mean it doesn't count."

"They don't have mouths."

"I don't care. Their vote still counts so that makes at least three against one. You lose, I win. Which actually means you win. Because you get the best. As you deserve. Also, at seven weeks the mouth and tongue do start forming."

"How do you know that?"

Emma grinned. "Internet. You didn't think I was going to go through this pregnancy with you uneducated, did you?"

It was a good thing Regina had regained her filter, or else she would have replied with something really bad. "I didn't really think about it either way." Much better than her original thought.

"Well, of course I wouldn't. I may have been pregnant myself but it's been a while and I don't remember everything about it." She stood up and held out her hands. "Now, what would you like to do? Don't worry about the mangos, I'll get them and make sure there isn't any glass left behind. Do you want to lay down with the heating pad for a few minutes to see if it'll help your back?"

Regina took the offered hands and pulled herself to her feet. "That sounds nice." Even before the pregnancy, Regina had back pain from time to time and the heating pad was what helped best. She was sure it would do the same even though she was bruised.

"Okay." Emma walked to the room with her and as Regina sat on their bed, she went to the closet. She retrieved the heating pad from its spot on the top shelf and brought it over to the bed. She plugged the cord in to the closest outlet and placed the actual pad on the bed. "How hot do you want it?" she asked, holding the small setting control.

"Three," Regina answered.

"Alright." She turned the switch until it reached the number three and let it go. "There you go."

Regina laid back so the pad was mostly beneath her lower back.

"Remember, only fifteen minutes at a time."

"Yeah."

They each looked at the clock. Regina so she knew when to stop and Emma so she knew when to check that Regina stopped.

Emma walked over and pressed a kiss to Regina's forehead before leaving the room. She had three mangos to pick up from the kitchen floor to likely throw away, and then she had to make sure there weren't any tiny pieces of glass lingering behind.

Regina relaxed, closing her eyes as she felt the heat of the pad against her lower back. It was soothing, just the right temperature. She rested a hand atop her stomach, stroking it with the pad of her thumb over her shirt. She hoped one of them was a girl. Since she just had that instinct there was at least two, that increased the chances. She'd thought it would be easier raising a boy, that's why she requested a boy from the adoption agency that gave her Henry. Stereotypically, girls would be more emotional than boys and she thought having a boy would lower the level of emotional trouble she'd face. She couldn't have been any more wrong. That stereotype had been a lie. Another reason why she requested a boy was because she feared if she had a girl, she'd end up treating her just like Cora had treated her. She didn't trust that it wouldn't happen, and thought she could avoid it by getting a boy. But now she knew, especially now that she was with Emma, that it would never happen. Sure, she had used magic against Henry a couple times, but it was nothing compared to what Cora had used against her. And now she'd sworn off magic completely. She could handle a girl, now. She wouldn't be alone this time and she trusted herself more.

Katarina was her favorite name. At least on the female end, that is. Katarina Cora Mills or Cora Katarina Mills. Or Swan. She and Emma hadn't decided on whether they would hyphenate their names or if one would take the other's maiden name. Whatever they decided, Regina wanted everyone to have the same last name. She would legally change Henry's last name if she had to. Whether it was changed to Swan, Mills-Swan, or Swan-Mills she didn't know yet, but she wanted his to match his siblings' as well as herself and Emma. Like a proper family.

She was jolted out of her thoughts by the sound of soft knocking against the wall. She opened her eyes to find Emma in the doorway.

"Time's up."

Regina pouted. She was so relaxed, she didn't want to move. But she knew that using the heating pad too long would end up being counter-productive. She arched her back slightly, just enough to remove the pad, and tossed it to the floor.

Emma shook her head and retrieved the pad, unplugging the cord from its socket. She wound the cord around the pad and returned it to its place in the closet. Then she laid next to Regina on the bed. "Whatcha thinking about?"

"The possibility of having a girl and what our last names are going to be when we're married."

"Okay, well, I'd say the possibility of having a girl is 50/50 and as for the last names, what do you want them to be?"

"I think Regina Swan sounds better than Emma Mills."

Emma laughed. "I'd say you're right there."

"Whatever we choose, I want all the kids to match. So maybe we shouldn't completely drop Mills, Henry's been used to that being his last name for twelve years now. Maybe Swan-Mills?"

"Emma Swan-Mills…I like that. Regina Swan-Mills, yup, that sounds good too. Henry Swan-Mills…yup, all of them sound good."

"Katarina Cora Swan-Mills, Cora Katarina Swan-Mills, those don't sound bad, either."

"So…Swan-Mills, then?"

"It would seem so."

Emma took one of Regina's hands and laced their fingers together. "We've found ourselves a common last name."

"That we have." Regina smiled and raised their connected hands, pressing a soft kiss to Emma's. "Do you still want an October wedding?"

"Right now yes, but we can always bump it up. Let's see how many babies we're having at the ultrasound before we make any solid decisions as for when it should be, alright?"

Regina nodded. "Okay." Waiting at least until then did make sense. What if she ended up carrying four? She could only imagine how huge she would be by October if that were the case. "Until July 29th, then. I set up the appointment, by the way. It's at two."

"When did you set it up?"

"When you were called away yesterday."

"Of course you do it when I'm not here."

"Well we already agreed on it, I didn't think it was necessary for you to be here. I'd just thought of it and you happened to be gone. I wanted to set it up before I forgot."

"Okay, I guess it doesn't really matter as long as I get to be there."

"Of course you get to be there. You'd be crazy to think I'd go alone. No way. I'm going to be extremely nervous, I'll need you there."

Emma smiled. "Aww." She pressed a kiss to her cheek. "You're adorable."

Regina huffed. "Since when is honesty adorable?"

"Since it's you." Emma kissed her cheek again and again, covering it with kisses until the brunette turned her head to connect their lips.

Emma smiled into the kiss and returned it, squeezing the hand in her own gently. "I love you," she murmured when it broke. She kept her face close, close enough that the tips of their noses were touching.

"I love you, too." Regina rubbed her nose against Emma's in an Eskimo kiss.

Emma smiled, finding the action adorable as well. It was one that rarely happened. She pressed a kiss to Regina's forehead and stayed close.

Regina shifted closer and Emma was happy to take her into her arms. She was careful not to touch her lower back as she held her. Regina nuzzled her head against Emma's shoulder, content.

"So, Katarina, huh?" Emma asked.

"I really like the name."

"I like Blaine for a boy."

"Blaine Swan-Mills. Not bad."

"So Katarina or Cora Katarina for a girl and Blaine for a boy?"

"I think that would be okay."

Emma smiled. "Awesome. I love you."

Regina laughed. "You like the name that much, huh?"

"It's what I would've named Henry if I kept him."

"Oh. That makes sense, then."

"Yeah. You know what other girl name would sound good?"

"What?"

"Evanna Regina Swan-Mills."

"Seriously? My first name as a middle name?"

Emma shrugged. "What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing, I suppose. Just not something I would've thought of."

"Well, if there ends up being four, and three of them are girls, we can name them all after everyone. Cora, you, me, and Henry. There can be Katarina Cora or Cora Katarina, Evanna Regina, ummm…Elladora Emma or Magdalene Emma, and then there can be Blaine Henry."

"All of those do sound good…" Regina admitted.

"Or if there's only three we can drop Elladora or Magdalene."

"Why not Evanna?"

"Because Cora Katarina or Katarina Cora and Evanna would be adorable sister names. Plus Evanna Emma doesn't sound as good as Evanna Regina. But if there's only two we can drop Evanna."

"You're assuming there will only be one boy no matter how many children I'm carrying."

"Yeah, well, maybe I just want a bunch of girls. Girl names are prettier and we've thought of a bunch of pretty girl names."

"Please tell me we're not going to be the next couple that winds up on a show like 19 Kids and Counting."

"Well maybe, just maybe a few years after these ones are born I'll want another turn."

Regina's eyes widened. "Even if I have four, which will make five kids total?"

"Maybe."

"And what if you would end up having four?"

"Then we'd have nine kids."

"You're insane."

"I just said maybe. Besides, we don't know how many you have yet. And maybe not all of mine would take, anyway. If you have two and I have one we'd only have four, counting Henry. And then we'd be balanced. You'd have given birth to two and I'd have given birth to two."

"I can't believe I'm not even in the second trimester and we're already talking about more kids."

"I didn't say I absolutely wanted more. I'm not even half sure I want more. I was just saying that I might. 'Cause come on, the babies will be adorable and then they'll start growing up and maybe by that time we'll want more babies."

"We probably couldn't do another twelve year wait. Time is moving forward again, and even though I likely could freeze time again, I probably won't."

"I didn't say anything about a twelve year wait or freezing time again. Your imagination is going a bit haywire. If anything it would be a three to five year wait. And that's only if we one hundred percent decided to have kids again."

"This is giving me a headache."

"Alright, sorry." Emma pressed a kiss to her temple. "I'll stop."

"Thank you." Really, Regina wanted to get through this pregnancy first before thinking of another, regardless of whose body it would be next time if there was a next time.

Emma trailed her hand down to Regina's stomach and let it rest there. "I'll wait to meet you guys before I decide, how does that sound? Mama still loves you."

Regina chuckled. "I think you're starting to talk to them more than I do now."

"Well, you get to be around them longer. Nine, ten months longer. I'm just trying to get them used to me. I'm pretty sure they're already used to you."

"Uh huh."

"Get used to it, I'm not going to stop until you're in labor."

"I'll hold you to that, Miss Swan. I swear, if you continue talking to them during labor –"

Emma laughed. "I won't do that, I promise. You'll need my attention a bit more than they will. It's going to be a good thing we'll be in a hospital, 'cause I'm almost one hundred percent positive you'll end up breaking my hand. If your strength during your hangover last year is anything to go by, that is."

"You're comparing strength during a hangover to strength while giving birth? I think those will be very different."

"Yes, but you're still strong as hell. And if you're carrying multiples…both of my hands will probably end up broken."

"They better not; I'm going to need help. From you, specifically."

"Then don't break them."

"I don't think I'll have a say in the matter of how hard I'll squeeze your hand."

"You kinda do…it all depends on whether or not you get an epidural, or even if you do water birth or not."

"Water birth?"

"You know, water birth. Like giving birth in a big warm pool. I've heard it's a lot easier on the body. Not that I've actually had the chance to experience it. I didn't really have a choice as to how Henry came out."

"Water birth sounds like something for dolphins…I'm not a dolphin."

Emma laughed. "I never said that you were. But it's an option that you should definitely look at, since I gather it isn't one that's offered in the Enchanted Forest."

"No, it wasn't. But I suppose since I'm not there anymore I might as well take advantage of modern techniques available."

"Yes, modern techniques are good."

Regina closed her eyes. "I'm tired now."

Emma smiled. "Alright. Go to sleep." She pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

AN: These past couple chapters have been in daily increments as far as when they take place, and I will continue to do so until it's July 18, 2014 in the story which is when the ballots will be counted and the three finalists will be announced either that day or a few days later. This means that voting will stay open until September 3rd 2013 for this round. The two that don't make it will be removed from the poll and then voting between the finalists will take place. At this moment in time Ruby has 4 votes, Belle has 2 votes, and Dr. Whale has 1 vote. Don't forget to vote for your favorite while you still can!