Note: We've got quite a few changing povs, so be careful there.
Also Note: Regina texts in bold, Emma in italics.
"Oh come onnnn. Pick up, pick up."
It goes to voicemail again and she sighs, throwing herself back against the couch.
It's Friday and while she's grown accustomed to spending her late nights alone, that was before the cravings.
She'd do just about anything right now for dark chocolate or maybe a..what was the sandwich Emma used to eat? The peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich she used to snack on between rounds of intercourse used to sound so disgusting but now she literally has a hankering for them and it makes her so angry.
Because it makes her want to call Emma.
And that definitely seems like the worst option at 11pm.
So she rolls forward in an effort to just go get it herself when she's hit with the most excruciating cramp of her life.
She grabs her side and lays back down, hoping that will ease the pain but immediately she realizes that the movement only exacerbates it.
"Ahhh," she hisses and reaches for her phone, heart already racing from the fear of what could be causing this.
She thinks calling Kat, who hasn't answered any of her last 5 calls.
Briefly considers the ambulance, then upon realizing that's too dramatic, she settles on the next best option.
The call comes at nearly 7 a.m. If she were a normal person, she'd probably be furious to be awoken on a Saturday morning this early but as luck would have it, she's been up three hours, creating a resume and doing some at home workouts to clear her head.
So it doesn't wake her, but it certainly alarms her.
Because it's Kat.
And Kat never calls.
"Hello? Kat? Is everything alright?"
"Hey Emma, everything is fine...it's just…"
She's already headed back to her room to grab shoes, fearing the worst.
"Where's Regina? Is she okay?"
"She's fine, Emma, don't worry! She's okay, she just had a little scare. She-"
"What? What kind of scare? Where is she now?"
"She's at New York Pres...but, she's really alright-"
She hangs up with a quick 'be there soon' and jets out the door.
She opts to run again, it just seems faster than car or subway.
She rushes through the doors a sweaty mess, running on pure adrenaline after sprinting for the better part of 23 minutes.
She's just about to approach the counter and demand to see Regina when a voice calls her name.
"Kat, what's going on? Where is she?"
"Calm down, Emma, show your ID, sign in and I'll take you to her. She's fine."
Even as she signs her name and shakily hands over her ID, Kat murmurs all the while not to worry and that Regina is fine and it does wonders.
Until she reaches the room and her blood runs cold.
"What the fuck?," she mumbles as she rolls her eyes.
The door pushing open abruptly clearly frightens them both and she delights in it for his sake as much as she feels bad for Regina.
"Emma," Regina legitimately looks surprised which only serves to frustrate her more but she'll tend to Regina before dealing with fuck face.
"Gina, what's going on? Are you okay? Kathryn said you were in pain? Is the baby alright?"
She wants to reach out and touch Regina's stomach but she's not sure if that's allowed so she keeps her hands where they are but clinches the side of the bed in a death grip.
"I'm fine dear, perfectly fine. I was just having a bit of stomach pain."
"Why didn't you call me, Regina?"
Regina actually rolls her eyes. "It was hardly anything to worry you about, Emma."
She thinks that statement is supposed to anger her. It's the first emotion that pops up but she knows it's only because it hurts.
"I...baby…., she stops because her voice breaks but also because 'baby' slipped out and she has to swallow to regain her composure.
"You're having my baby, Regina. You should've called."
"I didn't want to bother you if it turned out to be nothing, which is exactly what it was so-"
"Is that what you think? You honestly think you'd be bothering me?!"
Regina opens her mouth but he's actually the next to speak.
"I'm just going to step out."
"Yeah, you do that Robin," she says it with a sneer that he most certainly deserves after showing up here to take care of her gir….
She's not yours, remember?
Girlfriend or not, the fact remains that she should've called me.
The moment the door clicks shut, she closes her eyes and counts to 10.
"Emma, don't be upset. I had a small cramp in my side that was worrying me so I came in just to see what it was. I just wanted to check in on the baby. If anything was wrong, I promise I would've called you sooner."
"But I wouldn't have been the first to know," she says slowly opening her eyes and staring right into Regina's brown orbs.
She swallows because she knows that she's right about that.
"If something had happened to you, or God forbid, this kid, I would've been the last fucking person to know and that's not fair."
Regina at least has the sense to look guilty about that.
"When did you get here? When did the pain start?"
"Around midnight."
"Did he drive you here or was he already...?"
"He drove me, I called him.."
That comforts her and drives her crazy all at once.
At least Robin wasn't already with her but to know that she went out of her way to call him instead eats away at her a little.
"I would've done it."
"It was late."
But they both know that's a lame excuse. She knows exactly how little Emma sleeps.
"I thought you might be out. I didn't want to interrupt."
She sighs, barely holding back restrained tears.
"We can't function like this. We can't...we can't raise a kid together like this."
The vibe in the room shifts as Regina stiffens.
"What's the supposed to mean? If...if you don't want to do this, I-"
"Regina, that's not the issue! That's the exact opposite of the issue! I'm right here. I'm showing up, on time mind you. I'm learning to swaddle, I'm at the appointments, I'm reading the pamphlets and shit but I can't help if I don't know what you need! I need you to communicate with me. Just like you need to know that you can rely on me to pick up our son or daughter, I need to know if you're not feeling well! I need to know if you're headed to the hospital. It's my kid too, I'm new at this too! I know it seems like I don't have a care in the world, but I worry just as much as you do and it's not fair to just leave me in the dark about everything! I don't want to be the last to know about cramps or bloating or...whatever because before we know it, I'll be the last to know about soccer games and school performances! And I sure as hell don't want Robin standing there in my place. I don't want someone else having to show up for my kid and I don't want them thinking I wasn't there because I didn't want to be there. Because it's all I want."
She takes a deep breath. She honestly doesn't mean to yell.
She sighs and tries to internally fix her volume before continuing.
"I just...I just want to be there for you. Whatever you need. You're the mother of my child. You're never bothering me. Nothing that you ask for is an inconvenience to me."
She places her hand gently on the sheets covering Regina's stomach, toying with the cheap fabric.
"You're giving me so much right now. I...wanna give it right back.."
"I-," Regina clears her throat before continuing, "I didn't realize you felt so strongly about all of this…"
She looks up at Regina again and sees her eyes filled to the brim with unshed tears.
"Yeah, well, safe to say I feel pretty strongly about you and mango."
One tear slips as her eyes crinkle in a laugh. "Mango?"
She reaches to catch it before it stains her face. She hates seeing Regina cry.
"Yeah, at this stage, it's a total mango in there. Almost a foot long and I read that she can feel you dancing."
"She?"
She blushes. "Selfish of me to want a little girl that's just like you?"
Regina doesn't acknowledge the statement verbally, but she does bring her hand to cover hers over her stomach, playing with her fingers and she delights in it.
"I'm sorry for not calling right away. If we're being honest?"
"Always."
"...I think that I want this with you but...I don't want you to let me down. I don't want to call and have you not answer. I don't want to worry about baby things just for you to wave it off."
"If we're being honest, I get why you'd feel like that. I know that when we first started all of this, I was pretty anti-baby, anti relationship, anti-strings. And then…," she flails her free hand around, hoping it makes some sort of sense. "It all changed for me. You changed everything. I know you don't believe me yet, I know I need to prove it, but...I wouldn't let you down. I won't." She grips Regina's hand a little tighter and leans in to place a gentle kiss on the bump, unable to stop herself..
"I'm here for you, I'm not going to disappear. I'm not going to disappoint you and I'm not going to let you down. Either of you. You'll see."
She's talking to the mango just as fiercely and she hopes this baby is on target for hearing development.
She hopes her words resonate even behind layers of skin.
She's not going to mess this up.
She and Regina may never have another shot, but this is the one thing she has to get right.
It takes a week for her to get the courage.
She wasn't lying when she told Emma the reason for her lack of phone calls and info.
The only thing more terrifying than having this baby is feeling like she's going at it alone.
The only thing more heartbreaking than raising their child by herself is giving Emma the opportunity to be apart of it all, only to be rejected or neglected.
But Emma had said she'd be there, had said she wanted to be there, even for the little things so she's about to test that.
She taps the phone icon next to Emma's name lightly and puts her on speaker, as she paces the length of her kitchen.
Two rings is all it takes.
"Hey Gina, what's up? You okay?"
That greeting makes her smile and instantly eases her fear.
"Of course, Mango and I are great!" She covers her own face, thinking about how ridiculous that sounds, though admittedly, the name mango has really stuck with her.
Better than bell pepper, that's certain.
"We're calling because we wanted to know if you wanted to maybe go do some crib shopping? It's probably...probably too early to start thinking about that sort of stuff, but I want to get the big stuff taken care of before I"m too big to take care of it. Plus, summer will be here before we know it, and my ankles are already starting to swell so I just don't think I'll be up for it, the further along I get. So...if you want to-"
"Yeah yeah, I definitely want to. I can pick you up in an hour if you want? I just need to jump in the shower."
"Yes, that sounds great. Thank you, dear."
"No...thank you."
The silence lingers for a minute and she wonders if Emma is smiling as wide as she is.
"Right, well I'll see you in an hour then?"
"One hour. Don't be late," she says with a hint of mirth.
"You know I won't be."
And for once, she wholeheartedly believes it.
From the moment Emma showed up at her door, she started having regrets about extending this invite.
The reality is that she's in love with Emma.
The reality is that she finds her incredibly sexy and so, of course, she almost always wants to be touching her.
While that desire went away post break up, it seems to have returned with a vengeance and with each passing minute, it's getting tougher to remember why she vowed to keep her hands and lips to herself.
Because Emma has opened every door for her. She's stood unfairly close and smells unusually good. The hand that continues to find its way at the bottom of her back isn't helping either.
But the thing that's really starting to get her is watching Emma talk concerned parent.
She can honestly say she's never been more turned on by this woman than when she's asking about a stroller's safety features or crouched down on the ground inspecting a crib's structural integrity.
Watching her muscles flex as she pushes a stroller back and forth to check out "how well it glides."
"I don't know, it just seems a little thin. I just don't want it catching every rock or bump while I'm running, you know?"
"Why would you be running?"
"I've read babies find it soothing. Something new to look at every step of the way but I also want it to be comfortable enough and smooth enough for Mango to fall asleep if they want to. You know?"
Emma doesn't wait for her response. "Yeah, let's keep looking. I want to love it. And if I don't love it, I doubt the baby will."
This is a moment where 6 months ago, she absolutely would've grabbed Emma's hand and kissed her like no one was watching.
Now she wrings her hands together just to keep herself in check.
The last thing she wants to do is give Emma mixed signals.
Okay so….there miiiight be a chance she's giving off some mixed signals.
Admittedly, she didn't mean for this to happen but one minute they were purchasing a crib and the next, she was watching Emma effortlessly put it together and that was it.
All it took was watching her attach 12A to 13C and she was gone.
She probably could've cum from that alone, just listening to Emma read instructions and hammer a few nails.
But what would've been the fun in that?
So when Emma finally brushed her hands together after an hour of manual labor and asked if there was anything else Regina needed, it took less than a second for her to cross the room and claim her lips.
And while initially Emma seemed surprised, she certainly wasn't pushing her away.
Even with the extra weight, she had effortlessly carried her back to the master and set her down as if she might break, before leaning down and placing another gentle kiss on her lips.
She's sweet as she runs her fingers through her hair and tender as she kisses a path from her jaw to her neck.
And it's all great...but not at all what she's looking for right now.
While Emma had certainly opened her eyes to a million different ways to experience sex, she rarely ever felt like she needed it any particular way.
But this baby must be doing something to her body because today she knows exactly what she wants and it's not this.
She needs to speed this up.
She claws at Emma's shirt and pulls her in for another kiss, teeth biting her lip to indicate exactly what she's in the mood for.
And Emma picks up the hint as if it hasn't been months since they last did this.
Emma arches her eyebrow and upon receiving a nod, she dives in.
Kissing and nipping at her neck, all while pulling her sundress up and over her head.
Emma steps back to admire her and for a minute she feels self-conscious, knowing that she's obviously put on some weight.
"God, how is it possible that you've gotten more beautiful?"
She smiles in relief and then scoots up to the top of the bed towards the pillows.
Emma has given her just enough confidence to take the control she wants.
"Strip for me."
Emma still takes instruction as well as she remembers.
Her shirt is off in seconds and she unbuttons her jeans and slides them off quickly as well.
The only thing left is her underwear.
Those fucking underwear.
She's missed this sight and she lifts her hand to halt Emma from removing anything else.
"Leave those on for now."
Emma swallows but does exactly what she's told.
"Be a dear and help me get out of these?" She snaps the hem of her panties.
Emma slides on the bed and reaches for them, slipping them down her legs gently.
"Can I touch you now?"
Her first thought when Emma asks permission is 'good girl' and that turns her on even more.
All this control is really doing something for her.
"No. Not yet. First, I want to watch you touch yourself. Can you stroke yourself for me?"
She's never asked Emma to do that before.
She's certainly watched it happen and God, it's the sexiest thing on the planet but she's never been in the mood to watch it like she is now.
"Yeah," she answers breathlessly. "You want these off?" She pulls at her own waistband.
"Mmm, yes. Let's get rid of those."
She pulls them off with a little trouble, as she's on her knees, but once her dick springs free, they both let out a moan and as if perfectly in sync, their hands each inch their way down the own torsos.
She rubs her clit as Emma grasps herself firmly and starts to slowly jerk herself off.
"Fuuuuck."
"Mmm, does it feel good Emma?" She asks just as she slips a single digit inside of herself, throwing her head back, eyes screwed shut. It's been waaaay too long since anyone has been inside her and she's so tight.
"Yeah, feels amazing."
"You keep doing that and I'll-," she breaks off to insert a second finger and closes her eyes again.
"Ahh, God."
Emma groans as she continues to watch attentively and while her moaning combined with the slick sounds of her jerking off just for her is helping, she needs a little more.
And apparently so does Emma.
"Gina, fuck. This feels good but I'd rather be inside you babe."
She shakes her head instantly. She's already crossed a line by initiating this, she can't let it get completely out of hand.
But at the same time, she needs her touch. She craves it.
"I have something different in mind for now," she removes her fingers and they glisten with moisture.
She pushes them towards Emma who wastes no time in leaning forward and licking them clean, never once taking her hand off of her cock, pumping harder with one hand while squeezing her balls with the other.
Emma's moan around her fingers send vibrations all the way from her hand to her core and she turns her head to the side, other hand clutching at the pillow.
"Lick me, Em."
Again she takes instructions flawlessly and dives in, lapping her up like she just walked through a desert for 40 days and 40 nights.
Both of Emma's hands are on her and it's exactly what she needs. One hand on her incredibly sensitive breasts and the other is wrapped around her leg that's been tossed over Emma's shoulder.
Her knuckles are white, clenching the sheets harder than ever.
She can't tell if Emma's somehow gotten better at this or if she's really just forgotten how good this feels.
The former frustrates her, even if she can't verify its validity. Has Emma improved because she's been sleeping with other people?
Seems like a silly question. Sleeping with other people is what Emma does.
And that thought makes it easier to forego Emma's pleasure in lieu of her own.
"Right there. Fuuuu-yes, yessss."
She grips blonde locks to hold her right where she is, right where she wants her.
Her hips thrust up into Emma's mouth, forcing her tongue as deep as it can go and she cums loudly, arched off the bed, forcing Emma to arch with her.
Emma doesn't let up until she's literally shaking and writhing underneath her, licking and sucking until eventually she pushes her head away.
"Fuck, no more. No more."
Emma is grinning with pride and she rolls her eyes, but smiles because she knows how to give credit where it's due.
Her eyes slip closed as her breathing settles but it picks right back up when she feels lips on her torso, inching their way back up.
You've already gone way too far. You cannot have sex with her, she reminds herself.
And even if she could go again, she knows she can't. Sex would be way too intimate. While she originally had kissed Emma out of a heated need, now that that's been taken care of, she can only see them making love, which is, by definition, a mixed signal.
"You think," kiss, "you've got," kiss, "one more in you? Cuz my first one is still locked and loaded."
Emma kisses her lips once, "Get it?" and then twice, "loaded?," she's grinning when she pulls away and sighs, "I've missed this. I've missed you."
She sighs internally.
This is what she was afraid of.
Of course she's missed Emma.
Of course she's missed the sex.
But this doesn't mean they're back together. And if the light in Emma's eyes is anything to go by, she isn't picking up on that fact.
Well what did you think was going to happen?
She sighs outwardly. "Ah, not tonight dear. You've certainly worn me out." She does her best to sound uninterested but it must not be working because, to her surprise, Emma grins, kisses her once on the cheek and rolls over off of her.
"Fair enough. You are kind of exerting energy for two now. Did...did you want me to make you something? I could prob-,"
"Oh no, it's fine. I think I'll actually just grab a shower and then head to bed."
She tries to make it clear that she plans on sleeping alone but again, it seems to go right over Emma's head.
"Well you sure you don't want something to eat first? I don't have to cook. I can just order something. Orrrrrr maybe you'd like some company in there?" Emma sits up and leans back on her hands while she opens her drawer to grab a fresh pair of panties.
She looks over to find her grinning ear to ear,one eyebrow arched playfully, and her heart breaks for the heart she's about to break.
"Em...I don't think that's a good idea."
"No no, you're right. There's so much shit in take out and you should really be watching your cholesterol. Okay, settled. You shower, I'll cook."
"No I mean, you...staying...doesn't seem like a good idea."
Emma's halfway out of bed, facing away from her, when she says it.
She sits for a moment, not moving, not saying anything and she's torn about whether she'd rather be able to see Emma's face or not.
"Oh, yeah." She leans down to grab her underwear and by the way she quickly puts them on and searches for the rest of her clothes without looking her way, she knows she's hurt her.
"Em, I'm sor-"
"No. Nope. I'm sorry. It's...it's my fault for reading into it."
"No, it's my fault. I got carried away. My hormones are a little all over the place and I just...let this go too far already. I wouldn't want to blur the lines anymore than we already have. And...I don't want to lead you on at all. That wasn't my intention."
"No need to explain, Regina," she says tossing on her shirt, foregoing a bra, probably in the interest of escaping asap. "You needed a body, you needed a release. You got what you needed. Believe me...I get it."
She shrugs. "Yeah…," while Emma isn't wrong about her body's need, she certainly wouldn't have just done it with anyone.
But now she's wondering if it would've hurt Emma less to sate her need with someone else.
"Em, can we just forget this ever happened? We were making progress and I just don't want to take 10 steps back."
"Yup, got it. Forgotten. I'll see you at the next appointment Regina."
Emma's gone before she even finishes her sentence and all she wants to do is take it back.
All of it.
"Em? Em, it's me! It's dark as shit in here. Where are you?"
She hears her trip over something. "Alexa, turn up the living room lights."
"Turning up living room lights."
"Em, what's up? You 9-1-1'd me on date night. Belle and I literally just got back, and I'm pretty sure she's in a sex mood so I've got like 10 minutes so spill quick."
"Regina...used me tonight."
"To do what?"
"To get off."
Ruby laughs out loud but realizes after seeing her face that it's no laughing matter and promptly closes her mouth into a frown.
"Oh….oh. So...basically she pulled a you?"
"Yeah okay but a me from like a year ago! And I didn't even get a chance to…," she makes a jerking gesture, causing Ruby to cringe.
"Oh shit, seriously? Did she thigh you and 'bye' you?! Wow. I didn't know she had it in her."
"Worse. She had me naked and literally on my knees for her. Got off and then said she was tired and basically kicked me out. Like, what the fuck? All the shit she gave me about sleeping with her and then neglecting her feelings and then she literally does the same thing to me? What kind of shit is that?"
"Uh….the kinda shit you literally did up until you fell for her."
"Yes, but then I did...and I thought she did...so why sleep with me if you don't want to be with me?"
"Wh-I-I can't believe I'm having this conversation with you of all people. Emma, look, she slept with you -correction, she got off on you- to take care of an itch. You know her hormones are all out of whack, it probably caught her by surprise too, knowing how uptight she is."
Even angry, she interjects, "She's not uptight."
"Whatever. Moral of the story is that she probably had a moment of weakness, now she's trying to reinstitute boundaries. My advice? Just forget it ever happened."
"That's what she said! How the hell am I supposed to forget it? It was the first time I've kissed her in months. And for me it was great but it sounds like for her it meant absolutely nothing."
"I wouldn't go so far as to say nothing, but I also wouldn't make it more than what it was. Think of it as being...baby mamas with benefits."
She rolls her eyes. "I don't want benefits. I want her." Ruby shrugs, having already shared her opinion.
"Whatever. We'll forget it ever happened," she says in air quotes, "and we'll just go back to seeing each other at appointments. We were going to go get paint for the baby's room next week, but I'm sure she can handle it just fine."
Ruby's eyes widen. "Oh no no. Of all of your options, that's the worst one. You cannot cancel on her or it will remind her exactly why she's keeping you as a baby mama with benefits and not something more."
"Stop saying that!"
Ruby finally takes a seat on the couch, forcing Emma to move her legs.
"Em, listen. I...I know she hurt you tonight and I can only imagine how it would feel if B did that to me but you can't hold a grudge. You can't retaliate by not being the best parenting partner you can be. Just like she forgave you for all those times you hurt her, you've gotta cut her some slack for her one lapse in judgment and keep moving forward."
She swallows and her heart hurts just imagining leaving Regina feeling this way for months.
"Yeah, okay."
"Okay okay? Not just 'yeah okay'?"
"Yes, I'll forget about it. Keep moving forward."
"That's my girl," Ruby rubs her thigh before shoving her legs off of her lap. "Alright, I gotta go bitch. I'll text you later. In the meantime, apologize to baby mama. Let her know y'all are good."
She actually laughs aloud. Ruby always seems to know what she needs when she needs it.
"Bye, tell wifey I said hi. And..thanks Rubes."
"Of course, see you later slut."
She sighs and pulls her phone from her pocket, feeling just encouraged enough to text.
Just as she's about to click on her messages icon, she sees Spotify and has a thought.
Regina has long since deleted all of the songs from their playlist. It had actually surprised her one day to open it only to find every song gone. And she cried for the rest of the day.
But now she thinks it's time for a fresh start. Maybe they won't get a fresh start as a couple but this kid they share is a pretty cool thing.
She's never met him or her, they don't even know which one they're getting, opting at the last minute to be surprised, but she knows she's already in love.
And that's worthy of a playlist for sure.
She adds two new songs and changes the title of the playlist from "Us" to "Mango".
Added a few songs to our new family playlist.
"Kat, you should've seen her. She looked devastated. Which I can't blame her for. She left in a hurry right after and said she'd see me at the next doctor's appointment but honestly,...I'd be surprised if she even shows up to that. God, I can't believe I screwed up like this. I usually have so much control it's just...she was working so hard and it's like now her talking about prenatal vitamins is the new dirty talk and she just smelled so damn good."
Kat laughs on the other end which makes her chuckle as well. "I wish I was exaggerating."
"Anyway, it's late. Mango and I should get to slee-well, because it's the size of a mango n-well, no, but we're holding off on a gender. We kind of decided on a whim to wait. I think it builds up a lot of expectations to know the gender. So mango for now."
She turns off her kitchen light and heads back upstairs.
"Mmm, okay. Well, thanks for the terrible pep talk."
"Yes, I'll call her tomorrow. She won't answer but sure, I'll try."
"I promise. Alright, goodnight Kat."
She hangs up to find that she's received a text.
From Emma.
Her heart rate picks up. She hopes to God, it's not an 'I can't do this' text.
Immediately upon reading it, she feels guilty about her last thought. Because this is far from that.
It's an olive branch if she's ever seen one and she's not going to waste it.
It's late, almost 11pm, but the response is almost immediate.
Mango. Cute.
Omg. "You're Having My Baby". Clever.
OMG. It's the Glee cover. I essentially have two kids on my hands.
She laughs out loud. THE SEED INSIDE YOU, BABY, DO YOU FEEL IT GROWING?!
Stop.
YOU'RE HAVING MY BABY!
Okay, you sent it at the same time he screamed it.
That's going to be my new favorite thing to scream.
Mid-orgasm?
Psh. What orgasm?!
She sends it with a tongue out winking emoji so that she knows she's kidding.
She laughs and sighs in relief, knowing that Emma doesn't seem to be holding tonight against her and it encourages her to have a little fun too.
Wanna sext? Would that help?
She includes the same winking face that Emma sent and waits for a reply.
Bubbles pop up. Then disappear. Then reappear again.
Please stop trying to have sex with me. God, you're so fucking thirsty. ;)
She laughs out loud.
I would but that tongue is talented AF.
Isn't that what the kids say?
She manages to laugh with her whole body while also getting turned on, the oddest combination in history.
Yes, correct usage. But next time, let's not follow it up immediately with an old people phrase. Lol. And thank you. ;)
She includes a tongue emoji too, at the last minute, for good measure.
Who knows? Maybe they will end up sexting. She certainly wouldn't be upset about it.
Oh my. There's a tongue...What other emoticons have I been missing out on?
She sends the a-okay emoji and the pointing finger.
Fingering.
Regina sends back a scandalized face but then immediately follows it up with…
I actually prefer two, with the two fingers emoji.
Thoughts on this?, with the whole hand emoji.
Regina sends a smiling devil and that's when she decides to go all out.
She sends three eggplants with no text.
It takes a few minutes before she gets a response but when she does, she realizes it's worth the wait.
Three mouth wide open emojis.
Okay, two can play that game.
She sends back three water splashes, wondering if Regina will piece it together.
She laughs harder than she ever has when she gets back three drooling faces.
"Oh my fucking God. This girl is amazing. And she's HAVING MY BABY!"
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No one is more surprised about this update than me. I promise you that. Don't expect them to continue to come this quickly but the amount of reviews really motivated us, glad to know you guys are still with us. Feel free to keep submitting ideas during the pregnancy. It's been a fun challenge slipping them into an already determined story-line. The second song on the playlist is "I Can't Wait For You To Get Here" by Mat Kearney, if you're trying to give it a listen. Thanks for your favorites and follows! Until next time!
