A/N: now all the drama is basically over, each chapter will cover one month, with the progression of time hinted at throughout. I can't believe this story is coming to an end so soon. I also can't believe I've written almost 100,000 words. That's twice as much as my Masters thesis! Anyway on with June's antics (which include steamy sexy times again!)

June 2015

"I'm not lying," Emma insisted, grabbing Regina's hand and placing it back against her belly. "Shrimp kicked. Just wait a moment and you'll feel it too."

"Emma it was probably your stomach rumbling, as usual," the brunette sighed.

"No, it was Shrimp. I'm sure of it," Emma said. "Doc said to expect some movement as I pass 20 weeks, didn't she. It's been 23 weeks so the little one's a bit late but making up for it. That was a strong kick."

Regina sighed and allowed her hand to splay out against the swelling stomach whilst she settled against the wall and continued to read her book. It was a Tuesday morning and she and Emma were sat side by side on her bed, enjoying the quiet bunk whilst the rest of the prisoners were at work. Regina still hadn't been cleared to go back even though her surgery scars had healed and her job was mostly desk bound. Emma had been allowed to stop work due to her pregnancy and the stress of the attack so both women had spent the time since Regina's release lounging around the prison, loving being able to be together every waking second without fear.

"Enjoying the book?" Emma asked as she waited for Shrimp to prove her right.

"Yes," Regina nodded. "Tremain has quite a gift."

"Told you," Emma smirked. "I've read all of the ones in this library though. I'd recommend The Road Home after you fin- did you feel that?" she asked excitedly.

Regina stared at her hand covering Emma's stomach. A distinct nudge had been felt against her palm. Slowly, a wide smile spread over her face as she looked up into the emerald eyes before her.

"Shrimp," she whispered.

"Our baby's moving," Emma nodded.

"How does it feel?" Regina asked.

"Strange," Emma replied. "I can feel little ripples over my whole stomach and the kicks feel like someone is poking me gently from the inside out."

Regina gazed back at the bump in awe, her hand still in position, eager to feel Shrimp again.

The two women sat like that until Shrimp moved to press on Emma's bladder and the moment was broken.

"Are you really going to make me sit here and fold things every single day now?" Emma asked Boyd as she threw another towel onto the pile.

"Yep," Boyd confirmed. "Your girlfriend is still super scary when she wants to be and she made me promise to look out for you. You're not allowed to stand up for long periods of time and you're not allowed to lift anything."

Emma grumbled as she picked up the next towel. "I'm five and a half months pregnant. I have another two months before I'm signed off on maternity leave. Are you honestly going to confine me to this boring ass task the entire time?"

"I do not want my head ripped off and impaled on a spike," she replied darkly.

"Regina wouldn't actually do that," Emma reasoned.

"Wouldn't she?" Boyd asked, eyebrow raised.

"Well, probably not," Emma conceded. "But who's going to tell her if you let me get up and walk around just a little bit. I promise not to say anything."

"Swanny, don't even try it. I'll tie you to the chair if I have to," the blonde teased.

"You're both mean," Emma said, glaring at her friend.

"No, we care about you and about your baby and want to keep you both safe. It's different," Boyd argued.

"Seems the same to me," Emma declared as she finished folding the towels and stood to carry them over to the storage area.

"Nope! Don't even try it Swan," Boyd said, scowling as she walked over and batted Emma's hands away before pointing to the chair and waiting until the pregnant woman had sat down.

"Oh Regina is so in for it," Emma groaned as she settled back in her chair once more.

"If you don't let me do my normal work tasks, I'm not going to let you come," Emma whispered as she licked the shell of Regina's ear.

Biting her lip at the sensation, the brunette steadied her voice before replying. "How are they the same thing?"

Emma moved back, sliding her hands down Regina's sides and pulling her top up and off before reaching to remove her own. The brunette's hands moved instantly to caress her swollen belly.

"Because I want to work," Emma said, placing a kiss to Regina's lips. "And you want to come."

As she spoke, Emma's hands slid lower, beneath the waistband of Regina's trousers and over the smooth mound to her waiting heat. The brunette's breath hitched but she didn't break eye contact, looking challengingly at the younger woman as her fingertips teased through dripping folds.

"So, what's it going to be?" Emma asked as her fingers slid further, circling Regina's entrance before moving back up and skating over her clit. Regina said nothing, her resolve still strong. "Fair enough," Emma said, sinking onto her knees. "I like a challenge."

Pulling Regina's pants and panties down, Emma wasted no time in covering the slick sex with her mouth. The brunette leaned backwards against the laundry room wall as her hands moved to Emma's hair. The tip of the blonde's tongue fluttered against her clit before moving down to press against her opening. Quickly replacing her tongue with one, then two fingers, Emma leaned back on her heels and looked up to Regina's face, the brunette's chest rising and falling heavily.

"Can I work like a normal person yet?" Emma asked.

"No," Regina said through gritted teeth as Emma's fingers continued to pump inside her.

Smiling salaciously, Emma returned her mouth to Regina's clit, adding a third finger as she did so to stretch the brunette wider in the most delicious way. Regina bucked her hips forward, the pressure inside coiling as she watched the blonde between her legs. Emma nipped her clit, causing Regina to cry out. As Emma felt the telltale contractions around her fingers, she stopped moving her mouth and pulled her fingers away.

Regina whimpered at the loss and glowered at Emma as the blonde leaned back once more.

"Can I work now?"

Regina let out a shuddering breath. "No," she replied. "I don't want you lifting things when you're pregnant."

"Then you'd better lift yourself onto that table over there," Emma said, standing up and pushing Regina gently towards a space on the work surface where she'd laid towels earlier.

Regina arched an eyebrow but complied, hopping up and watching as Emma rid herself of the rest of her clothes. Once the brunette was lying on her back, a naked Emma climbed up herself, ignoring Regina's hands which shot out to help her. When she was kneeling beside her girlfriend, Emma placed a gentle kiss to Regina's lips before positioning one knee on either side of Regina's head, facing down the toned body beneath her. The brunette's breath hitched when she realised what Emma's plan was. Staring up into the dripping sex, Regina could smell the blonde's essence, now mere inches from her face.

"If you're not going come, I certainly am," Emma said as she lowered herself onto the eager mouth beneath her.

Regina lapped instantly at the proffered pussy, her tongue laving every inch of Emma as the blonde fell forwards onto her forearms, steadying herself and taking most of her weight to avoid smothering Regina. Not that the brunette seemed to mind as her hands came up to wrap around Emma's thighs, pulling her harder against her tongue and lips.

Emma groaned as she felt Regina's tongue slide inside her, flickering against her walls. She leaned forwards and covered Regina's sex with her own mouth, drawing a gasp from the brunette who broke away from Emma and looked down to see the younger woman lying as on top of her as her pregnant belly would allow.

Smirking into Regina's sex at the fact that her movement had made the brunette stop, Emma paused her licks too. Turning her head, she caught Regina's eye and asked once more: "Can I work?"

Without waiting for an answer, Emma resumed her thorough exploration of Regina's soaked folds, smiling as she felt Regina do the same. The sounds of tongues laving wet flesh filled the laundry room as both women worked hard to push the other to their peak. Deciding Regina needed a little more to get her to the edge, Emma used her hands to spread the brunette's ass cheeks and circled the hidden puckered hole with one finger.

"Yes!" Regina's cry was muffled against Emma's sex but the blonde knew exactly what she had said. Sliding her finger up to coat it in wetness, she moved it back down and gently pushed inside Regina's ass. Hips bucked up into Emma's face and the blonde pinned her more firmly as she sealed her mouth around Regina's clit. The younger woman was struggling to focus as Regina's own tongue circled her clitoris tightly before sucking it hard. Emma moaned as she felt the brunette's teeth graze over the nerves and she teased Regina's clit at the same time, mirroring her girlfriend's movements. Regina cried out, the sound smothered as she maintained contact with Emma's sex. Leaning back, Emma ground down lightly against Regina's face, using the added pressure to tip herself over the edge and she choked out Regina's name before falling forwards once more, her head resting on a trembling thigh as aftershocks rippled through both women's spent bodies.

"OK," Regina sighed and Emma climbed off the brunette, turned around and lay beside her, snuggling up close. "You can work normally, but only until Doctor Fisher says otherwise."

"Deal," Emma smiled, pressing a kiss to Regina's lips.

"Why don't you want to know?" Emma asked.

"I just like the idea of being surprised," Regina shrugged. The two women were sat outside Doctor Fisher's office, waiting for Emma's six month scan. "I don't care whether Shrimp is a boy or a girl, I just want them to be happy and healthy."

"Or you've become so fond of the name Shrimp that you don't want us to start saying he or she?" Emma teased.

"Hardly," Regina chuckled. "But it's your baby, we can find out if you want to."

"It's our baby," Emma reminded her girlfriend. "But I do want to know. I've always been impatient. I can't wait another three months to find out."

"I suppose it would make decorating the nursery and buying clothes in what society would label gender appropriate colours easier," Regina mused. "OK, if that's what you want, we can ask Fisher now."

"Ask me what?" the woman said, coming out of her office and smiling at the couple.

"The sex of the baby," Emma said.

"Are you sure you want to know?" Fisher asked as she stood back to let the two women walk past her into the office.

Regina and Emma shared a look before the brunette nodded once and turned back to Doctor Fisher.

"Yes," Regina said firmly.

"It's a boy."

Emma gasped. "Shrimp is a boy?"

Fisher nodded. "Yep. I've known since your first scan actually. Booth knows too. Congratulations Miss Swan. And Miss Mills," she added as an afterthought.

Regina smiled gratefully and turned to place a hand tenderly on Emma's stomach. "Hello little man," she said, bending over to speak closer to the bump.

"We're going to have a son," Emma whispered, resting one hand on Regina's shoulder and the other on the swell of her belly.

"Yes, we are," Regina smiled, straightening up and placing a chaste kiss to Emma's lips.

"So, are you ready to see him again?" Fisher asked, turning from the ultrasound machine and gesturing for Emma to hop up onto the examination bed once more.

Any feedback on this monthly chapter approach would be greatly appreciated!