"Oh, she did it again!" The Queen took Gold's hand and pressed it to her stomach. "Wait, now it will come again. Do you feel it?"
"And I even see it." Gold put both hands on her stomach. He reclined on the couch, leaning against one of the armrests. The Queen settled comfortably on his chest. "She is brisk." He kissed his wife on the temple and again plunged into the stock exchanges, which were running on the TV screen. He didn't take his hands off, however.
"Since she woke up, she is going to show everyone." She settled herself more comfortably.
"That's right." He waved after the child's movements. "Hey." He slightly tickled his wife's side. "Give me five!" Almost immediately after this, he felt a slight push in the palm of his hand. "Look, she's responding."
"She's just responding to the vibration.", the Queen smiled.
"Well, don't spoil everything.", he kissed the Queen again. "Here it is, that's real magic." His phone rang.
"You need to come urgently to the precinct on 19th Street." ,Judge Trenton said in an agitated voice. "The captain just called me. Regina is there. Police officers detained her for drunk driving. They will not start a case, but you must urgently pick up your wife before the news of her detention spread throughout the precinct and beyond."
"How much did the captain drink himself?" Gold asked with a grin. "My wife is now by my side."
"Are you sure?" ,the judge asked confused.
"I don't even know." He leaned toward Regina. "Girl, are you my wife?"
"Absolutely yours." the Queen smiled, turning to her side and hugging him with one hand.
"You see?" he turned to his interlocutor. "For sure!"
"This is strange." ,he continued after a pause. "He assured me that it was Regina. He had no doubt."
"We saw him only once, as far as I can remember." Gold shrugged. "At your birthday, where there were so many guests that he hardly can remember us well. Even I don't remember what he looks like, to be honest. He is confusing her with someone else. In any case, thanks for calling."
"Speaking of guests," the judge said, "we are waiting for you on Saturday, remember?"
"Of course I remember." Gold assured him. "Regina made me go shopping for three hours yesterday, so I could choose a dress for her for this dinner. She can't do it herself, she doesn't like anything. Can you imagine that?"
"Don't tell me, I have three children, and every time it's the same." Trenton grinned.
"Well, thanks again for your concern. Say hello to your wife from Regina! See you." He ended the call and put the phone away.
"And what were these strange questions?" The Queen sat astride him, putting her hands on his shoulders. "Did anyone have doubts that we were married?" She leaned over and kissed his nose.
"No, there is no doubt.", her husband assured her.
"So what was the conversation about?", she asked.
"Miss Mills decided to stay in New York. And since she clearly has not abandoned her Storybrooke habit of driving after a glass of whiskey, New York met her in trouble. She's at the station. The authorities are sure that it's you, so they haven't started a case yet. Trenton asked me to pick you up as soon as possible."
"This is bad." the Queen frowned. "And what will you do?"
"I don't know." ,he pulled her to him and kissed her behind her ear. "It's hard to think when you're sitting on me."
"Stop that." She put her hands on his chest, rising up. "We need to pick her up from the station."
"You think so?" Her husband looked at her thoughtfully.
"I think so." the Queen nodded. "She's my twin and a Regina too. People will have a ton of questions about her. The fewer people saw her, the better. We need to pick her up from there as soon as possible."
"If we rush after her to the station right after Trenton's call, there will be no less questions and maybe even more.", Gold objected.
"At least she won't be giving an explanation yet. Including the topic of who she is and where she came from", the Queen retorted.
"She started giving them almost immediately after I hung up." Gold dismissed. "But what can she say? She has no more reasonable explanations than we do. Perhaps we can let Miss Mills enjoy the New York police, it might serve us well. As a politician, she will be discredited by this scandalous detention. Perhaps this will slightly reduce her fervor. She promised to squeeze us dry, just like the Mayor of Storybrooke would.
"But still, we need to come up with some explanation.", the Queen sighed. "Sooner or later we will need it."
"Maybe a sister who disappeared in infancy?" Gold grinned. "Let's check if you have a birthmark."
"Very funny." ,the Queen grimaced.
"In any case, Miss Mills is on the move." Gold shrugged. "We'll wait and see what she says. I think we will find out pretty soon."