Emma shifted impatiently in front of the laptop. Drummed her fingertips against the table as she waited for her Skype call to be answered. The drumming on the table would have been pretty annoying had Emma been in public, but she wasn't, and she couldn't help the impatient little gesture. What was Regina doing right now? Was she asleep? No. They had agreed to Skype now. Emma grimaced slightly. Maybe Regina was throwing up. Again. She still did that a lot. Poor darling. All alone. Emma's chest tightened unexpectedly, and her mouth twisted as she grimaced at the thought of Regina having to deal with this all on her own.
It was a week since she had come home from Madrid, and even though she had fallen into her old rhythm with work and friends and apartment hunting, things were still difficult. She missed Regina. Badly. Yes, they were in contact every single day, but it wasn't quite the same as seeing each other every single day. Holding her in her arms. Kissing and cuddling her. It was so fucking hard knowing that there was a screen (and an ocean) between them. Emma silently counted the weeks until she could see Regina again. Regina was nine weeks pregnant now. Nine weeks exactly today, actually. Emma quelled a sigh. Week nine, week ten, week eleven, week twelve. God, week twelve a long way away! Time seemed to stretch out in front of her. Emma couldn't help but think about how physically different Regina would be when they saw each other again. By then, there would be a bump on her stomach. An actual bump. A baby bump. Emma's heart started to beat a little faster in her chest as she imagined Regina with a baby bump.
She drummed her fingertips against the table again. What WAS Regina doing?
Emma shifted impatiently once more. She really wanted to talk to Regina. She missed her. The previous week had been busy for both of them. The photo jobs had suddenly piled up, and Regina had been occupied with working at the bar and at her father's restaurant in Toledo. Emma had been a little concerned about that, but so far, it looked like Regina was doing just fine.
Emma frowned. Now she was getting a bit worried, though. They had agreed to skype now. Before Emma had to head down to the darkroom, and before Regina went to bed. She glanced at her watch. Maybe Regina had fallen asleep? That could very well be the case. Regina was still pretty tired and tended to crash whenever she could. Emma found that to be positively adorable, and she cursed the fact that she couldn't be there to nap with Regina. And she cursed the fact that she didn't know what Regina was doing right now. Why wasn't she answering? That was strange. Emma took a deep breath and reminded herself to act normal. Of course there was a perfectly rational explanation as to why Regina wasn't answering right now. It didn't automatically mean that something was wrong. Emma really had to learn to chill when it came to Regina. She was fine. Of course she was fine. Emma was just being paranoid. She scoffed, annoyed at herself. Why was she so incapable of relaxing when it came to Regina? She certainly never had freaked out if Neal hadn't returned her calls. She had just gotten annoyed. Emma chuckled a little to herself. Made you wonder.
Emma was pulled out of her musings when her Skype call was answered, and Regina's pretty face appeared on screen. Her hair was hanging loose, and she was smiling. "!Hola!"
"Hola yourself, pretty girl," Emma smiled. And tried not to look at Regina's chest. "Were you asleep?"
"No," Regina shook her head and made a face. "I had a nosebleed."
"A nosebleed?" Emma repeated and raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah," Regina nodded. "Apparently, that's one of the less known side effects of pregnancy."
"Huh," Emma pursed her lips. She had never heard of that before. "I'm sorry you have to deal with that as well. You okay?"
"Perfectly fine," Regina assured with a smile.
"How's the nausea?"
Regina chuckled. "Querida, you asked me that question yesterday as well. And the day before that."
"And I'll ask it again tomorrow. And the next day. And the next," Emma mock threatened. "So you better answer."
Regina laughed. "The nausea's so-so. Snacking helps."
"It does? That's awesome!"
"Yeah, but now I'm just worried about putting on weight before it's strictly necessary."
Emma leaned forward a little. "Regina, you're supposed to gain weight. It's a good thing."
"I know," Regina rolled her eyes. "Just takes some adjustment."
"I can imagine."
"My pants are getting tighter," the younger woman continued. "I don't think those maternity bras can cut it any longer. I need actual maternity clothes."
"I wish I could be there and shop with you," Emma said yearningly.
"Me, too. But I'll buy more clothes when I come to Storybrooke," Regina promised with a slight chuckle.
Emma laughed too and then let her curiosity shine through: "you know why I'm calling. How did the second meeting with the adoption agency go?"
"It went well," Regina answered. "Senora Ramirez was still nice."
"That's good. And?"
"I was given a list over potential parents," Regina continued. "I was literally looking through a briefcase full of pictures of couples who wants to adopt. It was a little...surreal."
"Yeah, I get that."
"How am I supposed to choose?" Regina asked. "All of them wants a baby so badly..."
Emma expressed her sympathy. "You'll figure it out."
"I hope so," Regina said. "Senora Ramirez has told me that I can meet with the families and talk to them. God, it almost sounds like a job interview, doesn't it?"
"A little bit, yeah," Emma admitted.
Regina chuckled dryly. "How am I supposed to choose? I'm sure all the families are nice people," she shook her head. "Choosing between them seems so..."
"I'll help you," Emma immediately offered. "As much as I possibly can."
"I know," Regina said, but she still looked pretty pale. She actually had for most of their skype session.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Emma gently prodded. "Was it very overwhelming at the adoption agency?"
Regina shrugged. "It was fine."
"Then what is it?"
Regina made a face. "I've been reading in my pregnancy book."
"Oh," Emma said. "And what chapter are you on now?"
"'Labor and delivery'."
"Oh," Emma said again and tried not to make a face.
"Sí. Oh." Regina said dully. "Dios mio, it sounds so terrible!"
"I'll be there," Emma said immediately. "I'll be right there to hold your hand through it all and feed you ice chips or whatever you need."
Regina allowed herself to grin slightly before she turned serious again: "what if the birth starts before you get here?"
"It wont," Emma said firmly. "I won't miss it for anything. I'll stay a month if necessary."
"A month?" Regina chuckled.
"Yeah. A month. Apart from the delivery stuff, what else have you read about? Something interesting?"
"I've been reading about "fetal movements"," Regina said. "A lot less scary than reading about the birth."
"Fetal movement," Emma nodded. "Fancy word for when the baby starts kicking."
"Sí. Apparently, it's called "quickening". Did you know that?"
"No, I had no idea. And when will you be able to feel those...fetal movements?"
"Between week 16 and week 25," Regina said and pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. "Since this is my first pregnancy, I might not be able to feel anything until week 25." She chuckled slightly. "I think that's gonna be strange. Feeling the baby kicking."
"It might," Emma nodded and smiled.
"You'll be able to feel it too," Regina pointed out with a grin.
"If you let me," Emma teased.
Regina practically scoffed at that. "Querida, when have I not let you touch my body? Getting a belly won't change that..." she paused and made a face. "At least I hope it won't change that."
"It won't," Emma said quickly and firmly. "You look beautiful now, and you'll look beautiful with a belly."
Regina chuckled again, pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. "You think so? I can't really picture myself looking...pregnant."
"You'll look so cute!" Emma gushed and laughed.
Regina laughed too and then wrinkled her nose slightly.
"What's wrong?"
"Me esta dando hambre."
"Huh?"
"I'm getting hungry," Regina quickly translated. "Do you mind if I eat while we talk?"
"I'd be more upset if you didn't. For gods sakes, Regina! If you're hungry, then eat!" Emma scolded.
Regina chuckled lightly. "Ya vuelvo. Don't go anywhere, querida."
"Definitely not planning on that," Emma assured as she jokingly waved Regina off. "Now go! Get some food, woman!"
Regina chuckled again and then she disappeared and left Emma to stare at the empty space in the couch. And the white wall revealing that Regina was in Toledo and not in her apartment in Madrid. She was supposed to stay in Toledo for another two days before she could head home. And then she would do it again next week. Emma wasn't completely sure she liked that, but there was little she could do about it.
She raised an eyebrow when she heard the sound of something heavy falling to the floor and a mumbled: "mierda!" from Regina.
"Everything okay?" Emma asked.
"Yeah. Just spilled some orange juice," Regina's bodyless voice said. "It went everywhere!"
"Oh. Shit."
"Mmm, I'm just grateful I can still bend down. Otherwise I would have no choice but to leave it to stain, and I'm pretty sure my dad wouldn't like that," Regina joked, and Emma heard the sound of the water being switched on.
Emma chuckled quietly to herself.
"Not funny," Regina warned through the stream of water.
"Sorry."
She chuckled. "No you're not."
"I swear I am," Emma assured as she desperately tried to scold her features into something serious.
"Right," Regina huffed sardonically as she came into view again, now armed with churros and what appeared to be a bowl of chocolate sauce.
Emma raised an eyebrow and was just about to tell Regina how envious she was. But before she could, Regina made a face and said: "I know, okay? You don't have to say anything."
"What? I was only gonna say that I was jealous and wanted some."
Regina deflated a little. "Oh."
"And that you look good in my tanktop."
"You'll never get it back," Regina warned. "It's my favorite piece of clothing even though it's a bit oversized."
"It won't stay that way," Emma said before she could stop herself. Seriously, Regina's breasts looked like they were about to pop right...
"Are you staring at my chest?" Regina interrupted her train of thoughts.
"No. Absolutely not."
"Em-ma..."
"Maybe I am a little bit. Sorry," she said sheepishly.
"Don't be. They baffle me too every time I'm standing in the shower-"
"Okay, can we not talk about you showering? It's too painful."
Regina snickered as she dunked a churro into the bowl of chocolate sauce. She took a bite and then straight up moaned a little bit. "Dios mio..."
"Yeah, I agree," Emma croaked. "Could you maybe not make that sound?"
"But the food's so good!" Regina mock-whined.
Emma made a face and found it safest to change the subject. "How are things going in Toledo? Is it okay living in your dad's apartment?"
"Sí, it's fine. But he keeps texting me all the time to make sure there's enough food in the fridge and that the water is warm enough," Regina laughed. "Isn't he sweet?"
"He sure is," Emma smiled. "And... have you heard anything from your mom?"
Regina carefully took a bite of a churro and chewed before answering. "No. But I can imagine she's busy packing for New York."
"Right. And how is it to work at your dad's restaurant? Please tell me you're not lifting overly heavy things!"
Regina laughed. "I'm not. And it's actually been really fun. It reminded me of how much I enjoyed it."
"Running around with trays?"
Regina chuckled. "I meant the whole atmosphere of the restaurant. It's actually really fun."
"Good. I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. But promise me that you won't lift anything too heavy."
"I promise. But I am closing for the night tomorrow."
Emma groaned. "Seriously?"
Regina shrugged innocently as she dunked another churro in the chocolate sauce. "Someone has to do it. And I don't think the boogey man will be coming for me."
"Of course he won't," Emma huffed and felt pathetic as she continued: "but you'll be...all alone."
Regina laughed again. "No, I won't. I have Blueberry, remember?"
Emma laughed involuntarily.
"Always there to keep me company," Regina said lightly as she dunked another churro into the bowl of chocolate sauce. She took a large bite and a ran a finger over the corners of her mouth where the chocolate had dripped a bit. Her tongue peeked out to lick the chocolate away from her fingertip.
Emma cleared her throat in an attempt to distract herself from the tempting image on the computer screen. Regina eating chocolate. Regina licking chocolate of her fingertip. Regina coated in chocolate just waiting for Emma to lick it- okay, Emma was enormously horny! She shook her head firmly and cleared her throat again.
"Is something wrong?" Regina asked, and Emma watched her intensely in an attempt to figure out whether Regina knew what she was doing or just playing the innocent. Or just was genuinely confused. Emma failed to figure it out. Regina looked so sweetly confused as she sat there with her churros.
"No, I'm good," Emma assured.
"Oh, good. So? How was your night out with Ruby and Belle?"
"It was very nice," Emma smiled. "We had such a good time."
"You've missed your friends," Regina said simply.
"Yeah. When I'm in Spain, I miss my friends and my parents, and when I'm home, I miss you. So much." Emma couldn't quell a sigh.
"It'll only be a few weeks before I come to Storybrooke," Regina reminded her.
"Yeah. 'A few weeks.'."
"That's not so bad," Regina said encouragingly. "Just gotta get past that twelve week mark."
"And an ultrasound I can't be there for," Emma sighed again. She couldn't help it.
"I'll tell you everything that happens," Regina promised and straightened her posture slightly. "Did you know that if I poke my belly during the ultrasound, I'll be able to see movement on the screen? Isn't that insane?"
"It is," Emma said and smiled a little. "Do you think there's any chance you can record it if you decide to try?"
"Of course," Regina chuckled. "I'll try."
"That's all I'm asking. What did you have for dinner?"
Regina raised an eyebrow.
"What, I'm making small talk."
"And dragging out the time because you don't want to go down to the darkroom."
"Maybe that too. But just answer the question, okay?"
Regina laughed again. "I had paella."
"Oooh," Emma gushed. Regina's paella was amazing. And Emma still hadn't mastered it.
"It was really good," Regina said and didn't even attempt to be modest about it.
"I believe you. Your paella is always awesome!"
"Blueberry wanted paella," Regina dryly joked. "And now it wants churros. I'll end up looking like a whale."
"No, you won't."
"Yes I will. If I keep this up, I will."
"You're supposed to gain weight."
"Not this rapidly, I'm sure."
"And I'm pretty sure you're following the weight curve beautifully. Blueberry is actually supposed to reach a growth spurt between week 9 and twelve."
Regina snickered. "How come I'm the pregnant one, but you know more about it than I do?"
Emma shrugged lightly. "Maybe I've read up on it a bit."
"I should too," Regina acknowledged as she took another bite of a churro.
"Those looks so good," Emma said spontaneously.
"They are," Regina said, and her tongue peeked out to lick chocolate away from the corner of her mouth.
Emma groaned. "Could you not?"
"Que?" Regina said confused, and Emma rolled her eyes.
"Nothing. Never mind."
"Is something wrong?" Regina asked and tilted her head in that sweet way she so often did.
"No," Emma said and did her utmost to quell a sigh. "Everything's fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Oh yeah. Absolutely. What time are you meeting at work tomorrow?"
"At six."
"And you get off at?"
"Eleven."
"Regina."
"I know, okay?" Regina sighed. "It's late, but it was an emergency. I had to say yes."
"Of course you did," Emma half-groaned. That was the problem. Regina was so nice she always said yes to everything. She didn't know how to refuse. "Call me when you're done?"
"Por supuesto," Regina said and rather suddenly put the bowl of chocolate sauce and the churros down. Her face almost went green.
"Are you alright?" Emma asked alarmed and raised an eyebrow.
Instead of answering that, Regina said: "I gotta go. I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay? Give my best to your parents."
"I will. Talk to you tomorrow, bye," Emma said hastily and cut the Skype connection between them. Then she sighed. Poor thing. Regina was clearly getting nauseous again. Emma reminded herself to send Regina an abundance of smiling emojis in ten minutes or so. Just to cheer her up a little.
She switched the laptop off and then left her room to go downstairs. She found her mother in the kitchen and that wasn't so surprising. She always liked to sit in the kitchen and do her work whenever she was working from home instead of going to the office. She looked up when Emma came into the kitchen. "That was early," she observed. "I thought you would be talking for longer?"
"Regina got nauseous, so we had to cut the Skype session short," Emma explained.
"Oh. That poor dear."
"Yeah, you got that right. I could just kill Robin!" Emma said spontaneously.
Her mom wisely ignored that and shuffled through her paperwork once before continuing the conversation: "she seems to be battling nausea a lot."
"Oh yeah. Definitely. She can't really stomach anything these days."
"Hmm," Mary Margaret said. "And the doctor is certain that she's not having twins?"
"Mom!"
"I'm just saying that extreme morning sickness can be a sign that she's carrying more than one baby."
"She is not!" Emma said firmly. "When we were at the doctors, there was only one heartbeat!" she shook her head. "And I am definitely not telling her this! It would freak her out! God, mom!"
"I was just trying to help," her mom soothed. "If she's carrying more than one baby, she needs extra attention and guidance from her doctor."
"Well, she's not carrying more than one baby," Emma said firmly.
"Of course not," her mom said, dropping the subject entirely.
"Jesus," Emma said with a headshake and then announced: "I'm going to the darkroom."
"Okay, honey. See you later."
"Yeah. And cut the twin talk, alright?"
Her mom chuckled softly. "Okay. I will."
"Thank you," Emma said with a slight huff. Then she ventured down to the darkroom and shook her head before finding her phone and sending that row of smiling emojis to Regina.
It didn't take long before Regina answered her. Emma couldn't help but grin when she saw that answer. A single emoji. A pregnant woman emoji. Emma chuckled to herself. Regina still had an excellent sense of humor. Emma replied with a bit of a command: 'go to bed!'
Regina's answer made her smile again. It was a selfie of Regina lying in bed with the sheet pulled up so only her nose and eyes were visible. Emma promptly saved the picture, wished Regina a good night and then switched her phone off so she could do what she came here to do. Work. Well, not work-work. Technically, this wasn't something she had to do. But it was something she wanted to do. She was in the middle of processing pictures for an album she was creating. An album containing pictures of Regina. She had spoken a lot of her body and how insecure she felt about gaining weight and losing her figure. Emma hoped that this album would help with boosting her confidence. She already had plenty of pictures for the starting phase, and her plan was to take pictures of Regina all through her pregnancy, process them in the darkroom and then add them to the album. Give Regina some memories. She was entitled to having memories of this period in her life. It was a life changing phase, Regina had said that herself, and she had actually joked about how Emma had to take "lots of pictures to document everything happening". So that was exactly what Emma was doing right now. Documenting.
Emma whistled quietly to herself while working, and she chuckled upon realizing that she was in fact whistling that Spanish song Regina had been singing when they drove to Marbella. That had been such a good trip! She hoped that they could take similar trips soon. That could be so much fun too. Emma would definitely take Regina to the beach when she came here. It wasn't Marbella, but it was good enough. Pretty decent for a beach. And she could take more pictures. How different would Regina look when they saw each other again? Week twelve. She would be having a little belly by then, wouldn't she? Emma tried not to gush when imagining how cute Regina would look with a little belly. God, Emma couldn't wait to bring her to Storybrooke and introduce her to her friends and family. She already knew that everyone would love Regina. How could they not? She smart, funny and well-spoken. Not a knucklehead like Neal. Seriously, the first time Emma had brought him home, he had barely grunted in response when spoken to. At the time, Emma had found it to be sexy for some reason. Today she wanted to vomit in her own mouth a little bit. How could she possibly have found that to be sexy? Had she been an idiot or something?
She chuckled. Maybe she had in fact been an idiot. At least blind. On both eyes. She shook her head. She hoped that Neal wouldn't be a problem anymore. She didn't have time for that. She just wanted to look ahead...
Another week flashed by in the blink of an eye, and suddenly Regina was ten weeks pregnant. And Emma was sure she was starting to show. It couldn't just be Emma's mind playing tricks on her. Regina was definitely sporting a teeny tiny bump now. One that could be "excused" with too many churros as Regina put it, but nevertheless a bump. But it wasn't just her stomach shaping up. Her cheeks seemed fuller too. And her breasts. But that was definitely not something Emma was paying attention to. Absolutely not.
Regina was still battling morning sickness. Her normal bras had been replaced with maternity ones, and she had started to favor "stretchy" skirts and pants, wrap dresses and "boxy" shirts. She was still helping out at her father's restaurant in Toledo, and Emma could see the growing stress in her eyes. For now, she could hide her growing bump under sweatshirts, but she wouldn't be able to use that method forever. The bump would only continue to grow. She had to get out of Toledo before that happened, and since she was staying in her dad's apartment, he often "popped by" unexpected just to see how she was doing. Regina had told Emma that while she loved his little visits, they also were an enormous stressor for her. But she couldn't exactly tell him to stop coming by. She didn't want to hurt her dear father, and it was his apartment.
Emma did what she could to encourage and help. She and Regina could talk for hours via Skype. Often late when Regina had finished a shift at the restaurant. Emma would get comfy and make Regina laugh because of her odd sitting position, and Regina would lie down and "flatten out" on her bed as Emma called it. Regina had developed new "symptoms". Round ligament pain. A super fancy name for aches you got when your abdomen starts to stretch to make room "for baby". It was a pretty painful condition, and Regina had followed Emma's (stern) advice and called Dr. Rivera to ask her about it. The doctor had soothed her fears and told her that round ligament pain was completely normal, but if they got worse, she should come to the clinic and get checked out. Emma had made Regina swear that she would do so.
So basically, Regina was zapped. She was throwing up in the morning and her hormones were racing and making her snappy and/or emotional. To put it plainly, she was the happiest when she could curl up in bed with a bowl of ice cream whilst chatting to Emma on Skype. Emma's heart went out to her. Regina was clearly struggling, and Emma quietly thought to herself that she couldn't really see the glamorous about being pregnant. To be perfectly honest, it seemed like a right nightmare. She winced every time she saw those deep, dark circles underneath Regina's eyes. They told the tale of how exhausted she was. There had been many occasions where Emma had to grind her teeth in order not to say something about Regina overworking herself. Instead she just silently prayed that Regina's father would hire a new waitress soon. Regina needed some time off and she needed it now. It couldn't wait until she was coming to Storybrooke. She was pregnant for fucks sake! She was supposed to rest not rush around with heavy trays and shit. It was too much.
The following afternoon found Emma at Granny's where she was venting to Ruby and Belle. "She's overworking herself, I know she is! She's carrying trays even though she shouldn't be lifting heavy stuff, and she has to wear oversized shirts all the time! Her dad was literally the sweetest man, but he has to stop popping by the apartment unannounced! The last time he did, she barely had the chance to put on the shirt! It's ridic-"
"Emma," Belle chided as she put a hand on Emma's arm. "Breathe."
Emma made a frustrated huff.
"And have some cocoa," Ruby added. "You're running out of steam."
Emma took a sip of her cocoa. "I'm sorry," she amended. "I'm just so frustrated! She's stuck in this difficult situation, and I'm all the way over here and can do absolutely zero to help her!"
"You're talking to her every day," Belle said softly. "I'm sure that helps her a lot. Having someone to talk to about what's going on."
"I'm not so sure about that," Emma said and made a frustrated grimace. "'Cause the past two days she has started to just say "fine" when I ask her how she's doing. I think she feels guilty for "dumping on me"-" she made quotation marks to stress her point. "Or some shit."
"Oh," Belle said with a slight nod.
"Which is fucking ridiculous," Emma sighed. "Because she KNOWS I want to hear about this stuff. I don't mind at all."
"I'm sure she knows that," Ruby soothed. "Is she meeting up with that couple- what's their names- tomorrow?"
"Alessandra and Sofía," Emma supplied. "Yep, that's tomorrow. And she promised to tell me all about how it went. I hope she will."
"Of course she will," Belle said and patted Emma's arm again. "She's just under a lot of pressure right now."
"And so are you," Ruby added and tapped Emma's mug of cocoa. "Drink!"
"Did you spike it with something?" Emma joked as she lifted the mug and took a sip.
"No, but maybe I should have," Ruby snickered. "Loosen you up a bit."
"I'll loosen up when I see Regina," Emma muttered almost defiantly as she took another gulp of her cocoa.
Both Ruby and Belle laughed at that, and after a moment Emma joined them. She wasn't so stressed she couldn't see that her tone had been funny.
"Won't be long now," Ruby said jovially. "Just two more weeks."
"Yeah, and a doctor's appointment I can't be there for," Emma sighed. "The twelve week scan is apparently a pretty big deal, and I really wanted to be there. Damnit."
"She could get another ultrasound here," Ruby said.
Emma looked up. "Huh?"
"Your mom is thick as thieves with Doc," Ruby said simply. "And he does take great pride in owning a walk in medical clinic. You could pitch the idea for Regina. If she says yes to a second ultrasound, you could be there for it."
"Oh my god," Emma stared at her best friend. "Ruby, you are brilliant!"
"You really are," Belle said and flashed Ruby a look of pure admiration.
Emma had excepted one of Ruby's confident 'damn right I am' or something like that, but instead Ruby blushed like a sixteen year old as she shyly said: "thanks, Belle."
Emma rolled her eyes and reminded herself to have that stern talk to with both of her friends soon. She had to do something about this endless, excruciating pining. She was planning on saying something sarcastic, but before she could, her train of thoughts was interrupted by the sound of her phone going off in her pocket. Emma fished the phone out of her pocket and smiled. "That's funny. It's Regina. Maybe she could sense we were talking about her or something."
"Great. You can ask her about the second ultrasound then," Ruby said briskly.
"I could," Emma said a bit distracted as she looked at Regina's caller ID. "This is a bit weird, though. She should be in the middle of an evening shift right now. I hope everything's okay." She slid a finger over the screen to accept the call and then she brought the phone up to her ear. "Hey, sweetheart."
"Hola," it came almost timidly in the other end.
"Hi," Emma said warmly and could feel that ridiculous dopey smile spread on her lips like it always did when she was talking to Regina. "I thought you were at work right now?"
"I am," Regina said quietly, and now Emma could hear the faint rustling and bustling of a busy restaurant in the background.
"Well, I always love to hear from you," Emma said lightly. "But you sound a bit strange. Is everything okay?"
"No. Definitivamente no."
Emma frowned now. Regina definitely sounded weird. "What's going on?" she asked and grew a bit anxious.
"Robin is here..."
To Be Continued...
