"Mmmm," Regina hummed and seemed to melt against the mattress. "That was-"

"Something I'd like to do again in a moment," Emma smugly finished the sentence as she wrapped an arm around Regina.

"Again?" Regina laughed. "Dios mio, Emma, you'll be the death of me!"

"No, I won't. I'll obviously let you catch your breath first. Don't worry."

"I'm not worried about my ability to breathe," Regina chuckled. "I'm worried about my ability to feel my legs."

"You can't feel your legs?" Emma said and tried not to be too smug about it.

"Not really."

Emma laughed and gave Regina a little squeeze. "I'm tellin' you, my ego is just rising and rising..."

"As it should do," Regina breathed and gave a little chuckle as she turned around, so they were face to face.

Emma looked at her. God, she was so beautiful. All flushed cheeks and big, dark eyes. Mussed up hair and swollen lips. Surely, Regina had never looked more beautiful than she did right now. With that big, silly post-coital grin plastered to her face.

"How did we survive without this for weeks and weeks?" Regina wondered out loud.

"I dunno." Emma cupped her face and teased: "and you said you didn't have a sex drive!"

"I didn't until I saw you again," Regina chuckled. She ran a hand over the bump on her abdomen. "Did you know that sex during pregnancy can lower my blood pressure?"

"Really?" Emma asked with genuine interest. "Tell me more."

"According to all my clever apps and books, sex can actually feel better while I'm pregnant," Regina continued. "Extra blood flow heightens the sensitivity, which means my orgasms..."

"You had a pretty good one a second ago," Emma grinned and booped Regina's nose with the tip of her finger.

"Just you wait for the second trimester," Regina smirked. "My sex drive is supposed to reach some sort of high by then."

"I'm going to Madrid for the entirety of your second trimester then."

Regina laughed.

"Tell me more about all the benefits," Emma prompted. "I'm really curious."

"Strange pillow talk, but I suppose I was the one who brought it up in the first place," Regina said and brushed a strand of hair away from her sweaty forehead. "It can strengthen my pelvic muscles for the birth."

"Oh, wow," Emma said. "That is a pretty genius way to prepare for... things."

"Yeah," Regina said and made a bit of a face. "I shouldn't have brought up the birth. Now I'm thinking about it."

"Nope," Emma said simply. "Not tonight. Come here." she took Regina in her arms more properly and kissed her sweetly.

Regina returned the kiss and made this little "mm" sound which drove Emma absolutely crazy. She trailed her hands down and cupped Regina's breasts, which only made Regina release another soft sound. Emma made sure to be a hundred percent gentle as she touched Regina's breasts. She knew how sensitive they were, and Emma had absolutely no interest in making Regina say "ow" again. One time had been more than enough. In fact it had been pretty fucking horrible, and Emma had already apologized profusely by kissing every inch of Regina's breasts. Regina had been a trembling, panting beautiful mess at the end of it, and Emma had felt unbelievably satisfied with her own doing. And she was pretty fucking satisfied right now too as she gently strummed her fingers over Regina's sensitive nipples.

Regina groaned into the kiss and was already starting to squirm.

Emma broke the kiss and carefully shifted them, so Regina was sitting on her lap.

"Hi," Regina chuckled and pushed a lock of hair away from her forehead.

"Hello, you," Emma said softly and ran a hand from the nape of Regina's neck and all the way down to her ass. She couldn't resist and gave it a little squeeze.

"Oooh," Regina said in an almost cooing matter. "Esa se siente bien."

"Yeah?" Emma chuckled. She did understand the word "bien". And plus, the look on Regina's face told her everything she needed to know. She kept her hands firmly planted on Regina's as she bowed her head and kissed the top of Regina's breast. Then a little lower.

"Don't you ever get enough, querida?" Regina half-chuckled and wiggled slightly again.

"Of you? Never," Emma murmured against Regina's chest. "Are you tired though?"

"No. I don't think I ever will be."

Now Emma was the one to half-chuckle. She gave Regina's ass another squeeze and lowered her mouth to her breast again. Regina's skin tasted salty and spicy and just a little sweet. The best flavor in the whole wide world. Emma had long forgotten that this was her childhood bedroom. She had forgotten that her parents existed. Exactly like in Spain, the world shrank until it only consisted of her and Regina. Emma took her kisses a tad lower until she could brush her lips over Regina's right nipple. It felt hard and swollen under her lips, and she couldn't blame Regina for breathing "Mierda" under her breath. Emma felt soft fingers in her hair. Never tugging, just weaving through the blonde locks. She had a suspicion that Regina was not-so-secretly obsessed with her hair, and Emma really fucking loved that. A lot. She had always considered her hair to be a frizzy, untamable mess, so it was really nice that Regina clearly thought otherwise. For a second, Emma almost got carried away, and she quickly reminded herself to be a little careful with Regina's breasts. She was being beyond gentle as she slowly began to suck at a hard nipple, and Regina huffed and squirmed.

"Are you trying to kill me, querida?" she asked. "Because surely, this is the way to do it."

Emma almost chuckled at that. Regina sounded delightfully breathless and a bit frustrated. To make up for that, Emma gave her ass another squeeze. A harder one. She felt Regina squirm on her lap, and sure enough, Emma could feel her getting wetter. Someone really liked that. She gave Regina's ass another hard squeeze, and this time Regina's head lolled back, and she moaned deeply.

Emma found herself more than capable of multitasking and kept kneading her ass while simultaneously sucking at her nipple. It felt like Regina was turning into liquid on top of her. Emma's lap was definitely getting more and more soaked. Emma found it curious that Regina had claimed that her sex drive was gone. The opposite definitely seemed to be the case. Regina had been nothing but enthusiastic, and that wasn't exactly something that could be faked.

"Mi amor," Regina breathed, and yep, that was enough to make Emma pause what she was doing for a split second. Those words and the way Regina said it made Emma's blood boil and her head spin.

"Serás la muerte de mí, mi amor," Regina said breathlessly, and Emma would definitely be asking about that later, because she had heard the word "muerte", and any talk of Regina dying was not something she ever wanted to discuss.

"Estoy cachonda," Regina continued, and now Emma snickered against her skin and gave her ass another hard squeeze. She knew exactly what that meant. Beautiful words indeed.

Regina squirmed again, and Emma figured that she was ready for more than gropes and kisses. She carefully shifted them again, positioned Regina on her back on the bed.

Regina smiled sweetly up at her. "What are you gonna do to me now, querida?"

Emma shook her head and licked her lips. "How can you manage to sound so innocent and so mischievous at the same time? I don't get it."

"Special talent of mine," Regina chuckled and blinked up at her. The gesture could have been completely innocent if it hadn't been for the way she parted her legs.

Emma shook her head again and brushed a hand over the little crown tattoo on Regina's hip. "I think you're full of special talents, beautiful girl."

"Perhaps I am," Regina agreed with a soft chuckle. "Tell me, Em-ma... Do you have a tattoo fetish?"

"Maybe," Emma murmured as she bowed her head and kissed the tattoo on Regina's hip.

"You are tickling me," Regina complained.

"Am I?" Emma teased and kissed the tattoo again.

"I never should have gotten that tattoo," Regina grumbled and squirmed again.

"Sure you should. It's sexy. Tan sexy," Emma half-chuckled. She couldn't resist to purse her lips and blow air onto the tattoo.

Regina made a sound between a moan and a groan. "You are wicked."

Wicked. Emma paused for a second. What a sexy little word. "Say it again."

"Say what again?"

"Wicked."

"Wicked," Regina repeated and now she was definitely chuckling. "Wicked is what you are, Em-ma."

"Oh yeah, I'm extremely wicked," Emma agreed as she moved her hand to the apex of Regina's thighs and touched the soft smoothness there. "Extremely wicked for doing this, right?"

"Wicked," Regina breathed, and her throat bobbed as she swallowed hard. "Very...wicked. Oh god, please touch me!"

"I AM touching you, honey," Emma couldn't resist to tease.

"¿Por favor?" Regina said and her voice dropped several octaves and became deliciously rough and husky. "Por favor tócame y hazme el amor, Emma."

Emma wasn't completely sure what that meant. She knew that "tócame" meant either "touch" or "touch me" and "amor"...well, she didn't need a translation for that. "How am I supposed to keep up the teasing when you speak Spanish?" she said softly.

"Estoy muy cachonda!"

Emma couldn't keep up the charade. She lined up two fingers with Regina's entrance and then slowly slipped them inside while keeping her eyes fixed on Regina's face. She loved seeing the look on Regina's face. See how her jaw drop, how her eyes squeezed shut and then opened again. How she bit her lip and then flashed a teeny tiny smile and an "ahh!"

"Does that feel so good?" Emma asked unnecessarily and returned the smile.

"So good," Regina breathed. "So, so good!"

"You are so fucking beautiful," Emma said as she kissed Regina's warm cheek. She wiggled her fingers to accentuate her point and earned herself another "ahh!" from Regina.

Emma reveled in the sounds the movements of her fingers could coax out of Regina, and she couldn't resist to change the angle a little. She shifted so she was laying on top of Regina and could kiss her lips as much as she wanted to. And Regina once again proved how full of special talents she was when she lifted her legs and hooked them over Emma's shoulders. Emma was trapped. In the most delightful way possible. She twisted her hand just a tad so she could press the heel against Regina's clit.

Regina moaned into the kiss again. Robbed of the ability to talk. But she didn't have to talk right now. All Emma needed was to feel the way her legs trembled a bit. That's how she knew exactly how much Regina was enjoying herself. But still, she missed hearing Regina babble in Spanish, so she broke the kiss and quickened the pace just a little, hit Regina's g-spot with a bit more force.

"Fuck!" Regina cursed.

"Yeah," Emma half-chuckled. "I'd say that's a pretty good description, actually."

Regina let out something that could have been a choked little laughter.

"You look absolutely stunning like this. Did you know that?" Emma breathed. She wasn't completely sure why she insisted upon having a conversation right now.

"¡Oh dios, fóllame!"

"I. Am!" Emma almost growled and curled her fingers inside Regina again.

"H-Harder," Regina hissed. "More!"

"As Milady wish," Emma said and felt herself getting wetter and wetter with each time she hit Regina's g-spot in a quick, hard thrust.

Regina let out a flurry of Spanish curse words, and Emma was surprised there was anymore left. Regina should have used the quota of curse words in both Spanish and English when Emma went down on her a moment ago. She had certainly been hoarse afterwards. But now it seemed like her voice had made a rather miraculous recover. And it certainly also seemed like she could feel her legs again. They were still hooked over Emma's shoulder and even weighing her down a little bit, but Emma couldn't say that she minded it. She loved having Regina close, and this was no exception. And honestly, the more she felt of Regina's long, strong legs, the happier she was.

"¡Usted me está matando!" Regina shrieked. Emma didn't have the first clue what that meant, but she knew she was going to ask Regina about it later. She always did that afterwards. Sometimes Regina told her, and sometimes she didn't. She had refused to tell Emma what 'Amo tu coño' meant, and it had annoyed Emma endlessly. She had tried to coax it out of Regina with sweet kisses and caresses, but Regina hadn't budged. That was her secret, she claimed. Hers and hers alone.

"Fuck!"

Emma grinned. She definitely knew what that meant. And she knew what the slight tugs at her hair and tightening sensation around her fingers meant. Regina was nearly there, and Emma eagerly dipped down and slotted their lips together in a kiss.

Regina sloppily returned the kiss and her fingers tugged harder at Emma's hair. She wiggled and moaned into the kiss and then her body twitched. Her muscles clamped down around Emma's fingers. Emma felt teeth sink into her bottom lip as Regina came, and she thought to herself that this was the sexiest thing Regina had done so far. Kissing her right before an orgasm had been a risk on Emma's behalf, but she was pretty fucking happy about having taken that risk.

Regina pulled out of the kiss and groaned. Her legs became deadweight on Emma's shoulders. Her fingers stopped tugging at blonde hair and fell away. Emma saw them land on the mattress with a dull thump. Regina was done for. The roles had switched, and now Emma was the one to feel high and mighty as she effortlessly slipped out under Regina's legs. Those normally so strong legs now landed limply on the mattress with a louder thud. She heaved a euphoric sigh of relief. It almost seemed like the breath was exploding out of her lungs as though she had been holding it. Who knows, maybe she had.

Emma snickered softly as she gently slipped her fingers out of Regina and sucked them dry. The salty taste of Regina prickled on her tongue. "You're always so fucking delicious," she told the younger woman.

Regina didn't react to that in anyway. She remained a limp thing on the bed, and Emma settled on her side, propped herself up on one elbow so she could study Regina. Her forehead which had been all scrunched up in pleasure a moment ago was now smooth and free of any lines. Lucky her. Imagine to be twenty years old again. Emma lifted the fingers that weren't sticky and self-consciously brought them up to her face. Her cheek felt soft and smooth, but Emma knew that she was starting to get lines around her eyes. It wasn't like she was deathly afraid of growing old or anything but having a twenty year old young and perky thing as your girlfriend had definitely made Emma think more about her age. And maybe be a little concerned too. She would be turning twenty nine next month. Only a year away from thirty. The big number thirty. By the time she turned thirty, Regina would be twenty two. Twenty two. Emma did her best to push it away. She hadn't yet turned thirty. She was still in her twenties. She didn't have to panic just yet. The only thing she should concentrate on was being here in the moment with Regina. Except that Regina didn't appear to very much in the moment. She was still laying limp on the mattress, and her eyes were still closed. And her breathing had evened out and become slow and steady. Hmm. Emma cocked her head. Maybe Regina had fallen asleep. She was still in her first trimester. "The sleep-all-day-trimester" as she jokingly had called it at some point. Yes, it was entirely possible that she had fallen asleep again. Right after sex. Bit of a cliché, but in Regina's case, it was an incredibly cute cliché. Of course it was. Everything Regina did was adorable. That was just how things were.

Emma felt a silly need to check if Regina really was asleep. She picked up Regina's wrist and then released it again. Regina's hand limply fell back against the mattress with a soft thud.

"Oh, ha, ha, ha," Regina said and clearly tried to sass, but her voice just sounded meek.

"So you aren't asleep," Emma chuckled. "Could have fooled me, honey."

"Just recovering," Regina said and blinked her eyes open. Her gaze was a bit unfocused. She almost looked a little cross eyed, and Emma couldn't help but chuckle as she admired her girlfriend. She looked absolutely stunning like this. Gloriously naked and with her dark hair fanning out on the pillow. Emma suddenly felt immensely grateful for the red sheet and pillow case. Regina's skin looked lovely against it.

"Can I take a picture of you?" Emma asked.

Regina's brow furrowed. "I'm naked."

"Mhmm, so I've noticed," Emma laughed. "And that's why no eyes except mine will ever look at the pictures."

"That's good enough for me," Regina half-chuckled. "By all means go ahead, querida. Take your picture."

Emma shuffled and opened a drawer. Found her camera which had been tugged away there. She switched it on and aimed the lens at Regina.

"Should I pose for you as well?" Regina asked just a tiny bit sarcastic.

"No, you're perfect just like that," Emma said and squinted slightly. "Don't move, okay? Keep completely still, and-" she pulled the trigger and the camera made a sound indicating that she had just taken the picture. "Perfect!" she grinned. "Absolutely perfect. Can I take one more?"

Regina chuckled as she nodded yes, but before Emma could aim the lens at her, she had grabbed a handful of the covers red covers. She playfully pulled them all the way up so her nose and eyes were the only things visible.

"Yes," Emma said plainly. "Fuck, that's perfect!" the effect was incredible. Regina looked innocent and mischievous at the same time. Sweet with just a hint of seduction.

"Go on," Regina encouraged from underneath the covers, and Emma immediately pulled the trigger and took a picture. Shaking her head slightly, the blonde said: "Fuck, you're so perfect."

Regina chuckled sweetly. "You wanna take one more?"

"Uhm, hell fucking yeah!"

Regina removed the covers slightly, so her face was visible, and then she extended a long and golden leg out from underneath it, and Emma swallowed hard. The only part of Regina's body visible was her leg, and for some reason it was even sexier than when she had been completely naked a moment ago.

"Beautiful," she said softly as she lifted the camera a third time and took the picture of Regina.

"Am I a good model?" Regina joked.

"The best. My favorite." Emma glanced at the red nail polish Regina was wearing tonight, and she was hit with a wave of "photographer inspiration". "Do you think you could move that hand down to your tattoo?"

"Certainly," Regina said lightly. She moved her hand down to the tattoo like Emma had asked her to, and the effect was stunning. Her fingers with the red nail polish barely gracing the ink on her golden skin, and the red sheet as a backdrop. If it was possible to get aroused over a photograph, that was certainly what was happening to Emma right now as she took closeup after closeup of Regina's hand and tattoo.

"Right, this is the best picture I've ever taken," Emma said simply and kissed Regina's hand before straightening her posture and sitting up more properly.

Regina laughed. "I think the picture of the swan in the harbor is a little better than a picture of my hand, querida."

"Nope. This is the one that will win all the awards, I can feel it," Emma said firmly and sighed as she looked at the picture she had just taken. "Do you mind if I upload this to my website? It would be an act of selfishness to keep this to myself. Someone has to see it."

"Go ahead," Regina snickered. "I don't think anyone will die from seeing my hand and hip."

"Obviously not," Emma scoffed. "You have the prettiest hands. And hips. And everything else."

Regina snickered again. "I think you're a tad biased."

"And you're more than a tad beautiful."

"And quite disappointed that you haven't kissed me in-" Regina lifted her head and glanced at Emma's alarm clock. "Almost ten minutes."

"Well, we better do something about that, huh?" Emma chuckled as she stuffed the camera back in its drawer. In one flurried motion she was on top of Regina. And immediately stiffened because she had landed pretty harshly on top of the younger brunette.

"It's fine, you're fine," Regina assured with a soft snicker. "Just kiss me, querida."

So that was exactly what Emma did. She kissed Regina's now swollen and puffy lips and felt how Regina's arms winded around her neck.

They were heavily engaged in kissing which probably could have lead to something more, but suddenly, the gravel in the driveway crunched, and Emma could faintly see the headlights from a car through the curtain. She broke the kiss and looked up more properly, and so did Regina. Obviously, Emma had known that her parents were bound to come home from their date sooner or later, but still, it wasn't that great to suddenly realize that this was in fact her childhood room and that she still lived with her parents.

"Oh," Regina said and chuckled softly.

"Okay, but this is an absolute mood killer!" Emma said, whispering as though her parents could hear her.

"I don't think I could have taken another to be honest," Regina said almost sheepishly. "You've worn me out, señorita-" chuckling as she corrected herself: "Miss Swan."

Emma for a moment forgot about her parents and felt all high and mighty again. Four times in a row. That was how many times she had managed to make Regina come. And she was fucking proud of that. "Fair enough," she conceded and booped her nose against Regina's. "But still, I really wish I had my own place! There wouldn't be any, uhh... interruptions. Or...parents coming home. God, this is awkward!"

"It is not," Regina insisted. "It's just a circumstance, querida. You'll find your own place soon enough."

"Yeah," Emma muttered as she gently rolled off Regina. "I guess we'll have to call it a night."

"We could still talk," Regina said lightly and pulled the covers up over her body. Almost as though the arrival of Emma's parents prompted her to cover herself.

"We definitely could," Emma agreed and cupped Regina's warm cheek. "If you're not too tired that is."

"How dare you," Regina mocked and suddenly sounded years older. They both laughed, but the laughter quickly died down to muffled chuckles and shushing sounds when they heard the front door open.

Emma listened intensely as she heard her parents pottering around in the hallway to discard of their coats and all that. Then footsteps on the staircase. Strangely enough, it sounded like only one person was coming up the stairs, but the audible "shh!" coming from Emma's mother made Emma acutely aware of what was going on. Her mom was clearly trying her best at being quiet and pretend that she wasn't there, and her dad who sounded like he was stomping up the stairs clearly tried his best at making as much noise as possible to alert them of his presence in the house.

"Be quiet!" Mary Margaret hissed in the hallway.

"I am being quiet!" David whispered back.

"You are not!" Emma's mother protested. "You make it sound like a horde of elephants are stomping through the house!"

What her father answered to that accusation was lost to Emma when Regina rolled onto her stomach and buried her face- and laughter- in the pillow.

Emma waited until she heard the door to her parents bedroom open and close. Then she chuckled and said: "oh god, I feel like a teenager all over again."

Regina chuckled as she rolled onto her side. "Brought a lot of girls and boys home when you were a teenager?"

Emma laughed. "Didn't happen that often, no. I mean, I did meet Neal when I was sixteen, and being the hormonal teenagers we were-" she waved a hand.

"I get it," Regina said and snickered softly.

"Whenever he slept over, my parents made the same show they just performed tonight. I'm having a major case of deja-vu," Emma said with a slight headshake.

Regina chuckled again. "At least your parents are considerate. That's more than can be said about my mother-" she made a face, and Emma remembered how Cora had ruined the relationship between Regina and her first girlfriend, Daniela.

"Anyway," Regina put on a smile and lowered her voice to a whisper. "I really had fun tonight, querida."

"Me, too," Emma said warmly and wiggled a bit closer so she could boop Regina's nose. "What do you wanna do tomorrow?"

"I don't know," Regina said lightly. "Why don't we figure it out tomorrow?"

"Fair enough," Emma said and tried not to "aww" out loud when Regina curled up in her arms like a cat. Emma felt snug and warm and very happy. She had a beautiful woman in her arms. She and Regina had two whole weeks together. No one was going home yet.

"Are you asleep?" Regina asked quietly.

"Nope," Emma said slightly surprised. "But I thought that you were."

Regina chuckled a little. "Not quite yet."

"You don't feel sleepy?"

"I'm sure I will in a second," Regina said lightly and touched Emma's cheek with her fingertips.

"Jetlag?"

"No. You. I like looking at you."

"You should get some sleep, though. I'll be here tomorrow too," Emma pointed out.

", I know. Goodnight, querida."

"Goodnight, honey. Sleep well."

"I'm sure I will. How could I do anything but?" once again, Regina curled up in her arms. Emma felt her lashes flutter against her chest. Regina was so warm in her arms. So small. Emma was certain that there wasn't a better way to go sleep than like this. She forced herself to stay awake a little longer though. Just so she could listen to the sound of Regina's breathing evening out and becoming slow and steady. Someone was clearly tired after all. Emma bit back a soft chuckle. God forbid she should wake Regina. After a moment, Emma closed her eyes and allowed herself to relish in the warm, fuzzy feeling swirling low in her belly. It didn't take long before she too drifted off to sleep...

The next morning she woke up to warm, but empty sheets and the smell of bacon wafting through the house. Wait, bacon? Emma sat up in bed and sniffed. Yep, definitely bacon. And something fried. And... maple syrup? Interesting. And what's more Regina seemed to be missing. AND there was laughter and happy chitchat coming from downstairs. Even more interesting. Time to investigate what was going on.

Emma hopped out of bed and padded over to the closet. She found a pair of panties and the checkered pajamas bottoms and the baseball shirt she always slept in. Then she left her bedroom and went into the bathroom where she brushed her hair until it definitely did not look like she'd had sex last night. She brushed her teeth, washed her face a little, ended up tying her hair back into a ponytail and then she left the bathroom and went downstairs.

It was safe to say that Emma was in for a surprise when she came padding into the kitchen. Her parents were sitting by the table, and Regina was standing in front of the stove. She was fully dressed in a long sleeved blue dress and her hair was slightly damp. Emma took a second to mourn the fact that Regina had showered without her. But then the interest in what Regina was doing became too interesting for her to think about anything else. Emma tilted her head slightly as she watched Regina elegantly move the fried slices of toasts onto two plates with a spatula. She carefully placed some bacon on top of the sizzling slices and then sprinkled both bread and bacon with syrup.

"There we go," she said as she grabbed the plates and walked over to the kitchen table with them elegantly balancing in her hands. She sat the two full plates down in front of Mary Margaret and David.

"Wow, that looks really delicious Regina," David said and flashed her a beaming smile. "Thank you so much."

Regina shrugged modestly. "It's the least I can do."

"You are too kind dear," Emma's mother beamed. The smile she was wearing was more than suggesting that she thought Regina was being too sweet for words.

Regina chuckled a little.

"Hey, what's going on here?" Emma asked softly.

Regina's head whipped up, and she flashed a teasing smile. "Why, good morning, querida. I thought I would have to go upstairs and kiss you awake in a moment."

"Like Sleeping Beauty," Emma said a bit dopily but then sobered up and raised an eyebrow as she looked at the plates full of delicious breakfast Regina had just served for her parents.

"You are just in time for French toast," Regina said briskly and walked back to the stove and the frying pan. "You want French toast too, right?"

"Yes, but you don't have to-"

"Nonsense, I'm already in the mood to cook," Regina brushed her off with a grin.

"Regina's a right hawk in the kitchen," David interjected, and his eyes widened when he took a bite of the French toast.

"When your father owns a restaurant and cooks all the time, it's fairly impossible not to learn something," Regina said lightly. "Does it taste good?"

"It's wonderful, Regina," Mary Margaret said. She was still beaming.

"Good," Regina said and grabbed two new slices of toast and placed them on the frying pan. Looking over her shoulder, she asked Emma: "You do want French toast, right?"

"Yeah. But I can-"

"Help?" Regina finished the sentence and laughed. "Oh no, querida. You keep forgetting that I'm the daughter of a chef. One more person in the kitchen would only annoy me. If you wanna help, you can go and sit down." she effortlessly flipped the slices of toast, and only now Emma noticed that Regina was in fact wearing a flowery apron over her dress. She looked like something straight out of an old movie, and Emma shook her head a little as she obediently plopped down on a chair by the kitchen table. She was still sleepy. She had to be. Otherwise the completely ridiculous thought "marry me" never would have popped into her head into the first place.

Her mom placed a hand on top of Emma's and gave a little squeeze. When Emma looked up, she flashed Emma a smile. A "your-girlfriend-is-perfect-and-every-mother-in-law's-dream"-smile. Emma nodded a little. Regina was pretty damn perfect.

"How come you're up this early?" Emma asked and suffocated a yawn. It was only eight o'clock. She could have done with a bit more sleep.

"Jetlag, I think," Regina said, and her voice sounded light and casual when she continued: "and I had a phone call with Sofía and Alessandra. They just wanted to make sure that everything is okay with...everything."

"Right," Emma said in that light "say no more"-tone she often adopted whenever Regina was getting uncomfortable talking about the baby in front of anyone.

After a couple of minutes, Regina used the spatula to move the freshly fried slices of toast to the plate. Next, she fried some bacon, and once that was crispy and smelled delicious, she loaded it onto the plate and sprinkled syrup over the bread and bacon. "There we are," she smiled. "One French toast for the lady." She chuckled slightly as she carried the plate over to the table and sat it down in front of Emma.

"What are you having for breakfast?" Emma asked and raised an eyebrow. She saw no fourth plate of French toast on the table.

Regina pointed to her own plate which was loaded with crackers with jam.

Emma's eyes were slits now. "Just that?"

". I had a hint of nausea when I woke up, so I figured it would be better to start the day with crackers. Seemed like a safe choice," Regina said and untied her apron and sat down. "But I might make myself a French toast too."

"Or I'll make it for you," Emma said quickly.

Regina chuckled. "You cooked for me last night, querida. And as I told your parents, it was absolutely delicious."

"Not as delicious as this!" Emma said upon taking a bite. Seriously, this was the best French toast she'd ever had! All creamy and sweet and fluffy with some salty crispiness from the perfectly fried bacon. Yes, Regina was indeed a "hawk" in the kitchen as her father put it.

"I'm glad you like it," Regina smiled and stuffed a cracker into her mouth. There was that look of playful innocence again. That look Emma so loved. That look that made her want to leap from her chair and kiss Regina. She probably would have if her parents hadn't been here. And if it hadn't been for the vibrating phone Regina wrestled out of her pocket with the words: "sorry about that".

Emma frowned softly as she watched the lines appear on Regina's forehead when she looked at the phone screen. "Is everything alright?" she asked softly.

"," Regina said, adopting an easy smile as she looked up. "Everything's fine. It's just my mother. It was only a matter of time before she figured out that I'm not in Madrid anymore. But it's fine. I can call her later."

"Okay," Emma said lightly. Her parents didn't comment on it. They just continued to eat their French toast and Emma flashed Regina a little smile.

Regina returned the smile. A smile which clearly signalized that everything was fine. And even though Emma didn't think highly of Regina's mother, she was very willing to believe that everything was fine. In fact everything seemed pretty perfect right now. She reached across the table and took Regina's hand, gave a little squeeze.

Regina returned the squeeze and then laughed as she encouraged Emma to eat her French toast "before it turned cold". Emma suffocated a smile. Sometimes Regina sounded like a thirty five year old woman. Way more mature than Emma was...

To Be Continued...

Spanish translations:

Esa se siente bien= that feels good.

Serás la muerte de mí, mi amor= You'll be the death of me, my love.

Estoy cachonda= I'm horny.

¿Por favor?= Please?

Por favor tócame y hazme el amor, Emma= Please touch me and make love to me, Emma.

¡Oh dios, fóllame!= Oh god, fuck me!

¡Usted me está matando!= You are killing me!