"Mi amor? Could you help me with this?"

Emma smiled as she turned around to come to Regina's aid. "Sure thing, honey. What do you need me to do?"

"Sip my suitcase," Regina grunted. "It refuse to do my bidding!"

"Rude," Emma teased as she crouched down in front of Regina's suitcase which was lying on the bed. She grabbed the zipper and it was her turn to grunt as she did her utmost to zip the damn thing. "Fuck your suitcase!" she said strained.

Regina chuckled. "Yeah, that's the conclusion I reached too."

"Try and sit on it," Emma said and looked back at Regina who was standing next to her. "Sometimes the extra weight forces the zipper to-"

"'Extra weight'?" Regina echoed and raised an eyebrow. "Be careful now, querida."

"Jesus! I was not implying that you're heavy or anything, I was just-"

Regina interrupted her by laughing heartedly. "I know. I was just teasing."

"You little minx. I am so gonna get you for that," Emma vowed. "But first, sit on the suitcase, please."

"As you wish," Regina joked as she elegantly climbed up on the bed and then on the suitcase. She chuckled and joked about how comfortable it was, and Emma smirked as she agreed with that. "Very comfortable indeed." Regina was wearing a skirt today, bless her, and from her kneeling position on the floor, Emma could pretty much look up her skirt and get an eyeful of Regina's delightful, red lace panties. Not bad. Not bad at all. Emma could think of several comments to make about Regina's underwear. Like... how much she loved when Regina was wearing red. And lace. And she could think of some things she'd like to do as well. Like... run her fingers up Regina's delightfully long and golden leg for instance. Yes. That would be really nice. Emma imagined how Regina would start to squirm and laugh and make some joke about Emma's clever, clever hands.

Yes, there were many things Emma could have done in this particular situation. There were many things she wanted to do. And helping with zipping Regina's suitcase was probably one of the last things on her mind right now. Which was extremely scandalizing, because that was what she was supposed to do. Zip Regina's suitcase. Be sensible. To sensible things. Get the last things ready for their trip back to Spain. She was definitely not supposed to think about Regina's underwear. Or sex. Nope. She most certainly was not supposed to think about sex on this extremely busy morning. Not even the littlest bit. And she did try to tell herself to stop being a horny bastard. She told herself to concentrate on the task at hand. Zipping Regina's suitcase. But oh god, it was just so fucking difficult when Regina's panties were literally staring her in the-

"Hey!" Regina protested when she realized exactly what Emma was looking at. "You're here to help me, Em-ma, not look at my knickers!"

Emma laughed as she resumed the zipper challenge. "'Knickers'? what, are you British all the sudden, beautiful girl?"

"Shut up," Regina mock-snapped. "Help me!"

"Okay, okay," Emma laughed and gave the zipper a good yank. "Here we go..." she pulled and tugged and cursed like a sailor while doing so. For a moment it felt like the zipper wouldn't budge anytime soon, but then she gave it another firm yank, and suddenly, the damn thing cooperated with her. The suitcase was jerked forward with the result that the sudden motion sent Regina tumbling backwards off the suitcase and onto the bed in a mess of flowery skirt, long tanned legs and exposed red "knickers".

But "perving" on Regina's underwear was pretty much the last thing on Emma's mind right now. "Oh, fuck!" she yelped, immediately ready to be alarmed but what had just happened. "Are you alright?!" she shoved the suitcase aside, so it landed on the floor and found a laughing Regina laying on the bed.

"Sí, I'm fine," Regina assured amusedly as she smoothened her skirt back down where it belonged. "No reason to look so worried, querida."

"Yeah, sorry, but I'm really not a fan of seeing my pregnant girlfriend fall," Emma retorted and grabbed Regina's hand so she could help her into a sitting position.

Regina let out a dry chuckle. "You managed to make that sound perfectly normal and idyllic."

"What?" Emma asked as she gave Regina a one over just to make sure that she hadn't hurt herself when falling off the suitcase.

"'Pregnant girlfriend'," Regina echoed and wrinkled her nose in an almost thoughtful manner.

"Oh. Well..." Emma slipped an arm around her shoulder and gave her a little squeeze. "You are my girlfriend, and you are pregnant. Putting those two together makes you my pregnant girlfriend, so I didn't say anything wrong."

Regina flashed a little smile and ran two fingers over her growing belly. It didn't look like she was even thinking about the action, but Emma had picked up on it, and she knew that Regina often did it when she was either relaxed or concerned, and judging by the wrinkle between her eyes, Emma would say that the second option was the case here. She gave Regina another little squeeze. "Penny for your thoughts, honey?"

"I don't want to go home," Regina said simply and glared at her suitcase now laying abandoned on the floor. "I've had such a wonderful time here!

"It's been awesome having you," Emma said, squeezing her girlfriend again.

"I wish I could stay for a little longer," Regina mumbled. "Maybe I'm being insanely cowardly, but I'm not in the mood to go home and deal with everything, meaning my mother. Not right now. Why can't I just..." she nudged her cheek against Emma's shoulder. "Stay in a bubble with you?"

"You're not being a coward at all," Emma said gently. "I like the bubble too. But hey, I'm going back to Spain with you. The bubble won't burst right now."

"It will when my mother shows up," Regina said bitterly. "She'll create a huge scene. God!" with a groan she let herself fall backwards onto the bed.

"It's going to be okay," Emma soothed and immediately felt foolish for even trying.

Regina chuckled grimly. "It's going to be uncomfortable." She chuckled humorlessly again. "And I thought that being given the sex talk was as uncomfortable as it could ever get. Turns out I was wrong. Oh well, at least it's too late for the sex talk now."

Emma let out a tiny chuckle. "Well, the sex talk IS pretty uncomfortable."

This time, Regina sounded a bit more amused as she laughed. "Try receiving the sex talk from Cora Mills. I was eleven and terrified and she made it sound like some sort of wildly complicated operation which was excruciatingly painful for the woman. And she kept referring to it as "the act". Which should solely be happening between a man and woman. To make babies. When they were married, obviously. Everything else was dirty and wrong."

Emma grabbled to find a part of Regina she could squeeze for comfort, and that part just so happened to be her thigh. "I'm sorry."

"I'm pretty sure she's more sorry," Regina said darkly. "Because here I am, pregnant at twenty and without a ring on my finger. She'll undoubtedly think that I failed at listening to all her good advises."

Emma squeezed her thigh again.

"But hey, I did do something right," Regina continued, chuckling dryly again. "I made a baby."

"I'll wring her neck if she makes you upset!" Emma growled.

Regina sat up in bed with a slight groan and flashed Emma a little grin. "As sexy as you are when you're angry, querida, that part is unavoidable. She will make me upset. And I'll make her upset. Words will be exchanged, and it won't be pretty. Are you sure you want to be there for it?"

"Yes!" Emma said immediately. "I don't care how much of a showdown it's gonna be, I said I would stick by you, and that's what I'm gonna do. No matter what. You're my girlfriend and I wanna take care of you."

"You're so sweet," Regina said softly, smiling at her. "Showdown aside, I'm looking forward to spending some time with you in Spain."

"Me, too," Emma beamed. "I'm looking forward to eating churros for breakfast again! And waking up to the sound of that busy street right outside. I'm looking forward to opening your window and looking out at Madrid again. And the warmer weather! Man, I'm looking forward to that!"

"It was a bit cold here in Maine," Regina agreed almost sheepishly.

"Blasted September weather," Emma nodded. "And it's only gonna get worse from here. By Christmas we'll be covered in snow."

"That sounds fun," Regina said and for a moment looked like a young girl.

"It can be. Do you have any Christmas plans, beautiful girl?" Emma queried.

Regina shrugged. "I don't think so. Daddy always opens the restaurant for the homeless and other people in need on Christmas, and usually I help as a waitress. But I don't think I can do that this year. I'm gonna be... pretty pregnant at the time."

"Then come to Storybrooke," Emma said softly. "I would really love if we could spend Christmas together. And I know my parents would too. There would definitely be an extra spot by the Christmas tree for you."

Regina smiled a little. "That could be very nice, querida, but I think it it's best if I don't give any final answers right now. You never know what's gonna happen. I could be bed-bound by then."

"Well, if that's the case, I'll come to you," Emma said plainly. "No way in hell you're spending Christmas alone!"

Regina chuckled now. "It's too early to talk about Christmas. We should focus on the here and now instead." She glared at her suitcase.

"I think we're pretty much ready to head to the airport," Emma nodded, glancing at her own suitcase which had been placed neatly near the wall.

"Unfortunately," Regina grumbled. But then she put on a smile. "Tomorrow the new week will start. Do you know what that means?"

"Nope," Emma said, smiling herself at Regina's sudden enthusiasm.

"I'll be fourteen weeks pregnant," Regina told her, still smiling widely. "Second trimester! And according to all my pregnancy trackers, the nausea will lessen, and I'll enter something called "the honeymoon phase"."

"'The honeymoon phase'?" Emma echoed and waggled an eyebrow. "That sounds very promising. What does it mean exactly?"

"Increased energy," Regina grinned. "And increased sex drive. Should heighten even more when I reach week fifteen, thank god. I think I've been pretty boring for the past two weeks."

"Not true at all!" Emma immediately protested. She and Regina had sex twice during the two weeks Regina had been here, and that had been plenty hot. Out of this world mind-blowingly sexy. Emma was still living high on it. Regina hadn't been "boring" at all. Just pregnant and a little tired. Which was completely fine and totally to be expected. As much as Emma enjoyed having sex with Regina, it wasn't vital to their relationship. Not at all.

"Please say you'll stay for at least a week," Regina said almost pleadingly. "It would be a damn SHAME if we didn't take advantage of the second trimester! When I reach third trimester, I'm gonna be enormous and too unsexy for-"

"Nope." Emma shushed her by putting a finger on her lips. "You'll never be too unsexy for anything. You are gonna look amazingly beautiful with a round belly, and I can't wait to see it!"

"Seems to me like you're already seeing plenty," Regina said, brushing her fingertips over her little bump again. "It's starting."

"And it looks so cute!"

"You really think so?"

"Yes," Emma said and let her hand cover the one still resting on Regina's little baby bump. "I really think so. And so does my mom. And my dad. And my friends. Ruby was literally gushing over you and said you were "so darn lucky" for looking so good when pregnant."

"Ruby is so sweet," Regina said softly, perking up a bit. "And she and Belle makes such a cute couple!"

"They do, don't they," Emma snickered. "Took them long enough to realize, but I don't think anything can tear those two apart."

"Let's hope not," Regina smiled. "They looked very in love."

"You know, Belle said the exact same thing about us," Emma smirked.

"Oh yeah? And what did you answer?" Regina teased.

"I said that we were so in love we couldn't stand it," Emma chuckled. "So in love we're willing to cross oceans for each other. How about that?"

"'If my love for you was an ocean, Lindbergh would have to use two airplanes to cross it,'" Regina quoted with a cheeky grin.

"That's... actually a good one," Emma said, torn between whether to laugh or aww out loud."

"I know. I'm full of good ones," Regina said and looked like she was about to flop back onto the bed, but Emma stopped her with a gentle: "we have to go to the airport, honey."

Regina sighed, and her voice was small when she said: "Right."

Emma studied her face for a moment, and it didn't take her long to figure out that despite Regina's joking around and humorous approach to what was waiting ahead, she was tired to the bones. The pregnancy still exhausted her, and the waiting showdown with her mother probably didn't do anything to lessen that exhaustion. Emma had to take deep breaths not to see red and lose it completely. It wasn't fair that Regina couldn't get a moments peace and actually adjust to her new situation. So far, she had been juggling everything as best as she could, and the week in Storybrooke was supposed to be a safe haven. A break from the responsibility at least for a while. But even then, Cora Mills had poked her head out, and Emma was starting to see the woman as some kind of big-teethed animal just waiting to sink those teeth into Regina...

The bed dipped as Regina stood abruptly, and Emma yelped a little as she nearly toppled over.

"Ooops," Regina laughed. "Aren't I the one who's supposed to have bad coordination?"

"Maybe I'll just sympathy stumble with you," Emma mumbled as she too stood from the bed. She walked over to Regina who was bending down to grab her suitcase, but Emma beat her to it with a: "nope! Not gonna happen!"

"What?" Regina laughed.

"You're not supposed to lift anything, silly!" Emma scolded. "Imagine if Alessandra and Sofía could see you. They would have your head."

"They would," Regina agreed with a chuckle. "I can't wait for you to meet them, Em-ma. You'll like them, I just know you will."

"I'm positive I will," Emma smiled. "They can't be anything but awesome."

"Oh, they are," Regina said, almost gushing with excitement. "They're so, so sweet! Sofía kept asking if I felt okay, and Alessandra couldn't stop offering me cake. And they're so excited. I think they were already discussing colors for the nursery and baby names..." the rest of the sentence hung in the air as Regina seemed to trail off a bit. Maybe it was the mention of baby names that brought on the look of distance in her eyes, and Emma was quick to take the younger woman's hand and gently squeeze it while she thoroughly searched Regina's face, looking for traces of just the tiniest bit of doubt. At no point whatsoever, had Regina said or suggested that she felt in doubt about her decision, and Emma hadn't mentioned it either. But she wanted Regina to know that she was allowed to change her mind. That if she found out that she didn't want to give up the baby, it wouldn't change anything between her and Emma. That Emma would be there no matter what.

But then the moment passed, and Regina smiled a quick and easy smile. "Well then, Señorita Swan, shall we embark on the journey to the airport?"

"We shall," Emma said and smiled. But deep down, she was wondering what Regina had been thinking about a moment ago. Sometimes, Emma struggled to find answers in those deep, black eyes. Sometimes Regina's heart was "a deep ocean of secrets".

That journey to the airport Regina had talked about, could actually have come to an end in the kitchen where Emma's mom hugged Regina so profusely and again and again, going anywhere seemed impossible. She repeated how wonderful it had been to meet her, instructed Regina to take care of herself and get enough rest. Instructed Emma to take care of Regina. She had even kissed Regina's cheek, and then by the end of it, she had given Regina something that was wrapped in tinfoil.

"Cookies for the flight," she said when Regina asked what it was. "It's important to have something sweet by hand in case your blood sugar drops."

"Thank you," Regina said, flashing one of her sweet smiles. "You've been so kind to me, Mary Margaret."

"No need to thank me, dear," Mary Margaret insisted, but Emma could see how thrilled her mom was about Regina's sweet, polite behavior. Mary Margaret hugged Regina one more time for good measurement, and then it was David's turn. He too said goodbye to Regina and exchanged a few friendly words with her, and while he did that, Mary Margaret turned her attention to her daughter. She gave Emma a gentle hug and a kiss on the cheek. "You take care of yourself too, dear."

"Of course," Emma chuckled. "I thought you had forgotten about me while gushing over Regina."

"Now, now." her mom wagged a finger at her. "It's hardly my fault that you come home from Spain with the perfect daughter-in-law."

Emma felt her insides melt at that. Hearing her mom refer to Regina as her daughter-in-law so naturally was positively adorable. Over her mom's shoulder she could her dad hug Regina. Gently. He was clearly being exceptionally careful not to squeeze her belly in the slightest, and that too made Emma go mushy.

"Okay, I think we have to go now," she said as though to make up for her mushy moment.

"Alright then," David said as he released Regina and gave Emma a hug. "Have a safe flight, honey. Let us know when you land."

"I will," Emma said, chuckling as she returned the kiss. "Thanks dad. And thank you for-" she would have said 'the money', but her dad just shushed her by cupping the back of her head and murmuring: "let us know how everything goes."

Emma knew exactly what he meant. She gave a little nod and a slight "mm"-sound in response.

Immediately after that little exchange, Mary Margaret began fussing and rushing because "Boston is a long drive and I don't want you to be late", and so Emma and Regina said their final goodbyes, and Regina was instructed to come again really soon. There would always be an empty seat at the table for her, Mary Margaret said. Regina looked suspiciously misty-eyed when thanking her, and when she and Emma were in the yellow bug, driving to the airport, she complained over her "stupid hormones".

"¡Esto es ridículo!" she grumbled as she wiped her eyes on a napkin. "I swear, being pregnant is turning me into some..." she muttered something in Spanish and wiped her eyes again.

"You're fine," Emma assured.

Regina scoffed. "How can you even say that? I look like a mess!"

"You don't. You look beautiful."

Regina snorted. "If this is how I handle saying goodbye to your parents, I really don't want to know how I'll look when I have to say goodbye to YOU."

Emma cringed. "Let's not talk about that right now, okay? Let's concentrate on the fourteen epic days that lies ahead."

"Good point," Regina nodded and smiled a little. "I like your way of thinking. And I like your parents. I hope I'll be able to come and visit soon."

"You better!" Emma said firmly. "Very, very soon. I don't wanna miss you too long. Or miss out on..." she glanced at Regina's belly. "Anything."

Regina smiled easily. "It would be really special if you could be there for the first kicks."

"Oh god, yes! I want to be there for that. So much!" Emma said earnestly.

Regina's smile seemed to widen at that, and she appeared to forget that she was going back to cyclone of drama her mother undoubtedly would have stirred up while she had been away.

Regina was acting almost suspiciously cheery on the drive to Boston, but by the time they reached the airport, her smile had faltered some, and Emma suspected that the reality over going home was starting to set in once again. She did her best to joke around and distract Regina, and even though Regina did laugh at her jokes, Emma had a feeling that the younger woman wouldn't be completely relaxed until after the meeting/showdown with her mother.

By the time they were sitting in the airplane and had buckled their seatbelts, Regina looked like she was a million miles away. Until Emma took her hand and squeezed it. That made her come back and smile at the blonde, but Emma could still see that concerned little wrinkle right between her eyes, and she wished that there was something she could have said to magically make everything better. But when she told Regina this, Regina just shrugged and said: "it's better that she knows. Better to just let the cat out of the bag once and for all. Let her have it out and rage and then go back to hate me quietly."

"She doesn't-"

"She will when she finds out how far along I am and my plans for the future."

"Regina-"

"No, it's okay," Regina interrupted and smiled meekly as she toyed with the end of her long braid. "I can handle my mother hating me. That honestly won't be much of a change, really. But if my dad..." she trailed off and blew out air. "The idea that he should look at me and think less of me because of this..." she sighed. "I think that might kill me."

"He won't do that!" Emma said very, very firmly. "Your father loves you, Regina! I heard as much when you talked to him over the phone!"

"But will he still love me when I tell him what I'm planning on doing?" Regina asked rhetorically and ran her fingers down her growing belly again. "My mother might be extreme, but my dad is actually very family orientated as well. You know what he always says after one of my arguments with Mother? 'Family is the most important thing'. What I'm planning on doing doesn't exactly back up that motto, does it?"

"If he loves you, he'll respect your decision and support it," Emma said firmly, squeezing Regina's hand again. "Because that's what family do."

Regina sighed again and tugged a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "I wish I could believe that. I truly do."

"I can't imagine him not supporting you," Emma said softly. Even though she had only met Henry once, she had sensed the strong bond between father and daughter. And Henry's reaction when Regina called him, had only backed up that theory.

"And he probably will," Regina said, clearly forcing herself to sound relaxed. "I'm just being silly, right?"

"You're not being silly at all, honey," Emma said softly and leaned in so she could drop a kiss on Regina's hair. "Not even in the slightest."

The seatbelt signal dinged, and they both quickly buckled their seatbelt. Regina did so while joking about how the seatbelt already felt a bit snug.

Emma chuckled. "I hope not. I appreciate your ability to breathe."

Regina laughed at that. "However will I cope when I get bigger?"

Emma grabbed the seatbelt sitting over Regina's belly and gave it a little tug. "It's stretchable. I can feel it."

"Thank goodness," Regina joked and leaned back in her seat. She smiled at Emma and her dark eyes sparkled. "This is a new level in our relationship, querida."

"Me yanking at your seatbelt?"

Regina laughed again. "No, you idiot. I meant flying together. We've never done that before!"

"Oh," Emma smiled. "You're right. That IS a new level. And I like it. I like reaching new levels in our relationship."

"Me, too," Regina said and leaned back in the flight seat.

As the flight attendants performed the safety routine, Emma took Regina's hand and played lightly with her fingers. Then she gently massaged the soft spot between Regina's thumb and index finger, and Regina made a little hum of contend. As she once jokingly had said, she did enjoy a good hand massage, and that statement certainly was true. Emma did try to pay attention as the flight attendants went through the safety instructions, but massaging Regina's hand was just so much more important. As was carefully watching Regina's reaction. She looked like she was slowly melting back in her seat. She actually looked like she was on the verge of falling asleep, and even though Regina claimed that her fondness for sleeping was highly irritating, Emma found it to be highly adorable. During their previous week together when they were talking in bed at night, Regina could suddenly doze off to sleep right in the middle of a conversation. When Emma told her about it come morning, she had no memories about falling asleep at all. And she had been quite mortified upon finding out that she had. But Emma had just chuckled softly, kissed Regina and told her that she was adorable. Regina had complained, though. Complained about not being able to stay awake. Exactly like she apparently couldn't right now. Her eyelids had started to droop, and Emma couldn't blame her for it. They had been up early because they had to pack and all that jazz. If Regina needed to take a nap on the flight back to Spain, then so be it. Emma knew for a fact that Regina had fallen asleep later than her last night because she worried about going home and "face the music" as she had put it.

As the flight attendants wished everyone a good flight, Regina's head dropped to Emma's shoulder without warning, and Emma got a whiff of her perfume and shampoo. Cinnamon and spice and everything nice. She glanced out of the window as the plane started to move and pick up speed. It wouldn't take long before they were in the air. And Emma was happy about it. She was happy that she was here with Regina. Happy she was going back to Spain to be by Regina's side when facing Cora Mills. The hand that wasn't still holding onto Regina's curled into a fist, and Emma's knuckles cracked slightly. She wasn't sure exactly what she'd do, but she would definitely react in one way or the other if Cora said something nasty to Regina. Maybe Emma would end up yelling at Regina's mother. And maybe she didn't care that she would end up yelling at her. Cora was so very far from Emma's favorite person. She had no problem with remembering how Cora pretty much had been in Regina's face during their last altercation. The first and only time Emma would witness her doing THAT. She wouldn't allow Cora to get that close to Regina again. Or allow anyone to get that close to Regina. The unpleasant memory of Regina taking a slap across the face from Marian popped into Emma's mind, and she growled a little under her breath. Never again. Never ever again!

Emma felt her belly do a slight flip flop as the plane left the ground, and then Regina groaned as she lifted her head from Emma's shoulder.

"Hi. You missed out on the security instructions, but I'll be happy to fill you in," Emma half-chuckled as she squeezed Regina's hand again. "I figured you would be asleep for longer."

"No, I don't think I need any more sleep right now," Regina mumbled as she sat up straighter in her seat. "I actually feel a bit queasy. Must have been the takeoff."

"Oh," Emma said, immediately concerned. "Are you gonna be sick?" she was already glancing around to locate one of those handy dandy brown paper bags.

"I hope not. As I said, it's probably just the takeoff," Regina said and rubbed her belly. "Happened the last time too."

"You felt sick the last time?!" Emma said louder than intended. "You never told me that!"

Regina shrugged, but Emma kept pressing the issue: "did you throw up during the flight?"

Regina stopped shrugging and looked a bit sheepish instead.

"You did!" Emma deduced and pushed a stray lock of hair away from Regina's face. "Honey, you didn't tell me about that!"

"Because I didn't want to worry you," Regina said and shrugged again. "And because it was stupid and embarrassing, and the flight attendants kept checking on me afterwards. I received a few looks from the other passengers, and I think a few of them thought that I was drunk or hungover, so when one of the flight attendants asked me if I was okay for the millionth time, I ended up blurting out that I was pregnant. Then they started asking me if I was sitting comfortably enough instead. It was an absolute farce."

"A farce you didn't tell me about," Emma grumbled. "You should have!"

Regina snickered and gave her a slight nudge. "I'm telling you now, querida. Stop fussing. And stop pouting. Even though you look pretty cute when you're doing it."

Emma refused to be distracted and take the bait. "How are you feeling now? Any nausea? Do you need anything? Water, perhaps?" she was already reaching into her little backpack to retrieve a bottle of water.

"No," Regina chuckled, reaching into her own bag. "I have just the cure I need." As she spoke, she found the tinfoil wrapped pack Mary Margaret had given her earlier. She unwrapped one of the cookies and took a bite.

"Oh," Emma said relieved. "You're hungry."

"," Regina snickered and took another bite. "And these are so good. Your mom is a wonderful cook."

"I'll make sure to let her know you said that," Emma smiled. "She will be pleased to hear that coming from her favorite daughter-in-law..."

Regina rolled her dark eyes. "Querida. I'm her only daughter-in-law."

"But nevertheless her favorite," Emma teased. "Seriously, she was completely besotted with you! She hasn't met that many of my partners, but out of the few I ever brought home, you are definitely her favorite. She adores you."

"The feeling is mutual," Regina said warmly and found another cookie. "You want one? They're really good."

"Those are for you," Emma protested. "You need them more than I do. Think of your blood sugar."

Regina laughed heartedly. "Right then, doctor Swan. Just take the damn cookie, will you? Or I'll stuff it inside your mouth. And I assure you, that won't be pretty."

"Okay, okay," Emma surrendered and accepted the offered cookie. She took a little bite and hummed. "Oh yeah. These are really good!"

"Told ya," Regina giggled and stretched her legs a little.

Emma spotted it and immediately queried: "are you sitting alright? You don't have any aches, do you?"

"No," Regina said ever so patiently. "Look at you going all crazy."

"Not crazy," Emma defended.

"What would you call it then?"

Emma flashed her a big grin. "Worrying about my pregnant girlfriend, obviously."

Regina grinned back at her. "Have I ever mentioned how glad I am that I'm not going back to Spain alone?" she leaned in and pecked Emma's cheek.

"You smell of chocolate," Emma told her.

"Isn't that a good thing?" Regina asked and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, trust me, beautiful girl. I wouldn't have it any other way," Emma assured and broke her cookie in two halves. "Here, let's share. I don't want to rob a pregnant woman of her snackies."

"That's awfully thoughtful of you," Regina said as she accepted the half cookie without putting up much of a fight.

"I know," Emma chuckled and took a bite of her cookie as she looked at the fluffy white cloud drifting past their window. This wasn't half-bad. And somehow the flight got even better when Regina shifted so she could rest her head on Emma's shoulder once again. Emma draped an arm around her girlfriend and teased her a little bit by once again asking if she felt okay, and the soft "shut up" and following nudge she received in return made her heart melt...

To Be Continued...