A/N: So first, I want to thank my friend Laura for her encouragement during the creation of this fic, you always believe in me beebs :)
Second, Jennybear, you are my rock, momma! Thank you so much for using the brain for goods and reading and re-reading this thing! You always know what to say when I doubt myself xx
Last but not least, thank you to my elder Swen group on Twatter. You guys are the best cheerleaders a girl could hope for!
Now - YES Hook/d is in this but only as barriers to get over and if you're familiar with my work you won't be surprised with the level of tool I write them both as. I wanted to address how both men approached Henry in the show and that's really the main point of them being in this. There is no description of relationship-y action between our girls and the twidiots, so no worries. They're barely in it.
That being said, there are multiple major character deaths. Murder, suicide, everyone dies. Some of it is graphic and may not be for the squeamish.
There are also several places where there are smuttastical sexies between our girls and even a threesome with Emma and Jekyll/Hyde Regina. Also there are some Top!Emma and Bottom/Switch!Regina elements. If that's not your thing, this isn't your story and I'm not your author.
The timeline is pretty messed up and I didn't follow canon and just sort of picked out elements to build the plot.
I loosely based this story off of Amy's Choice from Doctor Who. S/o to my Whovians xx
As always, I don't own these characters, they own me. I love the love, so if you feel it, leave it.
Regina Mills woke up from what felt like a fitful sleep. Disoriented, she shifted her weight only to realize, much to her surprise, there was much more of her than she could remember. With the dream she was ripped from still fresh in her mind, she rested her hand on her very pregnant abdomen as if her eyes were lying and her fingertips would reveal the truth. Her skin was warm to the touch just beneath her silken pajamas, and she shifted uncomfortably under the weight of the child growing within her.
Her confusion was startled away when a body curled around her, and a porcelain arm wound its way over her swollen abdomen.
"Good morning, my love." The Savior's voice was deep, still thick with sleep. "How did my girls sleep last night?"
"Your girls?" the confused woman asked as she watched a blonde head lean down and peck kisses along her belly. Warm lips sent shivers across her heated skin, and Regina felt wholly out of place.
Dark eyes looked up and took in the Mayor's rigid muscles and stone mask. "Are you alright, babe?"
"No," Regina answered honestly. "Does this seem weird to you?"
Emma rested her cheek against her abdomen and asked, "Does what seem weird to me?"
Despite having all of her memories of falling in love, then marrying and getting pregnant alongside the Savior, the idea that any of it was her actual life felt wrong. Regina rolled her eyes uncertain as to how to explain what precisely it was she was feeling and then waved her hand around the general area of her abdomen and clarified, "This. Us."
Emma's lips turned up into a small half-smile, and she shook her head before replying, "It's a little late to be having second thoughts."
"I am not having second thoughts about our daughter!" Regina snapped back, realizing what she'd been feeling just moments before was replaced with a fierce sense of protection for her unborn child. Her daughter. Emma's daughter. Their child. Created from their love. Well, a sperm donor, but their love made it possible.
"Seriously, babe, are you alright?" The blonde abandoned her place at the swell of Regina's belly and refocused her attention to the woman herself; curling into her and nuzzling into long dark curls. "Talk to me, baby girl."
"I…" Regina felt the disorientation melt away as if it had been a dream, and the loving serenity of Emma Swan enveloped all of her senses. "I don't know." She closed her eyes and leaned into the blonde's caresses.
"Alright," the soothing tone of the Sheriff struck a chord within the Mayor, and she felt herself grow upset. When the tears breached the confines of her eyelashes, Emma's green eyes were on her in an instant. "Hey baby, it's okay. Your hormones are all out of whack, everything is-"
"Don't patronize me!" the brunette reprimanded harshly.
"I'm not," Emma chuckled lightly, knowing that the often volatile Queen was like playing Russian roulette with all the chambers loaded and she wouldn't change a thing about her. "I love you, Regina."
"You do?" the Queen asked as if the mere idea was inconceivable.
Emma leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on the Queen's lips and said, "Always and forever."
"You… you said that at our wedding," Regina said astonished.
"I did," Emma agreed. "Are you sure you're okay?"
Regina shook her head but said, "Yes, of course, darling." She pushed away the strange memories of when her wife first broke the curse and took a deep breath and explained, "I simply had disorienting dreams."
Emma, still looking worried, accepted the explanation and leaned in and kissed the side of her wife's head and coaxed her to get up so they could start their day.
Henry Mills bounded down into the kitchen where his mothers were working together to make their small family a hearty breakfast. His adoptive mother was perched upon a high stool, looking more than ever like the Queen she was, as she instructed his birth mother on the correct way to lay out pancake batter for optimal cake distribution. He rounded the countertop and leaned in and kissed his brunette mother then gently fist-bumped his unborn sister before taking his place next to his mother.
Emma ruffled his hair as she deposited his plate in front of him and wished him a good morning. "Hey kid, do you need a ride to Tilman's after school?"
"No, I'm taking my bike right up to the campsite."
"Campsite?" Regina asked with apprehension as she imagined how many different kinds of trouble her young son could get into with the likes of Nick Tilman.
Emma rested her hand on Regina's knee before asking, "I thought you were camping out in Mr. Tilman's backyard, Henry."
"We were gonna, but Nick got a telescope for his birthday, and we can see more outside of town."
"Henry," Emma shook her head and explained, "With your sister due any day now, I think it would be best if you stayed within range of contact."
"Ma!" Henry exclaimed clearly upset over the decision. "Tonight is when you can see both Mars and Venus in the sky at the same time! I'm not goofing off, I'm learning!"
"Don't argue with your mother, Henry," Regina added, impressed, and a little surprised, Emma stood up and took the heat for her hesitation. She silently reminded herself that she shouldn't be surprised. It's been a lifetime since it was Emma and Henry versus Regina. Things were different now. They were married. They were a team. They were his parents.
Henry looked in disbelief between his two mothers and exclaimed, "I don't see why my life has to be interrupted because you guys decided to have a stupid baby!"
"Henry Daniel Mills!" Emma exclaimed in a harsh tone.
"You're lucky to be getting a sibling at all!" Regina added defensively then realized she shouldn't be pregnant. "I… I can't have kids." The panic this realization struck her, and Emma noticed immediately. The blonde steadied her and explained, "Our true love's kiss broke your curse, babe. Remember?"
As if it had been a part of her the entire time, she did remember the kiss that changed her whole life. A disastrous date between the women, who had skirted around their shy and tentative affection for months, ended poorly with a stalled engine after a heated argument over something insignificant she couldn't quite remember. She did remember the downpour of rain as she angrily exited the death trap Emma Swan called an automobile and how quickly she became drenched as she marched up the street. The blonde gave chase, grabbing her by the arm, whipping her around in confrontation, and yelled, "Why do you have to make everything so god damned difficult!?"
"Me?" Regina spat back, her rage unmasked.
The women stood toe to toe staring each other down, and after what seemed like an eternity, Emma's gaze dropped down to soaking wet lips, and in an instant, she moved forward and crashed into a heated kiss. When Regina wrapped her arms around her, Emma lifted her up and melted into that kiss. In the fraction of a second, an energy wave pulsed away from them, and they broke their embrace with pure shock and looked at one another.
"Was that-?" Regina asked in amazement.
"I think it was," Emma replied as a smile spread across her lips
"Your mother is going to be livid," Regina said a little more gleeful than what was necessary.
A month later, Regina had the first menstrual cycle she's had in three decades, and after a doctor's exam, it was determined her reproductive organs were in working order once more.
"Of course I remember, I just-" Regina had no explanation for her lapse in recognition nor the sudden and complete recollection.
Emma leaned in closer and asked in a worried tone, "Are you sure you're alright, babe?"
"Yes, of course," Regina soothed then added, "More pregnancy brain, I suppose."
"You guys suck!" Henry exclaimed as he pouted then stormed up the stairs to inform his friend it was the backyard or nothing.
Regina looked over at her wife and said, "Thank you for not making me out to be the bad guy."
"He is getting older, babe, you're going to have to give him some leeway sooner or later." Emma wrapped her arm around her and gave her a reassuring hug.
"Am I a terrible mother for wanting it to be later?" Regina pouted and rested her head against the blonde's shoulder.
"A terrible mother? No. A helicopter mom? A little bit," Emma answered with a chuckle. She rested her hand on the bottom of Regina's large swell and added, "Soon, we are going to have our hands full, and Henry is going to start doing more for himself."
Regina sat up and said, "I'm not going to stop worrying about him simply because we have a second child."
"No, but he's thirteen now, babe. He's at the age where he's capable."
Regina sighed, "It's going so fast! He was just eleven! How do we have a teenager?"
Emma kissed her on the forehead then picked up their dirty dishes and quipped, "Time flies when you're having fun!"