The boys were thrilled about their moms' engagement. They had a private ceremony and celebration. A few months later, Regina was waiting outside of the boys' classroom. Once the class was dismissed to lunch, Regina made her way in, "Miss Blanchard," she said to announce her presence. When the boys joined Mary Margaret's class, Regina made the decision that the adults should maintain a professional relationship so that others didn't suspect favoritism on the teacher's part. Plus, the closer it got to Emma's twenty-eighth birthday, the higher Regina's walls became.

Mary Margaret turned around, "hi, Miss Mills. Have a seat and I'll be right there." Regina sat at a nearby desk while Mary Margaret dug out the boys' folders. "Will Emma be joining us?"

"Yes, but as you know, promptness isn't her greatest strength."

"I heard that," Emma walked in and took a seat by her wife. "You know, I am the sheriff."

"Of a town that only has drunks or child shoplifters."

"Anyway," Emma said, "thanks for rescheduling this meeting."

"Oh, it's no problem. Congratulations by the way. The boys told me you got married a few months back. I just haven't seen you since then."

"Thank you," both women said.

"Well, the boys are all doing great. Their grades and work are all impressive."

"But?" Emma asked.

"What?" Mary Margaret asked.

"Forgive her," Regina said, "Emma always assumes theirs something wrong."

"Well," the teacher said.

"I knew it," Emma said, "which one and what did they do?"

"They didn't do anything. It's just that I've noticed their moods have all shifted. They appear more withdrawn and depressed. I asked them if everything was alright at home. I know the mayor has a few medical issues."

"What did they say?" Emma asked.

"Nothing," Mary Margaret answered, "they never answered me and I didn't want to force them. I just assumed when you needed to reschedule that the mayor's health was what was bothering them."

"How did they seem after they told you we got married?" Regina asked.

"They weren't overjoyed, but it could have been that they were tired. I wouldn't worry. I mean, they talk about mama all the time. I'm sure they feel the same about you, Emma. They're probably just more protective of Regina." The teacher noticed the mood had changed. "What's wrong?"

Emma sighed, "they call me 'mama' and Regina 'mom'."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't know and the mayor seemed so upset. I was just trying to help."

"It's okay," Emma gave the teacher a small smile.

"Well, I hope it's okay with you both, but I gave the boys a storybook I had as a child. I figured it could possibly give them more hope."

"I saw it the other day," Emma said, "it's beautiful. Thank you for doing that for them."

"Of course," the teacher said.

Emma excused herself and stepped out to take a phone call. "Well, I'll let you get to lunch," Regina said. She began to stand up but knew it was a bad idea. The mayor felt unsteady. She sat back down before trying again.

The teacher noticed the mayor having trouble, "would you like a hand?"

It irritated Regina to no end when Mary Margaret would pity her. "Thank you, but I can wait for Emma if I need to."

The teacher walked over to the mayor anyway, "here," she held out a hand and Regina reluctantly took it. Regina grabbed onto Mary Margaret with her other hand once she was on her feet.

Emma walked back in and saw the two, "honey, are you alright?"

Regina was having trouble speaking so Mary Margaret answered, "she had a little trouble standing. I think she may have become dizzy once she was on her feet."

"Thank you for helping her," Emma said.

"Sure," the teacher grabbed her lunch and left to give the two privacy.

"Are you alright?"

"Don't let go," Regina choked out.

Emma helped her wife to the car and drove them home. She carried Regina inside and sat her on the couch before running upstairs to get her wife's cane. Emma grabbed a glass of water before sitting down, "is this the pregnancy or..."

"The dizziness is the pregnancy."

"The boys love you."

"If that were true, you wouldn't have felt the need to tell me that."

Emma left for a moment and brought the storybook back, "this is the book."

Regina looked through the book and began to cry, "I'm so sorry," she said.

"I know, but they don't. The boys believe every story happened. I mean, the baby blanket really didn't help."

"What did you tell them?"

"They're just stories."

"Maybe you should tell them? They may not be angry with me if they know I told you."

"Well, right now, I'm just worried about taking care of my wife."

"You know that our marriage won't be legal once the curse is broken?"

"I guess we'll just have to do it again."

"I doubt your parents will be happy with that."

"I've known you a lot longer. I've built a family and a home with you."

"You weren't there to witness or feel just how evil I am."

"You're not evil. Cora ruined your life."

"Yes, but I didn't do anything to improve it. Even after I banished her."

"Regina, I'm not leaving you. This is it. We're in this together for the long haul." Emma noticed her wife beginning to cry, "hey, it's going to be okay." The sheriff took Regina in her arms to comfort her. Emma wanted to make her wife feel better, but she wasn't so sure that things wouldn't get worse.