Henry opened the mansion door carefully and tiptoed into his room, trying to be unnoticed. He failed: Regina came out of the kitchen, glass in hand.
— Henry Daniel Mills, — she called him, — where are you going? What about dinner?
The boy sighed and turned around.
— Mom, I don't want it, thanks.
— You are late, — Regina noticed. — Where have you been?
— I met grandpa, — the boy said irritably. — So what, now I can't even step out of your mansion?
— Henry. Why are you talking to your mother like that? Go to your room.
— I, in fact, was going to,— the boy shrugged his shoulders. — I don't really want to see you like that. And Emma wouldn't like the way you look!
— Way I look?! — Regina smashed her glass against the wall. — She just... I... Jesus!
Regina suddenly sobbed and fell to her knees. She covered her face with her hands and began to cry. Henry rushed to his mother and hugged her. This was the first time in three months that he had lived with her.
— Mom, what happened? I'm with you, — he, too, was on his knees, pressed her to him and stroked her head. — Mom, why are you so upset?
— Have you seen her? — Regina raised her tear-stained face to her son. — How is she?
— Good. Says, it seems like the girl should be born.
— Girl. Daughter… — Regina got up off the floor and wiped her eyes. — Honey, let's go to the table, I'll put myself in order now and we'll have dinner together. Okay?
— Yeah, — the boy nodded. — Maybe we can order pizza?
— Why not. Give me a few minutes, — Regina smiled and disappeared into the bathroom.
Henry exhaled happily: his mother was clearly starting to recover.
After another three months. Maternity hospital.
Emma was lying on the bed and holding her newborn daughter in her arms. Emma looked into her little eyes, and tears of happiness ran down her cheeks. David peered into the room.
— Hello, — he said smiling. — May I?
— Dad! — Emma exclaimed. — Of course!
— I'm not alone, — he smiled even wider. Mary Margaret and Henry peeked out from behind him.
— Come in! — the blonde smiled. — Henry, look at your little sister.
Henry stepped closer. Behind him, David stood with his hands on his shoulders, while Mary Margaret sat down on Emma's bed.
— How are you, honey? — She asked, noticing the lines of tears on her daughter's face.
— Everything is great, — Emma answered. — Henry, would you like to hold her?
Henry shook his head, but Mary Margaret held out her hands.
— Give me my granddaughter, — she said.
A nurse looked into the room.
— Hey, what's the crowd here? Well, everyone, get out! Miss Swan needs to rest.
— Just a couple more minutes, — asked Emma. — I need to talk to my son.
— Okay. The rest are on the way out, — the nurse agreed. — Did you feed the child?
Emma nodded, the nurse took the baby from her and left. David and Mary Margaret followed, and Henry walked over to the bed. Emma took his hands in hers.
— How are you? How is Regina? — She asked.
— I am ok. Mom too, she doesn't drink at all. For three months now.
— Henry, I really miss her, — Emma sighed. — Do what you want, but bring her to the hospital, I have to talk to her. It is important.
— I'll try, but… you know how stubborn she is, — answered the boy.
— It's true, — Emma smiled sadly.
The next day, a joyful Killian Jones rushed into the room, smelling of alcohol. Emma had just fed her daughter and was holding her in her arms. Mary Margaret was sitting in an armchair in the room.
— Emma! — He exclaimed. — As I found out, I came right away!
— Killian? — Emma's voice was as cold as an iceberg. — What are you doing here?
— My daughter was born, I want to see her... — Killian answered, slightly perplexed.
— Oh, — Emma said, — yours too? Congratulations. Why are you here then?
— Wait, what? — The pirate nodded at the child in Emma's arms. — Here she is, my daughter.
— She isnot your daughter, — Emma answered and smiled at her child.
— What? — Killian, taken aback, looked at Mary Margaret.
— Repeating specially for pirates, — Emma looked at him point-blank, — who abuse alcohol, I repeat: this. is. not. your. daughter. So I ask once again: what are you doing here?
— What do you mean "not mine"? — Killian chuckled. — Whose is it then?
— And this is absolutely none of your business, — Emma smiled at him.
Killian looked at Mary Margaret again for support, he was clearly discouraged. She got up and led him out of the room.
— What is it with her? — The pirate asked. — What's with your daughter? Postpartum depression? Or what is it called?
— I don't think so, — Snow White answered. — And I think it's better if you leave.
— What? — The pirate was indignant.
— Killian, if she says that the child is not yours, then it is not yours. So, you really have nothing to do here.
— But I love her! — He said. — I'm even ready to marry her!
— But she doesn't love you, and the wedding has nothing to do with it. Deal with it, — Mary Margaret answered.
Killian exhaled, clenched his jaw, but turned and left.
Regina, newspaper in one hand, pushed open the door with the other and entered. She looked through the press and slowly walked up the hall. Mayor went to the kitchen and out of the corner of the eye noticed that there was someone there.
— Henry... — She started and looked up, but it wasn't Henry. — Miss Swan, what an unpleasant surprise. What are you doing here? And how did you get in? Broke the lock?
— Henry let me in, — Emma said, completely ignoring Regina's tone. — I came to talk to you. You never came to the hospital.
— What for? — Regina pursed her lips.
— To look at her, — Emma handed Regina a phone with a photograph of her daughter. — Look.
— Do I look like a one-handed pirate with a pistol to you? — Regina grunted. — Why don't you show the child to the father?
— I am showing it to the father, — answered Emma. — Look at her. Carefully.
Regina gave Emma a puzzled look and picked up the phone. She looked at the photo, but found nothing unusual, just an ordinary baby.
— Tell me what color her eyes are? — Emma asked.
— Brown, — answered Regina and returned the phone, — so what?
— She has your eyes, — Swan replied and put the phone in her pocket. — You are her "father".
— Miss Swan, — brunette said with a laugh. — Oh, your theories...
— This is not a theory. Listen, — Emma held out her hand, — brown eye color is considered dominant and is inherited if one of the parents has brown eyes. My eyes are green, Killian's are blue. Why are my daughter's brown?
— I don't know, — Regina shrugged, — by grandfathers or grandmothers...
— My father has blue, my mother has green, — Emma snapped. — Okay, our son, Henry.
— And what about Henry? — Regina perked up. — He has brown ones.
— Right, — answered Emma. — Neal had brown. Neal's mother had blue, Gold has brown.
— So what? — Regina said. — It doesn't prove anything yet.
— Okay… — Emma sighed and, closing her eyes for a second, said clearly. — Hotel.
— What "hotel"? — Regina rolled her eyes.
— Remember when we were searching for Henry, stayed at the hotel? You were still a man then. We got very drunk, remember?
— And? — Regina asked impatiently. — We kissed.
— We had sex, — Emma answered and looked directly into Regina's eyes, expecting a reaction.
— We… what? — Regina opened her mouth, processing the information.
— But there was a possibility that her father was Killian. After that party, waking up with Hook in the same bed, I assumed that we could have slept with him. And when I found out about pregnancy, I realized: one of the two of you.
— That's why you said "if suddenly he is the father"? — Mills guessed.
— But there was nothing. My father just brought him to us, because he didn't know where to put him, and put him next to me. I found out later about this. There was only one option then, and when I looked into the daughter's eyes, the last doubts disappeared.
— So she's… — Regina slowly realized it.
— Your daughter. Our daughter, — Emma walked over to Regina and looked into her eyes. — What should I do to make you understand at last? You are my destiny, Regina Mills. I love you.
Regina brought her lips to Emma's ear and whispered hotly, "Fuck me."
Emma grinned wryly and literally dug her lips into Regina's. She moved her hands over her shoulders, to waist and down, squeezed her buttocks with force. Regina exhaled with a slight groan. Swan sat her down on the table, and mayor wrapped her legs around her and reached under her jacket. She put her hand on her chest and, squeezing slightly, suddenly pulled away.
— Emma… — she looked down at her hand and then pushed back the half of her jacket and noticed a stain spreading across her lover's shirt where she squeezed. — What is it?!
— It's milk. Breast milk, — Emma bit her lower lip to keep herself from laughing. — Want to try?
— Try?! — Regina furrowed her brows in bewilderment. — You want me to…
— Yeah, — cheerful devils danced in the sheriff's eyes. — With a tongue.
And she began to unbutton her shirt. Regina suddenly smirked, guessing what Emma wanted.
Henry entered the kitchen and Regina was the first one to see him. She jumped off the table, and Emma, turning her back, immediately closed her jacket.
— Henry, son, — Regina walked over to her son and as usual took his chin. — You better take a walk somewhere... For a couple of hours.
— You two figured it out? — The boy literally shone with happiness, looking at one mother, then at another.
— You can say so, — Regina turned to Emma, smiling.
— Henry, you would want to go to your grandmother and grandfather, they didn't see you for a long time, they miss you. And visit Hope at the same time.
— See who? — Regina arched an eyebrow.
— Hope, — Swan went to them, and her jacket was tightly closed with a zipper to the very chin. — That's what I called our daughter.
— Yeah... — said the boy, looking at the mothers and seeing how they look at each other, — I'll go to see them.
Emma stretched blissfully on the wide bed and, finding emptiness next to her, instantly opened her eyes.
— Regina! — She said and sat on the bed. The room was empty.
Emma put on her pajamas and went downstairs. She went into the kitchen and smiled at the picture she saw: the refrigerator was open, and her lover's arse was protruding from the door, framed in a lilac silk robe.
— What are you looking for there? — Asked Emma and came closer.
— Oh, — Regina looked out from behind the door and kissed Emma on the lips. — you scared me. Got hungry, but feeling too lazy to heat up the food, so looking for something to eat. Oh, cheese. Want some?
— Ew, — Emma answered and put her hands on Regina's waist. — I hate cheese.
— And what do you like? — Regina slammed the door shut and put her hands on Emma's shoulders.
— Well... — blonde's hands went down and froze on Mills' buttocks. — Many things.
— Babe, — Regina stroked Emma's cheek, — I thought, maybe both of you will move in to me?
— "Both of you"? — Emma asked, bringing her lips to Regina's.
— You and Hope. Henry already lives with me. I want all of us to live together.
— And I want… — Emma cut the last millimeters between them and kissed Regina. Regina responded to the kiss and then pushed Emma away from her slightly.
— I know what you want, — she smiled. — Let's finish our marathon for today. I'm telling you serious things. And anyway, I want to see my daughter.
— Now? - Emma looked at Regina in surprise. — My love. It's two o'clock in the morning.
In the morning, Emma and Regina appeared at Emma's doorstep together. Mary Margaret opened the door, she noticed that they were holding hands like teenagers, but she said nothing.
— Hi, Snow, — Regina said as she entered. — Tell me where Hope is?
— She's there, — Mary Margaret waved to the door of the room and looked expressively at her daughter.
— You go and we will chat, — Emma left a light kiss on Regina's lips.
Mayor grinned at Snow's reaction and went to her daughter's room.
— I suppose you and Regina are doing well? — Mary Margaret asked her daughter. — You figured it out?
— Yes, — Emma smiled happily, — right up to two in the morning we were figuring out.
— Emma, — Mary Margaret closed her eyes, — spare me the details, please.
Regina entered the room and walked over to the bed where the girl was laying. Seeing her, Hope buzzed and let out a small stream of drool. Regina smiled.
— I think that means you're glad to see me, Hope, — Regina took the girl in her arms.
The girl gave another thud and put her finger in her mouth. Mills looked into her eyes. They were brown. The woman smiled, but suddenly she noticed something strange: the baby's eyes changed color for a few seconds and became lilac. Regina widened her eyes and opened her mouth.
— Hope! — She said and kissed the child on the forehead. — My girl.
— Of course, yours, — said Emma, she stood in the doorway and watched them, — I told you about it yesterday.
— Did you know? — Regina held the baby close to her. — That she can do that?
— Can do what? — Emma smiled. — She is a week old.
— This, — the brunette walked over to Emma and looked at her daughter. — Hope, show our mom one more time what you can.
Hope, as if hearing, changed her eye color again for a few seconds.
— Wow! — Emma looked at Regina, stunned. — Does she... has magic too?
— From birth! — Regina smiled and kissed Emma.
— Oh my God, another magician in the family! I can't stand it.
Regina put the baby in the crib and walked back to Swan and hugged her.
— Honey, why are you scared? This is great.
— I just hope she doesn't throw fireballs when she doesn't like the taste of semolina pudding, — she put her hands on Mills' shoulders, — or something like that.
Regina laughed and kissed Emma again. Henry entered the room.
— Henry, it's so good that you are here, — said the sheriff. — Help me get ready, your sister and I are moving to you. To the mansion.
— Cool! - Said the boy. — When is your wedding?
— Um... — Regina looked at Emma. — Really though, when?
— First: moving in, — said Emma, — then everything else. The valid thing is that we are all together.
And she hugged them both, while from the crib, confirming her words, there was Hope's whoop.