"I'm home!" Emma called as she closed the door behind her. Yep, she was home. And very satisfied with it. The event she had just been photographing at, had dragged out, and now it was way past dinner time. Her stomach was growling. It had been tempting to swing by a McDonald's on her way home, but she had continuously reminded herself that it would be much nicer to eat something with Regina when coming home.

"Oh hi, honey." Her mother came into the hallway. She was wearing her coat and her white beret. Looking very much like she was about to head out. "How was work?"

"Long," Emma replied and wrinkled her nose. "Where are you off to?"

"Your father and I are having dinner at Tony's tonight." Her mom looked quite happy at the thought.

"Sounds great." Emma's stomach growled. She was getting hungry too. "And where's Regina?"

"She's upstairs taking a nap."

That sounded sensible, but… "Did she just get home?" Emma frowned.

"Yes, honey," her mom said, voice patient but rolling her eyes, nonetheless. "She came home around twenty minutes ago."

"Her shift started at ten. She has been on her feet for-"

"Emma." Her mother cupped her cheeks in that particular way she always did when she was trying to get through to Emma. "Need I remind you that Regina is an adult? She isn't sick, nor is she particularly fragile. She's pregnant. And-"

"I've got to chill, don't I?" Emma said sheepishly.

"You do." Her mom chuckled fondly and squeezed her cheeks lightly, making Emma cringe and go 'mooom'.

"Regina knows her limits, sweetie." Her mom continued. "Have a little faith in her, alright?"

"Got it. Please let go of me."

Her mom laughed and shamelessly squeezed her cheeks one more before letting go.

"Are you ready to go, Mary Margaret?" Emma's dad came into the hallway. "Oh hey, kiddo."

"Hi, dad. I heard you and mom are escaping."

"Yes, we are," he cheerfully confirmed. "We're all about getting away from you, kiddo."

"That is absolute nonsense," her mother huffed, elbowing her husband in the ribs. "We just felt like going out, that's all. And it might also be beneficial for you and Regina."

"Meaning what?" Emma lifted an eyebrow.

"Well, the kitchen is yours. Cook her something nice."

It sounded like an order, but it was one that Emma was more than happy to obey. She was definitely going to cook for Regina tonight. Something nice. Lately, Regina had been all about spices, so maybe paella? She could always replace the seafood with chicken. It wouldn't ruin the dish.

She waved her parents off, and once they had closed the door behind them, Emma took off her shoes and wiggled out of her coat. Rubbed her fingers slightly in an attempt to get some warmth back in them. It was an exceptionally cold day today. It was nice to be back inside. She suspected that the heater in her faithful little Bug was busted. She would have to call Billy the mechanic and ask if he could take a look at the Bug. Emma hoped that nothing serious was wrong with her car. Spending money on getting the car fixed, was not ideal when planning to move to California.

She went into the kitchen and checked the fridge. Luckily enough, they had all the ingredients for paella. Perfect. Emma moved her phone from her pocket and checked the time. It still was a little bit early to start dinner, so she decided to sneak upstairs to check on Regina. Just check on her. Not bother or wake her.

She quietly walked up the stairs and down the hallway. The door to her childhood bedroom was pushed ajar, so all Emma needed to do, was poke her head through the opening. What she saw made her smile and silently go 'aww'.

Regina was fast asleep, curled around the new pregnancy pillow Emma's parents had given her at the baby shower. Her right leg was bend and her belly was resting on the pillow. It looked to be a real winner.

Emma noted that Regina's left ankle was propped up on a pillow too. Perhaps her ankle was swollen. Emma would offer her massage-skills later if Regina needed it.

For now, she decided to let Regina sleep, though. There was no reason to bother her. She was probably wiped out after her shift, and the best Emma could do right now, was surprise Regina with an awesome dinner when she woke up.

So Emma quietly crept down the stairs and into the kitchen again. Her stomach growled, and even though it might have been just a little bit too early, she decided to start dinner anyways. She was hungry. And she could always count on Regina's appetite to manifest when needed.

"Alright, let's do this thing," she said briskly to herself, opening the fridge and finding the ingredients she needed. Chicken. Onions. Rice. Tomatoes. Parsley. And of course olive oil. She started out by chopping some tomatoes. Then heating up some oil that in a large frying pan. Whistled to herself as she added onions. She had to let it soften for five minutes. Then she could add paprika, thyme and rice. It would be awesome. Her stomach growled in approval. "You need to chill," she told her stomach and chuckled. Her appetite was impressive today. Was this how Regina always felt these days? Constantly hungry?

She grinned a bit. Sniffed. The onion's were starting to smell amazing already.

Emma was just in the process of seasoning the food when there was a creak on the staircase. She turned her head and saw Regina come down the stairs, looking absolutely exquisite in her baggy sweatshirt and a pair of soft grey leggings. Her hair was tied back in a low, slightly messy ponytail. She looked perfect.

"Hola," Emma hummed.

"Hola," Regina echoed. "Algo huele increíble."

"I'm making paella," Emma revealed.

"You are? Querida, I think I love you."

"You think you love me?" Emma turned around with a wooden spoon raised above her head. "You better be sure, beautiful girl…"

"Or else you're going to whack me with that spoon?" Regina asked innocently and tilted her head. "And where, pray tell, would you smack me with it, mi amor?"

"Someone's in a good mood," Emma laughed. She turned back to the food and dipped the wooden spoon into the pot. "Here, taste." She held out the now food-filled spoon towards Regina.

Regina closed her lips around the spoon. She swallowed the mouthful down and hummed. "Mmm. Muy bien."

"Sí?"

"Sí," Regina confirmed. "I'm sure my dad would hire you if you asked."

Emma laughed. "Good to know, but I think I'll stick to photography for the time being."

"Well, you are pretty good at that too," Regina teased. Then she let out a yawn and stretched her arms high above her head.

"Good shift?" Emma asked as she replaced the used spoon with another.

"Sí, I worked with Ruby today. She's so much fun to be around."

"Yeah, she is," Emma agreed. "Granny wasn't too hard on you, was she?"

"Not at all. She only barks at me if I don't sit down every twenty minutes."

"God bless Granny," Emma said and sniffed into the pot. Yep, the food smelled amazing.

"So, what happened to your parents? I could have sworn they were here when I went upstairs…"

"They were. But they went out for dinner. We're on our own tonight."

"Oh, I see. Well, that's not too bad either."

"Nope, it sure isn't. It's been a while since we've been our own." Emma stirred the food and covered it with a lid. Now it had to simmer for five minutes until the rice was tender. Then she only needed to squeeze over the lemon juice, scatter the parsley, and boom, dinner…

"Oh my god," Regina said a little bit later. "That was delicious!"

"I'm glad you liked it," Emma smiled and took a sip of her water. Dinner had been a massive success. She was actually pretty good at making paella. Not as good as Regina, but still.

"So much better than the food I was dreaming about."

"You were dreaming about food?" Emma asked amusedly. That was pretty funny.

"Sí. And then I dreamed that I gave birth to a marshmallow that was upside down."

"Oh." Emma cringed. She knew exactly where that was coming from. Tomorrow, Regina was having another ultrasound. Completely routine and a part of being pregnant, but they were both hoping that Blueberry would have turned around when they saw him (or her) on the screen again. Regina certainly had done everything in her power to make the little one turn around. She had lain in that funny position for more than twenty minutes every day. She had done yoga and gentle exercises. Had even tried reasoning with the little one. Emma had listened in on that particular conversation, and it had been incredibly sweet. The way Regina had spoken to their baby had almost turned Emma into a mess. She wasn't sure how she was going to cope when the baby was actually here.

"I'm sure everything will go well tomorrow, beautiful girl," she said to Regina, smiling reassuringly. "He'll have turned around. I can feel it."

"I wish I could too," Regina half-joked. "I keep checking for signs that he has turned, it's so silly. I know I won't be able to feel it."

Emma reached across the table and covered Regina's hand with her own. "It'll be okay, Regina. I know it will."

"I'll trust that then," Regina chuckled.

"You better," Emma tossed a teasing wink at her. She hated when Regina worried. She desperately hoped that the baby had turned around. Otherwise Regina would keep worrying about it. She would think about it constantly until the next ultrasound.

"Do you want some dessert?" Emma offered. "I'm pretty sure there's some ice cream in the fridge."

"No thanks, I'm full." Regina rubbed her stomach for emphasis.

"Alright. I'll clear the table, then."

"We will clear the table," Regina corrected, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Okay," Emma said lightly, remembering her mom's warning about not coddling Regina. She was right. Regina knew her own limits.

They cleared the table together. Emma ended up getting the giggles because Regina's baby bump poked her when she tried to maneuver around Regina.

"The road is blocked," Regina joked. "Find a different way."

"Roger that," Emma laughed. And of course took the opportunity to plant a kiss on Regina's belly. Just because she could.

Once they had cleared the table, they headed into the living room where they settled down on the couch. Regina planted her feet in Emma's lap and Emma took the opportunity to gently rub Regina's swollen ankles.

Regina gave a hiss and squirmed slightly.

"Am I pressing too hard?"

"No. It feels nice. My ankles are just so swollen these days."

"All part of being pregnant."

"Sí." Regina drew in a breath. "And so is feeling winded, apparently. My lungs feels totally crowded. Haven't I just been pregnant for ages?"

"It's definitely been a while," Emma agreed and chuckled softly. "But we're in the homestretch now."

"Which feels surreal too. I mean, can you actually believe that we'll be sitting with a baby soon?"

"Nope. I absolutely cannot," Emma said truthfully. Obviously, she was beyond excited for baby Henry or Elena's arrival, and she was excited to become a mother, but at the same time, she couldn't quite believe it either. It was still surreal.

She probably wouldn't be able to wrap her head around it until the baby was here.

Regina sighed and snuggled closer to Emma.

Emma halfway expected Regina to rest her head against her shoulder. She often did that at night, but not on this particular night. Instead Emma was delighted and surprised to feel Regina's lips press against the side of her neck.

"Mmm," she hummed. "That feels nice."

Regina kissed her neck again.

"That too."

A hand was planted on her outer thigh. Emma let out another satisfied hum when Regina started rubbing small circles on her thigh. Combined with Regina's lips on her neck, it felt completely amazing.

Regina mouthed her way to Emma's lips and kissed her. First a little peck. Then more deeply. Emma eagerly responded to the kiss. She had not expected it, but she definitely wasn't upset about it either. She turned her upper body and wrapped her arms around Regina's waist. Well, as best as she could, anyway. It was fairly tricky to grab all of Regina these days. There was so gloriously much of her.

Regina shuffled forward, shifted and suddenly she was very much in Emma's lap. Another thing Emma definitely did not mind.

"Well… hello there," she grinned.

"Hi," said Regina and gave a teasing smile. "I'm not too heavy, am I?"

"Definitely not. I'm happy to see you."

"Good." Regina did not waste time on talking tonight. Instead she kissed Emma again.

Emma wrapped her arms around Regina again and deepened the kiss. Oh, this was exceptionally nice! Not at all what she had expected from tonight, but oh, how good it was.

Regina shifted a bit on her lap. No, not shifted. Squirmed was probably the most accurate description of what she was currently doing.

Emma skimmed her fingers up and down Regina's back, then pressed a hand flatly against it as they kissed. Regina was very enthusiastic tonight. Very enthusiastic indeed. She was quite literally pulling kiss after kiss from Emma's lips, tracing her lips with the tip of her tongue, then slipping inside and deepening the kiss.

Emma taken back to her first trip to Madrid. She was pretty sure that Regina had ended up in her lap at some point during that trip. Many, many times.

After a moment, Regina pulled back and drew in a breath. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Someone's in a good mood tonight." Emma bared her teeth in a grin and gave Regina's hips a little squeeze.

"I was just thinking…" Regina fluttered her long lashes at her in a way that was ridiculously seductive. And cute. "We're home alone…"

"Yes?" Emma couldn't wait to hear where this was going.

"And it has been a while since we last…" Regina's voice dropped an octave. "You know."

"Oh, I know," Emma smirked. "I definitely know, beautiful girl."

"¿Estás en el mod?"

"Yes," Emma hummed. "I am definitely in the mood." She was so much in the mood she could have peeled off Regina's clothes and done delightful thing to her right here on this couch.

But she remembered her manners. Regina was a lady. Regina deserved better than a couch. And besides, this was the living room. Not an ideal place to do this.

"Are you zoning out, mi amor?"

"Nope," Emma said swiftly and patted Regina's leg. "Let's go upstairs."

The grin Regina gave her in response made Emma wish that she'd had a camera right now. The look on Regina's face was one of pure delight and anticipation. And impatience.

Emma was impatient too. So impatient that she when Regina had scrambled off her lap, picked her girlfriend up bridal style.

Regina gave a squeal in response. "¡Querida! ¿Qué estás haciendo?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Emma laughed at her. "I'm carrying you to bed."

"But I'm too heavy!" Regina protested, but nevertheless tightened her grip around Emma's neck. Clearly indicating that she wasn't going anywhere.

"You're not," Emma brushed her off. "You are as light as a feather, beautiful girl."

"¡Eso es una mentira, y las dos lo sabemos!"

"It is not a lie." Emma shushed her with another kiss, and then she carried her up the stairs.

Upstairs in the bedroom, she sat Regina on her feet and gave her another kiss. Then she lowered her hands to the hem of Regina's sweatshirt. She was somewhat desperate to get Regina shirtless. She told Regina this, and Regina gave a sweet, pearly laughter in response. And a: "by all means, go ahead, querida."

Emma immediately peeled the sweatshirt off of Regina's body. She made Regina laugh when she threw the shirt over her shoulder. It landed somewhere on the bedroom floor. Emma had no idea where. She wasn't planning on checking.

"Look at you," she purred, admiring the sight of Regina in her maroon colored bra. She looked so fucking hot. She was a vision. A goddess. All soft smoothness and beautiful curves. She was the most beautiful thing Emma ever had seen.

"I had no idea that maternity bras could be sexy," Regina sniggered.

"Honestly, me neither. But then again, you could make anything look sexy."

"You flatter me, querida."

"Just telling the truth, beautiful girl."

"Less talking, more undressing." Regina proved effective she was as she started unbuttoning the crisp white blouse Emma had worn for the photo event. She hadn't gotten to changing out of it. Yet.

Now Regina unbuttoned it and slid the blouse down Emma's shoulders.

Emma shivered slightly. It felt like it had been ages since Regina last had undressed her.

"Ahí." Regina said softly. As opposite to Emma, she elegantly tossed Emma's blouse, causing it to land on the office chair in the room.

"Come here." Emma didn't wait for an answer. Just wrapped her arms around Regina and pulled her in for another kiss.

Regina eagerly returned the kiss and stood on her tippy toes so she could wrap her arms around Emma's neck.

Emma wanted to touch Regina everywhere at once. Literally. The particular hunger she had for Regina had been awakened, and now she was desperate to be sated. And also desperate to get Regina naked right now, damnit! She slid a hand down and found the strings in Regina's soft sweatpants. Undid them and tugged the pants down.

"Oooh," Regina cooed. "Couldn't wait, could you?"

"Nope," Emma said simply. "I literally could not. You are just too fucking tempting."

"Entonces, ¿sigues pensando que soy sexy?"

"You," Emma reached behind Regina and started fidgeting with the clasp in her bra. "Will always be the sexiest woman on earth." She accentuated the statement by undoing Regina's bra and letting it fall to the floor. She swallowed thickly. Regina's breasts had grown significantly. Her bosom had been fairly generous before, but now it was just… Holy shit, Emma could barely think.

Regina looked down at her breasts, and Emma saw her suck in her bottom lip. Knowing immediately what Regina was thinking about, Emma planted a sweet, quick kiss on Regina's lips and assured: "it doesn't matter if you have a leak. I don't care."

Regina mumbled something about it being embarrassing, but Emma took her in her arms and kissed her again. Kissed away her concerns and hesitation. It didn't take long before Regina's arms winded around her neck once more. She was completely surrendering, and Emma hooked her arms under Regina's thighs and picked her up once more. She carried her over to the bed and gently sat her down. Knelt before her and kissed her neck. The front of her chest. The corner of her mouth.

Regina groaned. "Take off your clothes. Come here."

Emma laughed. "What's it gonna be first, beautiful girl? Come or take off my clothes?"

Regina considered it for a second. Then decided: "I want to take off your clothes. Stand up."

At first, Emma was a bit confused at the request, but once she had risen to her full height, she understood why Regina had asked her. When she was standing up, Regina could reach the button in her black jeans from her sitting position on the bed.

"Very clever," she complimented and shuddered a bit as Regina unzipped the jeans and started pushing them down her legs.

"lo sé," Regina sniggered. "I'm trying to be sexy and comfortable at the same time."

"Is it working? I mean, the sexy part is definitely working out, duhh, but are you comfortable?" It didn't matter what situation they were in, Emma wanted Regina to be comfortable at all times.

"I am very comfortable," Regina assured and smirked. "But I would be even more comfortable if you could step out of those pants…"

Naturally, Emma did so immediately, and as soon as she had kicked the pants off, Regina urged her closer.

Emma stepped closer and gulped when Regina put her soft hands on her hips. Drew her closer. Then kissed a spot just above her hip. Emma could barely breathe…

Soon they were laying on the not-very-big-bed. There was barely room for the two of them, but they still made it work. Oh, how they made it work!

The rest of their clothes had ended up in an unruly pile at the foot of Emma's bed. None of them had cared where it ended up.

Regina was currently laying on her side. Emma was behind her, spooning her, lips on her neck and fingers between Regina's beautiful thighs.

Regina was moaning and gripping at the back of Emma's neck. Telling Emma how wonderful it felt. How close she was.

"Then come for me, beautiful girl," Emma rasped in her ear. "Come for me!" she pumped her fingers just the littlest bit harder and faster.

Regina fell apart with a soft cry of ecstasy. Emma's fingers got coated in her sweet juices and Emma groaned in delight. It had been far too long since they were intimate.

"¡Oh Dios mío!" Regina breathed. "Querida, that was…" she seemingly ran out of words and let out a long breath.

Emma snickered and planted a kiss on the side of Regina's neck. "For me, too, babe. For me too."

"We have to do this more often."

"Agreed," Emma said firmly. "Every night."

"Is that a promise or a threat?" Regina didn't wait for an answer. She just rolled onto her other side and kissed Emma fiercely.

Emma buried her fingers in Regina's soft tresses and moaned when she felt Regina's fingers slide in between her thighs. She was wet, of course she was. Had been since they started kissing in the living room.

"Somebody likes that." Somehow, Regina managed to sound sassy and innocent at the same time. But the fingers stroking her clit was definitely not innocent. Far from it.

Regina captured her lips in another kiss, swallowing Emma's moans as they poured from her. Emma shuddered and clutched at Regina. Her body was aflame. They had spent so much time kissing and touching, it didn't take long before Emma's body arched forward, and she unraveled for Regina with a strangled cry.

Regina smirked as she moved her fingers away from Emma's clit.

"Holy fuck," Emma groaned. "Yeah, we're definitely doing this every night!"

Regina laughed, and the throaty sound made it seem like she was much older than her sparkling twenty years. "Eres tan sexy."

"You are so sexy. Come here!" Emma gripped the back of her neck and tried to pull her in for a kiss.

But Regina clearly had other plans. She slithered out of Emma's grasp with a teasing "No", and then proceeded to wiggle down the bed.

"What're you doing?" Emma half-slurred. She was still a bit gooey after the orgasm she'd just had.

"Guess," Regina teased as she elegantly positioned herself between Emma's parted legs.

Emma's heart started pounding and pounding in her chest. If there was something she loved, it was this. But she was determined not to be selfish or anything, so she asked: "Will that be comfortable for you?"

"Sí." Regina bared her teeth in a cheeky grin. "It will be most comfortable."

"You know what I mean," Emma insisted, determined not to get distracted.

"It will be fine," Regina assured. "Just relax, mi amor. Switch off your brain."

"You said that the first time we slept together," Emma fondly recalled. She only had happy memories of that night.

"That's right. And you did, didn't you?"

"Mmm, I did."

"Do it again, then," Regina half-joked. "Relájese. And close your eyes."

Emma relaxed. But she did not close her eyes. No way she was going to close her eyes when Regina was in this position. That was a sight too good to miss out on.

Regina's lips were on her right inner thigh now. Emma's breathing sped up. She squirmed and buried her fingers in Regina's soft tresses. She bit her lip as Regina's mouth slowly, so slowly neared its goal.

"Regina," Emma groaned, fingers stretching then curling in Regina's hair.

Obviously, Regina did not answer, but her actions spoke louder than words could. The tip of her tongue brushed against Emma's clit.

Emma drew in a sharp breath and arched her back, angling her hips to give Regina best possible access to her. God, it had been entirely too long since they had done this! She tugged at Regina's hair, only to apologize for it a moment later.

Regina's only reaction was to flick her clit with the tip of her tongue again.

Emma moaned sharply. "More! I need m-more!"

She was richly rewarded in the most delicious way possible. It had her crying out and writhing on the bed. Regina's hands were on her thighs now. Fingers grasping and spreading her legs further. Emma felt dizzy and delirious and completely ecstatic.

"Keep g-going!" she breathed. "It feels so fucking good!"

Two fingers joined the party Regina currently was throwing between her thighs, and Emma let out a yelp at the stimulation. She hadn't expected her night to end like this, but she was not one for complaining. Nope, she literally had nothing to complain about right now…

They were both exceptionally perky and upbeat the next day. Regina's back was a little sore from their bedroom activities, but apart from that, she was absolutely fine. She hadn't been straining too much the previous night.

But there was a big surprise, though. Emma saw it as soon as Regina joined her in the kitchen. Regina's belly had dropped. Before, it had been sitting fairly high, but now it was sitting quite low, pulling out Regina's shirt at the chest.

"Oh my god!" Emma half-screeched when she spotted the difference. "Look at that! Oh my god, things just became like, a million times more real!"

Regina took a deep breath. A smile spread on her lips. "I can breathe again! My lungs are not crowded anymore. Oh, this is so much better!"

"Wait…" Emma frowned and had no idea whether she should feel proud or weird about it. "Do you think this happened because-"

"No," Regina interrupted and laughed. "It's just a coincidence, querida."

"Are you sure?" Emma wasn't. It felt like quite the coincidence.

"Emma, the baby didn't drop because we had sex," Regina chuckled as she opened the fridge and reached for the can of orange juice.

Emma still wasn't entirely convinced, but she abandoned the subject in favor of something much more important. Breakfast. She was extremely hungry, and so was Regina.

They ate breakfast alone. Emma's parents were still asleep. Emma kind of wished she was too, it was still early, but sleeping in was out of the question. She and Regina were going to the doctor's. Regina had another ultrasound appointment, but today it would just be the two of them. Regina had requested that. She wanted it to be just the two of them in case the baby was still turning the wrong way. She had excluded her father because she didn't want him to get stressed and worried if the baby still hadn't turned. Henry was not allowed to be under any type of pressure or stress because of his heart.

"More toast?" Emma offered.

"No, thank you. I'm not that hungry."

"Regina-"

"I'll eat more after the doctor's appointment," Regina assured. "When I feel calmer."

Emma reluctantly accepted that. "But then you'll eat lots, right?"

"Sí, mi amor. Then I'll eat lots," Regina vowed.

"Alright then. Drink more orange juices. Lots of vitamins."

Regina chuckled as she obediently reached for her glass of orange juice and took a sip.

Emma sipped her coffee and made smalltalk. Didn't want Regina to worry about the upcoming doctor's appointment…

On their way to the clinic, they stopped by Granny's Diner. The original plan was to head inside and say good morning to Regina's dad if they could see him in the restaurant, but rather than going inside, Regina lingered at the window and peered inside.

"Regina, what are you doing?" Emma asked, amused and puzzled at the odd behavior Regina was displaying right now.

"Shh!"

Frowning now, Emma followed Regina's gaze and looked inside the diner. Quickly spotted Henry. He was busy chatting with Granny.

"Are we spying on your dad?" she asked confused.

"Sí, we are a little bit."

Could pregnancy brain manifest in weird ways? "Okay…" Emma said slowly, gently humoring her girlfriend. "Why?"

"Look at that," Regina whispered, nodding towards the window once more.

Emma peered through the window yet again. She took a closer look at Regina's father as he chitchatted with Granny. Saw how much he smiled. How much Granny smiled. And leaned forward. And lightly put a hand on Henry's arm.

"Is Granny… flirting with your father?" Emma whispered.

"I think she might be," Regina snickered quietly. "And it looks like daddy is taken with her. Look."

Emma could easily see what Regina meant. Henry sure was smiling a lot. And looking very attentively at Granny every time she said something.

"Awww," Regina cooed. "Eso es tan dulce."

"I'm guessing you don't have a problem with it?" Emma murmured.

"Of course not, why would I?" Regina turned her attention away from the window and smiled softly. "I don't think daddy ever had a girlfriend after the divorce. He deserves some romance. Eugenia is a lovely woman. But I hope they'll tell me if they get serious. Should we get going?"

"Yeah, sure. You don't want to go in and say hi to your dad first?"

"No, no, I don't want to interrupt them. Let the romance flourish."

"You don't even know if they're flirting," Emma pointed out, sniggering slightly as she linked her arm with Regina's.

"Please," Regina scoffed. "Didn't you see the way they looked at each other? They were definitely flirting!"

Yes, it definitely had looked like it, Emma had to admit that. Henry and Granny. Granny and Henry. She hadn't seen it coming, but it definitely was cute. She found herself hoping that it would actually lead somewhere. Granny was delightful, and Regina's father was so sweet. They could be such a cute couple…

The doctor's office was practically deserted when they arrived. Only one more person in the waiting room. Regina was called in almost right away, and she and Emma were greeted by Doctor Whale who asked the usual questions. How Regina had been feeling, whether she had experienced any dizziness or headache.

"No, nothing," Regina answered. "I've been fine."

"Excellent. And have you been taking it easy?"

"Sí. Well, I'm working at a waitress, but it's not strenuous in anyway. I'm not allowed to carry anything too heavy, so that's alright, isn't it?"

"Of course." Doctor Whale smiled reassuringly. "That is completely fine. As long as you take care of yourself and take regular breaks."

"I do."

"Good. Then everything is alright. Shall we see how your blood pressure is doing now, or would you prefer to wait until after the ultrasound? Are you feeling nervous in anyway?"

"No," Regina said firmly. "If the baby hasn't turned, it doesn't mean that he won't. There's still time."

"Indeed there is," Doctor Whale confirmed as he wrapped the blood pressure cuff around Regina's left arm. He blew up the cuff.

Emma was a bit nervous, actually. She really hoped that Regina's blood pressure wasn't high.

After a moment, Doctor Whale told them the result and added: "that is perfect, Regina. Your blood pressure isn't elevated anymore. You have been taking care of yourself."

"Well done," Emma squeezed Regina's other hand. "I'll totally highfive you later!"

Regina mumbled something in Spanish. Something that rather sounded like she was asking for a kiss instead of a highfive.

Emma would have no problem with giving her that instead.

"Excellent." Doctor Whale removed the blood pressure cuff again. "Shall we see how baby is doing then?"

"Sí!"

"Yes!"

He smiled at their enthusiasm. "If you could just hop onto the couch, then."

Regina didn't 'hop' onto anything. She very gracefully climbed onto the couch and lifted her shirt. Then leaned back. And cringed. Most likely because she needed to pee again.

Doctor Whale rolled the screen over to the couch. Emma followed him and took Regina's hand. Smiled a bit when Regina went 'brr' at the cold gel being spread on her belly.

"I'll never get used to this. It's so cold."

"Yeah, I can see that." Emma was getting distracted by the goosebumps pebbling on Regina's belly. Regina had had goosebumps last night too, and-

"Well, Regina, I have good news," Doctor Whale announced, interrupted Emma's train of (dirty) thoughts. He was currently running an ultrasound wand across Regina's gel-slick belly. "The baby has turned around and the head is now facing downwards."

"Really?" Regina beamed as Emma stuck a fist in the air and exclaimed a loud: "Yes!"

"Really," Doctor Whale confirmed, smiling as he turned the screen and showed them.

Emma stared herself blind at the screen and grinned like a maniac at what she saw. Their little one- Elena or Henry- was indeed facing the right way now. It was still impossible to see the gender, but that was completely fine. The head was facing downwards. Thank god!

"So, no c-section?" Regina asked.

"It certainly doesn't look like it right now," Doctor Whale said. "But even if the baby turns again, he- or she- can still reposition once more."

"Let's assume he'll stay in that position, yeah?" Emma kissed the top of Regina's head and whispered: "well done, it must be all those exercises you've done, honey!"

"Maybe," Regina said and smiled. "Or maybe it's just a coincidence. Either way, you're just taking the opportunity to praise me…"

"Of course I am," Emma happily admitted. "I'm always looking for excuses to praise you, beautiful girl. Never for a moment doubt that."

To Be Continued…