Emma's eyelids fluttered, but she did not open her eyes. With a soft little groan she extended her arms out and reached for Regina.

But found Regina's side of the bed empty.

Emma's groan was a bit more audible this time. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes and glared at the empty spot in the bed. Where was Regina? Why wasn't she in the bed? She really shouldn't be limping around unsupervised. It wasn't safe.

"Regina?" Emma called.

There was no answer, but it didn't take long before she heard Regina's voice. Mixed with other voices. Her parents' voices.

Wait, what the fuck? Emma blinked. For one silly split second she thought that her parents were here in Madrid, but then she saw sense and realized that Regina had to be skyping with her parents. Right then.

Emma got out of bed and brushed a hand over her unruly hair. Her hair was still sitting around her wrist, so she quickly pulled her hair back in a ponytail. She was pretty sure her hair still looked a mess, but it had to be at least a little better than the haystack that always replaced her hair during the night. She smoothened a hand over her rumpled shirt and soft shorts she had been sleeping in. Then she wandered into the kitchen.

Regina was sitting by the kitchen table, looking beautiful as ever in her blue sundress and with her hair tied into a loose braid. Her laptop was standing open. And on the screen were Emma's parents. Smiling and laughing with Regina.

"Good morning," Emma croaked. "What's, uhh… What's going on here?"

Regina turned her head and smiled. "Buenos días, querida. What's going on is that I am hanging out with my lovely suegra y suegro who were so kind to message me and hear how I was doing today. One thing led to another, and all the sudden we were skyping. I'm not sure how it happened, but it's been mighty nice."

"Right," Emma said, bending down to kiss Regina lightly on the cheek. She didn't care that her parents were watching. They would just have to suck it up. "And how are you doing this morning?"

"I'm okay," Regina half-chuckled.

"How's the ankle?" Emma prodded.

"Still broken."

"Not what I meant. Does it hurt?"

"No. As long as I don't move."

"Sit tight, then. And our kid?" Emma asked and ignored her mom's not to subtle 'aww'.

"Headbutting me as we speak."

"Well. Everything is right with the world, then," Emma chuckled, giving Regina a little squeeze. Then rubbing her belly. "Good morning, Blueberry! Kicking up a storm, are you?"

"Oh!" Regina exclaimed. "You just made him kick me!"

"Secret talent of mine," Emma boasted and then turned her attention to the laptop screen and her parents.

"What are you guys up to?" she asked, suffocating a yawn.

"Oh, you know, just talking to our daughter-in-law about our grandchild," Mary Margaret said casually.

"Sí, we've had quite the baby-talk while you were asleep, querida," Regina chimed in. "Mary Margaret is knitting the sweetest little socks you have ever seen! Por favor, Mary Margaret, show Emma the socks!"

Emma's mother chuckled as she held up a pair of half- finished tiny little socks made of thick, yellow yarn. "It's not really fit for Spain or California," she said. "But I'm counting on Blueberry coming to visit while he-"

"-or she," David interjected.

"Or she," Mary Margaret agreed. "Can still fit the socks."

"Of course he or she will come and visit. You're Blue's grandparents," Regina said simply.

Emma smiled. Her parents had embraced their new roles as grandparents. Regina had embraced her role as their daughter-in-law. She had just naturally become a part of the family. She was best-buddy with Emma's mother and tried coming up with better jokes than Emma's father. It was all very amusing. And very, very natural. Emma's mom and dad was the baby's grandparents. That was just how it was.

"We were just talking about how nice it could be to meet Regina's father at some point," Mary Margaret said, bringing Emma back to the here and now.

"Oh yeah, that could be really great!" Emma said warmly. She was certain that her parents and Regina's father would get along amazingly.

"Perhaps all of us could meet in California," Regina suggested.

"What a good idea," Emma's father praised. "I could do with some sunshine."

"Couldn't we all," Mary Margaret sighed.

Regina chuckled. "If my apartment was any bigger, you could come and stay here."

Emma said nothing. She was glad that Regina's apartment wasn't any bigger. She literally could not imagine her parents being here. This was their place. Her and Regina's.

"How are things in Storybrooke?" Emma asked. "Any news from prison?" meaning Neal, obviously.

"Nope," David said. "Neal's still behind bars. Still quiet."

"Good," Regina said darkly. "That's how I like him."

Emma chuckled and squeezed Regina's shoulder. "Have you had any breakfast?"

Regina shrugged. "Not yet."

"Hm," Emma said. She didn't like that.

"Well, perhaps we should let you get some breakfast then," Mary Margaret smiled. "But we will talk again soon."

"Sí, the next time Emma decides to sleep in," Regina joked. "I'm sure there are still some funny things you haven't told me about her."

"What funny things?" Emma asked immediately.

"Oh, absolutely," her father said, completely ignoring her. "So many things."

"You're in for a real treat, Regina," Emma's mother added.

"What funny things?" Emma asked again. This time a bit more earnestly. "Tell me!"

Her parents laughed shamelessly and ignored her. "Anyway," her mother said. "You two have a great day. Take care of yourself, Regina. And our grandchild."

"I will," Regina promised and lifted her hand to wave. "Adiós!"

"Adiós," Emma's parents said in unison. "Bye, Emma. You take care of yourself too!"

"Will do," Emma said, suffocating a yawn. She still felt a little rumpled. And a bit confused over being confronted with her parents first thing in the morning.

After one last wave and goodbye, the Skype session was ended, and Regina gently closed the laptop with a smile. "That was really nice," she said.

"I can't believe you're talking to my parents behind my back," Emma joked. "What funny stuff were they telling you about?"

"None of your beeswax," Regina laughed, reaching for her crutches. "Now, lets make some breakfast, sí?"

"I'll make us breakfast," Emma corrected. "You are going to sit down and rest your ankle, okay?"

"Okay," Regina laughed, shaking her head slightly. She probably thought that Emma was being silly.

Emma didn't care about that. She was not going to let Regina limp around when she could sit down. No way! She went over to the fridge and opened it. Found a pack of bacon. "Bacon?" she asked over her shoulder.

"Oh yes!" Regina said excitedly.

Emma snickered and found a pack of toast. "And toast? Made on the frying pan?"

"Ay, querida, you really do know how to spoil a girl," Regina almost groaned.

"Trying my best," Emma said with faux modesty as she found the frying pan in the cupboard. "Was it fun hanging out with my parents?"

"Sí, it really was. They are so nice," Regina said warmly.

"They love you," Emma said plainly.

Regina snickered. Then sighed. "Why couldn't Cora be more like Mary Margaret? Why does she have to be such an old hag? Cora, obviously. Not Mary Margaret. No. She's as sweet as can be! But Cora…." She was practically spitting out the name. "Of all the mothers in all the world… Why did I have to end up with Cora? It really isn't fair." She let out a sharp laughter. "Oh well. Not something to talk about now. Cora is out of my life for good. Thank god. I don't need her at all."

Emma settled for muttering something neutral. Was Cora really out of Regina's life for good? Why hadn't she come to the hospital to see Regina? Why had she chosen not to show up? Was it really that easy for her to turn her back on her daughter?

Or was she perhaps afraid? Emma doubted that Cora ever would admit to it, but there had definitely been a hint of anxiety in her voice when they had spoken on the phone. Something that wasn't the cold, collected no-nonsense had bubbled just below the surface when she had asked Emma if she was going to tell Regina or not.

Emma felt guilty about that decision. Guilty and torn. She could not tell Regina about her phone conversation with Cora. It wouldn't be right. But at the same time, she felt horrible for lying to Regina.

It was difficult not to get a little pissed at Cora. It wasn't fair of her to put Emma in this kind of situation.

But what Emma was the most pissed about, was that Cora had not shown up at hospital. That she was still choosing herself. Or choosing to protect her secret.

Regina would not get angry. When she first had digested the news, she would meet Cora with understanding. That was just the type of person she was. Emma knew that. And so should Cora. She should know her own daughter better than this.

And on top of all this, there was still a part of her that felt genuinely sorry for Cora Mills. If things truly was as Emma suspected them to be, Cora hadn't had it easy. Cora had perhaps been trapped in a marriage she had never wanted in the first place. Emma knew that Henry wouldn't have been anything but good to her, but still.

No lesbian should be trapped in a straight marriage. It wasn't right.

Was that how Cora's life had been? Had she been trapped?

God, Cora had to show up and explain everything to Regina.

Otherwise Emma feared that she would be cracking under the weight of the secret she was keeping.

Cora's secret.

The keeper of Cora's secret.

Now that was something Emma had never expected she would ever be.

Life was so strange sometimes.

So utterly fucked up.

"Emma? Em-ma?"

"Huh?" Emma blinked. "Sorry, what did you say?"

Regina chuckled. "I said that I can make the breakfast if you don't feel up for it."

"Oh. No!" Emma hastily prepared the frying pan and loaded bacon onto it. "I feel up for it. You just stay put."

"I can't stay put forever, mi amor," Regina said softly. "Nor can you do everything for me all the time."

"Can't I?"

"No," Regina continued, voice firm. "Which is why we need to have a serious conversation."

Emma frowned. She did not like the sound of that. "Okay? Have I been too much? I'm sorry, I know I'm overprotective."

"It's not that," Regina chuckled softly. "You're wonderful and you know it. But there is a thing I want to talk to you about. Once we've had breakfast."

Emma was still not very calm. "Am I in trouble?"

Now Regina was really laughing. "No, querida. You are not in trouble. If you were in trouble, you wouldn't be asking. You would know."

"Right then." Emma winced. She was still worried. Didn't like the sound of the 'serious conversation' Regina wanted to have. It sounded a little…. Breakup-ish. Deep down, Emma was fairly confident that Regina wasn't going to break up with her, but still, she couldn't help but wonder. And worry….

"Okay, I'm officially scared," Emma said once she had cleaned up after the rather delicious breakfast.

Regina scrunched up her nose. "Of what?"

"You," Emma admitted. "You said that you wanted to have a serious conversation. That sounds pretty scary to me."

A smile tugged at the corners of Regina's lips. "Querida, what is it exactly that you think I'm going to say?"

"That you're going to break up with me," Emma said immediately.

Regina's eyes widened dramatically, and she reached across the table to take Emma's hands in her own. "Dios, querida. That is a serious conversation!"

"And not one we're about to have, right?" Emma asked. Just to check.

"No!" Regina said firmly. "We're definitely not going to have that conversation."

"Ah, good. Perfect. Yeah. Great."

Regina raised an eyebrow. "Were you seriously worried about that?"

"No," Emma said quickly. "Not for real. But you looked so serious, so I couldn't help but wonder."

"Well…" oddly enough, Regina seemed to squirm. "This is not that kind of conversation, but I don't think you're going to be too happy about what I have to say anyway."

"Okay?" Emma chewed on the inside of her cheek and squeezed Regina's hands. "Now you're actually scaring me a bit, beautiful girl."

"Lo siento," Regina said. "I'm just…." She bit her lip.

"Hey," Emma said gently. "You can tell me anything. I hope you know that. Anything."

"Okay," Regina said and took a deep breath. "Here it goes, then. It's about… New York."

"New York?" Emma echoed, raising an eyebrow. "Okay. What about New York?"

"You were supposed to go four days ago."

"Yeah," Emma said, still puzzled where this was going. She had obviously cancelled her meeting with the gallery owner in New York to be by Regina's side. The gallery owner had been very understanding.

"I want you to go," Regina said.

"No!" Emma said immediately. "No way! I am not leaving you to limp around on your own! That's not going to happen! Nu-uh!"

"Hear me out, querida," Regina said patiently. "This is the chance of a lifetime. There'll never be another option like this one."

"Regina, I am not going to leave-"

"Cállate," Regina interrupted and chuckled. But squeezed Emma's hands in warning. "Emma. Mi amor. Be sensible. The gallery owner wants your work. Not someone else's. Yours. If you say no to this, you're going to regret it for the rest of your life."

"No, I won't," Emma said stubbornly. "There'll be other opportunities."

"Of course there will," Regina agreed with them. "Because you are an amazingly talented photographer. So talented that a huge gallery in New York has reached out and wants to exhibit your pictures. I'm begging you. Don't let this opportunity go to waste."

"You have a broken ankle," Emma argued. "You can't limp around on crutches all by yourself while I promote my career in New York. It wouldn't be right. And besides, you could fall. Something could happen."

"Something has already happened, querida," Regina said patiently and gestured towards her crutches. "I refuse to believe that there will be more unwelcome surprises. This has got to be the calm after the storm. And besides, I won't be 'limping around' on my own. Before your parents called me, I had a little chat with my dad. He has asked me to come live with him for a while. We both agreed that it's not very practical for me to live on third floor while using crutches. I'm going to say yes to his offer. And he might have a job for me too. Something that doesn't involve being on my feet. Since I can't work at the bar anymore." She took a breath and squeezed Emma's hands. "I would not be on my own like you're afraid of, querida. I would be hanging out with my dad. Helping him out and vice-versa."

"That does sound pretty sensible," Emma admitted. "But I still don't like this."

"Can I be brutally honest with you for a moment, querida?" Regina squeezed her hands again.

"Yeah, sure."

"Moving to California costs money. And I'm unable to work as of right now," Regina said plainly. "I have some money saved up, but not nearly enough. The only one making money in this relationship is you. I don't like how 1950 that sounds, but it's nevertheless the truth. And exhibiting your pictures at that gallery would be a great help. I don't know about you-" she flashed Emma a soft smile. "But I really want us to live together soon."

"God, I want that too," Emma said warmly. "So, so much!"

"Then go to New York, mi amor. Show the gallery owner your pictures and make some money," Regina chuckled. "I'll try doing the same. Being employed by my father isn't the dream scenario, but it's the best I can do right now. I have to earn money so I can buy a pram and diapers and all the other important baby-stuff."

"Oh god, the baby stuff," Emma said fondly, dreaming herself away to a place where she and Regina were buying teeny tiny boots and bodystockings.

"Focus, querida," Regina said mock-sternly and squeezed her hand again. "Are you going to New York or not?"

"I…" Emma bit her lip. "I don't like the idea of leaving you," she admitted. "Seeing you fall from the stairs was the scariest thing I've ever witnessed. But I get what you're saying. I really do."

"You've talked so much about how you want to be more than an event photographer," Regina said gently. "This is your chance to become more, querida. Take it. I will not be what's holding you back. Not directly nor indirectly. Please, please go."

Emma shook her head and smiled at the gorgeous young woman she so adored. "You are absolutely wonderful; did you know that?"

"Because I'm ordering you to buzz off?" Regina chuckled.

"Yeah, that's exactly why." Emma leapt from her chair. Went around the table and smiled as she cupped Regina's cheeks. Bent down to kiss her. Regina tasted of maple syrup and vanilla and she was immediately lifting her hands so she could rest them lightly on the tops of Emma's shoulders. After a moment, she released a soft little moan.

Emma smiled into the kiss. Regina had made that kind of sound last night too. When she had been dreaming. A very good dream, undoubtedly. Perhaps they couldn't have sex right now because of Regina's blood pressure and broken ankle, but at least she could dream.

Regina gently shoved her away. Wrinkled her nose. "If we continue, I might end up begging you for more, and that is below me."

Emma chuckled softly and booped Regina's nose. "The abstaining thing isn't gonna last forever, beautiful girl."

"It better not!" Regina grumbled. "Even this is making my heart beat faster!"

"Well, it was a good kiss."

"Cállate," Regina huffed and made a face. "I want more than kisses, damnit!" she rolled her eyes. "See? Now I'm begging anyway!"

"It isn't gonna last forever," Emma gently repeated.

"Well, it has already lasted long enough!" Regina complained as she grabbed her crutches and eased herself up from the chair. She limped towards the door. "Go and call that gallery owner!" she ordered over her shoulder.

Well. Now that Emma had decided on going, she didn't really see a reason to wait. The gallery owner had said that she had to call if she ever got the opportunity to get to New York. And now that opportunity was here.

"Do you need help with anything?" she called after Regina who had disappeared into the bedroom.

"No!" came the answer. "Now go and make that phone call!"

Chuckling to herself Emma muttered: "yes, ma'am", knowing that she never would dare saying it out loud. She went into Regina's little living room where she had left her cellphone overnight. Squaring her shoulders, she grabbed the phone and dialed the number to the gallery-owner in New York. She crossed her fingers behind her back and hoped that the woman would pick up. Of course she could always leave a message on her voicemail, but she would prefer actually talking to her. So she knew that she was serious about this.

"Arts Delight, how may I help you?"

"Uhm, hello," Emma said, slightly befuddled. For some reason she hadn't expected her call to be answered that quickly. Pulling herself together, she said: "my name is Emma Swan, I'm a photographer from Maine, and I was recently contacted by Mrs. Adamson about a possible exhibit of my photos?" she didn't know why it came out as a question. That wasn't the intention.

"If you could hold one moment, miss Swan."

"I'll hold," Emma said, wetting her lips and bouncing slightly on her feet. She could hear absolutely nothing in the other end. Not even a standard 'please hold'-melody. Her intention had not been to go to New York. She hadn't thought that it was possible with Regina being injured, but now that Regina more or less had forced her to go, she could feel how badly she actually wanted to do this. Regina was right. This was the moment she had been waiting for, for a very long time.

"Miss Swan? This is Mrs. Adamson speaking." Came a crisp woman's voice in the other end.

"Hello," Emma said and forced herself to sound calm. "I am calling to hear if your offer about coming to New York to show you my pictures is still standing?" Damnit. She could have said that in a more polite way.

"It is very much still standing, Miss Swan," Mrs. Adamson said, unfazed by Emma's approach. "But the last time we spoke, I understood that it wasn't possible for you to come to New York?"

"My circumstances have changed," Emma said. "And if the offer still stands, I would very much like to come to New York and show off the pictures."

"I am very happy to hear that, miss Swan. You are a very talented photographer, and it would be a pleasure to have your art exhibited here. I have an opening in… two weeks. If you could be in New York that Friday, you could come to the gallery and show off your pictures, and if both parties are satisfied, we could talk about the possibility of exhibiting your photos here. How does that sound?"

"That sounds absolutely perfect," Emma said earnestly. Two weeks from now was good. Gave her plenty of time to be around Regina and take care of her.

"I've noted that in my calendar," said Mrs. Adamson. "Don't worry about the expenses when it comes to buying a plane ticket and booking a hotel. Since you are being invited here by the gallery, we will be covering the expenses."

Emma gaped. "Seriously?" she blurted.

Mrs. Adamson chuckled. "Yes, indeed, Miss Swan. It's a long journey and we only invite those we think have a genuine chance of breaking through as a photographer. We are also aware that being a photographer can be a tough way to earn money from time to time. There's no reason why we shouldn't put our heart and souls into getting the best people to New York."

The best people. Emma grinned like an idiot. "Well, thank you so much then. That's really…."

"It's me who is saying thank you, miss Swan. I'm very happy that you can make it here anyway. I have a feeling that your photos will be just right for the gallery. I will see you in two weeks."

"Two weeks," Emma confirmed, still grinning. "Goodbye and thank you!"

"Oh, one more thing, Miss Swan."

"Yes?" Emma felt a twinge of anxiety. For a moment she imagined the whole thing falling apart because of a silly little detail.

"The model in your pictures," Mrs. Adamson said. "Is there any way she can come to New York with you? It is not in anyway a demand, but it would be fantastic to meet her."

"Oh, uhm…" Emma said slightly surprised. But thinking about it, it did make great sense that the gallerist wanted to meet Regina. She was the model, after all. Without her, there wouldn't have been any pictures. "The model is pregnant and has a fractured ankle," she said truthfully.

"Oh, I see. Well, as I said, it is not a demand, and either way, I am looking forward to meeting you, miss Swan. See you in two weeks. Please send an email and let us know which hotel you will be staying at so we can cover the expenses."

"Okay. Thank you, Mrs. Adamson. See you in two weeks. Bye."

"Goodbye, miss Swan."

There was a faint click in the other end, and Emma could put the phone down. She felt a twinkle of excitement. She was going to New York. She was actually going to New York to show off her pictures to a well-known gallery owner. This was crazy.

If only Regina could come with her. God, that would be fantastic! Would her foot be any better in two weeks?

Probably not. A broken ankle was a lengthy process, Emma knew that. But still, she felt like she had to mention it to Regina. Anything else wouldn't be right.

She turned her back on the cellphone laying on the coffee table and wandered into the hallway. Padded into the bedroom where she found Regina laying flat on her back in the bed.

Emma immediately frowned. "Is everything okay?"

"Sí-sí," Regina hummed, gliding her fingers over her round belly. "Blueberry and I are just having a conversation. Every time I tap my belly button, he taps back."

"Oh," Emma chuckled. "That sounds nice."

"It is," Regina assured. Then lifted her head slightly. "So? Did you talk to Mrs. Adamson?"

"I did," Emma snickered. Regina's eagerness was very cute.

"And?" Regina asked impatiently. "What did she say?"

"She said that the offer still stands," Emma grinningly proclaimed. "I am going to New York in two weeks!"

"Yes!" Regina exclaimed, fist pumping into the air. "Damn right you are, querida! I'm so happy for you!"

"The deal is not sealed yet," Emma said hastily.

"But it will be," Regina said firmly. "Trust me."

Emma sat down on the edge of the bed. "There is actually something more."

"Alright," Regina said, grabbing Emma's hand and almost nonchalantly placing it on her belly. "What's that then?"

"Mrs. Adamson wants to meet the model," Emma told her and gave her belly a fond rub. Oh, how she wished she could feel Blueberry move around!

"Seriously?" Regina's eyes widened. "She wants to meet me?"

"Hey, don't say it like that," Emma huffed. "I'm surprised the whole world doesn't want to meet you!"

Regina rolled her eyes at that. "You're the photographer, querida. Not me."

"True, but you're the model. There literally wouldn't be any pictures if it wasn't for you," Emma said softly. "I'm not surprised Mrs. Adamson wants to meet you. But I don't know how you feel about it. It's a long trip and with your foot and everything…"

"If my doctor gives me the all clear I would love to come," Regina said warmly. But then a tiny little wrinkle appeared between her eyes. "But won't I be a nuisance to you, though? I mean, it's New York and I'll be hobbling around on crutches the entire time. Not exactly ideal for sightseeing."

"Oh, shut up, you," Emma huffed and gave Regina's belly a tiny little tap. "You're never a nuisance, okay? Never. If the doctor says its okay and you want to come with me, I would love that. But I will also understand if you don't feel like going."

"I very much feel like going," Regina said and smiled. "Crutches or not. But there's the thing about the plane ticket. I can't afford it."

"You don't have to worry about that. The gallery will pay for that. And the hotel."

Regina tilted her head. "Seriously?"

"Yep," Emma laughed, popping the 'p'. "We can literally choose whatever hotel we goddamn want to!"

"Whatever hotel we want to live in," Regina said yearningly. "I haven't been staying in a hotel since I crashed your solo-honeymoon."

"Thank you for doing that!" Emma said earnestly. "Best solo honeymoon ever!"

"Well, I did make sure that the bed saw some action," Regina said with a light shrug and a twinkle in her eyes. "It was fun."

"Very fun," Emma agreed. She could so vividly remember that night where she and Regina had had sex for the first time. It had been nothing short of amazing. "You seduced me," she fondly teased.

"Sí, claro que lo hice. Y estoy orgulloso de ello." Regina grabbed Emma's hand and gave it a tug, sending the blonde backwards onto the bed.

Emma huffed a bit. But it didn't take long before she wiggled closer to Regina so she could draw random patterns on her growing belly. "Are we going to New York together?" she asked.

"Mmm," Regina rumbled. "If my doctor says yes, we definitely are."

"Our very own baby-moon," Emma said fondly.

Regina quirked an eyebrow. "Does that involve sex?"

The question came so unfiltered and eagerly. Emma bursted out laughing. It was impossible to stop. Even when Regina glared at her. "You're mocking me," she huffed.

"I promise I'm not," Emma assured, still laughing. "It's just… you're very cute when you're eager."

"I don't think you have any idea how agonizing this is," Regina said plainly. "I'm horny twenty four seven!"

Emma slid closer and pecked her cheek gently. "Once your blood pressure starts acting normally, I promise I will do absolutely sinful things to you, okay? But right now we have to wait."

"I know," Regina groaned. "I'm complaining too much."

"You're not," Emma gently assured. "I know it's frustrating, beautiful girl. I want you too. So much."

Regina sighed dramatically. "I don't think I have ever been this tense."

"How about another shower?" Emma suggested.

"No. Too much work for you."

"I don't mind. I liked it. Any excuse to look at your naked body, honey," Emma laughed and felt mighty witty.

"Oh, so we're playing the 'look, don't touch'-game?" Regina asked silkily and pursed her lips ever so slightly. "Eso es caliente."

"You are caliente," Emma said firmly and gave her girlfriend a long stare. Regina looked positively seductive as she laid there in her blue sundress and hair fanning out on the pillow.

Regina chuckled at that. Then said: "I wanna go to New York with you. So badly."

"I want you to come to New York with me," Emma replied, lightly gliding her fingers over Regina's swelling belly again. "Baby's first trip to New York!"

"I doubt he'll remember anything," Regina laughed. "But speaking of baby, we have to discuss names at some point. We can't call him- or her- 'Blueberry' forever."

"Really? I thought Blueberry is pretty cool. Very unique. And we can call he or she 'Blue' as a pet name."

"Emma."

"Okay, okay," Emma laughed. "Bad joke. And you're right. We definitely have to talk about baby names soon." Talk about baby names. She could barely believe it. "Do you have anything in mind?" she was really curious about that.

"Hmm…" Regina lifted her uninjured foot and let it balance in the air. The movement had her dress slipping up her leg, and Emma did her utmost not to stare at Regina's strong, golden thigh. God, that thigh had been draped around her waist so many times….

"Well, I was thinking maybe Isabela if it's a girl," Regina said and brought Emma out of her sinful musings. "Or perhaps Elena. After my abuela."

"Elena," Emma repeated. "I like it. It's got style."

"Do you have any suggestions, querida?"

"Regina."

"No." Regina said plainly and gave Emma a slight shove that nearly send her tumbling from the bed.

"Why not?" Emma huffed. "It's a brilliant name! Totally underused!"

"For a good reason," Regina deadpanned. "We're not naming our kid after me. Come up with something else."

"Gina."

"Emma!"

"No," Emma laughed, mercilessly teasing Regina. "Not that."

"Oooooh," Regina cooed. "Little Emma. I can actually see that work."

"Absolutely not," Emma said quickly. "I hear what you're saying, okay? No naming the kid after either one of us. Even though Regina is an awesome name."

"So is Emma."

Ignoring that, Emma said: "how about…. Alba?"

"Alba," Regina repeated. "I like that one.

"I've also thought of Mía. And Carmen. Or what about Ana? Or Gabriela?" Emma rambled, unable to stop herself.

Regina was quiet for a moment. Then she laughed. "Huh. You've considered that for a while, haven't you?"

"Only for the past week," Emma defended.

"Well, I like the names. They're good," Regina chuckled as she lightly traced her finger over Emma's cheekbone. "How about if it's a boy?"

"I've actually only been able to come up with one name if it's a boy," Emma replied. "Lucas."

"Lucas," Regina repeated and scrunched up her nose in that adorable fashion. "Hmm. Maybe it's a bit…"

"Overused?" Emma suggested.

"Exactly," Regina jokingly tapped her fingertip against her cheekbone. "I don't know why, but I've been strangely blank when it comes to boy names."

"Maybe it's because we're so sure we're not having a girl," Emma said gently. "Makes it easier to throw random names around."

"Sí, I think you're right about that. Oh well…" Regina wiggled closer to Emma and unabashedly slung one leg over her hip. Then winced slightly.

"Careful," Emma immediately admonished. "I need that foot in one piece."

Regina ignored that. "I suppose we can discuss names on our baby-moon."

"Oh, absolutely," Emma said, brushing her fingers up and down Regina's outer thigh. Her imagination was running amok in all the delightful baby-items you could buy in New York. She was pretty sure they were going to by everything. When she told Regina this, she laughed heartedly and called Emma silly.

"What?" Emma scoffed. "Our baby deserves the best!"

"Mmm," Regina hummed. "He sure does, mi amor. He sure does."

"Or she."

"Or she," Regina agreed with a chuckle.

And Emma reached out so she could gently touch Regina's stomach once more. In there, their baby was thriving and growing bigger and stronger every day.

To Be Continued…..

Spanish translations:

Buenos días= good morning.

Por favor= Please.

Adíos= Goodbye.

Lo siento= I'm sorry.

Cállate= Shut up.

Sí, claro que lo hice. Y estoy orgulloso de ello= Yes, of course I did. And I am proud of it.

Eso es caliente= that's hot.