Streams of sunshine found way through the tiny crack between Regina's white curtains and landed on Emma's face.

The warmth on her cheek had Emma smiling even before she opened her eyes. She quite fancied greeting the new day like this. She was warm and comfortable. And her body was currently molded after the sleeping young woman laying with her back pressed against Emma's chest. Was there a better way to wake up?

Emma peeked out through her lashes. Saw the strip of clear blue sky and sunshine through the crack in the curtain and smiled again. It was going to be another beautiful day here in Madrid. She turned her head and glanced at the alarm clock. 09:15. They should probably get up. Regina had a doctor's appointment at eleven. One that would determine whether she was fit to fly to New York or not. Emma hoped that the answer would be a positive one. She really wanted Regina to come to New York with her. And Regina so wanted to go too. She had been talking non-stop about New York ever since Emma had told her that Mrs. Adamson wanted her to come to the gallery. It would be such a massive disappointment to Regina if she wasn't allowed to go. She would be so upset. And so would Emma. She wasn't fond of leaving Regina here while going to New York alone. Which was a problem because at some point, she had to go back to Storybrooke.

Regina made a slight sound in her sleep, and Emma immediately took the opportunity to kiss the side of her neck. "Baby?"

There was no reaction. Except for a sort of snuffling sound Emma normally would have connected with a small animal with floppy ears and not a woman. It was an extremely adorable sound and Emma silently swooned for a moment. Then she pulled herself together and pressed another gentle kiss to the side of Regina's neck. "Baby?"

"Él no está despierto ahora mismo," Regina mumbled in that low, raspy voice that always seemed extra gravelly in the morning.

"Huh?" Emma said. Because she had absolutely no idea what that meant.

"I said…. He is not- mmm!-" a stretch. "Awake right now."

"Oh," Emma chuckled. "Fair enough, but I was actually not talking about the baby for once. I meant you."

"There can't be two of us, querida," Regina protested. "It's confusing."

Maybe she had a point there. "How about 'woman of my dreams' then?" Emma suggested. "How does that sound?"

Regina let out a low groan. "The woman of your dreams was busy dreaming. Now leave me alone. I'm tired and I'm pregnant and I have a broken ankle. I need all the rest I can get." With that, she pulled the covers over her head and curled up in Emma's arms once more.

"Believe me, if I had things my way, you would be spending your every moment in this bed," Emma said firmly. "But unfortunately, you do have a doctor's appointment today."

"Joder."

Emma sniggered at that. "Yeah. That pretty much sums it up."

"Let's skip it," Regina suggested, voice low and seductive. "Please? Let's skip it and stay here and make out all day instead."

"Or how about…." Emma tried not to laugh at Regina's absolutely delightful morning mood. "We go to the doctor to make sure our kid is doing good, and then we make out all day."

"Our baby is doing fine. He just told me so," Regina claimed.

"Oh, so you're talking to him now?" Emma chuckled.

"Sí, we just had a long talk. And he doesn't want to go to the doctor's either."

"Well…" Emma drawled as she slowly let her hands wander to Regina's front. "That's just too bad, because he has no choice. And neither have you." She lifted the hem of Regina's long t-shirt and gently palmed her growing belly.

"Fine. I'll go," Regina grumbled.

"Good girl."

"Don't say that when I'm not allowed to have sex."

"Sorry. I'll behave," Emma promised as she gently ran her fingers up and down Regina's belly. She pressed her finger lightly against Regina's protruding belly button and had a good laugh about it. "Is that some kind of magic button?"

"No, querida, my magic button is sitting a bit further down."

Emma spluttered. "Oh, you!"

"You totally sat yourself up for that one," Regina laughed.

"I really, really did not," Emma protested, busying herself with touching Regina's belly rather than thinking about all the wonderful things she and Regina weren't allowed to do at the moment. Most of them involved Regina's 'magic button'.

"We should totally keep doing this all day," Regina said sleepily.

"When we get back home," Emma promised, running her fingers up and down Regina's belly. "Any itching today?"

"Not yet. But there probably will be. Thank god for coconut oil."

"Mhmm," Emma agreed. "And how is the foot?"

"Not too bad. Just a little bit sore. Are you sure I won't be a nuisance in New York?"

"Oh, shut up," Emma huffed. "You will not!" she would not hear of Regina calling herself a nuisance. If her broken ankle made things difficult, Emma would simply rent a wheelchair and wheel her around in New York city. That wouldn't be a problem at all.

"Good morning, little Blueberry," Emma cooed as she rubbed Regina's belly tenderly. "How is our beautiful boy doing this morning? Are you happy and kicking about or are you sleeping? Are you the sweetest little-" her next sentence dwindled and became nothing when she suddenly felt Regina's belly go completely tight.

"Oof," Regina said and squirmed a little.

"Woah, what the fuck is that?!" Emma cried, ripping her hands away from Regina's belly. "Why is he doing that?! Are you okay?!"

"Relajarse," Regina laughed. "It's just a bit of Braxton Hicks. Nothing dangerous."

"Oh. False labor pains, right?" Emma asked, immediately breathing a little easier.

"I wouldn't call them false. They feel pretty real to me," Regina huffed as she wiggled and turned around, so they were laying face to face.

And just like that, Emma was concerned again. "Does it hurt?"

"It's a tad… uncomfortable, shall we say," Regina replied. "But it'll subside soon enough. I had it last night too."

"You did? You didn't say anything about that!"

"I didn't want to worry you. I know how you get," Regina teased. "All high pitched."

"I am not high pitched!" Emma claimed. Well aware how high pitched she sounded.

Regina let out a snicker and grasped Emma's hand. She guided it to her belly. "Feel that? It's gone."

It was. Regina's stomach felt quite soft again. "Oh."

"Preparing for the birth and all that," Regina said lightly and glanced at the alarm clock. "You're right, we should probably get up." She sat up and stretched her arms high above her head. "Oh, that feels so good!"

"Looks pretty good too," Emma said ever so innocently.

Regina scoffed. "My hair's a mess."

"Your hair is perfect."

Regina made a sound that most likely was disagreement, but Emma ignored it and slipped out of bed. Grabbed Regina's crutches. Patiently waited until Regina was done stretching. Then she handed her the crutches with the words: "your crutches, Milady."

"Gracias, mi caballero," Regina said and scrunched up her nose as she grabbed onto the crutches and tried using them as leverage to push herself up from the bed.

"Careful," Emma admonished, gently taking Regina by the elbow and automatically supporting her.

"Thank you, mi amor, now let's go and make some…. Some…. Uhh…." Regina frowned in concentration for a second before explaining: "breakfast! That's the word. Let's go and make breakfast."

"Sounds good to me," Emma said and laughed. Regina had had a couple of cases of pregnancy brain, and it was equally amusing every time.

They made their way into the kitchen. Regina elegantly hopped over to the fridge and opened it. Peered inside. "What do we want for breakfast? French toast?"

"I could definitely eat some French toast," Emma said appreciatingly.

"French toast it is! If you whip out the frying pan, I'll make them."

"You are supposed to take it easy," Emma said, repeating the mantra she had said so many times over the past few weeks.

"I am taking it perfectly easy," Regina dismissed. "Now get me that frying pan. Por favor."

Emma didn't want to start the day arguing. So she simply found the frying pan and handed it to Regina.

"Thank you, querida. You should make yourself some coffee while I take care of this."

Some coffee would be good. Emma was still a bit sleepy. She wandered over to the coffee machine, and just as she had made it start brewing the coffee, Regina's cellphone started vibrating on the kitchen table.

"Do you mind checking that?" Regina asked. She was thoroughly engaged with frying the bread."

"Sure thing." Emma wandered over to the kitchen table and picked up Regina's phone. As usually, her heart was pounding slightly as she glanced at the number. As usually, a tiny part of her was hoping that it was Cora who was finally reaching out to her daughter.

But it was not Cora. It was Henry.

Emma was disappointed. She adored Henry, she really did, but she needed Cora to call Regina, god damnit! Every single day where she pretended not to know anything about Cora, she was lying to Regina, and she was pissed at Cora for putting her in this position. Suppose Regina would get really angry with her when she found out that Emma had been lying to her?

Cora Mills was a coward.

Or possibly just very, very frightened to come clean to her daughter.

One of the two.

"It's your dad," Emma told her girlfriend and snapped out of it.

"Answer him, then," Regina said. "And put it on speaker so I can say hi."

Emma did just that, and all three of them had a lovely little chat. Henry was obviously calling because he knew that Regina was going to the doctors. She and Emma had told him about their New York plans, and Henry had been delighted for Regina. Not at all worried. Just happy and excited. He claimed that his daughter was going to be famous now, but Regina had laughingly rejected that. Of course.

"How are you feeling, Mija?" he asked.

"I'm feeling absolutely fine," Regina assured.

"El bebéhappy and kicking?"

"Sí, sí," Regina chuckled. "El bebé está muy feliz."

"Ah, good. And your foot?"

"All good," Regina said lightly. "How about you, daddy? ¿Cómo estás?"

"Lo estoy haciendo bien," Henry said. "But I might have done something silly, Mija."

"Oh?" Regina flipped the two slices of toasts with a spatula. "And what might that be? The last time you did something silly, it involved whiskey and folk music. Should I be worried?"

Emma laughed and so did Henry. "Recuerdo esa noche," he said fondly. "My, how we danced."

"Sí," Regina said a bit darkly. "My feet were not too pleased. But anyway, what is this silly thing you have done?"

"Well…" Henry laughed. "Perhaps it would be better if I sent you a picture, Cielo."

"Ay, dios mio, did you get a tattoo?!"

Emma couldn't hold back her amusement. Regina sounded so scandalized.

"No," Henry huffed. "But even if I did, I'm sure I would look dashing with one."

"You would absolutely rock a tattoo, Henry!" Emma piped up.

"Thank you, Emma."

"Shh, be quiet! Don't encourage him, querida."

Emma and Henry shared a laugh over that, and Henry said that he would send a picture. It didn't take long before Regina's phone buzzed.

"Let's see then," Regina said, encouraging Emma to open the message.

Emma did. And she laughed loudly when she saw the photo. Then exclaimed an even louder 'awwww!'

"What is it?" Regina asked a tad impatiently. "Show me!"

Emma did just that, and she reveled in Regina's reaction when she saw the photo. It was of a tiny green bodystocking with a swan printed on the front.

"¡Dios!" Regina exclaimed and her eyes began to sparkle. "¡Papá, eso es perfecto!"

"I simply had to get it," Henry said and chuckled in the other end. "It was too much of an opportunity."

"First piece of baby clothes," Regina said fondly. "This is a big deal!"

Yes, it really was. Sometimes Emma had trouble with wrapping her head around the fact that they had reached that state where it was time to think about the baby's wardrobe. And all the other things. A cradle. A pram. The baby was going to need a nursery too. Oh, gosh… It was difficult not to get carried away.

"Oh, I have some news for you, Emma," Henry said and interrupted her train of thoughts. "Well, for both of you, actually."

"Okay?" Regina said, now loading the slices of toasts onto two plates. "What is it?"

"Well, one of my business connections is renting out a place at Laguna Beach," Henry told them. "And he asked if I knew of anyone who would be interested."

"Seriously?" Emma felt a grin spread on her face. This was almost too good to be true! "How much is he renting it out for?"

Henry told them the price, and that sounded pretty perfect too. "Shall I tell him that you are interested?"

"Oh yes, please do!" Emma said eagerly. "That would be awesome!"

"Consider it done then," Henry said kindly. "He has shown me pictures, and it is a beautiful place. Not that big, but-"

"It doesn't have to be big," Regina interrupted. "We're just two people. And a baby."

"There will be plenty of room for a nursery for el bebé." It wasn't difficult to imagine that Henry was smiling from ear to ear.

Emma was smiling too. Widely. It seemed like everything was working out perfectly, and thank god for that. They had deserved that. Had had their fair shares of hardship already. It was only fair that things worked out for them now.

"Perfect!" Regina said as she sprinkled syrup over their French toast. "Thank god for your business partner. If I wasn't pregnant, I would toast to him."

"You can toast in orange juice," Emma snickered.

"Good plan, querida," Regina praised. "That I'll do."

"You're about to have breakfast," Henry concluded. "I will leave you two to it. But I want to know how things went at the doctors!"

"I'll give you a full report once I'm done," Regina promised.

"Thank you, Mija. Eat plenty of breakfast."

"You got it. Bye, daddy."

"Bye, Mija. Bye, Emma, dear!"

"Bye, Henry," Emma said and silently swooned over how utterly adorable Regina's father was. Seriously, he was the sweetest man she had ever met. Safe for her own father, of course.

"A place in Laguna Beach," Regina said dreamily once they were seated at the table. "Imagine that, querida!"

"I'm imagining it too easily," Emma said yearningly. "Just think if it could actually work out!"

"God, I hope it can. I'll drink to it." Regina raised her glass of orange juice…...

A little while later found Emma and Regina sitting in the waiting room. Regina was shifting slightly in the orange plastic chair, and Emma perfectly understood why. The chairs were highly uncomfortable to sit in. and having back pains definitely couldn't help the matter. Regina had mumbled vaguely about having pains in her lower back, and Emma felt for her. Broken ankle and dealing with painful pregnancy side effects at the same couldn't be too exciting.

"Are you eager to see Blueberry?" Regina asked without looking up from the pregnancy magazine she had been reading.

"Very," Emma smiled. "It's going to be so much fun, seeing how much he's grown."

"Do you think there will be that much of a difference?" Regina wondered. "I mean, it's only been a week since my last scan."

"I'm sure there'll be a difference. You're not nervous, are you?"

"No. The only thing I'm nervous about is the ultrasound wand pressing against my bladder," Regina said plainly and scrunched up her nose. Lowering her voice, she continued: "I really need the bathroom."

"Oh," Emma winced along with her. "Sorry, sweetheart. You can use the bathroom first thing afterwards. And if there's a que, I'll simply tell everyone to shove off and let you through."

"I would like to see that," Regina half-chuckled. Then she scrunched up her nose again. "Tengo hambre…..."

"Already?" Emma said warmly. "Well, we'll have to find something for you to eat afterwards, won't we?"

"Mmm, we might have to stop by that McDonald's we passed on the way," Regina mused. "I'm really craving French fries. And… chocolate milk."

"Chocolate milk?" Emma sniggered. "Really?"

"Sí, and don't you dare judging me, Emma Swan!"

"I would never dream of it, mami." The word just slipped out of her before she could even think about it.

The magazine slipped right out of Regina's hands. She turned her head and stared at Emma with wide eyes.

Emma decided to just roll with it. "I said what I said," she stated firmly.

"S-sí, you…. You sure did," Regina cleared her throat awkwardly.

Emma smirked. She had expected Regina to get annoyed and say something snarky in return, so this was a very welcome surprise. Perhaps she could even risk calling Regina 'mami' a bit more often.

Regina cleared her throat again and reached for the magazine she had dropped on the floor. The movement had her scrunching up her nose, though, so Emma was quick to pick it up for her.

"Gracias."

"You're welcome, beautiful girl. Is the foot very sore?"

"Not the one in cast," Regina said bitterly. "But I think my other ankle is swollen."

"Seriously? Oh man."

"Mmm, who knew that pregnancy could be this hard?" Regina quipped.

"I can imagine that it's harder when you have to hobble around on crutches," Emma almost sneered. She was thinking about Marian again. Thinking about finding her and possibly kicking her ass for sending Regina tumbling down the stairs. They hadn't talked much about Marian. Regina didn't want to. As far as she was concerned, it was all forgotten. She only wanted to concentrate about the future.

But Emma had trouble forgetting the image of Regina tumbling backwards down the stairs. As silly as it sounded, she supposed she was traumatized by it. Which was ridiculous because it was not her it had happened to. Regina had been the one in danger. Regina and the baby.

If she had fallen just a smidge more unfortunate, things could have gone horribly wrong.

"Hey."

Emma blinked upon realizing that Regina had put a hand on her arm. "Hi, honey," she said quickly.

"You have that look in your eyes again, mi amor," Regina said gently.

"Do I?" Emma winced. "I'm sorry. Sometimes I just…. Can't stop thinking about how scary it was."

Regina said nothing. She simply leaned sideways and captured Emma's lips in a soft, sweet kiss. One that immediately made Emma feel so much better. She returned the kiss and didn't give two shits that they were in a doctor's office. It was doubtful that anyone would comment on their affection for one another.

"There," Regina said as they broke apart. "Do you feel better now?"

"A little. I might need a few hundred more to feel completely okay," Emma teased as she affectionately pushed one of Regina's dark locks behind her ear.

"You need to think about something else," Regina said softly. "Let's see the pictures of that beach house again."

Emma willingly found her phone in the pocket of her shorts and tapped on the little 'photo' icon. Soon they were looking at the pictures Henry had sent them. The pictures of the prettiest little white beach house. It was small but absolutely perfect. Two stories. Kitchen and living room downstairs. Bathroom, bedroom and guest room upstairs. It even had a little porch.

"Do you think you could be happy there?" Emma asked softly.

Regina smiled. "Querida, you could take me to the North Pole, and I would be happy. It doesn't matter where I am. As long as you're there. And Blueberry."

"The North Pole?" Emma puffed out air. "Oh no, no, no, that won't do. You are meant for a warm climate, beautiful girl."

Regina scoffed. "I was trying to be romantic, Em-ma."

"Oh. Woops. Sorry."

Regina sighed deeply and clicked her tongue and suddenly she once again reminded Emma of a thirty five year old, extremely unsatisfied woman. Regina had that ability. To sometimes seem older than she was. Emma suspected that it was because of her voice. It was so deep and raspy. Something Regina had complained over, but Emma wouldn't trade it for anything.

"Regina Mills?"

Both Emma and Regina looked up when Doctor Rivera called Regina's name. "I think that's me," Regina quipped, reaching for her crutches.

"You got it?" Emma asked nervously. Seeing Regina balance with those crutches always gave her a mini heart attack.

"Sí, I'm an expert in maneuvering these things," Regina said as she elegantly stood from the chair and limped over to Doctor Rivera. "Hola, Doctor Rivera. I would shake your hand, but…"

"No handshakes required," Doctor Rivera chuckled. "Just come along. I'm sure you're eager to get this over with."

"Honestly, I'm a bit tired of doctors. No offence."

"None taken," the doctor said graciously.

Emma and Regina followed the doctor into her consultation room. A place they had been in many, many times. Regina was frowning. Clearly not over the moon about being back again.

"Well, Regina, if you just pop onto the couch and lift your shirt, then we can get started," Doctor Rivera said. For Emma's sake, she was keeping the consultation in English. "But you may require some help to get up here."

"I'm already on it, doc," Emma half-joked as she quickly took Regina by the elbow and helped her over to the couch. Getting up was a bit trickier. Putting weight on the broken ankle was out of the question, and it took Emma and Doctor Rivera's united strength to help Regina up on the couch. Meaning that the doctor was guiding her up while Emma was awkwardly holding onto her knee to make sure her ankle was dangling loosely.

"Ay dios mío," Regina huffed as she finally was laying on her back on the couch. "That was tricky."

"But we made it," Emma said warmly, giving Regina's hand a soft little squeeze.

"Mmm, we sure did," Regina agreed and used her free hand to tug up her shirt to expose her belly.

Emma was smiling like an idiot when she saw it. She loved that belly. All of it. The protruding belly button. The thin black line and the stretch marks Regina had been so upset about. Emma had spent a long, long time on convincing Regina that she was sexy no matter what. That the marks were sexy. That they were a symbol of how well she was taking care of Blueberry. Regina had seemed soothed and a little misty eyed at that.

"Right then," Doctor Rivera said as she prepared the ultrasound wand and screen. "How have you been doing since the last time I saw you, Regina?"

"I've been doing pretty goo-"

"She had Braxton Hicks this morning and last night too!" Emma blurted out. "Her belly went all hard. Is it really normal to have that this early? Is there something we can do to prevent it? And what about the pain? Is there anything we can do to lessen-"

"Em-ma."

"Sorry." Emma winced. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have answered for you." She didn't add that she was just worried. Regina didn't need that right now.

Doctor Rivera chuckled. "It is always nice to see a partner who is invested in a pregnancy, señorita Swan. As for the Braxton Hicks, or false labor pains, it is perfectly normal for Regina to experience them already. It is simply the body's way of preparing for the birth. It is a mildly uncomfortable tightening sensation in the womb. It shouldn't be painful, and it passes relatively quickly. Very normal to experience in second or third trimester. There isn't a treatment for it, but there are a couple of things you can do to ease the symptom. Change position often. Rest if you've been very active. Vice versa, go for a walk if you've been sitting down for a long time. Take a warm bath. Get a massage. Drink lots of water and make sure to stay hydrated."

"Done, done and done," Emma said and gave Regina's hand another soft squeeze.

"If the sensation becomes overly painful and comes and goes every five minutes, you of course have to go to the hospital," Doctor Rivera continued.

Regina nodded. Then frowned. "But this morning I was just laying in bed. How can I have Braxton Hicks when I'm not doing anything?"

"Well, had you been sleeping in the same position for a long time?" asked Doctor Rivera.

"I don't know. I guess so…"

"Did you have a full bladder?"

Regina wrinkled her nose. "Sí. I always do these days."

Emma chuckled slightly.

"There you go," the doctor smiled. "Braxton Hicks can occur when you have a full bladder, are very active, dehydrated. Or if you're having sex."

"¡Tienes que estar bromeando!" Regina exclaimed and looked utterly crestfallen. "It can happen while I…" she didn't finish the sentence. Just flushed a deep shade of pink.

Doctor Rivera was unphased by her flushing. Her answer was every bit professional. "It can, yes. But as long as you're careful and not doing anything too strenuous, there is a chance that it won't happen."

"Right…" Regina didn't sound overly happy with that answer, and Emma was immediately left wondering what kind of 'strenuous' activities she'd had in mind.

"Well then," Doctor Rivera said and grabbed the ultrasound wand. "Shall we see how baby is doing, Regina?"

"Oh yes!"

The cold gel was spread over Regina's stomach and Regina squirmed a little bit.

"Cold?" Emma said warmly, squeezing her girlfriend's hand again.

"Mhmm, sí. I'm fine with the baby kicking away inside me, but I'll never get used to the gel."

That had Emma laughing and pressing a gentle kiss to Regina's forehead.

"Here we go," Doctor Rivera said as she brought the ultrasound wand down on Regina's stomach. She moved it around on Regina's stomach for a while, and Regina winced. When Emma silently mouthed 'what?' Regina mouthed back 'I really need to pee', and made Emma laugh again.

Woosh-woosh-woosh-woosh. Woosh-woosh-woosh-woosh.

Here was something Emma would never get used to. Hearing their baby's heartbeat. Seeing his little face on the screen. "Oh my gosh," she said mushily. "Babe, look at that! He definitely looks different!"

"Sí, he's grown," Regina agreed. "Good!"

Emma stared mesmerized at grainy image of their baby's face. She could have sworn that he was lifting his little hand and waving at them.

"Perfectly healthy," Doctor Rivera told them. "Baby is growing exactly as he- or she- should. We are still not interested in knowing the sex?"

Emma and Regina looked at each other. Then said in unison: "no!" they had agreed on that while Regina was in the hospital. They wanted it to be a surprise.

"Well then, Baby Mills is the picture of a healthy baby. Good, strong heartbeat and following the weight curve perfectly. There is absolutely no indication that anything should have happened when you fell down the stairs. You have absolutely no reason to be worried about anything."

"Oh, that's wonderful!" Regina said. Now she was squeezing Emma's hand and Emma saw her eyes light up. That was when she realized that Regina definitely had been more worried than she led on.

"So I can live my life normally?" Regina asked with a slight grin.

"Sí. Well, as normally as you can with the broken ankle anyway. I believe that has to be a nuisance to you."

"It's not that bad," Regina brushed her off. "But Emma is going to New York in a week, and I would like to go with her. Can I?"

"Well, I'm going to take your blood pressure in a moment, and if that looks normal, then yes, there's absolutely no reason why you shouldn't be travelling."

Regina turned her head and looked at Emma. "Did you hear that, querida? I can go with you!"

"Honey, that's great!" Emma pecked her forehead again. "I can't wait!"

Regina was given tissues so she could wipe her belly free of the sticky gel, and once she was sitting upright again, Doctor Rivera took her blood pressure. Which was absolutely normal.

"You are good to go, señorita Mills," the doctor smiled. "Both you and the little one are doing perfectly fine."

"No cause for concern?"

"Absolutely no cause for concern," the doctor confirmed. "If you continue to be mindful of not doing anything too strenuous, and of course minding your broken ankle, you can do just about anything."

"Does that include…" Regina flushed and bit her lip. "You know…"

To Doctor Rivera's credit, she didn't laugh at Regina. Just said: "nothing too strenuous."

Regina looked like she was about to smirk. Emma felt the same. They could actually have sex again. It had been a long couple of weeks, but now they were 'back in business'. Regina was as healthy as a horse and so was Blueberry.

And soon they would be heading off to New York where Emma hopefully would convince the gallerist that her pictures were the ones that should be displayed on the wall. The future looked insanely bright, and Emma couldn't have been happier.

She had her arm wrapped around Regina's shoulder when they left Doctor Rivera's office, and as soon as they made it out on the street, Emma gently pulled Regina into an alleyway with her.

"What?" Regina asked with a chuckle.

Emma didn't answer. Simply bowed her head and kissed her girlfriend thoroughly. Right there in the alleyway. Didn't care about anybody potentially seeing them. The only thing she cared about was the way one of Regina's arms wrapped around her neck.

She had promised to make out with Regina after the visit to the doctor, and now seemed like a good time to start!

To Be Continued…

Spanish translations:

Joder= fuck

Relajarse= relax

Gracias, mi caballero= thank you, my knight

Por favor= Please

¿Cómo estás?= how are you?

¡Papá, eso es perfecto!= Daddy, that's perfect!

Ay dios mio= Oh my god

Tengo hambre= I'm hungry

¡Tienes que estar bromeando!= You have to be kidding me!