Emma woke. She wasn't particularly happy about it, though, and let out a low groan. Then she opened her eyes. Blinked a couple of times. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, but when they did, she noticed two things almost at the same time. It was three o'clock in the morning. And Regina was not in bed with her. Emma frowned softly and strained her ears. Usually, she could hear the pipes clucking in the bathroom if Regina was in there. But in this particular early hour, she couldn't hear anything. Meaning that Regina was not in the bathroom. Meaning that it was time to go investigate. You see, Emma did not particularly like when her pregnant girlfriend disappeared from bed in the middle of the night. And especially not when said girlfriend also happened to have a broken ankle.

Emma got out of bed and wandered into the hallway. The door to the bathroom was wide open. Regina was definitely not in there, then. She was a chronic 'door-locker' even though Emma had asked her not to do that. She was terrified that Regina would fall over and lie helpless because Emma couldn't get inside the bathroom.

She pushed the terrifying and unnecessary thoughts aside and continued through the hallway and into the living room.

She found what she was looking for there. Regina was laying flat on her back on the floor. Her hair was fanning out around her, and eyes were closed. Emma thought to herself that Regina looked like a princess. A pregnant princess. A pregnant princess with one leg incased in a cast. How the hell had she managed to lie down when she was using crutches?

Emma cleared her throat softly not to startle Regina.

Regina made a sort of humming sound in return. So she was not asleep after all even though it looked like she was.

"What are you doing out of bed?" Emma asked softly.

"Stretching my back," Regina answered. "My lower back started cramping."

"You should have woken me."

"I needed a flat surface to lie on."

"Oh. The cramping woke you up?"

"Sí."

"Shit. I'm sorry. Have you been in here for long?"

"Around thirty minutes or so." Regina stretched her arms high above her head.

"Is the pain any better then?"

"Mm, it's nearly gone now."

"That's good." Emma didn't succeed in hiding a yawn and ended up making a rather loud noise.

Regina snickered from the floor.

"Not to be a party pooper or anything," Emma said once she was done yawning. "But our plane to New York takes off at seven. Meaning that we have to at the airport at six. Meaning that we have to get up at five. And now it's three o'clock in the morning, if you catch my drift?"

"I do," Regina said, sitting up and reaching for her crutches. "You're right." She held on tight to both crutches as she tried to get up from the floor. She swayed and huffed as she tried her best not to put any pressure on her broken ankle.

"Okay, but that looks SO unsafe!" Emma exclaimed as she swiftly walked over to Regina and helped her up by holding on to her expanding waist.

"I had everything under control," Regina huffed.

"Sure you had," Emma said and tried not to laugh. "Come on. Back to bed."

"Sounds reasonable," Regina said, and Emma gently steered her back through the hallway and into the bedroom. She had a feeling that she was doing a better job than any of Regina's crutches ever could.

In the bedroom, she kept one arm tightly wrapped around Regina's waist as she carefully placed the crutches against the wall. Then she helped Regina sit down on the edge of the bed. "Which side do you want to lie on tonight?"

"My right side."

"Okay, let's do it," Emma said, half-jokingly. She grabbed the back of Regina's knee and lifted her leg up so her broken ankle was hanging in the air.

"This is turning into a farce," Regina mumbled as she lied down on her side. "I'm ready."

"You sure? You're comfortable?"

"Mhmm."

It didn't sound entirely convincing, but Emma still proceeded to the next point in their little 'farce'. She gently moved Regina's leg backwards and then laid it down on the waiting pillow Regina used at night. "There we are. How's that?"

"Está bien. Gracias."

"You're welcome, beautiful girl," Emma said warmly and yawned as she walked around the bed and climbed into it. Snuggled up to Regina and spooned her like she always did. Regina normally made a little humming sound of appreciation, but tonight she didn't. Instead Emma heard a sound that rather sounded like a hiss of pain. And plus, Regina was squirming.

"You are not comfortable," Emma observed. "Would you rather on your other side?" "No, I was laying on my other side before I got up. And the doctor said that it's important to change position."

"That's true," Emma agreed. "But you're not comfortable."

"I'm fine. I just need to settle."

"You're squirming," Emma firmly pointed out. "I can feel it. Now, would you please tell where it hurts so I can make it stop?"

That had Regina chuckling. Then admitting: "it's my back. Again. It's killing me tonight and I'm not sure why."

"Could it be because you're pregnant and backaches is a part of your symptoms?" Emma half teased as she pushed the covers aside slightly so she could find Regina's back. "Where does it hurt?" she gently touched a spot on Regina's lower back. "Right here?"

"A bit to the left."

"Okay…" Emma lifted Regina's long t-shirt so she could touch her bare skin. "How about right…... here?" she touched a new spot to the left.

"Ow!" Regina moaned. "¡Mierda!"

"Sorry, sorry," Emma hastily apologized. "I guess I found the spot."

"Sí." Regina's voice was a little strained.

"Don't worry, babe. I'll fix that back of yours in no time," Emma vowed. It was a bold vow. She had absolutely zero experience with giving backrubs. And the few ones Neal had given her, had sucked pretty badly.

Nonetheless, she went to work with the intention to fix Regina's back. She rubbed the sore spot over and over again until Regina said: "this is gonna sound properly weird, but is there any chance you can dig your fingers into that spot?"

"Isn't that going to hurt?" Emma asked doubtfully.

"Probably. But it's also going to loosen things up. I think."

"You think?"

"Just do it, querida. Por favor."

"Okay. Well, here goes nothing," Emma murmured as she dug her fingers into the sore spot on Regina's lower back.

"Ooooow!" Regina groaned. "¡Joder, eso duele como una perra!"

Emma winced on behalf of her. That was… a whole lot of cuss words. She didn't normally mind when Regina was cussing in the bedroom, but not out of pain, thank you very much!

"I'm hurting you," she said, fingers stilling on Regina's back. "I shouldn't be pressing so-"

"No, no, it's fine!" Regina insisted. "It's helping. Just… keep going!"

"Are you sure?"

"Sí!"

Emma still was a hundred percent doubtful, but she nevertheless dug her fingers into the same spot again.

Regina groaned strained once more and let out a series of Spanish curse words.

"I know that you're into pain, but this is a bit extreme," Emma commented as she went from digging her fingers into the painful spot to kneading the flesh instead.

"Hardy, har, har," Regina moaned. "I am not enjoying this, but it's very relieving!"

"Really?" Emma asked skeptically.

"Yeah, this is so much better than laying on the floor!"

"Well then," Emma gently kneaded the tender spot once more. "I'm glad I can help you."

"Me, too," Regina half-quipped. "I'm not sure what would have happened to my poor back if you hadn't been here."

"Well, it's a good thing you won't have to worry about that. How is Blueberry doing, by the way?"

"Oh, he's happily kicking," Regina chuckled. "I'm convinced that he knows you're there. He probably recognizes his mama's voice."

"Aww," Emma cooed as warmth flooded her. "I can't wait to meet him!"

"Me neither," Regina almost sighed, and the slight rustle of the covers told Emma that she had just put a hand on her growing belly. "I'm glad he's safe. I was so worried that I…. Well, you know."

"That didn't happen," Emma said firmly. "He is doing just fine. All happy and warm and safe in there."

"Let's hope he'll want to get out when the time comes," Regina joked.

"I think that'll happen automatically, sweetheart."

"Mmm." Regina seemed to ponder about something for a moment. Then she said: "at some point I have to read the chapters about giving birth, you know."

"We can read them together," Emma suggested and pressed her fingertips against the tender spot on Regina's back.

"Do you think I'll be able to take it?" Regina asked. "The pain, I mean?"

"I'll be right there with you, honey," Emma assured. "I don't care if you break my hand."

"Do you think I'll scream a lot?" Regina continued. "I know that it's normal to do, but I sort of hope that I won't. I once fell off a bike and Cora told me that crying about my scraped knee wouldn't make it hurt any less. I guess a part of me will see it is a failure if I scream."

Emma gnashed her teeth. "Listen to me, beautiful girl. There's nothing failure about screaming when giving birth, okay? It's completely natural, and I will think of you as the most badass woman on planet earth."

Regina chuckled in the darkness. "I'll take that. Thank you, querida."

"Anytime. How is the back doing now?"

"A whole lot better," Regina replied and stretched slightly. "I think I'll actually be able to sit down in the plane tomorrow."

"Happy to hear it. Want me to keep rubbing it?"

A low chuckle reached her ears, and Emma immediately knew why Regina was laughing. "Oh, you," she huffed. "I didn't mean it like that."

"But I did," Regina said, now half-groaning. "I miss sex!"

The bluntness had Emma chuckling. "Well," she drawled, pulling the word out. "Perhaps we can…. Test out the bed at the hotel. If your ankle doesn't hurt, obviously. Or any other part of you for that matter."

"It's hardly my ankle I have to use, is it?" Regina shot back and Emma noted that her voice sounded a bit rough around the edges now. Excited. Oh. It was a damn shame they had to get up so early tomorrow morning. Otherwise Emma wouldn't have minded to…. Rub other things.

Now she settled for pulling Regina a bit closer and burying her face in her hair. "Mmm," she hummed. "You always smell so fucking good."

Regina snickered. "You're giving me goosebumps, querida. We should have caught a later plane."

"Agree." They definitely should. Emma's thoughts had started straying the littlest bit. Now that Regina had been given the all clear to both travelling and more, it was so easy for her to let her imagination run wild. Regina wasn't the only one who had missed sex these past few weeks. So had Emma. She had missed hearing Regina groan and moan and exclaim in Spanish when the pleasure took hold of her.

"Blue," Regina murmured. "You're kicking me. Don't start using my bladder as a squeeze toy, because there's absolutely no way I'm getting out of bed!"

"You tell him," Emma half-laughed. "Show him who's the mami."

"You like that word far too much, querida," Regina observed. "But you better not start calling me 'mom' or 'mommy' after he's born! That'll mean the official end of our romantic relationship."

"We can't have that," Emma said and mock-shuddered. "There will be no 'mommy'. Ever."

"Good," Regina said firmly. "I like mami though. It sounds kinda…."

"Sexy?" Emma innocently suggested.

"Sí," Regina laughed. "Exactly."

Now it was Emma's turn to say 'good'. She too thought that 'mami' sounded rather sexy. A clear image of Regina would be. A hot mama. She told Regina that, and her throaty laughter filled the bedroom and made Emma's heart beat a little faster in her chest. Regina sounded so dreadfully sexy when she laughed. Once again, Emma's imagination ran amok….

They were up at the 'ass crack of dawn' as Emma dubbed it. They were both bleary eyed and all attempts at conversations were interrupted by loud yawns and following laughter.

"I wish I could have coffee," Regina said and looked longingly at the cup in Emma's hands.

"Sorry, honey. No coffee for you," Emma said softly. "But you can have as much tea as you want."

"Right. Tea." Regina wrinkled her nose as she took a sip of said hot beverage. "Maybe it doesn't taste very good, but maybe it can wake me up."

"And if not, you can sleep on the plane," Emma suggested.

"Mmm. If Blueberry allows it. He seems very…. Awake right now."

"Oh," Emma chuckled. "You reckon he's excited to go travelling?"

"Baby's first trip to New York," Regina joked and took a bite of her slice of toast.

"Maybe we can travel to New York with him once he's actually born?" Emma suggested and smiled at the thought. Images of herself and Regina pushing a pram down the streets of New York flooded her mind. As did images of Regina sitting on the porch of a beach house with a tiny bundle in her arms. Aww.

"Sí, that could be so much fun!" Regina said eagerly. She stuffed the last bit of toast inside her mouth. Then wrinkled her nose as she looked at the glass containing the healthy smoothie her doctor had recommended her to drink at least once a week. The smoothie was packed with vitamins and vegetables and all that good stuff. But it tasted horrible, she said. Something Emma could vouch for because she had tasted it too.

"Eww." Regina said plainly as she eyed the glass full of thick, green liquid with tiny bits of….stuff in it. "It looks like something straight out of a witch's kettle!"

"It's not that bad," Emma said automatically.

Regina gave her a look.

"Okay, it looks pretty terrible," Emma agreed. "But it's apparently healthy for you, sooo…."

"Las cosas que hago por ti," Regina half-grumbled as she patted her belly. Then she grabbed the glass with one hand. She used the fingers on her free hand to pinch her nostrils. Then, in one big gulp, she gobbled the liquid down. Her face contorted and her mouth twisted. "Dios mio, that is so gross!"

"I'm sorry, beautiful girl. But now you don't have to take it until-"

"Tomorrow." Regina bitterly finished the sentence. She treated herself to another large sip of her tea.

They continued eating breakfast. A bit quicker than they normally would. They were on a schedule, after all.

After having eaten breakfast, came the next challenge. Compression stockings. Okay, a singular compression stocking, but still, Regina was less than amused and she frowned as Emma smoothened the stocking on her thigh. "Flying when pregnant is very glamorous, isn't it?" she huffed.

"Don't worry, you look very sexy wearing a compression stocking," Emma assured and grinned a little. "You look nice in everything."

Regina huffed again and reached for her pants.

Emma helped her. Of course. Regina lifted her bottom so Emma could tug up the pants. "There we are," Emma said. "Want me to button them too?"

"God no," Regina said and appeared to be wincing slightly. "Then I'll only start thinking about…. Things, and we don't have time for that right now."

"Right then," Emma said and grinned slightly as she watched Regina button her pants. She would have loved knowing what 'things' exactly Regina was thinking about. But perhaps her girlfriend was right. Now was not the time nor place for that. So instead of asking, she settled for watching as Regina hobbled over to the mirror and looked at herself. She looked very nice today. She had traded her usual sundresses for a pair of jeans and a Bordeaux silk button down shirt. Her hair was tied back in a complicated fishtail braid.

"You look great," Emma said warmly.

"Thank you, querida," Regina smiled. "Though I'm not sure about the jeans. I can't wrap my head around the stretchy part." She grabbed what Emma knew was the elastic band in her jeans and made it snap back against her belly.

"I wish my jeans could do that," Emma snickered. "Seriously, it looks so comfortable!"

"It is," Regina said with a grin. "I might continue wearing them after Blueberry is born."

"Can't blame you. How's the stocking?"

"Tight. Annoying. But unfortunately necessary too."

"And the ankle?"

"It's okay. We should get going," Regina said firmly. "I don't want us to be late!"

"We won't. But our ride will probably be here in a moment, so… Are you ready to go, beautiful girl? Do you need the bathroom before we leave?"

"Hmm…." Regina shifted as she considered. "No," she said after a moment. "I don't need the bathroom."

"Are you sure?"

"Sí. Come on, querida, let's get going." Regina grabbed her crutches and eyed her suitcase.

"Absolutely not," Emma said firmly as she swooped in as fast as the coursing river and grabbed Regina's suitcase as well as her own.

"That's heavy!" Regina protested.

"Nah, it's not. Plus, I work out, so even if it is heavy, it won't be a problem," Emma teased.

Regina's gaze immediately went to Emma's arms. As it so often did. Emma had discovered long ago that Regina had a thing for her arms. Something that had Emma working even harder in the gym when it was 'arm-day'.

"Do you need a moment?" she couldn't resist teasing Regina a little. "Want me to flex or something?"

Regina snapped out of it. "Cállate."

Emma laughed softly at the look on Regina's face. "Come on, you. Let's get going."

Together they left the apartment, and after having locked the door, they headed for the elevator which thankfully had started working again. Regina used her crutch to push the button and made Emma laugh, and after a moment, the elevator dinged, and the doors slurped open.

The elevator was already occupied by a single person. A grey haired, elderly lady wearing bright pink lipstick and blue eyeshadow. Emma immediately recognized her as Regina's neighbor. The irritating one who had grabbed Regina's belly and then cursed her when Regina had asked her not to do so.

The elderly lady clearly hadn't forgotten the incident. She glared at them as they entered the elevator. Regina glared right back at her, and her voice was laced with ice cold politeness as she said: "buenos días, Sra. Hernandez. ¿Cómo estás?"

The senora in question huffed. Glanced at Regina's belly and said: "Demasiado joven para ser madre."

"Demasiado vieja para ser amarga," Regina said without skipping a beat.

Senora Hernandez huffed again. "¡Eres una chica muy grosera!" the door to the elevator opened again and she stepped outside.

"Adiós, Sra. Hernández. ¡Qué tengas un lindo día!" Regina called after her, and then, once the doors were closed again: "¡Vieja bruja gruñona!"

"What was that about?" Emma asked.

"Well, I said good morning and asked how she was doing. She is clearly still insulted and said that I was too young to be a mother. So I told her that she was too old to be bitter. She then called me a 'very rude girl'. Then I wished her a good day. And then I might have called her a grumpy old witch," Regina summarized and rolled her dark eyes. "Not my finest hour, but at least she didn't hear me."

"Well, she is a grumpy old witch," Emma agreed with her girlfriend.

"And she really doesn't like me," Regina said darkly. "There was this one time where almost the entire building was woken up in the middle of the night because of certain noises of… pleasure, and the next morning I found a note attached to my door telling me to stop being so loud when having a 'young man' over. Signed by Señora Hernandez."

"You're kidding me?!"

"I wish that I was," Regina said bitterly. "And just so we're clear, it wasn't me."

"I didn't assume that it was," Emma said and gave her a little squeeze. "But was it ever resolved who it was, though?"

"Sí, it was Alessandra who lives next to me. I know because I got a glimpse of the guy leaving her apartment late when I came home from a shift. She got pretty embarrassed and apologized to me. I guess she had heard about the note on my door."

"And what did you do?"

"Nothing." Regina shrugged. "I kept her secret and threw out the notes from the Hernandez-hag just as fast as they were coming. Alessandra's a nice woman. I didn't want to put her through the Hernandez-wringer."

"Wow," Emma said impressed. "That was really big of you. Not everyone would have done that."

Regina shrugged lightly. "I'm looking forward to leaving this building. I like my apartment, but…."

"You want a new horizon?" Emma guessed.

"Sí. And I wouldn't mind if that horizon was you, querida."

"Are you flirting with me?" Emma half-laughed.

"Sí. Siempre."

The elevator doors dinged a second time and Emma and Regina stepped out. Made it to the street door. Emma gallantly opened it so Regina could hobble through, and after a moment, Emma followed her with their suitcases in hand.

Their 'ride' was already there. Of course. He was nothing if not punctual.

Henry smiled widely in greeting. "¡Buenos dias!"

"Buenos dias, Henry," Emma said, grinning just as widely as he did. "Right on time!"

"¿Papi? ¿Qué estás haciendo aquí?" Regina asked, confusion etched onto her face. Then, looking at Emma. "Did you….?"

"Sí," Emma teased. "I texted him yesterday, and we agreed that a little surprise was in order."

"Don't you know it can be dangerous to surprise a pregnant woman?" Regina half-huffed.

Henry laughed as he engulfed her in a hug. "Come on, Mija. You mustn't miss your plane!"

Both Emma and Henry insisted that Regina should be sitting in the front seat. Regina didn't seem to want to at first, but Emma argued that she needed plenty of leg room. Regina could not overrule that, so she took the front seat. Henry helped her in while Emma stuffed her crutches into the boot of the car, and soon they were on their way.

"You didn't have to drive us, daddy," Regina lightly chastised. "We could have just taken a taxi."

"What nonsense," Henry huffed. "Of course I should drive and send you off to New York. And wish my daughter-in-law good luck."

"Emma doesn't need any luck," Regina laughed while Emma silently melted over being called 'daughter-in-law' by Henry. That was really sweet.

"She'll ace the meeting with Mrs. Adamson no matter what!" Regina confidently finished the sentence.

"Let's not get too optimistic, please," Emma said hastily. "She just wants to meet me- us- and see the portfolio. That doesn't necessarily mean that-"

"Yes, it does," Regina interrupted. "You're brilliant, querida. The sooner you realize that, the better."

"Reggie is right," Henry agreed. "I'm sure-"

"-Less of the 'Reggie', please."

"-That Señora Adamson will love your photos," Henry continued, clearly pretending that Regina hadn't said anything.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, guys. Now I'm really nervous," Emma said, only partially joking. She was a bit anxious about the upcoming meeting with Mrs. Adamson, so she actually hadn't thought as far. Right now, she preferred thinking of this as a little mini vacation to New York with Regina. A 'baby-moon' of sorts. They would be staying in a nice hotel in a great city. They could do some sightseeing and some shopping, and with any luck, her meeting with Mrs. Adamson wouldn't be a complete bust. She was glad that Regina was by her side. She wouldn't have enjoyed travelling alone. And especially not while knowing that Regina was limping around on crutches in Spain.

Now she could limp around on crutches in New York instead. Emma hoped that it wouldn't turn out to be too much for Regina. But if it was, she would be renting a wheelchair for her. She didn't care how proud Regina was. If her ankle was sore, she would HAVE to accept being wheeled around. Period. Emma was not about to let her pregnant girlfriend tire herself.

"You gone all quiet," Regina observed. "Is everything okay, mi amor?"

"Yup, just excited about going," Emma replied. It wasn't a lie. She WAS excited about going. But at the same time, there was no reason to reveal her wheelchair- plans just yet.

Henry made eye contact with her in the rearview mirror, and Emma shook her head discreetly. Because she knew exactly what Henry silently was asking her. If she had heard anything from Cora. He had asked her the same thing ever since Emma had told her that she had spoken to Cora. That much she had told him. But she hadn't told him everything. Exactly like she hadn't told Regina the truth.

Emma saw the disappointment in Henry's eyes and bit the inside of her cheek. Why hadn't Cora come by when Regina was in the hospital? Or after she had been discharged? Emma was disappointed. For a brief moment, she had actually thought that she had gotten through to Cora. But apparently not...

In the airport, they parted ways with Henry who gave each of them a big hug. He wished Emma good luck and kissed her twice on each kiss. He kissed Regina in the same fashion, plus an extra kiss to the forehead (which was absolutely adorable to watch!) and instructed her to take good care of his grandchild.

"¡Por supuesto!" Regina assured, smiling widely as she patted her round belly. "I'll guard him like a treasure."

"Good," Henry chuckled. "Have a good trip and make sure to text me once you have arrived."

"I'll do that," Regina assured. "In the meantime, promise me that you'll look after your blood pressure and not eat too much red meat. And take it easy on the chocolate!"

That had Emma laughing. Regina sounded so bossy.

"I promise," Henry said solemnly, and Emma laughed even harder when she saw him grimace over Regina's shoulder. He clearly was not satisfied with Regina's orders. Emma sympathized with him. No red meat and no chocolate? Man, that had to suck!

After one last hug and even more well-wishes and good luck's, Emma and Regina went to check in their luggage. That went over smoothly, but there was a slight issue when they were supposed to go to the gate. The gate was far away. Very far away. Emma glanced doubtfully at Regina's cast incased leg and her crutches. Then her gaze wandered towards one of the wheelchairs standing parked near the door.

"No." Regina said, voice firm and expression pinched. Had she been able to, she probably would have crossed her arms too.

"Please?" Emma asked.

"No!"

"Honey, it's a long way to the gate," Emma said softly, gently trying to make her now cross girlfriend see sense. "Too long to hobble on crutches. I don't want you to strain yourself."

"I will not strain myself," Regina claimed and puffed out her chest. "I can walk!"

She was starting to look properly pissed off so Emma abandoned ship. "Okay," she relented. "Okay. No wheel chair."

"Good!" Regina said tightly. "Are you coming then?"

"Yeah, coming."

Emma followed Regina as she limped towards the gate. Her crutches clicked against the floor. She was actually moving rather fast, and Emma suspected that she was trying to make a point.

"I'm sorry," she said. "Please don't be mad. Please?"

"I'm not mad," Regina grunted. "I'm frustrated. That is something completely different, querida. Why couldn't it just have been my arm that I had broken?"

"I would have preferred if you hadn't broken anything," Emma muttered and felt another surge of rage towards Marian.

"Me too. But an arm would have been better than this- oh, Mierda!" Regina yelped when one of her crutches slipped on a patch of wet floor. In order not to fall, she put pressure on her broken ankle and cussed under her breath followed by a series of heartfelt: "ow, ow, ow!"

"Okay!" Emma exclaimed, hastily grabbing Regina by the waist to prevent a disaster. "I'm sorry, beautiful girl, but this walking thing is not happening! Not when the floor is wet!"

"Yeah, no, maybe you're right," Regina groaned. "That really hurt!"

"Stay completely still," Emma instructed. "Don't move, okay? I'll be right back!" without waiting for an answer, she turned around and jogged in the direction they had come from. It didn't take long before she reached the little cluster of wheelchairs. Emma pulled one of them free and the tires squealed slightly as she raced it back to where Regina was still standing balancing on her crutches.

Regina huffed slightly as she eyed the wheelchair. "Right. This is what my life has come to."

"For now," Emma corrected and because Regina had started to look a bit defeated, she immediately made light of the situation: "your carriage awaits, Milady," she said solemnly and even bowed after having brushed a hand lightly over the seat on the wheelchair.

"You are a very silly woman, Emma Swan," Regina said but nevertheless smiled as she sat down in the wheelchair. "Thank you."

"Anytime," Emma said lightly. "Does your ankle hurt a lot?"

"No, it was only for a moment when I put pressure on it. I'm okay now."

"Good. Are you comfortable?"

"Sí. It's a very soft seat."

"Excellent. Then let's go to the gate! You ready?"

Regina chuckled. "You don't have to ask me. You can just… wheel me off."

"You're right. I can." A devilish idea popped up in Emma's mind. Snickering quietly, she drew the wheelchair back a few steps.

"What are you doing?" Regina asked.

"Vroom-vroom," Emma teased.

"Don't you dare, Emma Swan!"

But that was just it, Emma DID dare. She dared so much, she started running. Racing the wheelchair down the broad hallway while still making 'vroom-vroom'-sounds. Was it ridiculous? Yes, absolutely.

Was there a chance that a security guard would spot them and put an end to their fun? Sure.

But was it all worth it?

Fuck yes.

Because Regina was laughing and squealing as though she was on a giant roller coaster and not in a wheelchair. That was exactly what Emma had hoped for. What she wanted. For Regina to laugh all the way to New York…...

To Be Continued…..

Spanish translations:

Está bien. Gracias= It's fine. Thank you.

¡Mierda!= Fuck!

Por favor= please.

¡Joder, eso duele como una perra!= Fuck that hurts like a bitch!

Siempre= Always.

Buenos dias= Good morning.

¿Papi? ¿Qué estás haciendo aquí?= Daddy? What are you doing here?

¡Por supuesto!= Of course!