"Oh. My. God!"

Regina made a face. "Emma, querida, try to contain yourself."

Emma could not contain herself. She was beyond containing herself. In fact she was losing her shit. And for a very good reason.

Regina was wearing dungarees.

A striped sweater.

And dungarees.

Maternity dungarees.

Yeah, damn right Emma was losing her shit. She was NOT prepared for that level of adorableness. Regina's belly seemed more prominent than ever, and Emma just had to rush over there and touch it. Again and again and again. "Fucking hell, you look SO adorable!"

"Gracias," Regina chuckled. "I was inspired by a pregnancy-magazine. Apparently, you haven't been properly pregnant unless you wear a pair of overalls. Not my usual style, but…"

"I'm gonna need you to wear these all the time," Emma said plainly as she fondly rubbed Regina's belly. "'Morning, kiddo!"

"Oof," Regina made a face and wiggled out of Emma's grasp. "Bathroom. Now."

"Again?" Emma chuckled.

"Sí, querida. Again. It's your fault. You woke Blueberry and made him use my bladder as a squeeze toy."

"Oops. Sorry!" Emma called after her girlfriend as said girlfriend sped-limped towards the bathroom. "Do you need help?"

"No, Emma. I'm perfectly capable of peeing on my own."

"Fair enough. Don't fall over though."

"Wasn't planning on it."

"Goodie." Emma stuffed her phone into her purse and zipped it. They were going to Brooklyn today. Regina had been looking forward to it all morning, and Emma was hoping. Hoping that everything would somehow magically resolve once they got to Brooklyn. She hoped that they would run into Cora's lover and that she would fess up and admit everything. Emma needed her to admit everything. She needed to not have secrets for Regina anymore. It was eating her up. So much that she had made a decision. If they did not 'accidentally' run into Malaina today, she would be calling Cora. And force her hand if she had to. Sometime overnight, Emma had come to her senses and realized that the more she lied to Regina, the more she was jeopardizing everything. If she kept lying, she wouldn't be much better than Neal even though cheating was not a part of why she was lying. It didn't matter. Couples were honest with each other. Emma was sick of keeping Cora Mills' secrets. Cora had failed to show up at the hospital, and now Emma was entirely done with her. No more lying and sneaking around.

There was a slight thud, a muffled 'oops', and Emma's attention was immediately roused. She lifted her head. "What just happened?"

"Nada."

"Did you fall?" Emma asked. Obviously immediately concerned.

"No. I just knocked something over," came the reply from the bathroom. "And I can't really pick it up. Bending over is…"

"Tricky," Emma finished the sentence. "Don't even try! I'll get it."

"Fair enough."

There was a bit more rattling and then Regina came hobbling into the bedroom again.

Emma couldn't help but laugh. Regina looked so ridiculously cute in her dungarees.

"Are you gonna keep wearing that goofy grin all day?" Regina asked as she checked her appearance in the full-figure mirror.

"Sí," Emma teased. Yeah, she was definitely going to wear the 'goofy' grin all day! Seriously, that striped sweater and those dungarees! And the fact that Regina had piled her hair into a bun and stuck a pencil through said bun only made Emma's 'aww-barometer' go up even higher. Regina looked like something right out of the 70's, and Emma was here for it!

"Maybe I should change into something else," Regina snickered, reaching up and touching her bun.

"Oh, don't you fucking dare!" Emma mock-growled. "If you do, I'll…."

"Mmm? What will you do, querida?" Regina purred and winked at Emma.

Emma laughed as she walked over to Regina and wrapped her arms around her waist. And belly. "I'll tell you when we get back. Or maybe I'll show you."

"Oooooh," Regina cooed. "I like the sound of that, mi amor."

"I figured you would." Emma rubbed her belly tenderly. "Are you ready to leave? Your trusty steed is awaiting…"

Regina scoffed. "Don't you mean the wheelchair?"

"Trusty steed sounds better."

"Mmm." Regina glanced down at her cast-incased foot. "I'm sick of not being able to walk properly!"

"Yeah. I understand that," Emma said sympathetically and kissed Regina's temple. Regina had worn the cast for three weeks out of six weeks. Meaning that she had three more weeks left. By the time that stupid cast finally came off, Regina would be VERY pregnant. Well, she already was, but she would be…. Even more pregnant.

"Do you think I'll ever be able to dance again?" Regina asked and sounded a bit miserable all the sudden.

"Yeah. Of course!" Emma quickly assured. "Maybe not at twenty seven weeks pregnant, but you'll definitely dance again, beautiful girl."

"I hope you're right," Regina grumbled. "I'm tired of hobbling around and feeling useless!"

"Hey now," Emma gently scolded. "You are so not useless!"

"Well, I feel like it," Regina said and jutted out her bottom lip. "The next time we're going to New York, I won't be going in a wheelchair!"

"Deal!" Emma said, giving her girlfriend a little squeeze. That deal was one she was more than willing to make. No more wheelchair for Regina. She said that to Regina who chuckled and joked:

"No more crazy wives for me."

"You're right, there'll be absolutely none of that either," Emma said even more firmly. "Because if I ever see Marian again, I'll wring her neck."

"Eres muy sexy cuando haces amenazas de muerte."

"Huh? You said something about me being sexy, but I didn't understand the rest of it."

"You don't need to," Regina teased. "Shall we?"

"Yup. Sit down," Emma said, taking Regina by the hand and leading her over to the waiting wheelchair.

"Gracías," Regina said, only sounding slightly bitter as she plopped down in the wheelchair.

"It won't last forever," Emma said gently, patting Regina's shoulder softly. "I know that doesn't help much right now, but…"

"No, you're right," Regina said, looking over her shoulder and smiled at Emma. "I shouldn't be so negative."

"You're six months pregnant and has a broken ankle. You're allowed to complain once in a while," Emma assured her.

Regina laughed. "Well. This was me complaining then."

"Good for you!" Emma patted her girlfriend's shoulder again. Then she grabbed onto the wheelchair. "Ready to vroom-vroom?"

"No!" Regina said immediately. "Don't you dare, Emma Swan! I'm not getting into trouble again!"

"You're no fun," Emma joked and mock pouted. "But fine. No speeding. I got it."

"I once got a speeding ticket," Regina almost mused.

"Me too. And it was my own dad who wrote it," Emma shook her head. "It's an uphill battle when your dad is the sheriff."

"Good for your dad," Regina chuckled.

"How dare you," Emma growled. Then she steered the wheelchair out of the hotel.

She was definitely smirking a little bit when they reached the empty elevator. Couldn't help thinking about those lovely kisses they had shared on the evening they arrived. Regina on the other hand was more engaged with scrolling through her phone and making little 'mm-hmm' noises while doing so.

"Anything good?" Emma asked curiously. "What are you reading about?"

"'The perfect birth'," Regina quoted, glancing back at Emma over her shoulder.

Emma frowned. "Is that even a thing?"

"Well, from what I've read, it depends on the woman," Regina said, looking back at her phone again. "Some of them thinks that having an epidural is the perfect experience. Some of them thinks that the 'natural way' is perfect, and some of them says that a c-section was the right choice for them, and I'm just wondering what would be right for me."

"Oh," Emma said, nodding. Now that Regina was getting closer to the birth, it was only natural that she was thinking about it. Emma understood that.

"I mean, Cora has always made a point of telling me that she gave birth 'the natural way' and has also heavily implied that the women who gets an epidural are wusses, but if it hurts, it hurts, right?" Regina said. "There's nothing wrong with getting an epidural for the pain."

"Of course there isn't," Emma said firmly. "Absolutely not. I personally think it's nice to know that option exists if things becomes too much."

"Sí." Regina put her phone away and sighed. "There are so many things you have to think about with the birth."

"Yeah, there is," Emma agreed and gave her shoulder a little squeeze. "Good thing I'm here to help you think if you need it."

Regina snickered softly. "Sí. It is." She went silent for a moment. Then she turned her head and looked at Emma again. "There is actually something I've been thinking about."

"Alright," Emma said and couldn't resist dipping down and kissing the top of Regina's head. "And what's that?"

"Do you think your mom would want to come to the birth if I asked her?" Regina sounded a little shy. "Or do you think she would think it's weird?"

"What, no!" Emma said immediately. "Of course not! Are you kidding me? She would die if she knew you wanted her to be there when her grandkid is born!"

Regina chuckled slightly. Then grimaced. "I'm afraid I have a bit of an ulterior motive." Another grimace. "Cora is not gonna be there, we both know that. My dad will, but obviously he's not a woman, and I would really appreciate having someone there who has been through it and knows what's going on."

"I totally understand that," Emma said and hated Cora again. "Absolutely."

"And my mother-in-law just so happens to be the sweetest woman I have ever met," Regina added. "She has always been so good at giving me tips and advices, so I figured-"

"You figured correctly," Emma gently interrupted. "Ask her. Seriously, Regina, ask her. She would be over the moon!"

"It's a long way to Spain," Regina mused. "Unless I'm in Storybrooke when the time comes. I'll pay for her plane ticket. Their plane ticket. Obviously, your dad should come too. If he wants to, obviously."

"Of course he will," Emma said. "You won't be paying for any plane ticket, though. But you will however ask my mom. Soon. Right?"

"Sí," Regina confirmed. "Soon."

"That's my girl," Emma praised, kissing the top of her head again. "Have you been thinking about this for a long time?"

"No, not that long. The idea first popped into my head when your mom skyped me when I was still in the hospital. She was so sweet and caring and I just figured…" Regina ended the sentence with a shrug.

"Since you were in hospital? Regina, that is a long time," Emma sighed.

"Is it?"

"Yes. And you know it."

"Ooops," Regina let out a sound that definitely was a giggle.

Emma sighed dramatically. "What am I gonna do with you?"

"I've got several ideas," Regina purred. "Y todas ellas son traviesas…"

"I have no idea what that meant, but it sounded like you were suggesting-"

The doors to the elevator slurped open and an older man in a suit stepped in.

"Something that could have been interesting," Emma half-heartedly finished the sentence and cleared her throat. "So… What do you want for dinner tonight?"

Regina started laughing. Until the elderly man shot her a look. Then she scolded her features. "No sé," she said. "But I know a place in Brooklyn that makes these really good buffalo wings, so if you feel up for it, we could hang out there until tonight and have some dinner? My treat."

Emma immediately opened her mouth to argue.

"No fue una sugerencia," Regina said firmly. "It'll be MY treat."

"Okay, okay," Emma said, secretly loving when Regina got all bossy. "Your treat. Got it. And buffalo wings sounds awesome."

"My dad and I used to go out for buffalo wings every time we were in Brooklyn," Regina remembered. "It was a good time. Obviously, Cora wasn't there, she was too busy pretending that she didn't belong in Brooklyn. But it was a great time for me and my dad."

The elevator door opened again, and Emma wheeled Regina out. "Buffalo wings it is," she said, squeezing Regina's shoulder slightly. "It's a date."

"Ooooh," Regina cooed. "Does that mean I get a goodnight kiss?"

"You…" Emma abruptly stopped the wheelchair right in the lobby. "Can have a good morning kiss right now." She dipped down and pecked Regina's lips. "Good morning."

"Good morning," Regina snickered. "That was nice."

"I agree," Emma laughed. "It was very nice." As she wheeled the wheelchair towards the door, she noticed that some of the hotel guests were smiling. They clearly found Emma and Regina to be adorable. Good. Emma wasn't so sure about herself, but Regina definitely looked cute. God, those dungarees! And that hair! Everything about Regina was just too good to be true today.

The New York air was a bit chilly today, and Emma immediately started fussing and complaining that she hadn't brought a blanket to lay over Regina's knees.

"I'm not an old lady, querida," Regina chuckled. "I don't need a blanket. And besides, you know I'm always warm."

"Yeah, I know that." Emma smiled slyly. Last night she had been awakened by Regina who suddenly sat up in bed and pulled off her long t-shirt, declaring that she was 'sweating buckets'. That had obviously meant that Regina had been extremely topless when going back to sleep. And obviously, Emma had suddenly been extremely awake. Safe to say that they hadn't slept that much for the rest of the night. As wonderful as it had been, Emma wasn't free of feeling slightly guilty now. She knew that she and Regina were going to Brooklyn today, and she had still chosen to engage in 'late night activities'. Oops. Perhaps not the smartest idea. If Regina was tired today, it was entirely Emma's fault.

But Regina didn't look particularly tired, though. She was smiling and chatting. And glancing when a woman with a pram walked past them.

"Jealous?" Emma asked softly and warmly.

"Yeah," Regina admitted and the pencil in her hair bounced up and down as she laughed. "You gotta admit that looks nice."

"The baby or pushing the pram?" Emma asked a bit goofily.

"Both," Regina said immediately. She reached back and gave Emma's hand a little pat. "Pretty soon that's gonna be us, querida."

"I can't wait," Emma said longingly. She literally could not wait to walk down the street and push a pram with Regina by her side.

"Oh, we have to catch the bus, mi amor!" Regina exclaimed.

"Shit, you're right!"

And that was how they ended engaging in another wheelchair-race.

They caught the bus. Fortunately enough. It was a bit difficult for Emma to maneuver the wheelchair into the bus, but a nice woman helped her. While Regina was still sitting in the wheelchair. Emma nearly had a heart attack when Regina suggested that she could hobble into the bus on her own. Yeah, no. Absolutely not. The distance between the bus floor and the ground was fairly high. Extremely hard to do on crutches. Extremely hard to do when six months pregnant AND on crutches.

And so Regina was lifted into the bus. Like the queen she was, Emma joked once they had thanked the woman who had helped them.

"I'm a queen and a bit more refined," Regina said in a voice that was one or two octaves deeper than normally.

Emma gave her girlfriend a look. She had no idea her voice could do that. But she would definitely ask her to do it again. Soon. In a more private setting.

Regina seemed unaware that she had done anything that could be defined as sexy, though. She was squirming slightly in the wheelchair. Muttering something under her breath that sounded like: "¡Mierda, me duele la espalda!"

"What's that?" Emma asked. Ever the attentive girlfriend.

"My back is a bit sore," Regina answered. "Probably from sitting down."

"Oh." Emma frowned. She knew that the best cure for that was to either stand up or walk around, but she didn't like the idea of Regina hobbling around in a moving bus.

"Don't worry," Regina chuckled, easily reading Emma's mind. "I'll do all the walking once we get to Brooklyn." With that she reached within her bag and found that bounty chocolate bar she had taken from the minibar before they left. She tore off the wrapping paper and took a bite of the chocolate. Emma saw the joy gleam in her eyes. And she saw something else too. A tiny boy, no older than four with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes coming staggering towards Regina's wheelchair.

Emma nearly lost her shit again. Because not only was this little boy insanely adorable. He also wore a pair of dungarees. Like Regina. Fuck, what was the chances, even?! Had Emma been just a smidge crazier, she definitely would have snapped a picture of Regina with her 'twin'. Her dungaree-twin.

The little boy came closer and closer, but once he was there, the bus stopped for red light, making the little boy sway dangerously.

Regina made a sound that sounded like 'oop' as she swiftly reached forward and supported the little boy before he could fall on his face. "Careful," she smiled.

"Thank you," the boy said, and Emma smiled because it sounded like 'tank you'. And because Regina always got the attention of children no matter where she went.

"You're welcome," Regina smiled. "Now, what can I do for you, young man?"

The boy giggled for a moment before focusing on the bounty chocolate bar still in Regina's free hand. "Chocolate?" he asked in what Emma suspected was his sweetest voice.

Regina frowned in confusion for a moment. Then it dawned on her. "You're asking if you can have a piece of chocolate? Is that it?"

The boy nodded eagerly.

"Oh, I don't know about that, dear," Regina said and glanced around in the bus. "You'll have to ask your mom about that."

As on cue, a tall woman with blonde hair came briskly walking through the bus. "Ethan," she said slightly exasperated. "What did I tell you about wandering off?"

"Not to," the toddler said cleverly, and Emma had to cough to mask a snicker.

"That's right," his mother said, raising an eyebrow but looking like she too was about to smile. "And what did I tell you about asking strangers for sweets?"

"Not to," the toddler said again and smiled brightly at his mom. Clearly proud for knowing the right answer.

"That's right," his mother said once more, and now she was really smiling. "And yet I find you doing both. Why is that, Ethan?"

"Hungry," Ethan said simply, glancing longingly at the chocolate bar in Regina's hand.

"I see." Now his mom was laughing.

So was Emma. She couldn't help it.

"Can I have chocolate?" Ethan asked, looking at his mom but sneaking closer to Regina. "Please?" he was clearly asking them both.

"Well…." His mom glanced towards Regina.

"If it's okay with you, then it's okay with me," Regina half-chuckled.

"Alright then," the mom chuckled. "Ask the nice lady if you can have some. But remember to be polite."

The little boy gave Regina his sweetest smile and batted his big blue eyes. "May I please have some chocolate, ma'am?"

Emma laughed behind her hand. Regina being referred to as 'ma'am' was hilarious. Regina took it in strides. "Yes, of course," she beamed as she broke a piece of chocolate off and handed it to the little boy. "Here you go, Ethan."

"Thank you!" the boy gave her a big smile. "Thank you, ma'am!"

"You're welcome, dear," Regina chuckled.

"Alright, you little charmer," the mother interrupted, taking her son's free hand. "That's enough begging for one day. Come on, you."

With one last smile, the little boy toddled along after his mom back through the bus and Emma immediately began teasing Regina about the 'ma'am'….

Their first stop in Brooklyn was of course lunch. Duh. Regina half-sheepishly joked that she was chronically hungry, and Emma shrugged and said that so was she.

They found a nice little place where they had burgers and fries for lunch. And cream soda. That still ranked high on Regina's list, and Emma was still amused by it.

After lunch, they continued their exploration of Brooklyn. They ended up at the enormous outdoors flea market. Emma happily wheeled Regina around between the stalls, and they spent hours looking at the things for sale. Exactly like they had done in Madrid. And exactly like in Madrid, both of them ended up buying ridiculously ugly t-shirts for their fathers. The one Emma chose for her father had a large beaver dancing, and the t-shirt Regina chose for her dad was bright orange and had little pizza slices dotted all over.

"Nice," Emma grinned. "I bet your dad is gonna love that."

"Of course he will," Regina mock huffed. "He'll probably be wearing it every single day."

"Even to work?"

"Mmm, especially to work." Regina laughed and ran her fingers over the shirt. "The fabric is very soft. Maybe I should buy one for myself. Seems great to sleep in."

"No!" Emma exclaimed so loud Regina turned her head and looked at her.

"Sorry," Emma said a bit sheepishly. "I just… I like when you sleep in my shirts."

"Oh," Regina chuckled and gave her hand another little pat. "Maybe you should buy me one, then."

It was clearly meant as a joke, but Emma chose to take her up on it. "We'll have another of those shirts, please," she said to the woman in the boot.

"Emma, no!" Regina protested.

"Emma, yes," Emma laughed as she paid for a second shirt with little pizza slices dotted all over. "There we are. I'll wear it tonight, and then it's yours for the rest of the time. How about that?"

"You are absolutely loca," Regina said flatly.

"And yet you love me like crazy, right?"

"I never claimed not to," Regina said haughtily. "Would you mind stopping the wheelchair? I wanna walk for a little while."

"Sure thing. How is the back doing?"

"Ouch," Regina said plainly as she carefully got on her feet and began hobbling through the market.

Emma was trailing closely behind her with the wheelchair. Not to nag, but just to show Regina that she was here if Regina needed to sit down.

Regina seemed very happy to be up and about, though. She had gotten pretty fast on crutches actually…

After the flea market, they hit the museum and spent a solid amount of time there. Regina was partially walking, partially using the wheelchair. She was smiling and happy. Exactly as she should be.

Emma was growing slightly anxious though. After the museum, she was hoping they could 'accidentally' find the art gallery Malaina owned. And she hoped that they 'accidentally' could run into the woman a second time. She was not expecting any miracles, but she did hope that meeting Regina a second time could somehow tickle Malaina's conscience and make her realize that it was time to be honest with Cora's daughter.

Her plan kept her distracted and Regina pointed that out a few times. Emma managed to laugh and joke herself out of the situation, but her conscience was burning. She felt like a villain for having ulterior motives with coming here, and she begged whatever god up there that they would run into Malaina.

"Huh," Regina said, glancing up at the statue of a very naked man.

"A glorious piece of art, no doubt," Emma nodded.

"Hmm. I'm not convinced." Regina chuckled. "He seems a little miserable, doesn't he?"

Emma glanced at the man's pinched expression. "Yeah, I guess he does. Maybe he's constipated?"

"Or maybe they're heavy?" Regina slyly suggested, glancing at the statue's abdomen.

"Regina!" Emma exclaimed and tried to sound scandalized but ended up laughing instead.

"What," Regina snickered. "They look heavy!"

"They do," Emma agreed after a second glance at the statue's…. equipment.

Regina cleared her throat. "So….. ¿La habitación de al lado?"

"Definitely," Emma agreed. "Next room."

And so they wheeled into the next room. Where there were less naked men and more paintings. Perfect, as Regina laughingly put it.

Emma agreed with that. She much preferred the paintings over the statue of the naked man.

They ended up spending quite a while in the museum. Regina mentioned that she had been to the museum as a kid. And hated every second of it. Because Cora constantly had told her off for not being 'cultural enough'.

"That statue of the naked man was there that time too," Regina remembered and rolled her eyes. "Good old Cora didn't like it. She covered my eyes. And nearly covered her own too…"

"Uh-huh," Emma said halfheartedly. And tried not to think of the deeper meaning of Cora's discomfort over the statue….

Emma actually managed to find the art gallery the illustrious Malaina owned, and once again she felt like a villain as she lied to Regina. Under the pretense of needing the bathroom, she stole herself into the gallery. But rather than using the bathroom she went to the front desk and asked if Malaina was here today.

She was not.

Of course not.

Wasn't there some golden rule about the owner never being present?

Emma silently cussed all the way out of the gallery but managed to put on a smile for Regina when she asked where they were going next. Emma suggested some shopping at L Train Vintage, and Regina was down for that.

They ended up spending a good while there too, and Regina actually found some really cute pregnancy dresses and pants. She was very satisfied with that. And so was Emma. She was particularly satisfied when Regina came across a pair of leather maternity pants.

"Yeah, you definitely need those," she said solemnly. "If you don't buy them, I will."

"I'll get them," Regina laughed. "I won't be able to fit into them in two months, but..."

"YOLO," Emma finished the sentence for her and grinned.

"Exactly, querida. It's a shame I can't try them on, but what the hell. I'm sure they'll fit."

"Oh yeah," Emma smirked. "I'm sure they'll fit very nicely."

Regina laughed again. Then called Emma something that sounded like 'pervertida'.

"Rude," Emma muttered. She wasn't a 'pervertida' just because she happened to go crazy over the idea of Regina in leather pants, was she?

Okay, maybe she was. A little bit. But hey, she would wear that stamp like a badge of honor!

"¡Ay!," Regina exclaimed. "!Detén la silla de ruedas, querida! I see something YOU need!"
"Okay?" Emma promptly stopped the wheelchair and watched slightly confused as Regina reached out and plucked something off a shelf. The 'something' turned out to be a tanktop, and when Regina held it up so Emma could see it properly, the blonde laughed heartily. "Perfect!"

Across the tanktop was written 'BE CAREFUL, SHE'S PREGNANT' and underneath a huge arrow indicating that the warning was about the person next to the person wearing the tanktop.

Emma bought the tanktop. Of course she did. She had to. It was meant to be.

And Regina bought the leather pants. Which Emma was very pleased about!

That was meant to be too…

By the time they left the all the glorious shopping possibilities behind, the daylight was dwindling, and after a brief talk, the couple decided that it was time for dinner.

"Tengo hambre," Regina said. "And so is Arándano. He's been kicking me for the past half an hour. I think this is his version of whining."

"Oh," Emma laughed. "We better get some food in you. Make that kid of ours stop kicking you."

"Sí," Regina said slightly strained. "That would be highly appreciated."

Emma immediately frowned. "Is he hurting you?"

"A little bit," Regina replied, tried laughing it off but failed miserably and instead went with 'ouch!'

"Oh, shit," Emma grimaced on her girlfriend's behalf. She had never been pregnant, but she could sort of imagine how it felt to have a very tiny person kicking away at your bladder and ribs. "Do you wanna walk a little?"

"Sí, maybe that'll make him stop," Regina said, looking as though she didn't really believe it. But up she went. Grabbing her crutches, she began hobbling down the street and the sight had Emma smiling. The way Regina's bun bopped up and down was just so darn sweet. She kept her distance and fished her 'amateur-just-for-fun' camera out of its bag. She slowly lifted it and squinted slightly. Then she snapped a picture of Regina walking down the busy New York street. Then another. Emma smiled when she saw the result. It actually looked quite artistic. Regina on the street amongst the people in her dungarees with the pencil in her bun. She blended in and at the same time not at all. The crutches didn't tarnish the result in anyway.In fact it only made the picture all the more quirky.

"Perfect," Emma murmured to herself.

"Qué?" Regina partially turned around and swayed slightly. "Woops."

"Careful!" Emma immediately barked and rushed over there with the wheelchair. "Do you need to sit down?"

"No," Regina chuckled and squinted at the camera still in Emma's free hand. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," Emma said and tried to sound as innocent as she possibly could.

Regina didn't take the bait, though. "Are you photographing me?" she asked, now narrowing her eyes at Emma.

"No…."

"Mentirosa," Regina casually accused. "I wanna see the result later. No discussion."

"Yes, ma'am!"

Regina shot her a look that was half amused and half annoyed. "Don't call me that."

"No, you're right. Mamí sounds way better."

Oddly enough, Regina did not disagree with that. She merely smirked….

They found the restaurant. Regina had her buffalo wings. And Emma had the pleasure of watching her eat them. Obviously, Emma had buffalo wings too, and they were very good. But not half as good as it was to watch as Regina slowly but steadily ate her way through the pile.

"¡Estos son ... increíbles!" she nearly moaned as she wiped her mouth for the third time.

"Yeah, I can see that, beautiful girl," Emma said and waggled an eyebrow at her girlfriend.

Regina rolled her expressive dark eyes in return. "Sí, I'm getting excited about the food," she murmured in a low voice. "What are you gonna do about it?"

"I have several ideas and none of them works in a restaurant."

Regina giggled (yep, giggled!) and looked fondly at her remaining buffalo wings. Picking up one, she said: "I might have to marry these."

"And there goes my chance," Emma blurted before she could think.

Regina dropped the buffalo wing on her plate and stared wide eyed at Emma.

"Oops," Emma said and grinned sheepishly. "I guess you heard that, didn't you?"

"Sí, I did, querida."

"Right." Emma scratched the back of her neck. "And are you about to run away screaming?"

"Can't exactly run anywhere these days, can I," Regina chuckled and shot Emma a fond gaze. "But even if I could…. No, mi amor. I would not."

"Right," Emma repeated dumbly. Her heart was beating stupidly in her chest and her inner voice shouted reminders that Regina only was twenty years old. Way too young to- no. Emma was not going there. Definitely not!

Regina helped herself to some of Emma's fries. "Mmm. These are good."

"Yup," Emma said, relieved over having something else to think and talk about. "They're really good."

Regina smiled teasingly as she grabbed another fry between her thumb and index finger. "Open wide," she smirked.

Delighted about her playful girlfriend, Emma willingly opened her mouth and took a bite of the offered French fry. She sneakily nipped Regina's finger and made her gasp in surprise. Emma smirked. Two could play this game.

"Well, well," Regina purred, and it was Emma's turn to gasp when she felt Regina's (non-broken) foot brush against her ankle under the table.

She cleared her throat and glanced at the buffalo wings on Regina's plate. "Maybe we should ask the waiter to wrap this up and-"

"Go home and eat these in bed," Regina smirked again. "What an excellent idea, querida. I do need to… Lie down."

The meaning in her words was not lost on Emma. Definitely not. A billion delicious scenarios that definitely wasn't appropriate in a public restaurant immediately invaded her mind. She cleared her throat again. "Right. Let's see if we can spot a…. waitress." She trailed off as thoughts of Regina wearing those damn leather pants invaded her mind.

Regina laughed, and Emma felt completely pathetic as she glanced around in the restaurant in the hope to flag a waitress down. It was high time to get out of this restaurant.

But there was not a single waitresses in sight (damnit!) and while trying her best to banish the image of Regina in leather pants from her mind, Emma absentmindedly ended up glancing at the woman who had just come out of the bathroom. For some reason she ended up doing a double take. And what she saw had her heart pounding for other reasons.

Dark brown eyes. Dark brown hair tied back in an elegant bun. Laser sharp cheekbones. A mouth that twisted very slightly as though she found using a public bathroom to be highly annoying. Elegant white pencil skirt without a single crinkle or fold. Red wine blouse underneath. Snow-white blazer matching the skirt. High heels. At least three inches. She said something to the waitress and her voice could cut through stone.

Had Emma doubted or perhaps even stupidly hoped that she wasn't seeing this correctly, she could kiss that ridiculous assumption goodbye.

This was no random woman.

This was no evil twin.

It was none other than Cora Mills.

To Be Continued…..

Spanish translations:

Nada: Nothing.

Eres muy sexy cuando haces amenazas de muerte: You are very sexy when you are making death threats.

Y todas ellas son traviesas= And all of them are naughty.

No fue una sugerencia= It was not a suggestion.

!Ay!= Oh!

!Detén la silla de ruedas, querida! = Stop the wheelchair, dear!

Tengo hambre= I'm hungry.

Mentirosa= Liar.

¡Estos son ... increíbles!= These are ... amazing!