It was very dark and had to be very late (or possibly very early?) so Emma shouldn't be awake. But yet she was. Because she could have sworn, she had just heard a sound. Yes. Something was rustling in the hotel room.

She felt entirely too sleepy to sit up and switch on her bedside lamp, but at the same time too awake to let it be and go back to sleep. She had to find out what was making that sound. So she squinted and tried her best to see what was going on.

There was blurry silhouette by the door. Emma blinked to assure herself that it was not a burglar or something.

It wasn't. But what she was seeing was still equally as frightening as the sight of a burglar would have been.

It was Regina by the door.

And she was leaving.

Emma's first, chaotic and sleep muddled thought was that Regina had changed her mind and was leaving in the middle of the night.

"Hey, noooo," Emma groaned, reaching blindly after Regina although she was nowhere near her and therefore had no chance of actually reaching her. "Don't go!" she pleaded. "I'm sorry!"

The silhouette by the door flinched and then turned around. Emma heard the sound of Regina's crutches against the carpet. There was a soft sound and a slight creaking as Regina sat down on the edge of the bed. "Emma?" she whispered. "Are you awake?"

"Yes," Emma groaned. "Don't leave!"

"¿Dejar?" Regina said, sounding utterly confused. "Why would I be leaving? Do you have a fever? Did you have a nightmare?"

"No," Emma croaked and cleared her throat. "But it's the middle of the night and you're leaving! Please don't, I'm sorry! Don't go!"

"Emma," Regina said, sounding slightly shocked. "I'm not about to leave. I was going to head down to reception and ask them for some cookies. The minibar is empty, and I woke up and felt really hungry."

"Oh. Ohhh!" things clicked into place in Emma's mind, and she realized how silly her wrong assumption had been. "Why didn't you just call the front desk and have someone bring up the cookies? There's no reason for you to limp all the way down there."

"I didn't want to wake you," Regina said with a slight chuckle. "You were so peacefully asleep."

Emma nearly kissed her. Didn't though. Instead she sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes. "You know what, I'll call the reception and have them bring you some cookies. Not gonna let a pregnant woman starve!" she reached across and grabbed the hotel-phone, quickly dialing the number to the reception. It didn't take long before a woman with a very professional voice answered, and Emma told her that they would like to have some cookies sent up to their room.

"Certainly, miss," the woman said. "I'll get that fixed for you."

"Thank you so much," Emma said, feeling tempted to add that they should hurry because Regina was hungry. She didn't though. Instead she hung up and told Regina. "The cookies will be here in a moment."

"Thank you," Regina chuckled.

"No reason to thank me," Emma gently dismissed. "And another time, don't you worry about waking me. You know how easily I go back to sleep."

"Sí, I do," Regina grabbed her crutches and rose from Emma's bed. She hobbled back to her own bed where she sat down. "Did you really think that I was going to leave?"

"I did. For a second," Emma admitted. "Sorry. I know my reaction was a bit crazy."

"I'm sorry you thought that I was going to leave," Regina said softly. "I won't. You know that, right?"

"Of course I do," Emma said quickly. "I just got spooked there for a moment. But it's all good."

"Okay." Regina shifted a bit on the bed and rubbed her belly. "Oh, gosh…."

"Braxton Hicks? Or just baby activity?"

"Isn't both of it baby activity?" Regina asked and chuckled in the darkness.

"Touché," Emma laughed. "But you know what I mean. Kicking or ouch?"

"Kicking. With a little bit of ouch. It feels like he's trying to break himself out of there."

"Oh. Haven't you told him that's way too early?" Emma joked.

"I have. But he's not listening to me. I hope he won't be continuing that pattern."

Emma chuckled again. "I'm sure he won't."

"Let's hope so." Regina abruptly let go of her crutches and stretched her arms high above her head.

Emma tilted her head. "You're not awake just because you're hungry, are you?"

"No," Regina admitted with a little wince. "My back is terribly sore, and I can't seem to find a comfortable sleeping position. I really should have brought my pregnancy pillow."

"Can I help you?" Emma asked. "I don't want you to be in pain."

"Some help would be nice," Regina said.

Emma immediately hopped out of bed and walked over to Regina's bed as quickly as her legs could carry her. She sat down cross legged behind Regina on the bed. "Upper back or lower back?"

"Lower. Definitely lower. There's so much pressure whenever I lie down. I don't think I'll be able to sleep for the rest of the pregnancy."

"Oh, I think you will," Emma soothed. "You just need to be reunited with your pillow, that's all."

"A shame I couldn't fit it into my suitcase."

"Agreed. Right here?" Emma asked as she lightly pressed her fingers against a spot on Regina's lower back.

"Ouch! Sí!"

"Alright, I'll see what I can do, yeah?"

"Anything will be a help."

Emma started out by rubbing figure eights on Regina's lower back. "Do you mind if I just…" she lightly touched the hem of Regina's pajama shirt. "I think it would be easier to find the spot if I went under your clothes." She regretted it as soon as the words were out of her mouth. It sounded like the beginning of a very bad porn.

But Regina seemingly didn't care about that. Or perhaps she simply didn't notice. Either way, she reached back and lifted the hem of her pajama top, baring her lower back.

"Awesome," Emma said, resuming rubbing Regina's back. And silently acknowledging that this was the closest she had been to her girlfriend in two weeks. That was a bit strange to think about.

"That feels nice," Regina said. "Thank you."

"Anytime, bea-" Emma cleared her throat.

"'Beautiful girl'?" Regina softly finished the sentence, completely catching Emma off guard. She stopped rubbing Regina's back in sheer surprise, but after a bit of shifting from Regina, she quickly resumed the late night-impromptu back massage. "Yeah," she said. "That was pretty much how that sentence was gonna end."

"I figured." Regina chuckled softly. "Can you press a bit harder? I think that's what my muscles need."

"Sure thing." Emma went to work and pressed the pads of her fingers harder into Regina's lower back. Emma wasn't a masseuse or anything, but she was sure she could feel how tight Regina's muscles was.

Regina groaned and wiggled slightly. "Dios, that really hurts!" she gave a meek chuckle. "But it's definitely better than before."

"Has it really been that bad?" Emma frowned. She wasn't second guessing Regina's statement. She was just horrified that the pregnancy was kicking Regina's ass this badly.

"Mmm. It's amazing how we can puke our guts out, develop aches and pains and being unable to catch our breaths, scream in agony as we push something out of our bodies and then still insist that it's all worth it." Regina laughed.

"Yeah," Emma laughed with her. "That is pretty amazing."

"He is gonna be all worth it," Regina said, tracing her belly with the tip of her index finger. "Every last bit of backpain."

Emma's response was drowned in a quiet knocking on the door. She bid Regina to 'sit tight' as she walked over to the door and opened it.

A hotel employee was on the other side of the door. Smiling as she handed Emma not one but two rolls of chocolate chip cookies.

"Thank you, but we only ordered one," Emma pointed out and frowned slightly.

"It's on the house," she smiled. "We wouldn't want anyone to starve in the middle of the night. Enjoy the cookies. Have a good night."

"Thank you," Emma said as she watched the woman walk down the hallway. She chuckled slightly as she closed the door and turned back to Regina. "And once again, you continue to charm everyone around you." She dangled the extra roll of cookies. "Look at this. On the house."

"Oh wow," Regina said, snickering slightly. "Looks like someone took mercy on the poor pregnant girl with the crutches."

"Also, you're ridiculously charming," Emma said with a shrug. "That's half the reason, I'm sure."

"And I'm sure you're silly. Can I have some of those too?"

"Oh yeah, of course!" Emma quickly walked over to the bed and handed Regina the roll of cookies. "Here you go."

"Gracias." Regina tore the roll of cookies open and stuffed the first one into her mouth. "Mmmm! These are so good!"

"Glad you like them," was all Emma mustered. Because it very much sounded like Regina was getting….well, excited.

Regina ate another cookie, but Emma couldn't help but notice that Regina was still frowning.

"Is the backpain very bad? I can totally call reception and ask for a heating pad if you need one."

"No, that's alright. I don't need a heating pad."

"An ice pack, then? Or maybe just some ice cream?"

Regina chuckled. "No, I don't need that either. Maybe tomorrow though. Yeah. We should definitely go out for ice cream."

"Agreed, but is there something else going on? I'm not trying to pressure you or anything, I just want to know if there's anything I can do to help?"

"I keep thinking about my dad," Regina said and took a third cookie between her fingers. But rather than eating it, she just absentmindedly twirled it between her fingers.

"Your dad? Is something wrong with him? He called earlier, didn't he?" Emma was pretty sure he had. And she had heard of nothing going on with him.

"He did, and he's fine. But… he doesn't have a clue what's going on," Regina sighed. "He doesn't know about Cora and Malaina, he doesn't know that I have started talking to Cora again, and the more I thought about it… The more I realized that you and I," she gestured slightly between them. "Are in the same boat now."

"What do you mean?" Emma asked softly.

"Well, now I know how you felt when you couldn't tell me about Cora." Regina bit her lip. "I bashed you in the head with how you could have hinted that something was going on without actually telling me, but… It's not that easy, is it? If I start to drop hints to my dad about something going on with Cora, he will only get worried and in time frustrated because I'm not being upfront with him. In some ways, I think hinting and saying that you can't tell is even worse than being lied to." She shifted so she and Emma were sitting more face to face. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that I know understand why you didn't just hint at something going on rather than keeping Cora's secret. And I wish I hadn't been so hard on you. I wasn't being entirely fair."

"Hey now," Emma said, reaching out and taking Regina's hand because Regina honestly looked to be on the verge of tears. "You had every right to be hard on me. I didn't handle the whole thing very well. Maybe hinting would have been frustrating too, but it would have been a sliver better than just hushing up like I did. And the whole pushing you into sitting down with Cora… That was literally so wrong of me."

"You've apologized for that. Several times," Regina said quietly. "Now I wanna apologize too. For being so hard on you. For not recognizing how caught and conflicted you felt. Will you accept my apology?"

"Of course I will!" Emma squeezed Regina's hand. "Absolutely." She didn't say that Regina didn't have anything to apologize for. She could sense that that wasn't what Regina needed right now.

"Thank you," Regina flashed her a little smile and then reached for the pack of cookies. She used two fingers to wrestle it out, but rather than popping it into her mouth, she handed it to Emma. "Here you go."

"Thank you," Emma happily accepted the cookie and stuffed it into her mouth. She was no longer sleepy. Just happy at how perfectly normal this was. They were almost speaking to one another like they had before Emma's epic fuck up, and it was so, so nice. She looked at Regina who had helped herself to another cookie too. They made eye contact and Regina smiled.

So did Emma. And she also wondered what would happen if she kissed Regina right now. Would it be too much, too soon? Or would it be the right thing to do? Emma wasn't sure. And she was too nervous to take the risk.

Regina broke the spell by grabbing her crutches and shifting as if she wanted to stand.

"Bathroom?" Emma guessed.

"Sí," Regina rolled her eyes in the faint light. "Again. For the fourth time tonight."

"Oh," Emma made a face. "It's weird that I didn't hear you."

"Mmm, it's curious that you only hear me when you think that I'm going to leave," Regina half-chuckled. Then she stalked off towards the bathroom.

"Yeah," Emma murmured as the bathroom door was closed behind Regina. "Very curious indeed."

While Regina was in the bathroom, Emma took another cookie. Just one. The majority was for Regina, after all. She wondered what they should do tomorrow. They didn't really have any plans. Perhaps they could go to the zoo. Regina had talked about that. But if the weather was bad, maybe they could stay here in the hotel. There was a really big swimming pool, and Regina had seemed interested in that too. Perhaps some swimming and some nice warm water could relieve the pressure on Regina's poor back. Yeah. The swimming pool was a good idea if the weather was bad tomorrow.

Just as she had consumed the second cookie, the door to the bathroom opened and Regina emerged. She was frowning slightly in concentration as she hobbled forward whilst making sure not to drop the little bottle she had wedged under her left arm. When she came closer, Emma saw that it was the trusted bottle of cocoa butter Regina had brought with her. She had grown very fond of using cocoa butter to soothe whenever her belly itched. And it had started to do that a lot recently. The bigger she got, the more the skin stretched, the itchier Regina felt. But the cocoa butter always took the top of the uncomfortableness. Thank god for Emma's mother. She was the one who had given Regina the advice to use cocoa butter on her belly.

Regina came over and sat down on the edge of her bed close to where Emma was still sitting. "Are there anymore cookies left?" she quipped.

"Of course," Emma said. "They're for you. Not me."

"You can have some too. It's not good for me to eat all of those. I'll end up looking like a whale."

"The most beautiful whale in the world," Emma said before she could stop herself. For a moment, she was seriously afraid that she had just put her foot in her mouth, but Regina merely smiled and said:

"La ballena más bella del mundo, huh? You'll have to draw that on my cast sometimes."

"Before it's time to take off that cast," Emma said. "Only two more weeks."

Regina sighed. "I can't wait for that. I swear, it'll feel strange to use both my legs to walk."

"Yeah, I bet," Emma chuckled. "It's been a long haul."

"Too long. But soon my foot will be free. And I'll be able to dance again," Regina smiled for a second but then her face fell. "But I won't be able to fit into my dress. Desafortunadamente…."

"Well, maybe we can find a pregnancy-flamenco dress for you," Emma suggested, and her head began racing with ideas. Her mom was an excellent seamstress. Maybe she could make a flamenco-dress for Regina. It would probably be the easiest thing in the world to make. And if Regina really wanted a pregnancy flamenco dress, well…. Emma wasn't about to deny her one.

"Sí, maybe," Regina said with a chuckle. As she spoke, she undid the lid on the bottle of cocoa butter.

It didn't take long for Emma to understand that Regina was about to rub her belly with the cocoa butter. That was yet another little milestone. Over the past weeks, she had preferred doing that in privacy. The fact that she was doing it here, with Emma present, was definitely a good thing.

"Can I do that?" it bursted out of Emma. It had been her 'job' to rub Regina's belly before the whole messy situation unfolded, and she was desperate to earn that job back.

Regina frowned softly as she looked at Emma. Tilted her head slightly.

And Emma immediately lost her nerve. "I'm sorry," she mumbled. "I shouldn't have asked you that. It was stupid. I'm really sorry."

"No," Regina said quickly. "It's not that. It's just that my belly is…. I mean, it looks…"

"What?" Emma asked and felt tempted to reach out and take Regina's hand again. She suddenly sounded so unsure and vulnerable.

"It's…." Regina sighed and shifted slightly. "Maybe you should just look and see for yourself." In one swift movement, she lifted her pajama top and bared her round belly to Emma.

Yes, Emma could see them. The stripes on Regina's belly. But what she couldn't see was why they were a problem. "Oh my god," she said fondly and was sure that her voice was trembling the littlest bit. "Just look at that! It's gorgeous!"

Regina snorted. "Hardly."

"It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my fucking life!" Emma said firmly, fingers itching to just reach out and touch. "Can I…"

"Sí. You can. If you put some cocoa butter on your fingers first," Regina quipped. "¡Me pica tanto el vientre!"

"I've got you," Emma assured, shuffling forward on her knees so she was sitting in front of Regina. Then quickly taking the bottle of cocoa butter from Regina and applying some of the cream to her fingers. "Don't you worry about a thing!"

And then, for the first time in something that felt like ages, Emma could finally put her hands on Regina's pregnant belly. She could finally touch the bump and admire every inch of it. It felt surprisingly firm under her fingers, and Emma made sure to take her time in rubbing a thick layer of cocoa butter into Regina's skin. "Is that better?"

"Mmm, it itches less when you do that. Thank you."

"You don't need to thank me. I'm happy to do this. You know that." Emma stuck her fingers into the bottle and scooped up another dollop of cocoa butter. The thicker the layer, the bigger relief. That was what her mom had said, and it looked like it was true. Regina already looked so much more relaxed.

"Have you seen the app's recommendation for me this week?" Regina asked. "To talk to the baby."

"Yeah, I saw that."

"I'm not sure what I'm supposed to say," Regina half-chuckled and leaned back a little so her belly was even more pushed out towards Emma. "I actually saw a video of a woman who had put headphones on her belly so the baby could listen to music!"

"Oh god," Emma laughed. "I mean, if you wanna do that, sure, but I gotta admit it sounds a bit silly."

"Utterly ridiculous," Regina agreed. "I would never be able to take it seriously."

"No, me neither."

"Mmm, that feels really nice." Regina squirmed a little bit. "Could you maybe uhm…"

"What?" Emma stilled for a second.

"Do it like under my belly button? It really itches there."

"Sure, no problem." Emma immediately moved her hands to take the rubbing-attention a bit lower, but something was in the way. "Could you maybe-"

Before she could even finish the sentence, Regina had lowered her pajama bottoms the littlest bit.

"Awesome. Thank you." Emma felt tempted to clear her throat. She was acutely aware that this was the closest she had been to Regina in a few weeks. Her body was aware of it too. Her throat felt tight and her breathing entirely too fast. But Emma urged it back. She was NOT gonna muck this up by imagining things or doing something wrong. Regina was gradually letting her in, and instead of immediately longing for more, Emma should simply be grateful. Grateful that Regina hadn't dumped her and left.

"Is that better?" Emma asked as she rubbed more cocoa butter into Regina's skin.

"Sí, it feels very nice and soothing. You don't have to touch the stretch marks, though."

"I'll only avoid them if you specifically tells me to," Emma said softly. "If you're uncomfortable with me touching them. Are you?"

"No…" Regina shook her head.

"Good. Because I am not uncomfortable with touching them." To prove that, Emma gently put her whole hand over the stretch marks on Regina's belly. "I think they're beautiful. So incredibly beautiful."

"There are so many of them," Regina murmured. "I feel like my body is changing so fast, and it is sometimes difficult for me to keep up with the changes."

"I understand that," Emma said gently. "Lots of things are happening to your body right now, and although I have never been pregnant before, I can understand why it's a lot to handle."

"Estar embarazada es difícil," Regina said, sounding like she was partially joking.

"But you're doing an amazing job, though. And in my mind, these marks-" she gently ran her hand over the stripes again. "Are a proof of that. It's a sign of your body adapting and taking extra special care of the baby. I think that's pretty incredible."

"I swear, you are this close to make a pregnant girl weep," Regina said and illustrated with two fingers just how close 'this' was."

"And we definitely can't have that," Emma said firmly. "I'll shut up now. And keep up the cocoa butter-activity."

Regina laughed. "I think you've pretty much covered everything. No pun intended."

"Second layer?" Emma immediately suggested. "Please?" she was definitely not ready to stop rubbing Regina's belly. Not yet!

"I suppose it can't harm," Regina quipped. "Sea mi invitada, señorita Swan."

"Thank you!" Emma said, voice louder than intended, but she couldn't help it. señorita Swan. Regina had just called her 'señorita Swan' since before 'the mess'. And perhaps it wasn't 'querida', but it was almost as good! God, they were really finding their way back to one another! Truly, they were patching things up and coming back from what ultimately could have ended their relationship. Thank god Regina had stayed. Thank god they had talked.

Emma rubbed and rubbed Regina's belly. First up, then down. Then sideways. Left, right and back again. Figure eights. Circles. Anything, really. Every last inch of Regina's belly Emma covered in cocoa butter. Not just a second layer, but also a third and a fourth. Regina didn't ask her to quit it, and Emma was sure that Regina was enjoying it as much as she was.

"Maybe you should start doing this on a professional basis," Regina joked.

"Yeah, maybe I should. Emma Swan, the rubber of pregnant bellies!"

"Sounds a bit like a superhero," Regina commented. "But I think you'll have to stick with rubbing this pregnant belly. Otherwise I'll just get jealous."

Fuck, yes! Emma's own belly filled up with warmth at that. Regina was speaking so softly to her. Like she had done before.

"I think that's enough now," Regina said and smiled at Emma. "It's stopped itching."

"Oh, that's great. Awesome! But just to make sure…. Maybe just a quick extra layer?"

Regina laughed heartedly. "Okay, okay. One extra layer. Just to make sure."

"We gotta make sure that belly stays properly moisturized," Emma said briskly, sticking her fingers into the bottle of cocoa butter again. She scooped up another dollop of the thick cream and smoothed it onto Regina's belly. "Any specific places I should pay extra attention to?"

"No, what you're doing is just fine," Regina replied, and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.

It was only then Emma became aware of what she had said. And how it could be misinterpreted. Oh. It was too late to take it back, though. So she pretended that she hadn't just seen Regina be amused and continued the quest of rubbing cocoa butter into Regina's skin. She was extremely happy that she had earned her old job back, and she hoped that Regina would ask her to do this again tomorrow night. Or tomorrow morning. Or in the middle of the night. Whenever Regina needed it.

Regina yawned and tipped her head back against the wall.

"You can sleep if you want to," Emma said softly. "Don't mind me, I'm just moisturizing your belly."

"As one does," Regina snickered. "No, it's okay. I can sleep when you're done. Meanwhile, I think I'll have another cookie.

"Sounds like a plan."

And so, while Regina treated herself to another of the delicious cookies, Emma continued to rub her belly. She was even humming slightly to herself while doing so. This was quite cozy, really. Just the two of them in the darkened hotel room. Emma certainly wouldn't mind doing this every night.

"The sheet will end up smelling of cocoa butter when you're done," Regina joked.

"Well, that's not the worst scent in the world, is it? Imagine if my mom had advised you to rub your belly with fish oil or something…"

"Oh, dios," Regina winced. "Well, I would have done it. Definitely. I trust your moms advises. A hundred percent."

"I know you do, but still… fish oil? Fucking disgusting!" Emma made faces at the thought of Regina having to rub her belly in fish oil every night.

"The kid would be born a mermaid for sure," Regina said with a shrug.

Then both started laughing. Emma's hands skidded over Regina's slippery belly, and Regina's belly bounced slightly as they laughed together. It wasn't even that funny, but for whatever reason, either of them couldn't stop laughing and acting like it was the funniest thing in the whole world.

"Woah," Emma said mid-laugh and her hands stilled on Regina's belly again. She could have sworn she just….

Yes! There it was again! Right there.

The tiniest little kick against her palm.

Emma gasped as she mesmerized splayed her hands wide over Regina's belly in the hope that it would happen again. And she was richly rewarded when the baby once again kicked. Emma felt it right against her right palm. And it was the most wonderful thing she had ever experienced.

"You felt that, didn't you?" Regina asked softly. "Él bebe está pateando."

"Yes," Emma whispered and felt her eyes well up with emotion. "Yes, yes, yes!" voice stronger now. "I felt it! Fuck, Regina, I felt the baby kick! Oh my god, I cannot believe that just happened! Do you think he'll do it again?" she eagerly tapped her fingers against Regina's belly as though the baby was capable of figuring out what she wanted.

"Maybe not," Regina smiled. "He tends to be a bit lazy around this time, but- oh!"

Emma immediately understood why she went 'oh!'. The baby had just kicked again. Against Emma's palm once more.

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed, and unable to hold back, she bowed her head and kissed Regina's belly. "Hi, little man! I love you! I love you so, so much!"

Then she realized and looked anxiously up at Regina. Had she just fucked up?

No. Regina did not look mad. She was smiling. "I would never dream of taking the baby away from you, Emma. "Tu eres su madre."

"Thank you," Emma whispered, blinking back tears. "I… thank you, Regina."

"I think we should get some sleep," Regina said. adopting a sensible tone because she too clearly was affected "I don't know about you, but I'm starting to feel a bit tired."

"Yeah, me too," Emma nodded and swallowed thickly, pushing the emotions back as best as she could. "Some sleep might be a good idea." She didn't want to go back to the cot, but she was determined to respect Regina's boundaries. So she unfolded her legs, ready to walk the short distance to the cot.

"No," Regina said, taking Emma's hand. "I think you should sleep here."

For a moment, Emma's brain was unable to make the connection. "Here… In… in this bed?"

"Sí. I don't think the baby wants to part with you right now. He's still kicking. Feel that?" she guided Emma's hand back to her belly.

Emma grinned like the Cheshire cat when she indeed felt the kicks against her hand. "I sure do. Well, if the baby is sure…"

"He's very sure," Regina said firmly. "You should definitely sleep in the bed with us."

"Thank you," Emma repeated. "It would be an honor."

Regina smiled at her. She did not kiss Emma, but she didn't need to. Emma was so, so happy when she could slip into the bed and lay next to Regina. Her body immediately folded and curled so she was spooning Regina. Just like she always did.

Regina wiggled a bit. "Oh dios, now he won't stop. I guess he thought you were playing a game with him."

"Want me to give him a stern talk-to?" Emma joked.

"Yes, please," Regina grabbed her hand and guided it to her belly.

"Hey kid," Emma said with a grin. "I'm so happy I can feel you now, it's so awesome! But could you please stop the kicking for a little while? Your mom needs her sleep."

"Sí, she does." And as to prove how much, Regina actually fell asleep almost immediately.

Emma was tired too. But she stayed awake for a little while longer. To soak it up. To bask in how wonderful it was to once again sleep next to Regina. And to feel the baby kicking against her palm….

To Be Continued….

Spanish translations:

¿Dejar?= Leave?

La ballena más bella del mundo= Thw most beautiful whale in the world.

¡Me pica tanto el vientre!= My belly itches so much!

Estar embarazada es difícil= Being pregnant is hard.

Sea mi invitada, señorita Swan= Be my guest, Miss Swan.

Él bebe está pateando= The baby is kicking

Tu eres su madre= You are his mother.