"Mmm, is this awesome or what?" Emma hummed into Regina's hair.

"Sí, it is," Regina said in a voice that was quite rough with sleep. She let out a deep sigh.

Emma recognized that sigh. It was Regina's I'm-still-asleep-sigh. Under normal circumstances, she would have let Regina sleep, but on this particular morning, she couldn't resist lifting Regina's hair and kissing the side of her neck.

"Querida, I'm sleeping," Regina said.

"I know, I know." Emma kissed her neck again. She was so fucking happy. Regina and her father had arrived yesterday, making this Regina's first morning in Storybrooke. And nothing quite compared to waking up with Regina in her arms. Regina all snuggled up. Regina wearing one of Emma's old baseball t-shirts because a case of pregnancy brain had caused her to forget to bring a pajamas. Emma had laughed sweetly at that. And then telling Regina how 'goddamn cute' she looked wearing her baseball shirt. Regina had threatened to keep the shirt forever, and strangely enough, Emma did not mind that at all.

"You are awfully pretty," Emma said now, and she could not blame Regina for laughing. She supposed that she was being a bit silly this morning.

"Eres terriblemente bonita," Regina rumbled.

"Your voice really is something else in the morning, hermosa chica," Emma said plainly and considered the possibility that Regina's sleepy morning voice simply was the sexiest thing on earth.

Regina gave a little snicker, and holy mother of god, Emma absolutely could not resist her. Not when she was being all warm and rough voiced. She kissed the side of Regina's neck once more and was delighted when one of Regina's hands snaked behind her and cupped the back of her neck. Emma kissed the side of her neck again. And again. It didn't take long before Regina's breathing changed and became somewhat deeper.

"Someone likes that," Emma murmured without an ounce of teasing. Then she kissed the side of Regina's neck again. Took great care to lift Regina's messy morning braid to get better access to her neck.

"Eso se siente muy bien."

"Happy to hear it," Emma said softly. "That's the intention."

"What has gotten into you this morning?" Regina rumbled and didn't sound one bit unhappy.

"You," Emma said simply. "I'm pretty sure you got into me this morning, beautiful girl."

"But I am not even doing anything," Regina pointed out.

"You're doing plenty. And you smell so good."

Regina laughed. "Perhaps it is true that pregnant women are irresistible. I'm sure I read it in an article somewhere…"

"Which article? I'd like to talk to the editor so I can tell them that they're absolutely right. Pregnant women are ridiculously irresistible."

"Met a lot of pregnant woman, have you, querida?"

"Nope. Don't need to. I have you."

"Buena respuesta."

"Gracias," Emma teased. Then she kissed Regina's neck again.

Regina stopped talking. But the little sounds she was making let Emma know how much she was enjoying it.

Emma was enjoying it too. Immensely. Who wouldn't enjoy a peaceful morning with their pregnant partner? The bedroom was toasty warm, and they were all snuggled up. Exactly as snuggled up as they had been when saying goodnight. Emma had fallen asleep with one hand on Regina's round belly, protecting their unborn child even in her sleep.

This morning though, she was not as focused on their baby. Today, Regina had her full and prompt attention. After having spent ages on kissing the side of Regina's neck and reveling in the fantastic sounds Regina had made, Emma decided to take things a little further. She gently ran her fingers down Regina's sides and smiled when Regina made a little giggling sound under her breath, and a: "eso da cosquillas."

"Sorry," Emma said but didn't feel entirely sorry. Regina's giggles were too goddamn cute for words.

"Estoy sensible."

"I know." Now Emma was really smiling. Because she was completely aware of just how sensitive Regina truly was.

She stopped the accidental tickling and moved her hands to Regina's front instead. Rested them on her round belly for a moment (she never could resist that either) and then moved further down. When her fingertips reached the bottom of Regina's baseball shirt, she closed the digits around the fabric and slowly drew the t-shirt up.

"¿Qué estás haciendo?"

"I'm not doing anything," Emma claimed as she continued to lift Regina's t-shirt. Over the top of Regina's shoulder, she could see more and more of Regina's bump be revealed, and she grinned. There was something utterly adorable about the way Regina's belly button was sticking out.

"You're doing something," Regina muttered.

"Am I?" Emma teased. Now she was bunching the t-shirt just below Regina's breasts.

"Sí. You are."

"Huh. Weird. I could have sworn that I wasn't doing anything." Emma felt positively mischievous right now. She let go of Regina's t-shirt and lifted her head slightly to admire her work. Regina's belly and grey cotton panties were bared. Regina had complained that she no longer could wear sexy underwear, but Emma thought that Regina's underwear were plenty sexy. All of her was sexy. End of story.

Emma continued to 'not do anything' and slowly ran her fingers down Regina's now bare stomach. She was pretty sure she felt a twitch when her fingers glided over the soft skin, and she was also pretty sure that the twitch hadn't been the baby, but Regina. Emma was very satisfied with that. She did not stop when she reached the apex of Regina's thighs. Instead she started stroking gently on the outside of Regina's panties.

Regina groaned quietly. "Querida, your parents are here."

"Are they? I can't see them," Emma teased.

"You know what I mean. I don't want things to get awkward because they heard us."

"They're asleep," Emma assured.

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely, beautiful girl. It's early. And it's weekend. They don't get out of bed this early on a weekend."

Regina made another noise. One that could indicate lust or frustration. Or both.

"We're not doing this if you don't want to, beautiful girl," Emma was quick to assure. "Tell me to stop and I will. Immediately."

"I know. But I don't want to stop. But I also don't want to get busted for having sex in your parents' house."

Emma chuckled at the rather blunt description. "We won't get busted, beautiful girl. Trust me."

"Always. Keep going."

"Yeah?"

"Sí."

Assured that Regina was one hundred percent on board with this, Emma kept going. Kept stroking Regina gently through her underwear.

Regina squirmed a bit and seemed to press her back harder against Emma's front. "That feels really nice!"

"Good," Emma chuckled. "That's the intention. You making faces?"

"Maybe."

"Good. That's the intention too."

"I'm sensitive there too."

"I know. I can feel it." Yep, Regina was definitely getting wet.

Emma circled her fingers a bit faster. Applied just a little more pressure.

Regina moaned and her arm snaked around the back of Emma's neck to bring her closer.

Emma resumed kissing the side of Regina's neck while continuing to rub her clit through her panties. She knew how much Regina loved that kind of very near teasing but at the same time not actual teasing.

Regina was making sounds. Not as loudly as she normally would, but that was okay. Emma was still extremely satisfied. She told Regina that she was beautiful. Told her how much she loved her.

"I love you too," Regina half-moaned. "A little more pressure, please…"

She did not have to say please. Emma was more than happy to apply more pressure as she kept rubbing. Once Regina was squirming excessively and there was a large wet spot on her underwear, Emma hooked her fingers in the waistband and tugged them down in one swift movement. But however quick she thought she was, she clearly wasn't quick enough. The split second she moved her hand away, was enough to make Regina whine.

"I've got you," Emma said, quickly pressing her hand against Regina's core. God, she was so soft there. And warm. And not to mention delightfully wet. Fucking perfect. Emma could just touch her there all the time. "Don't you worry about a thing, beautiful girl."

"Hazme correrme."

The blunt, Spanish statement had Emma chuckling again. "Fair enough. I can make that happen." She began rubbing Regina's clit again, and this time she definitely felt Regina twitch. "Does this feel good, darling?" she was teasing now. Already knew that it felt good.

"S-sí," Regina managed in between panting breaths. "Don't stop, I'm so close!"

Stopping? Nah, no way Emma was going to stop. Absolutely not. She was more interested in multitasking. Meaning that she kissed Regina's neck whilst rubbing her clit. Now and then she murmured declaration of love to Regina. And she was always rewarded with a Spanish reply. Either something sweet or something dreadfully sexy. Mostly about how good Emma was making her feel or how badly she needed to come.

Dragging it out was not Emma's intention. Discreet or not, this was her parents place, and there wasn't any real opportunity to get enough privacy to have a longer 'session'. For now, they would have to 'settle' for a quickie. And clinging onto the beach house waiting for them in Laguna Beach. There they would be completely alone. To do whatever they liked. For however long.

"Faster, faster, faster!" Regina hissed under her breath. "¡Estoy tan jodidamente cerca!"

Emma rubbed Regina's clit as hard as she could and was fairly certain she felt her fingers tingling slightly. Apparently, that was what happened when she did not 'practice' regularly enough. Lesson learned.

Regina let out a yelp, and her arm tightened around the back of Emma's neck. Her back went quite stiff against Emma's front.

Emma felt her body tremor the littlest bit and then her fingers were coated in the result of Regina's pleasure.

"!Ay dios mio!" Regina body became limp against Emma's now. "That was… a really good way to wake up."

"I know right." Emma chuckled and dropped a kiss on Regina's hair.

"I missed that." Regina carefully rolled onto her other side, so they were face to face. Her belly was poking Emma.

"Having sex?" Emma grinned.

"Sí. Having sex with you. It's just not the same to have solo sex…"

"Had a lot of solo sex, beautiful girl?" Emma drawled and waggled an eyebrow.

"Yes," Regina said plainly. "I had to do something to keep my hormones at bay."

"Good for you," Emma chuckled. "Even though I'm a little jealous…"

Regina laughed. Then tilted her head.

"What are you thinking about?" Emma asked. Even though she was pretty sure she already knew.

Regina did not answer the question. She just gave Emma a look.

"What?" Emma teased. "What's going on in that pretty head, huh?"

"How much time do you think we have before the house wakes up?"

"Hmm…" Emma glanced at the alarm clock. It was seven thirty in the morning. "Thirty minutes?"

"Treinta minutos," Regina hummed. "I can work with that."

"Can you? And what kind of work will you be doing?"

"The kind of work that requires you to be very, very quiet. Do you think you can do that, querida?"

"I can try," Emma first teased, but after having earned herself a certain stern look from Regina, she hastily corrected: "definitely. I can definitely be quiet!"

"Good." Regina lifted Emma's tanktop and pulled it over her head. "I have no idea how to make this work logically." She glanced at her large belly. "But where there's a will, there's a way, right?"

"My thoughts exactly, beautiful girl. My thoughts exactly." Emma make a sound between a laugh and a gasp when Regina pulled her closer and her hands started wandering all over her body. Yeah, they could definitely make this work alright! Emma was already feeling the effects….

They ended up falling asleep after their little 'morning moment', and when Emma opened her eyes again, the alarm clock told her that it was ten in the morning.

Regina was still very much asleep. All curled up and with one hand resting protectively on her bump. Emma did not have the heart to wake her up, so she quietly slid out of bed and grabbed her dressing gown. She put it on and found some clothes in her closet. Then she quietly left the bedroom and padded down the hallway.

In the bathroom, she took a very quick shower and rinsed the remains of their sneaky little rendezvous away. She chuckled softly. This had to be the quietest sex she'd ever had in her life. She and Regina had almost turned it into a little game of sorts. A contest. Who could be the most quiet. Regina had won. And Emma had been very much in awe of her self-control. To which Regina had smirked and said something about being full of surprises.

Emma loved that. She loved that just when she thought she had Regina all figured out, Regina surprised her again.

She finished her shower and got dressed in a pair of jeans and a cream colored sweater. The forecast promised cold weather today. Maybe even snow. Emma sort of hoped so. She was hoping to snap some pictures of Regina in the snow. She could already imagine how beautiful that would be.

Once she had dried her hair and tied it back in a low ponytail, Emma ventured downstairs.

In the kitchen, she found her mother. Mary Margaret was standing in front of the stove. She was clad in what she called her 'home suit' (which really was a very old blue velvet hoodie and matching pants) and she was humming.

"Morning, mom," Emma greeted and sniffed in. "Are you making pancakes?"

"Good morning, sweetie." Her mom turned around and smiled, waving the spatula slightly. "Yes, I am. I wanted to do something special since it is Regina and her father's first morning here. He's coming over for brunch at eleven, so it might be a good idea to wake her, honey."

But just then, Emma heard creaking from upstairs. "I think she might b awake already."

"Oh, good. Have you two slept well?" Emma's mother asked casually as she flipped a pancake.

Emma knew that it was just an innocent question. She knew that. But she still had to suffocate a grin before answering. "Yeah, we did. Regina was experiencing a little bit of Braxton Hicks before we fell asleep, but it didn't last very long."

"Not long until the birth now," her mom smiled as she flipped another pancake.

"I know." Yes, Emma was almost acutely aware of that. "It's crazy."

"Don't be nervous, dear. Everything is going to be just fine."

"I know that," Emma said. "But I'm still nervous. It feels like the birth is only five minutes away or something."

"It's not, sweetie." Her mom laughed. "There's still some time left to prepare. You're having your first Lamaze class tomorrow, aren't you?"

"That's right," Emma confirmed. "And she's having her scan this week too. The day after the…" she lowered her voice. "Baby shower."

Her mom smiled as she always did whenever the baby shower was mentioned. "I cannot wait to see the look on her face. She's not suspecting a thing is she?"

"Not suspecting, not expecting," Emma replied.

"She'll get the surprise of a lifetime."

"Definitely." Emma could not wait for the baby shower either. She couldn't wait to surprise Regina with a party, presents, good people and lots of delicious food.

"Be a dear and set the table please."

"Sure. Where's dad?"

"He went to the store to get some of those chocolate croissants Regina loves."

"But you're making pancakes," Emma pointed out as she grabbed five plates from the cupboard.

"Yes, sweetie." Her mom sounded exasperated. A bit like she was explaining something very simple to a toddler. "But Regina loves those croissants. So of course we're buying them. Or rather, your father is. Right now, I hope."

"Anything to make Regina happy, huh?"

"She's pregnant. She is more than allowed to be pampered."

"You love her so much," Emma teased and had to duck when her mother jokingly swung at her with the spatula.

"Yes, I do. And so do you. Now set the table, Emma Marie Swan, or else…"

"You'll whack me with the spatula?" Emma guessed and grinned.

"Exactly," her mom said, quite satisfied.

"Jesus, mom." Emma clicked her tongue. But she was not at all unhappy. Regina's presence always seemed to lift the spirit a little extra.

She had just finished setting the table and her mom had just put a plate full of golden pancakes on the table, when Emma heard the water in the upstairs bathroom being switched off.

"Helloooo!" her dad cheerfully called from the hallway. He came strutting into the kitchen, happily swinging a brown paper bag about. "I come bringing our daughter-in-law's favorite croissants!"

This caused Emma to laugh. She would never get over how much her parents loved Regina. It was so adorable, the way they were positively fawning over her.

"Great timing." Her mom kissed her father's cheek and took the brown paper bag from him. She began to neatly arrange the croissants on a plate, and Emma was just about to tease and remind her that Regina was not royalty, when she heard a creaking sound behind her.

She turned around just in time to see Regina coming down the stairs. She looked as cute as a button in a knee length red sweater and black tights. The sweater had an adorable bow right above Regina's bump, and it really accentuated it.

Regina had piled her still damp hair up on her head in a messy bun. Her cheeks were rosy, and she was only wearing a hint of mascara on her lashes. To Emma, she looked perfect. All fresh faced and bright eyed.

"Good morning, Regina!" Emma's parents greeted in unison.

"Buenos dias," Regina beamed. "Mary Margaret, you made pancakes!"

"Of course I did, dear." Emma's mother beamed right back as she patted Regina's cheek in a very maternal gesture.

"What would you like to drink, Regina?" Emma's dad asked. "Tea? Orange juice? I could also make some cocoa."

"I'd like some cocoa," Emma piped up.

"Cocoa sounds lovely," Regina agreed. "But I can make it."

"Oh no, no, no," Emma's mother singsong'ed. "You just sit down and relax, dear. Your father should be on his way. I took the liberty to invite him over for brunch. I hope that is not a problem?"

"Of course not," Regina smiled.

Emma's mom once again asked her to sit down and relax, and since there was nothing for her to do, Emma ended up sitting down as well. Next to Regina, of course. She shot her girlfriend a look and mouthed 'told you', thereby referring to her parents' state of blissful oblivion. For all they knew, Emma and Regina had been very innocently asleep in their beds.

Regina elbowed her in the ribs.

"Ouch!" Emma complained.

"What's that, honey?" her mom asked, head whipping up.

"Nothing," Emma said hastily. "I just, uhh… stubbed my toe, that's all."

"You're awfully clumsy this morning, querida," Regina said unhelpfully. Her lips twitched as though she was fighting a smile.

Emma vowed to herself to make Regina pay for this in some kind of way. She had several lovely ideas. And none of them were suitable to think about right now.

Regina turned her head and flashed her a perfectly innocent smile. As though she knew exactly what Emma was thinking. And perhaps she did. Emma found that Regina was quite capable of reading her like an open book. Which honestly sometimes was a bit scary.

"How is the little one doing this morning, Regina?" Emma's dad asked as he sat the plate of croissants on the table.

"He's doing wonderfully. Very active." Regina gave her belly an affectionate rub. "Though he did keep kicking me while I showered."

"Maybe he'll end up love water," Emma said goofily.

"Sí. Quizás." Regina shifted on her chair and grimaced slightly.

Emma was immediately alert and wanted to ask Regina a million questions about how she was feeling.

But she never got the time to do so. There was a knock on the door, and a second later, her dad was escorting Regina's dad into the kitchen. Regina's cheek were kissed, and she was asked how she was feeling this morning. Regina answered that she was feeling wonderfully, and then all five of them dug into the brunch. The conversation was flowing, and Regina was eating pancakes and croissants with vigor. "I am so hungry, I'm nearly dizzy," she joked as she helped herself to another pancake.

"Better get some food in you, huh?" Emma said affectionately.

Regina smiled. She had done that a lot this morning, and Emma couldn't have been happier about it.

"Henry, can I show you around in Storybrooke after brunch?" Emma asked the elderly man.

"Why yes, Emma, that would be lovely," Henry smiled. "I have so been looking forward to seeing your hometown."

"What time are we leaving?" Regina asked between mouthfuls of pancakes.

Emma turned her head and looked at her. "Are you sure you want to come with us?"

"Sí." Regina lifted an eyebrow in surprise. "Why wouldn't I want to go with you?"

"Well, I was just thinking… Maybe you'd prefer staying here and relaxing?"

The words had barely left her mouth before she regretted them. A flicker of annoyance crossed Regina's face for a split second before she found her most patient smile and asked Emma: "what is it that I keep telling you, mi amor? That I am-"

"-Pregnant, not sick," Emma sheepishly finished the sentence and felt her cheeks getting warm. "I know, I know. I'm sorry."

Regina snickered and patted her hand. "I'm coming with you. No discussion."

"No discussion," Emma echoed and smiled. She had to get better at remembering that Regina knew herself best. She knew what she could and could not handle. Emma had to chill out and stop being so worried.

Everything was going splendidly…

And it continued to do so. Because later, Emma, Regina and Henry went for a walk in Storybrooke. It had started to snow, and Emma had brought her camera. With good reason. Regina looked like a movie star in the new winter coat she recently had purchased. The coat was long, reaching her calfs, and it had a big, blue fur collar coat. It was belted at the waist, and she looked awfully sophisticated in it.

There was one thing to break the sophistication, though. The fact that Regina was waddling when she walked. It looked so goddamn cute Emma was pretty much dying every time Regina took a step. Regina herself wasn't impressed, but that was just too bad. Emma didn't care. Never had she seen a cuter walk than this one.

"Hey guys, can we stop here?" she asked when they reached the library. The façade of the library had always been one of Emma's favorite things in her hometown, and she had a feeling that Regina in front of the old building, wearing that coat would make for a splendid motive.

"Will you pose for me?" She asked when Regina turned her head and asked why they should stop.

"Oh." Regina chuckled softly. "Of course." She waddled over to the library and gave Emma (and the camera) a very sweet smile.

"Perfect!" Emma said, very satisfied. She glanced up at Regina's father who smilingly was watching the séance, and another idea formed in her brain. "Henry, do you mind standing next to Regina? I would love to have a picture of the two of you together."

"But of course!" Henry briskly walked over to Regina and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

They both smiled widely, and Emma took the picture. And another. And another. Later, when Regina was occupied, she would look through the pictures and decide which one she was going to use for the album. The album she would give Regina at the baby shower…

To Be Continued….