A soft chuckling sound reached Emma's ears. She opened her eyes and was greeted by the sight of Regina sitting cross legged in bed with her phone in hand. And she was giggling about something.

Emma found that it was a lovely sight to be awakened by. She couldn't wait for this to become the usual. Couldn't wait to have the luxury of seeing Regina first thing every single morning.

A soft light was coming through the crack between the drawn curtains, and a crisp, autumnal wind blew in through the open window. It was exactly the kind of morning Emma loved.

Regina giggled again. Said something in Spanish, shook her head and tapped away on her phone. One of her hands went to her bump, and it was Emma's turn to smile when Regina started humming softly. She often did when Blueberry was kicking particularly hard. Her phone buzzed, and she giggled again.

"Can I hear the joke, beautiful girl?" Emma rumbled.

"Buenos días, mi amor." Regina turned her head. "There is no joke."

"No? Then what are you giggling about?"

"It's just Alejandro."

"Oh." A smile tugged at Emma's lips as she propped herself up on her elbows. "Does he need advices about the ladies again?"

"Maybe…."

Emma grinned. She had quite recently discovered that Alejandro, one of the guys who had played when Regina danced, would text her when he needed advises on women. He actually saw Regina as a kind of 'oracle', and Emma found that to be hilarious.

"Did he mess up again?" Emma asked. Because Alejandro had the habit of reaching out to Regina particularly when he had fucked up.

"Sí, big time."

"Ouch." Emma winced. "Can you help him straighten things out with the woman in question?"

"I told him not to be a gilipollas and apologize."

"That's my girl." Emma wiggled closer and kissed her cheek. Regina smelled awesome. Of warm bed and everything nice. "How are you guys feeling today? Did he stop kicking you in the ribs?"

"Yes, he's been a very good little Blueberry this morning."

"That's my kid," Emma said fondly. She rubbed Regina's belly and adopted a rather high pitched voice as she said: "good morning, little one. Mama says you've been good." She bowed her head and affectionately kissed Regina's round belly.

Regina chuckled and pushed Emma's head away. "Stop it, you'll wake him up and make him use my bladder as a squeeze toy. Again."

"You're right. We can't have that." Emma moved her head away from Regina's baby bump and sat up in bed. She stretched her arms high above her head and went 'mmm!'.

"Someone slept well," Regina said fondly.

"I did," Emma confirmed. "I'm glad Blueberry stopped kicking you. It looked really painful!"

"It was. But luckily, he was a good little Blueberry and let me get some sleep."

"And how is the breathlessness this morning?" Emma asked concerned. Regina had become quite winded when walking up the stairs last night. She had been so winded, she had to stop at the top of the stairs and take some deep breaths.

Obviously, Emma knew that shortness of breath was quite normal in this stage of pregnancy. The baby was pushing against Regina's lungs and crowding them. Totally normal. But it had still been a little unnerving to witness Regina being completely out of breath like that.

"I haven't experienced anything," Regina smiled. "But then again, I'm not doing anything strenuous."

"Let's keep that up," Emma said firmly.

"Querida, I've been doing nothing but relaxing since I got here," Regina pointed out and chuckled.

"You can never relax too much."

"I suppose you're right about that. Are you ready to see Blueberry later?"

"Oh yes!" Emma was so very excited about the upcoming ultrasound later today. As always, she was looking forward to seeing their baby on the screen. No, she didn't care that the image was grainy. It was still their baby. Their little Blueberry.

"Me, too. I can't wait to see how big he's become since the last time. He certainly feels huge. And heavy." Regina rubbed her belly a little and then went 'ooh'.

"Foot?" Emma guessed.

"Or hand. I'm not quite sure. Why don't you give it a shot?"

Emma happily put a hand on Regina's belly. She smiled when she felt their baby move, but she couldn't figure out whether it was a hand or a foot either. Honestly, it felt like it could be both.

"Perhaps he's using double force this morning," Regina joked. "Feels like it. I'm starting to think he wants out or something."

"Nu-uh, not yet," Emma said strictly and patted Regina's belly. "Way too early. Do you hear me, kid?"

"And Mary Margaret says that you won't be a strict parent," Regina quipped. Then her stomach started growling loudly.

Emma declared that it was time for breakfast, and the two of them got out of bed. Well, it didn't go quite as easy for Regina as it did for Emma. Where Emma effortlessly could hop right out of bed, Regina had to hold onto her belly with one hand as she very slowly got on her feet.

"All good?" Emma asked as she put on her bathrobe.

"Sí, estoy bien."

"Any shortness of breath?"

"Not right now. I'm just hungry."

"Well.." Emma laughed softly. "That is something we can do something about." She handed Regina her bathrobe and smiled when Regina did that cute thing where she tied it above her round belly.

"Nice," Emma complimented and touched the neat little bow above Regina's baby bump.

"I know," Regina teased, swaying her back and sticking out her baby bump even more.

"Oh. My God. Can I take a picture of that? Please?" Emma begged. Her fingers were practically itching to grab the camera.

"Sí, knock yourself out."

Emma immediately reached for her camera and held it up.

Regina of course made a point of posing. She smiled and was silly. Pointed to her baby bump whilst making a surprised 'O'-face with wide eyes.

Emma laughed. "Oh my god, I want this as my lock screen!"

"You do not." Regina huffed and scrunched up her nose in that adorable fashion. "Maybe I'll change my lock screen without you knowing it," Emma teased.

"Estás siendo tonto. Let's go have breakfast, I'm starving."

"Me, too." Emma put her camera away and trotted after Regina as she left the bedroom and walked down the hallway.

"What do you want for breakfast?" Emma asked. "Bacon and eggs? Pancakes?"

"Are you going to cook for me, querida?"

"That was the general idea, beautiful girl." Emma did so love cooking for her pregnant girlfriend. It was one of her favorite things to do.

"You're spoiling me. You are aware of that, right?"

"I know," Emma said happily. "It's one of my missions in life. Operation Relax, I call it."

"You have a name for it?" Regina asked amused.

"Of course I do. Every professional have a name for their missions!"

"Missions? As in plural? Do you have more than one?"

"Yep." Emma reached out and patted Regina's now slightly bouncing belly. "This is my next mission."

"I see. And what do you call that?"

"Operation Bundle of Joy," Emma said immediately.

"Ese es un buen nombre. And what does that mission consist of if I may ask?"

"Hmm… one: support you while baby is being born. You know, feed you ice chips and leave you alone when you need that. Number two: take baby a lot after the birth so you can get some sleep. That includes taking the night shift. Number three: make sure moving to Laguna Beach with baby goes as seamless as possible."

"I like that mission." Regina took her hand as they reached the stairs. "I hope you and Blueberry will make mission when he- or she- is older."

"Aww, that could be so cute," Emma cooed. "I want that."

"Me too, querida."

They made it downstairs and into the kitchen. Where it quickly turned out that Emma wouldn't need to make breakfast for Regina. Henry had already beat her to it. Just as they were coming into the kitchen, Regina's father was pulling out a baking sheet with freshly made (and amazing smelling!) cinnamon rolls. He was wearing a blue apron over his velvet pants and checkered vest, and he looked very much at home.

"Daddy," Regina said, pleasantly surprised. "¿Qué estás haciendo aquí?"

"Hacer rollos de canela," Henry answered and chuckled.

"I can see that you're making cinnamon rolls," Regina scoffed. "Not exactly what I meant."

"Well, Mary Margaret and David had to leave. I believe there was some papers Mary Margaret needed to sign, and David is at the station, so…"

"They asked you to babysit?" Regina teased.

Henry chuckled. "No del todo, no. I was just overwhelmed with the urge to make breakfast for my daughter and my daughter-in-law."

"Well, it smells fantastic, Henry," Emma said warmly. "I'll set the table."

"I'll help," Regina said.

"Don't you think you should-"

"I'll. Help."

"Okay, okay." Emma abandoned ship immediately and reminded herself not to be annoying or coddle Regina. She didn't need that in any way. "You'll help."

"Glad we agree, querida."

Henry chuckled at their exchange and asked: "cómo te sientes hoy, Mija?"

"Estoy bien," Regina answered and stood on her tippy toes to be tall enough to reach the cupboard where the plates were.

Emma suffocated a smile at the sigh.

"Are you excited about later, Cielo? I know that I am." Henry smiled brightly. "No puedo esperar para ver a mi nieto!"

"Podría ser una nieta."

"Por supuesto por supuesto. Y ella sería increíblemente querida. La pequeña Elena."

Admittedly, Emma didn't fully understand the conversation, but she knew the words 'la pequeña. It meant 'little'. And Elena, well… that was pretty self-explanatory. They had indeed decided to name the baby Elena if it was a girl.

Elena Margaret Swan-Mills.

Emma had repeated the name over and over in her head, and the more she did that, the more she loved it. Elena. Their little Elena. Ellie for short. Cute little Ellie.

"Emma? Hello?"

Emma blinked, quickly snapping out of her rather sentimental thoughts about the baby when she realized that Regina was talking to her. And poking a finger into her ribs.

"Sorry, what? I think I was daydreaming for a moment."

"Looked like it," Regina chuckled. "I was just asking if you'd like some coffee?"

"Oh. No, I think I'd rather have tea, actually."

"You don't have to drink tea just because I do."

"I think I'll take tea too," Henry said.

Regina groaned as Emma and Henry high fived over the mutual decision to sympathy drink tea.

"Well then. Tea it is," she said and rolled her eyes as she trotted over to the kettle. "And I suppose you two would also prefer Earl Grey?"

"Yes," Emma and Henry said in unison.

Regina shook her head. "What am I supposed to do with the pair of you?"

Emma was amused, and when the tea had been made, she volunteered to pour her. "So you can sit down," she said sweetly.

"Who says I need to sit down?" Regina sassed.

"The way you've been rubbing your lower back at least ten times did."

Regina turned her head and lifted an eyebrow. "Did I do that?"

"Yep," Emma grinned. "You did."

"Oh."

"Sit," Emma said. "Rest that back."

Regina sat down, and it didn't take long before Emma and Henry joined her. Emma lit one of their candles and Henry served the freshly made cinnamon rolls. As usually, Regina was starving, and Emma was happy to see her throw herself into eating with vigor….

That same afternoon, they were on the road. Regina had wanted to walk, but Emma had taken one look at the grey skies and gently suggested that they took the car instead. Regina had accepted that.

Emma was a bit nervous. Not because of where they were going, she was positive that Doctor Whale was going to tell them that everything was just fine with Blueberry. No, she was nervous because she currently was behind the wheel of her mother's black Mercedes. She wasn't all that used to driving her mother's car. She preferred the Bug. But all three of them, her mom, Henry and Regina couldn't fit inside the Bug. So the Mercedes it was.

But the lack of noise honestly had her all tense. The Bug was always making so much noise, and the quietness of the Mercedes constantly made her think that she had done something wrong.

She made a left turn, but she accidentally yanked too harshly at the wheel. The wheels spun around on the road, and Emma hastily steered the car back where it belonged.

"Ay, ay, ay," Regina muttered from the passenger seat where she was sitting.

"For goodness' sake, Emma!" Emma's mother scolded from the backseat where she was sitting with Henry. "Be careful, will you?"

"Sorry, sorry," Emma squeaked. "It's just.. your car-"

"Is working perfectly. You're the one abusing it."

"I am not!" Emma protested. "I'm trying my best here!"

Her mother grumbled something about her 'precious' car, and Regina gave a snigger.

Emma quickly checked the rearview mirror. Her mother was now engaging in conversation with Regina's father. None of them were paying attention to her. Which gave Emma the perfect opportunity to move one hand away from the wheel and give Regina's thigh a little squeeze.

This caused Regina to gasp and immediately bat Emma's hand away from her thigh.

It was Emma's turn to snigger then. She quite liked making Regina gasp.

"Comportarse. No estamos solos," Regina said so quietly it was only Emma who could hear it.

"lo sé," Emma said lightly. But if they had been alone, she surely would have teased some more.

Regina scoffed, clearly not impressed, but Emma could see a faint hint of pink coloring her cheeks. Oh, man. Few things in life was better than seeing Regina blush. Than making Regina blush. Emma loved doing that.

She glanced at Regina and noted that her hand now was resting on her thigh. Exactly where Emma had touched her a moment ago.

Emma liked that too…

There weren't many in the doctor's office. They had chosen chairs close to the door to Doctor Whale's consulting room. Emma was sitting next to Regina while Henry was sitting on Regina's other side. He was still fully engaged in a conversation with Emma's mother.

Regina was lazily flicking through a magazine. Another pregnancy magazine. The subject was breast feeding, but it didn't take Emma long to realize that Regina actually wasn't reading all that much. Her gaze kept wandering. And she soon found out to what.

On a chair across from them, a young woman sat. A woman holding a tiny baby in her arms. The baby couldn't be much older than a month, and Emma's heart melted when she saw the young woman place the baby against the top of her shoulder. She kissed the top of the baby's head. Murmured something Emma couldn't quite hear. Nor did she want to. It wasn't meant for her ears, but oh boy, her heart was melting. Because of the way Regina was looking at the scenario. Because her dark eyes shone, and her hand wandered to her baby bump and rubbed it when she looked at the mother and baby.

Emma leaned in and whispered in her ear: "pretty soon that'll be you, beautiful girl."

"Sí, I know," Regina whispered back. "I cannot wait."

"Me neither. The amount of pictures I am going to take of you and the baby when he- or she- comes…"

"Still not going to find out the sex of the baby?" her mother, who seemingly shamelessly had eavesdropped, asked.

"No," Emma said as Regina shook her head with a smile. "Sorry to disappoint you, mom, but we want that to be a surprise."

"Understood. Had to ask, though. You know how curious I am."

"Oh yeah," Emma said without much teasing. "That I do!"

Seriously, the amount of times her mother's 'nosy ness' had gotten on her nerves when she was a teenager, was shocking.

The mother and baby was called upon by a nurse, and Regina completely abandoned her magazine. She looked only at the little one.

Emma hid a grin. Regina most definitely had baby fever. Which was very, very cute. And something to marvel at too. So many things had changed over the span of these months. Important decisions had been made. And all of them had lead to them sitting here.

Emma spontaneously lifted Regina's hand and brushed a soft kiss over the knuckles.

"¿Para que era eso?" Regina asked with a little laugh.

"That…" Emma kissed her knuckles again. "Was because I love you."

"Ooooh. Yo también te amo."

Before Emma could say Something sickly sweet in return, a nurse came into the waiting area. She looked at a little clipboard and asked: "Regina Mills?"

"Yes," Regina said, quickly standing from her chair.

Emma followed her example. So did Henry and Emma's mother.

"If you could just follow me, please," the nurse said kindly.

Like a bunch of ducklings, they followed the nurse down a hallway and into a consultation room.

"Doctor Whale will be right here. Take a seat, Regina. No need to stand up for too long in your condition." With that, the nurse took off.

"She knows what's up," Emma said as Regina sat down as instructed.

"People are fussing over me."

"Then let them fuss, Mija."

Regina scoffed as her gaze flicked up to her father. "Says the man who absolutely hates when people are fussing."

Henry chuckled. "Eso es diferente."

"¿Cómo? ¿Cómo es eso diferente? Explícame eso…."

"Tú eres mi hija."

"¿Cómo justifica eso algo?" Regina laughed.

As entertaining as the conversation was, the conclusion was lost to Emma when the door was opened, and Doctor Whale walked in.

"Good afternoon, everyone," he greeted. "Regina, Emma. Mr. Mills. Madam Mayor."

Emma suffocated a smile. No matter how many years he had known her mother, he always insisted on calling her 'Madam Mayor'. By now, it had kinda turned into a running joke between her and her mother.

"Doctor Whale," her mother said as Regina smiled and shook hands with him.

"Thirty two weeks on now, huh?" Doctor Whale sat down behind his desk. "And how have you been getting on?"

"Pretty well," Regina answered. "I've been a bit tired, bit winded, but apart from that, I've been okay."

"Ha experimentado algunos mareos," Henry muttered discreetly.

"Sí-sí." Regina waved off his comment but nevertheless added: "I have been experiencing some dizziness, though."

"I see." Doctor Whale made a note on his laptop. "And have you been experiencing any headache?"

"No."

"Any changes in vision? Has it been blurred, or have you been sensitive to light?"

"No."

"Any nausea or vomiting?"

"None."

"Have you experienced any pain in the upper belly?"

"No." Regina was starting to look a bit unnerved. "Aren't these symptoms of pre-eclampsia?"

Emma instinctively moved her chair a little closer to Regina's.

Behind them, Henry seemed to be doing the same.

"It is," Doctor Whale confirmed. "But since you don't experience any other symptoms, I don't believe you have anything to worry about. I will of course be checking your blood pressure in a minute, but I don't think there's trouble at mill."

Regina visibly relaxed at that. "That's a relief."

"I don't mean to worry you, Regina," Doctor Whale said kindly. "But it is my job to ask you."

"Of course." Regina smiled at him.

"Well, shall we see how baby is doing?"

"Yes," Emma and Regina said at the same time.

Regina looked at Emma and laughed. "Glad to hear you're enthusiastic, querida."

Emma was indeed very enthusiastic.

Doctor Whale asked Regina to hop onto the examination couch so he could do an ultrasound.

Regina obediently stood from her chair and walked over to the couch. She huffed a bit as she climbed up. Emma was just about to be annoying and offer her help, and judging by the sound he made, it seemed like Henry was about to do the same.

But it quickly turned out that Regina did not require their assistance. It did not take long before she was laying on the couch and tugging up her shirt. Her baby bump was exposed, and Emma smiled at the way it was just sticking out.

"Alright," Doctor Whale said. "I'll just start out by having a feel of your belly, alright? To see if baby is growing like he or she is supposed to."

"Okay." Regina turned her gaze to the ceiling.

Emma sympathized with her. She could appreciate that having your belly touched by random people wasn't the most interesting thing in the world. Even if said random people was a doctor.

Doctor Whale put his gloved hands on Regina's belly and Emma stood from her chair and walked over to Regina so she could be ready when it was time for the ultrasound.

"Hmm," said Doctor Whale with one hand at the top of Regina's belly and one hand placed a bit lower.

"What's 'hmm'?" Emma's mother asked and narrowed her eyes in that particular way she so often did when she was alert.

"Is something wrong?" Henry asked. He was definitely concerned. Emma could see it in his eyes.

"No, nothing is wrong," Doctor Whale replied. "But I am fairly certain that I can feel the baby's feet here." He touched lightly on the lowest spot on Regina's belly.

"He's breeched?" Regina asked and lifted an eyebrow.

"I believe he- or she- is, yes. We'll be able to see for sure on the ultrasound, but it definitely feels like it."

"Oh." Regina frowned. "That's a bit… unfortunate. Isn't it?"

"Try not to worry too much," Doctor Whale said and smiled at her. "You are only thirty two weeks along. Little one still have plenty of time to change position."

"But if he doesn't, it'll be c-section, right?" Regina asked.

"Yes, that is the usual procedure."

"Oh."

"It'll be okay," Emma soothed. "Blueberry can still turn things around. Literally."

"Yo sé eso. And a c-section wouldn't be the worst thing to ever happen, it's just… No es lo que planeé."

"I know, honey. I know it's not what you planned, but just because Blueberry is breeched right now, he might not be next week," Emma did her best to comfort her girlfriend.

"That is very true, Mija," Henry nodded, patting Regina's hand softly. "You were breeched until week thirty five. Then you turned around, and Cora did not need a c-section after all."

"Oh." Regina perked up at that, and Emma smiled gratefully at Henry. Bless him for always knowing exactly what to say.

"Everything is going to be alright, dear," Emma's mother said and smiled at Regina.

"Well, shall we take a look and see how baby is doing, Regina?" Doctor Whale said.

"Yes, let's."

Emma held Regina's hand as Doctor Whale spread the cold gel on her belly. Regina wrinkled her nose the littlest bit at the coldness, but then turned her attention to the screen.

So did Emma, her mother and Henry. All of them were curious to see Blueberry. Doctor Whale ran the ultrasound wand over Regina's belly. First there was the swooshing sound of the baby's heartbeat. Emma squeezed Regina's hand a little tighter and looking to her left, she saw that her mom had gone a little misty eyed.

"Que hermoso sonido," Henry said.

"Sí, lo sé." Regina beamed as she turned her head and looked at Emma. "Do you hear that, querida? That's our baby's heartbeat."

"It sure is." Emma smiled at her girlfriend and told herself not to become emotional. No need to cause a scene.

"And there is your baby." Doctor Whale turned the screen.

Emma looked at the screen and the grainy image. Her first imminent thought was that their baby had grown so much. He looked so big. Almost ready to greet the world. A bit more cooking, and he would be done.

Looking a bit more intensely at the screen, she could see that Doctor Whale had been correct. The baby was indeed in a breech position. His head was upwards while his feet was pointing downwards. Sort of. His little legs were crossed at the ankles, and one of his knees were bend, making it look like he was sitting very awkwardly. And also making it impossible to see whether he was in fact a boy.

"This is what we call a 'complete breech'," Doctor Whale explained.

Regina bit her lip. "Can he really turn around on his own?"

"He can, but if he's still in this position when you hit the thirty six week mark, your doctor can attempt to turn him. This is done by putting pressure on specific parts of your belly to encourage baby to move."

Regina cringed and Emma's stomach was sympathy aching for her.

"That doesn't sound very nice," Regina muttered.

Emma's mother put a protective hand on Regina's shoulder. "There is exercises you can perform in order to encourage baby to move, correct?"

"Yes, indeed. There is the breech tilt, or pelvis tilt as it's also called. Lie on the floor with your legs bent and your feet flat on the ground. Raise your hips and pelvis into a bridge position. Stay in the tilt for about 10 to 20 minutes. You can do this exercise three times a day. It may help to do it at a time when your baby is actively moving in your uterus."

"I'll definitely try that," Regina said. "Not that there is anything wrong with a c-section, not at all. I won't have given birth any less if I end up getting a c-section."

"That's right," Emma's mother said warmly and squeezed her shoulder lightly. "A c-section is exactly as valid. Whoever says anything else, is speaking nonsense."

Regina smiled. "As long as Blueberry will be okay, I don't care how I'll give birth."

"And your little one is doing perfectly fine. Growing like he's supposed to. He's very healthy."

"That's wonderful news," Emma said. She was not too worried about the baby being breeched. He could still turn around. There was still some time to go. She definitely hated the idea of a doctor putting pressure on Regina's belly in an attempt to turn the baby, it sounded to be a rather unpleasant affair.

She didn't care how Regina would give birth. As long as both her and the bay would be okay. That was the most important thing…

"Isn't that painful in your lower back?" Emma asked skeptically as she looked at Regina.

"No, it's fine."

Emma had her doubts, but since this was an 'official' exercise, she didn't say anything.

Regina was laying on the floor with her legs bent and her feet flat on the floor. Her hips and pelvis were raised into a bridge position. She looked very concentrated, and she had in Spanish asked the baby to please turn around.

Emma pursed her lips. "Don't do anything too strenuous, okay?"

"Querida, I'm fine. The doctor said so. My blood pressure was fine. You saw yourself."

"That's true." Emma had to admit that.

"See? It's all good." Regina swayed her hips lightly.

"Well, since you'll be busy for the next twenty minutes, why don't I head to the grocery store?" Emma suggested. "I could buy you a cream soda?"

"That sounds nice," Regina said distractedly and tapped a finger against her belly. "Come on, little one. Come on…"

Sensing that Regina was otherwise engaged, Emma took it as her cue to leave.

Downstairs in the kitchen, she found Henry. He had been engaged in conversation with Emma's mother, but now he was by himself. Most likely because Emma's mother's phone had rang. The Mayor of Storybrooke was always busy.

"Hello, Emma," he greeted. "Where are you off to?"

"The grocery store," Emma replied. "I figured I would buy Regina a soda. Maybe some onion rings."

"That sounds like a good idea. It would take her mind of things a little."

"Yeah, exactly. That's what I'm hoping. I don't want her to walk around being worried about the baby being breeched. I've told her that there's time still, but she's already doing that exercise Doctor Whale told her about."

"I am not surprised." Henry shook his head lightly. "Would you like some company? I could use some fresh air."

"Sure, some company sounds great," Emma smiled.

They headed into the hallway to put on coats and shoes. It was a chilly day in Storybrooke, and Emma would not be surprised if it started snowing soon.

Out they went in the clear afternoon air. They decided to walk rather than drive since it was such a beautiful day, and Emma thought to herself that she might as well shop for dinner when they reached the grocery store.

"I think I'll make pasta carbonara tonight," she told Henry.

"Reggie will be pleased about that."

Yes she would. Emma happened to know that pasta carbonara was some of Regina's go-to comfort food. And she had deserved a little extra comfort tonight. A breeched baby was not the worst thing to ever happen, but it was still something that was beyond Regina's control, and Emma knew that Regina had been in the midst of planning the birth. A c-section didn't exactly fit into those plans.

"Do you know if she called Cora yet?" Henry asked as they walked down Main street.

"She did, yeah. As soon as we got home. And sent her the video of Blueberry and everything."

"And do you-" Henry cleared his throat. "Do you know what Cora had to say about it all? With the baby being breeched, I mean."

"She was actually very sympathetic and encouraging. Told Regina what we've already told her. That the baby could still turn on its own."

"Ah. Good." Henry gave a little nod. "I am sorry, Emma, it is not that I want you to give me a full synopsis of my daughter's conversation with Cora, but it is hard not to be paranoid when it comes to Cora."

"I get that," Emma said softly. "Absolutely. Things haven't been easy with her."

"No, they have not," Henry agreed. "But I am glad that she and Regina are talking. And I am glad that Cora is living her life authentically. She deserves to be happy. I hope that I one day can meet Malaina. Her daughter was very charming."

"Yeah, Lily is great! I'm glad she and Regina are hitting it off so well, they really seem to have found-" Emma stopped talking abruptly when she sensed a disturbance behind her. Turning around, she saw that Henry no longer was walking behind her. Instead he was standing leaned slightly against a brick wall. His face was pinched in pain and his breathing sounded ragged.

"Henry?" Emma was beside him immediately. "What's wrong?" there was sweat on Henry's upper lip, and he suddenly seemed much too pale.

"Mi... Me duele el pecho," Henry managed between ragged breaths.

But Emma didn't understand what that meant. "What is it?" she asked. "What can I do?"

One of Henry's hands went to his chest. "H-hurts," he managed. Then he collapsed in the alleyway….

To Be Continued…..