So... a lot of you have guessed that Regina may be pregnant, but none of you seem to think that it could be someone else's baby. She was an escort... enjoy ;)

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"Hey, Doc. Come in. The patient is in the lounge," Emma welcomes her physician into their home. She had called Dr Ruth not long after Regina had finally agreed to see the Doctor the night before.

"Hello, Emma. Have there been any changes since last night?" She asks out of interest, rather than any real concern.

"No, she's just been sleeping a lot and you know… the other thing." Emma was usually very open with her the woman as a rule, but seen as she was talking about Regina she felt a little awkward saying the words.

"Her high sex drive?" The medic fills in for her.

"Yeah, that." Emma quickly acknowledges before they step into the lounge.

"Hello, Regina."

"Hello, Dr Ruth. It's nice to see you again," Regina greets her as she stands up to shake the physicians hand.

"Emma has filled me in on why she wanted me to come over but if you don't mind I would like you to tell me the symptoms you have noticed in yourself." She politely requests as she takes a seat opposite the brunette. Emma sits next to Regina and offers her a small encouraging smile.

"It's nothing, really. I think Emma is just being a bit overprotective." She places her hand over Emma's, which is gently resting on her knee. "I have just been a bit tired recently, the last three weeks or so, but I think that's just because I have been experiencing so many new things. We have not long come back from Chicago!" She merrily exclaims in a way that suggested the city was the best place on Earth. "And I suppose my libido has been a little higher than usual but I guess that's just because for the first time ever I have a sex life that I get to dictate." She sounds happy about that but Emma can tell by the way the brunette grips onto her hand a little bit tighter that she feels the pain of the time when she didn't have a choice in sexual partners.

"You could be right. Those are valid explanations but it doesn't hurt to make sure." She offers Regina a reassuring smile before continuing, "any headaches?"

"No."

"Fever?"

"No."

"Nausea?"

"No."

"General aches and pains?"

"No," she states once again, "no other symptoms."

"The last time we spoke I told you that it could take a bit of time before your period came back, has that happened yet?"

"No, but Kathryn's hasn't either."

"Not to worry, that's quite normal after having been on the contraceptive pill for so long. Okay. Well, this sounds quite straightforward and I will be able to confirm my suspicions with one simple test." She opens up the medical bag she had brought with her, prepared for what she had thought this could be.

"Your suspicions? What do you think it is?" Emma had been quiet up until this point but now she spoke with panic in her voice. She may have been the one to call the Doctor but that was just because she thought the woman would administer a vitamin injection or advise her girlfriend to rest a bit more. She only called her so that she could confirm that there was nothing wrong with Regina and she wouldn't have to worry.

"I think you might be pregnant, Regina." She announces as she takes a small box from her bag and hands it to the brunette.

"I can't be. We always use protection," Regina defends herself.

"Condoms aren't one hundred percent effective. They can sometimes split," the Dr kindly informs her without sounding condescending.

"Of course, but surely we would notice if that had happened, wouldn't we, Emma?" She asks the blonde whose eyes are as wide as saucers. "Emma?" She asks, squeezing the hand on her knee to get her attention.

"Urm… yeah… but sometimes… it's like… you know… there's so much… urm… fluid everywhere," the soccer star stutters as she wracks her brain to try and pinpoint one single occasion where she thinks it may be possible. The problem was that now she was thinking about it there could have been many occasions where she hadn't noticed a split in the condom because of the mess their combined bodily fluids made.

Regina blushes a little at Emma's stunted description of their love making as she looks at the box in her hand. She didn't know how to feel about this, what if she was pregnant and it wasn't what Emma wanted.

"This quick test will be able to tell us if you are. It can even give us an indication of how far along you are. Regina," she directs to the brunette, who was staring hard at the little box in her hands, "do you think you will be able to urinate?"

"Yeah," she whispers as she nods her head in the positive. She feels shell shocked. "I'll just go…" She stands up to go to the bathroom, letting Emma's hand fall from her knee.

"Can I come with you?" Emma tentatively asks. She was quietly excited at the prospect of her fiancée being pregnant but Regina's quietness left her wondering what was going through the brunettes mind, so she holds the giant smile that is threatening to split her face, at bay.

A small nod was all the permission she needed to follow Regina through to the bathroom. As soon as the door closes behind them Regina whispers an apology as she wipes as the tears that have begun falling from her eyes.

"Why are you apologising?" Emma asks as she pulls her into fierce hug.

"If I'm pregnant… Have I ruined everything?"

"I can't think of anything better, Regina. It may not be planned but I can't think of anything I want more in this world than to have a family with you." Her words stop Regina's sobbing in it tracks and the smile that had been threatening to make itself known since Emma first heard the word 'pregnant' spills forth.

"Really?" She whispers, as if any extra volume to the word would change Emma's mind.

"Really. But it's your body, so if you're not ready for this…" She doesn't want to say anymore than that, she doesn't want that to be an option but if it was what Regina wanted then she would stand by her.

"No, no… I want to have a family with you too," she says with a watery laugh. "I should probably take the test first, before we get too carried away."

After they have read the instructions and Regina has peed on the stick they stay in the bathroom, waiting in silence for the longest three minutes of their lives to pass. They stare at it as it lays on the surface next to the sink, their hands locked together as the seconds very slowly tick by.

Dark ink begins to appear on the screen and they hold their breaths. 'PREGNANT' the beautiful piece of plastic reads.

"Oh my God! Oh my God, Regina! WE ARE PREGNANT!" Emma shouts as she hugs the brunette and lifts her a few inches off the ground in pure excitement.

Regina laughs but is stuck for words. She couldn't believe it. The blonde places her back on the ground and immediately reaches out a hand to touch her lovers flat stomach. "Our baby is in there."

Regina covers the larger hand with her own, "Yeah, our baby is in there," she smiles as a few fat tears of happiness fall down her cheeks. She looks back at the stick, the instructions said that the test could even tell you how far along in the pregnancy you are. '3+' shows up on the screen. "Three weeks, I'm three weeks pregnant."

Once they had managed to calm themselves down a little they wipe the stick clean and take it with them to the Doctor, who was still sat where they left her, waiting patiently for their return.

She has heard the celebrating and the smiles on the women's faces as they walk in the room tell her everything she needs to know.

Emma holds out the stick to show the Doctor the result, when the seated woman reaches out to take it Emma snatches her hand back, "mine," is all she says, but it sounds like a warning.

"Emma," Regina gently chastises her for being rude to the doctor.

"What? This is the very first indicator of my child's life. I'm keeping this forever."

The Doctor chuckles, not in the least bit offended by Emma's possessiveness of the object. "That's quite alright. I saw what I needed to see. Congratulations to you both, you are at least three weeks pregnant."

"At least?" Regina queries with scrunches eyebrows.

"Yes, that's what the plus sign means, you are three plus weeks pregnant."

"Oh, I thought it meant only three," she states, sounding just as distant as when she had first been handed the test.

"What's wrong, baby?" Emma doesn't understand why that would make any difference to Regina's mood.

Regina turns to her, unsure of how to tell the blonde, but pleading green eyes spur her into action. "If it's at least three weeks then what if… what if… the other men, the clients," she pushes the words out as if they tasted dirty in her mouth and were liable to choke her at any moment..

Emma hadn't thought of that, what if the baby wasn't hers. She looks at the Doctor for confirmation of that possibility.

The Doctor of course knows all about Regina's past. She had learnt it when she had first examined the brunette many weeks ago. "Regina, I really wouldn't worry about that. You have been here for well over two months. Judging from your symptoms I would say you are 8 weeks along at the very most, but probably closer to a month. And besides, back then you were taking the pill and using condoms, so that makes it even less likely. How about I set you up with an appointment in my office tomorrow and I will be able to give you a more accurate conception date?"

They both breathe a little easier at the Doctors reassurances and agree a time for them to go to her office the following day. With that, the Doctor congratulates them once again and takes her leave. Leaving the stunned but happy women to calm their roller coaster of emotions.

"Wow. I just can't believe this," Emma says dreamily as she stares at the stick that hasn't left her hand for the last ten minutes.

"What if she's wrong about the timing?" Regina asks. The Doctors reassurances had been good enough for Emma but Regina still had the tendency to always think the worst.

"She isn't," Emma confidently states as she rubs the brunettes back. "But even if she is, I don't care. It will still be our baby."

That was the reassurance the brunette didn't realise she had been waiting for. Now she felt like she could relax a little. Even if the worst was to happen, Emma was still going to stand by her.

"Hey, don't go in on yourself. It doesn't matter what happens in her office tomorrow. All that matters is that we are gong to have a baby. Even if the baby isn't biologically mine, we will all still be a family. We both know that blood isn't everything."

"I love you so much, Emma." She presses a lingering kiss to the blondes cheek. Her lover never failed to surprise her with her complete and utter love and devotion.

"I love you too. The both of you," she says with real conviction as she snakes her hand onto Regina's tummy once again, the stick still in her grasp.

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Emma is in a world of her own as she sits on the couch with Regina on her lap, the brunette curled up and fast asleep against her chest. She has one arm around her, her hand laying protectively on her hip. Her other hand holds on tight to the magical stick that had made all her dreams come true only a couple of hours ago. Her cheeks ache from smiling but she can't stop. She didn't think she could have gotten any happier after Regina had agreed to marry her but this little stick and the life growing inside of her love had proven her wrong. Her eyes kept darting between the stick and Regina's belly, and every now and then the excitement of it all gets the better of her and an actual giggle keeps escaping from her lips.

"What's that?" A voice breaks her from her reverie and she looks behind her to the culprit. "Is that a pregnancy test?" Kathryn asks in shock.

Emma had been so wrapped up in her ecstasy that she hadn't heard Kathryn returning from her lunch date with Ruby.

She nods her head, not trusting herself to not shout out in glee if she were to open her mouth.

"AAAAHHHHHH!" The delighted squeal reverberates around the room, waking the peaceful brunette.

"What the…" Regina sleepily mumbles as she sits up straight, looking around for a clue as to what just woke her.

"Regina! You're pregnant!" Ah there it is… Kathryn squealing like a banshee.

"I am," she confirms. Her own smile now matching the dopey one on Emma's face.

"I'm going to have to plan this wedding in record time before you get fat!" Kathryn teases her friend as she squeezes into the space on the couch between the armrest and her pregnant friend so she can hug her.

Regina rolls her eyes but smiles at her idiotic friend. "I need a ring first," she states a she gives Emma the side eye.

"I am going to find you the perfect ring and we are going to have the perfect wedding," the blonde promises.

"So… come on, give me all the details," Kathryn demands.

We have an appointment with Dr Ruth tomorrow and we'll learn more then. Can you wait until then and I promise I will tell you everything?" She didn't want to tell her friend that there wasn't any definitive prove that the baby was Emma's, she didn't really want to think about that all.

"Of course," her friend agrees. This was too important for her to hassle and push the brunette about. She could wait a day. "But I'm going to be the godmother, right?"

"There's no one else I would trust with my child," the brunette answers.

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"Good afternoon, ladies," the always pleasant Doctor welcomes them as she opens her office door to invite them in.

"Hey, Doc," Emma casually greets with the same delirious smile that hasn't left her face for the past twenty four hours. Regina is tightly tucked under the taller woman's arm, Emma having been more touchy than usual.

"Hello, Dr Ruth," Regina replies more formally.

"How are you feeling today, Regina?" The Doctor was more concerned with the brunettes mental state than her physical one after seeing how she panicked at not knowing how far along she is. "Please, take a seat."

"I'm okay. I'll be better once I have some answers," she replies with a small, unsure smile as they both take a seat opposite the Doctor at her desk. Emma had done her best to curb the brunettes fears but only the answer of how far along she is could really do that. She had barely been able to sleep the night before as she tried to recall any possible occasion when one of her clients could have gotten her pregnant. She had been doing her best to not think of that time in her life since she moved in with Emma but now it was all she could think about. She cursed herself for always checking out mentally when she was with the men, it was her way of getting through the sessions at that time, but now it just meant that she couldn't remember if there was a possibility of the baby being anyone's other than Emma's.

Emma is holding her hand, the only gesture of reassurance she could offer the worried brunette until they know for sure who the other parent is.

"Well, let's get some answers then. It's not normal to have a ultrasound at this early stage in a pregnancy but it will give us a better idea of how far along you are. I want to warn you, when I use the transducer on your stomach, please don't be alarmed if we can't find a heartbeat. I don't expect to be able to see anything either, we usually can't find anything on an ultrasound until about six weeks, and even then it's usually just the yolk sac we can see. That will simply mean that the foetus hasn't development yet, but it will be a great indicator of your conception date."

Emma's face drops in disappointment, she knows nothing about pregnancies but she was expecting to be able to hear her babies heartbeat today, biological baby or not.

Regina follows the directions the Doctor gives her and hops onto the table in the corner of the room, pulling her top over her flat stomach. Emma is right beside her, still clutching her hand.

Dr Ruth sets up all her equipment and drops a blob of gel onto Regina's stomach then she glides the wand over her stomach. They all stare at the monitor for a quiet few seconds before the Doctor turns to them with a big grin. "I can't find anything, so you can't even be five weeks pregnant. I would put you at four weeks."

Regina visibly sags against the bed in immediate relief. It was their baby, hers and Emma's. Quiet sniffling distracts her from her thoughts and she turns to see Emma smiling, with tears running down her cheeks.

"It's ours," she declares as she leans over to kiss Regina lightly.

The instant relief the brunette feels at not being further along in her pregnancy is soon replaced by worry, once again. "Am I definitely pregnant? What if the test was wrong?" She asks with worried eyes.

The Doctor understands Regina's constant worry and expectation of all good things turning bad, she knows her history and she knows this is normal behaviour for victims of this sort of trauma. "The test you used last night is the best on the market but you can take another one if that would make you feel better."

A small nod from the patient has the Doctor walking to a cabinet on the opposite wall, where she pulls out a box that the brunette recognises as the same as the one she was given the day before. She hands it over to her and then passes her some tissue to clean up her stomach. "You know the process, the toilet is through there," she points to another door that wasn't the one they came in through.

Emma says nothing, she was used to Regina's worries by now. She takes the tissue from Regina and gently cleans her stomach before pulling her top down and helping her off the bed. Just like yesterday she follows Regina through to the toilet. They follow the same routine as yesterday as well, laying the stick on the counter next to the sink as they wait for the result. Emma has no doubts, not a single one, she knows what was going to show up on the tiny screen. After a couple of minutes it was once again confirmed, 'PREGNANT 3+'.

"See, sweetheart. That's our baby. Do you believe now?" She whispers into Regina's ear as she holds her from behind.

The brunette nods. "It's really real," she laughs before turning to press herself into Emma's chest. The blondes arms reflectively move to encompass the smaller woman.

When they re-enter the office the Doctor looks up from a file she is examining on her desk, "same result?" She asks, even though she knows the answer from their matching smiles.

"Same result," Emma confirms as they each take a seat. Regina puts the cleaned up stick down on the desk for the Doctor to see.

"Congratulations... again," she says kindly.

They spend the next half hour going through what to expect during the pregnancy and organising the next appointment. It was something that could have been done in five minutes but Emma wanted to go through things in detail. She even asked the Doctor for some paper and a pen so she could make notes. Regina sits back and absorbs what she is being told and she smiles fondly at Emma when the blonde asks for more information and then writes it all down. Even at the end, Emma wouldn't leave until the Doctor promises to email everything over to her. She was worried she had missed something important and she was going to make sure that Regina would be given the best care possible throughout the pregnancy.

"Come on now, Emma. I think we have enough information," Regina jovially points out as she nods to the pile of pamphlets the blonde had taken from the Doctor, as well as the pages of notes she had made. "Let's leave Dr Ruth to get on with her day. I'm sure she has plenty to do."

"Okay, sweetheart," she relents. "You'll email me everything before you finish for the day, won't you?" She asks the Doctor.

"I will email you before you even get home," the good Doctor promises.

After a round of handshakes and words of gratitude, Regina leads the way to the door for them to leave, and the Doctor sits back down at her desk.

Emma hangs back just a little. She reaches down for the stick on the desk, causing the Doctor to look up at her in amusement. "This one is mine too," she says in complete seriousness as she quickly grabs the stick, the second thing that proves her babies existence, and holds it tightly in her fist. Regina can't help but smile and shake her head at Emma's antics. The blonde quickly walks over to her so they can make their way to Emma's car for the drive home.

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"Kat! Kat!" Regina excitedly shouts as she enters their home. She couldn't wait to see her friend and talk to her about her pregnancy.

"I'm in here," she calls from the lounge.

Regina rushes in, Emma follows behind her carrying the groceries that the blonde had insisted on stopping to purchase on their way home. Their kitchen was always full of fresh foods but after the chat with the Doctor Emma had wanted to make sure they bought every single item that Dr Ruth had mentioned, luckily for them Emma had her detailed notes to hand.

"Oh, hi Fred," Regina says when she sees the agent sitting next to Kathryn.

"Hello, Regina. Emma," he politely acknowledges. "I just came over to give you an update on the compensation from the case." David was going to do it but Fred had jumped at the chance to see Kathryn again, especially because now that the case was over there wouldn't be anything legally wrong with getting to know her better.

Emma dumps the bags on the coffee table and sits next to Regina, both of their smiles disappearing at the mention of the case. It was over but that didn't mean all the emotions from it had disappeared.

With the attention of all three women on him he begins. "So, as you know, all of Gold's assets were taken by the government as they are proceeds of crime. The trial judge has awarded fifty percent of the total value of the assets to be donated to a charity that deals with this type of crime and the other half has been divided up equally between all of the victims." All of the women cringe at that word but Fred doesn't seem to notice. "That means that both Kathryn and Regina will be compensated with $,2.400,000 each."

"Holy fuckballs!" Kathryn exclaims, causing Fred to simultaneously smile and blush.

"I don't want it," Regina says after a few seconds, bringing everyone's attention to her. "I don't want anything to do with that money. Give my share to the charity as well," she adds in a fluster.

Kathryn looks at her like she's insane but Emma's eyes sparkle with pride. Regina always thought of others.

Fred looks a bit shocked, so far none of the women who were owed compensation had refused it. He guessed it was because Emma had more money than she could ever spend in a lifetime anyway, so they didn't really need it.

"Crap! Now I'm going to look like an asshole if I accept the money," Kathryn says, breaking the tension in the room.

"Don't be silly, Kathryn. I know I'm lucky to be where I am now. I have Emma, not that I expect to live off you," she quickly adds as she turns to lover, "Pierre has promised that I can have a job at the restaurant. I have everything I could ever need. There are people out there that need the money more than I do. They should have it."

"Baby, what's mine is yours. The same goes for you, Kathryn. Neither of you will ever want for anything ever again," Emma states as fact.

"Urm… can I get back to you with my answer?" The blonde asks Fred. She knows Emma would always make sure she was okay but that wasn't the same as having her own money, and it was a lot of money.

Emma smiles to herself at Kathryn's comment. She knew only too well what it felt like to have nothing of your own, that's how she had felt her entire life until she signed for her first soccer club and had the security of being able to provide for herself.

"Take all the time you need, " he reassures the blonde. "Maybe if you wanted to discuss it at some point we could do it over coffee?" He addresses the woman he had been sweet on for months, finally getting the opportunity to make some headway with her.

"Why don't we go to the kitchen so I can make you that smoothie I promised you?" Emma suggests so that they could give Kathryn the privacy she needed to let Fred down gently.

"Good idea," Regina says, shooting a concerned smile at Kathryn before reaching for one of the grocery bags.

"Ah," Emma warns Regina with her eyes before gathering up all the bags by herself.

The brunette rolls her eyes at Emma's protectiveness and when they are in the kitchen she reminds the blonde she is only four weeks pregnant, so carrying one bag really isn't a big deal.

"It doesn't hurt to be careful," Emma retorts.

"Am I going to have to put up with this for the next eight months?" Regina challenges with a smile.

"Yep. Now sit down and let me make you and our invisible baby the most incredible smoothie ever." She plates up the tub of chickpea salad they had bought at the deli before blitzing together the concoction of mango, ginger, lemon and apple juice. She places the chickpea salad and the tall glass of smoothie in front of Regina on the dining table before opening the bottles of vitamins she had also bought. "Here you go, Folic Acid and Vitamin D."

"Thank you, darling," Regina praises before giving the blonde a kiss. Emma sits down next to her and watches as she swallows the small pills and washing them down with a swig of the smoothie, a huge grin on her face all the while. "What?" Regina asks in amusement.

"You're carrying my baby."

Regina laughs, "this is going to be a long eight months," she says jokingly.

"Hi, I'm going to leave now. I just wanted to say goodbye." Fred interrupts them when he pops his head into the kitchen, looking slightly dejected.

"Thanks for coming," Emma praises as she walks over to him to shake his hand.

"No problem. You have my number if you need anything."

"Actually, could I ask you a favour?" Regina queries.

"Sure, anything."

"A little while ago David said he could track down my mother but I refused. I was wondering if that was still an option?"

"Yeah, we can do that," he nods.

"Babe?" Emma asks, confusion written across her face. Regina hadn't mentioned anything about wanting to reach out to her mother.

Regina ignores Emma for a moment. "Good. If you could just find out where she is and what she's doing, please."

"Sure. I'll let you know as soon as I have some information." With that he bids them farewell and gets out of there as fast as he can, Kathryn's rejection making him not want to stick around.

"Sorry, Emma. I didn't want to say anything in front of Fred. I need to know about my mother because we have our baby to think about now. I would feel better just having some information on her."

"I understand, beautiful. Now finish your lunch. I'm going to go check on Kat."

"Yes, Sir," Regina mockingly salutes, earning a playful girl for the blonde.

"Hey, how did it go?" Emma asks as she walks into the lounge.

"Euch. I feel like a bitch. I told him I was seeing someone and he looked like I'd kicked his puppy."

"He's a big boy. He'll be okay," Emma tries to comfort her.

"I don't think you appreciate how devastating it is for someone to be denied all of this," she retorts as she gestures towards herself, causing both of them to laugh.

"By the way," Emma says when they have both stopped laughing, "if you want to keep the money, you should. I'll donate the same amount to the charity, everyone wins."

"You are so nice it's disgusting, but thank you, Emma. You are going to be a wonderful mom. Oh shit! The baby." She jumps up and scarpers through to Regina to get all the details of her visit to the Doctors office.

Emma joins them, more to just listen to Regina's excitement than anything else.

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Of course it is Emma's baby! I couldn't be that cruel.

I have no idea about anything to do with pregnancies or babies so if there are any inaccuracies you can blame Google :)