Something a bit nicer and lighter than the last chapter :) Thanks again to AbigailSykes.
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If Regina thought Emma had previously been overprotective, it was nothing compared to how she was now. Since their scare, a little over a week ago, Emma been more attentive than usual, which was really saying something because she had always been very attentive. Emma had suggested that they should visit Dr Ruth every day just so she could check on Regina and the baby to make sure everything was okay. Regina wanted to do whatever she could to ease Emma's concerns, but she knew that would only encourage the blonde's distress, so she quickly dismissed it. It frustrated Emma, but she wasn't about to force her fiancée into anything she didn't to do. Instead, she made sure her full and constant attention was on Regina, and that was frustrating to Regina.
"Will you please stop staring at me? We are meant to be watching the film," Regina exasperatedly reprimands, without taking her attention from the screen in the cinema room. She had reached the end of her tether with Emma's smothering, even if it was coming from a place of love and care.
"Are you okay?" Emma asks, ignoring the light scolding she had just received.
Regina sighs heavily and reaches for the remote control to pause the film on the screen before turning to look at Emma. "I'm fine. Cocoon is fine. We are both fine. Just as we were when you asked ten minutes ago and the other hundred times you have asked us today. Nothing has actually happened to us, not last week and not since then. Please just stop worrying over nothing." She runs a hand through her hair and lets out a big puff of breath. She knows Emma is just being caring, but it's getting exhausting to constantly reassure her.
"You can't tell me not to worry about the only family I've ever had," Emma replies with anguish in her voice as she starts picking at the label on the bottle of beer in her hands. She was aware that her constant attention was starting to grate on Regina, but that night had scared her more than she thought possible. She had imagined the worst and she couldn't stop dwelling on it.
"I'm only telling you to not worry because there is nothing to worry about. You are stressing yourself out. Don't think I haven't noticed that you're sleeping less, you're exercising less and you're eating less... but you are drinking more," she says as she eyes the blondes forth beer of the night. "You need to look after yourself better. You'll be back training with the Slayers soon and you need to be fit for that. And you... you haven't touched me since that night," she says weakly. The tenderness between her legs had completely gone after a couple of days, but each time she had made a move on Emma, the blonde had made some excuse to avoid it.
"You know that isn't because of you," she pleads for her to understand. "I just don't want to push our luck. I was so relieved that Cocoon was okay. I don't want to push it."
"Stop being so bull-headed. Dr Ruth told you it was fine for us to have sex. We can take it easy. Don't you miss making love to me? I miss our intimacy, Emma." She never thought she would ever beg anyone for sex, and she supposes it isn't really the sex itself. It really was the intimacy she missed more than anything. She still fell asleep each night with Emma's arms around her, but it was less intimate than it had previously been and more protective. She didn't want to sound ungrateful because she really was grateful that Emma was so caring and devoted, but it wasn't doing the blonde any good to constantly be on edge in the way that she was.
"What if I get carried away again? What if I hurt you again?" All logic had been thrown out of the window after that night; she wasn't thinking with her brain but with her heart. She just wanted to keep them both safe, no matter what.
"For the hundredth time... you didn't get carried away. You only did what I asked for, what I wanted. Will you please see Archie about this? We can't go through the rest of my pregnancy like this. Please, talk to him?" She didn't mean for it to sound so pleading. She wasn't trying to force Emma to do anything, she was just trying to help her see that it was for own benefit.
Emma thinks about it for a moment and then gives a small nod of her head. It was probably a good idea. Regina had been patient with her, but her patience was obviously starting to run out. "Yeah, I'll see him." It couldn't hurt. She had never had anyone to care about before or anyone she had feared of losing. She knew she needed help to deal with this and be a better partner than she had become in the last week.
"Thank you." She leans closer and presses a gentle kiss to Emma's lips before pulling back to check Emma's face for any signs of discontentment. Finding none, she closes the gap between them and kisses her again, more lingering this time.
Emma fights the urge to end the kiss before her traitorous cock gets her in trouble. She wants to give her sweetheart what she wants, what she wants too. She blindly reaches out to put her almost empty beer bottle on the small table in front of the love chair, so her hands are free to cup the feminine jawline of her beautiful lover that she has been neglecting.
Regina moans wantonly when she feels Emma's hands cupping her face, gently holding her as she deepens the kiss and shows Regina just how much she wants her. A week without Emma's physical attention had felt so much longer than it actually had been. She waits a few minutes and with no sign of the kiss ending or Emma pulling away, she decides on a bold move. She straddles Emma's lap. There is a millisecond of doubt, doubt that she has done the wrong thing when Emma's hands retreat from her face, but as quickly as the touch disappears, it reappears on her lower back as Emma urges her closer. She presses forward and is delighted to find the bulge of a hardening cock beneath Emma's jeans. How she had missed that feeling, the feeling of Emma's excitement growing against her.
She groans in disappointment when Emma moves her back to her side of the love chair, as the blonde moves from underneath her. At least the kiss was progress. It was more than she'd had from Emma in the last week. Her happiness at the kiss comes back tenfold when Emma slinks off the chair and onto her knees in front of her.
Emma says nothing as she leans forward and kisses Regina's stomach, over her top, before trailing kisses further down until she's laying gentle kisses over her jean clad crotch. She smiles up at Regina, a smile that says she's sorry for being the way she has been for the last week, a smile that is tinged with the promise of things being better, as she pops open the buttons on her jeans and pulls down the zipper. She works the jeans down her thighs to her ankles and pulls them off before discarding them behind her and spreading her legs wider. She kisses the wet patch on Regina's panties, the tip of her tongue flicks out to taste her lover's essence that marks the material.
"Is this okay?" She sounds so insecure it simultaneously warms and breaks Regina's heart.
She smiles sweetly as she runs her hands through blonde tresses, her nails gently scrape at the back of her head. "It's more than okay."
Emma tamps down her worries by telling herself she is just going to eat Regina out, nothing more. There's no chance of her hurting either of her loves this way. She kisses the damp patch on her panties once more and inhales deeply before working them down her legs until the scrap of material joins the jeans on the floor.
Regina automatically spreads her legs open and watches in satisfaction at the awe on Emma's face as the kneeling woman stares intently at her needy centre. She wants to push Emma's head forward until that very talented mouth is on her core, but she has to let Emma do this in her own way and in her own time. She doesn't have to wait long until the tip of Emma's tongue tentatively traces her labia. The happy whimper she lets out relaxes Emma enough for her to make firmer strokes with the flat of her tongue. She keeps it slow and gentle as she builds Regina up. The mewls and moans that drip from her lips, matching her essence that drips from her lower lips, tells Emma that she's good to keep going, so that's exactly what she does.
Regina feels like she needs more. After over a week of being denied the carnal pleasures of her lover, she is desperate for more. She rocks her hip forward, chasing the gentle strokes and caresses of Emma's mouth and tongue.
Emma looks up at her through her lashes, their eyes meeting as Emma places her hands on Regina's hips and holds her down, pleading with her to let her do this at her own pace.
Regina relents and allows herself to fully relax into the chair. She divests herself of the rest of her clothes and gently pulls at her nipples as Emma continues eating her in a way that she's comfortable with. She has to admit, this slow build has its benefits. She's been on the receiving end of Emma's attentions for over half an hour and it was quite delectable. As much as she wanted her orgasm, she was quite happy to let this continue for as long as Emma could keep going without getting lockjaw. Their fun was almost ended prematurely when the warm, strong tongue circled her opening and she lurched forward, almost climaxing out of nowhere.
Her knees had passed the point of pain a good ten minutes ago and now they were simply numb, but she was more than content to stay as she was and swallow as much of Regina's essence that flowed from her engorged opening as she could. The last few minutes, she had been debating with herself about entering Regina, just with her tongue, but it still worried her. Regina's reaction told her she had nothing to worry about, so she did it again. She circled her slick centre over and over until tanned thighs were quivering on either the side of her face. When she feels a hand slip into her hair, she gives Regina what she wants, what she's patiently been waiting for. She slowly pushes her tongue inside her. The quivering thighs snap shut around ears, as silken walls flutter around her tongue. She licks at the swollen walls as Regina grinds against her face, not stopping until her lover collapses back into the chair and her legs loosen their grip on her head.
She drinks down every drop of Regina's sweet essence, then plants smalls kisses to every inch of her sated pussy before standing up and trying to shake off the dull ache in her knees and lower back. "How are you feeling? Are you okay?" She tries to make it sound casual as she stretches out the tense muscles in her back.
Regina eyes the huge bulge in her sweatpants through half closed eyes. "I'm great, better than I have been all week," she says with a wink. "Come here, darling," she requests with her arms held out. Emma joins her back on the loveseat, cuddling up against her naked chest as Regina holds around her. She reaches for Emma's crotch and gives it a squeeze. "Your turn," she purrs as her hand slides to the waistband of her pants.
Emma puts her hand on top of the one trying to get into her pants and stills it. "Can we just cuddle for a bit, please?" It was enough for her that Regina had been satisfied. She would take a cold shower if her dick didn't go down. For the first time that she could ever remember, she wasn't interested in the boner in her pants and the pleasure she could get form it.
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The next Slayers game was at home and to Emma's relief they win it. It leaves them on the same points as the Boston Belles, but they are behind on goal difference because they hadn't had Emma's scoring prowess for the last couple of games.
That next game is at the end of September and it was the last game of Emma's ban. The three of them, along with Jacob, were sitting in their VIP box watching the game, faces painted of course. It was nil-nil and there was only twenty minutes left to play. Emma was cursing the missed chances her teammates had had. She was cursing herself even more. She would have easily scored at least three of the opportunities her team had missed if she hadn't have acted so rashly and got herself banned from playing.
"Oh," Regina gasps from nowhere.
Emma's head swivels around quickly, "what's the matter?" She blurts out with wide eyes as Regina holds her stomach. She'd been having daily sessions with Archie since agreeing with Regina to see him and she had made a lot of progress. She had eased up on being so panicky and suffocating and their intimate moments had become a daily thing again, but she still refused to penetrate Regina with anything more than her tongue or fingers. That didn't mean she wasn't going to worry if there was a reason to.
"The baby kicked," Regina announces with a huge smile, "I felt the baby kick!"
"No way," Emma whispers, her eyes still comically wide as she reaches out to touch the baby bump.
"Let me feel," Kathryn says as she also reaches out to place her hand on the overcrowded stomach as Jacob obliviously continues to play with an action figure at her feet.
"Hands off," Emma semi-jokingly warns as she gently taps Kathryn's invading hand, "it's my baby. I get to feel it move next."
Kathryn smiles and shakes her head. There's no point in arguing with Emma when it comes to her baby.
"Come on, Cocoon, kick for mommy," she pleads. After a minute of absolutely no movement, her smile drops. "Are you sure you felt... oh my god Cocoon just kicked me!" She shouts out like the proudest parent that ever existed, making little Jacob jump. "I felt our baby." She doesn't cry in front of anyone but Regina, and Archie on the odd occasion, but her eyes start to tear up and she couldn't even care. Her baby had just moved, and she actually got to feel the wonderful sign of life.
"My turn," Kathryn excitedly states. Emma's about to protest but one look from Regina has her closing her mouth and removing her hands begrudgingly. Kathryn doesn't have to wait quite as long to feel a little kick. "Oh wow. I think this little one would be better on the pitch than your teammates," she jokes to Emma. "This little one is definitely going to take after you and be a soccer star too."
Emma smiles proudly. "My turn again." She knocks Kathryn's hands away without looking at Regina, not wanting to be on the receiving end of one of her infamous glares. They had all forgotten about the game going on in the stadium. Emma waits and waits but it seems like the baby has gone to sleep but she doesn't give up. Maybe their baby was kicking but she couldn't feel it properly with her bandaged hand. She starts pulling at the knot that keeps the material in place, if she could get the stupid thing off, she might have a better chance of feeling any movement.
"Don't you dare," Regina warns. The same infamous glare back on her face.
"But I might be missing out," she protests.
"You're not. Cocoon hasn't moved. I haven't felt anything either. I promise you it's nothing to do with your bandage. Keep it on."
"Fine," she sighs. Instead, she takes the hem of Regina's top and asks for permission with her eyes. Once it is granted with a nod, she lifts it up and puts her hand back on her stomach and strokes the bump, trying to encourage her little one to move, not actually sure if it would help.
"Two minutes of extra time," Kathryn announces as the game is coming to an end, the score still nil-nil.
For the first time since Regina had announced their baby had moved, Emma's remembers there is a game on. "Come on, Cocoon. Tell me if we are going to win. One kick for yes and two kicks for no."
"It's a baby not a crystal ball," Kat teases before snorting loudly.
"Don't listen to bitter old Aunt Kathryn," Emma coos to the bump.
"Play nice you two," Regina warns.
"She started it," Emma mumbles. "Ooh Cocoon jut moved a bit."
"No, darling, that was me. I was trying to get comfortable," Regina reluctantly admits, not wanting to take away Emma's excitement, but it was the truth.
"YESSSSSS," Kathryn screeches as she watches the game. Elsa scores a crucial goal in the dying seconds.
"See, it was Cocoon. I said one kick for yes if we are going to win the game and we have won the game. It was Cocoon!"
"Okay, my love," Regina easily agrees. She was happy for Emma to believe that if she wanted to.
"That's my clever baby," Emma praises, as she kisses the bare bump. Then she turns her face to gently lay her cheek on the bump.
The final whistle blows and down on the pitch, the Slayers celebrate their three points and getting back on top of the league. In the VIP box, Emma smiles to herself, overcome with the deepest happiness she has ever felt, and it has nothing to do with soccer.
That night, they make love the way Regina had been wanting, finally getting filled by Emma again, well, almost filled. Emma had refused to go balls deep, promising Regina it wasn't because she was worried about hurting their baby, but because she didn't want to hurt her or leave her sore. Something about their baby moving had fully reassured her that there was nothing wrong with Cocoon. The pregnancy was going as it should and Emma was truly able to relax for the first time in weeks.
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Emma had told her a few times that she never celebrated her birthday to reassure Regina that she didn't need to feel guilty about the fact that she had to work. She had said that just the fact they were going to be finding out the sex of their baby on her birthday, it would be the best birthday ever. This had been the only time that Regina had wished that she had taken a bit of the compensation money she had been offered, so she could get Emma some wonderful, over the top present that her fiancée and saviour deserved. As it is, she had to make do with the money she had saved from her wages so far. It wasn't much, but it had been enough to get Emma something she knew that she wanted.
She quietly enters their bedroom, a tray holding their freshly made breakfast in her hands. She places it on the nightstand and gets back under the cover to snuggle up with her lover. "Happy birthday, my love," Regina congratulates her with a small kiss to Emma's cheek as the blonde stirs awake.
"Good morning, beautiful." Emma happily smiles as she rubs her eyes, completely oblivious to the fact that Regina had been missing from the bed for the last half hour or so. Her nose twitches and her eyes open fully when the smell of bacon and coffee hits her nostrils. "Breakfast in bed?" She asks with a big smile when she spies the tray of food.
"Well, it is a special occasion."
"Yep, today we find out if we are having a boy or a girl."
"That's not what I meant, and you know it."
"I know, I know," Emma sighs. Birthdays had never meant anything to her. "Do I at least get a birthday kiss?" She asks with a wiggle of her eyebrows.
Regina answers by leaning down and gently brushing her lips against Emma's. Keeping it light and lingering until Emma slips her hand around the back of her neck and pulls her a little closer so she can deepen the kiss.
Emma stills her tongue for just a split second when the taste of mint hits her. She realises that Regina had already brushed her teeth and she most definitely had not. That thought quickly passes, chased away by the firm ministrations of her lover's tongue against her own. "Happy birthday to me indeed," she says bashfully when the kiss comes to a natural end.
Regina smiles sweetly down at her. "Now... breakfast, then presents."
"Presents?" She quirks a fair eyebrow. "You got me presents?" She honestly couldn't remember the last time she got a birthday present that wasn't a hand-me-down or a slap for being so cheeky for expecting something.
"Of course, I did. It's not much but I hope you will like it."
"I'll love it because it's from you," Emma gushes. She nervously looks down and toys with the edge of the covers, years of neglect making her anxious about asking the question that's on the tip of her tongue. "Can I... can I have my present first?"
Regina's heart sinks. This wasn't a side of Emma that she got to see very often. The soccer star had more money that she could spend in a lifetime. She could have anything she wanted at any given moment, but she was nervous to ask for her birthday gift. "Let me just get it. Don't blame me if your breakfast goes cold though."
"I won't." Breakfast could wait. Emma wanted to open the first real present she had ever had in her life. She turns her head as she watches Regina open the walk-in closet and rummage around behind some of the clothes. Her stomach rumbles, maybe breakfast couldn't wait after all. She quickly reaches over to the tray on her nightstand and grabs a rasher of crispy bacon that adorns the stack of pancakes before shoving it into her mouth. She looks over just as Regina exits the closet, a big gift bag in her hand with balloons tied to the handle.
"Happy birthday, my love." She hands over the gift bag and slips back under the covers next to Emma who is now sitting up against the headboard.
Emma was speechless for a moment. She had never had a fuss made over her on her birthday and she didn't quite know how to react. Breakfast in bed and now a gift... and balloons, it was all a bit too much for her. To top it all off, she was in bed with her pregnant fiancée. Whatever it was she was feeling was entirely new to her.
"Sweetheart, this is meant to be a happy time," Regina says soothingly, as she wipes a tear from the blondes cheek before gently cupping her chin and turning her head to get her attention.
"I am so happy," Emma replies sincerely when she looks into concerned brown eyes, "so, so happy."
Regina smiles softly as she wipes pale cheeks clean of the happy tears that mar them. "There are two in there but the main one that's for you... well, I hope you like it as much as I liked buying it," Regina says suspiciously.
That statement piques Emma's curiosity and without further ado, she unties the balloons from the handle of the bag and they float to the ceiling. She glances inside the bag and pulls out an envelope. She tears it open and pulls out the birthday card inside, her eyes tear up again at the beautiful words written in Regina's flawless scrawl on the inside. She had even signed it from herself and Cocoon. "I love it," Emma murmurs before stealing a kissing and placing the card on her nightstand, grabbing another piece of bacon as she does so.
"Your breakfast is going to be cold if you don't hurry up," Regina warns, as her own excitement at Emma opening her presents gets to her. She kisses the blonde's shoulder then leans her chin on it as she watches her dip into the bag and pull out a wrapped gift.
Emma turns her head to give Regina one more quick kiss before she rips into the paper of the first, smaller present. "OH... MY... GOD! Look how teeny tiny it is," she says with a chuckle as she holds up a baby size USA soccer jersey with 'Swan' printed on the back.
"That is for when you win the World Cup and I bring our little one down onto the pitch to celebrate with you."
"I love it. It's perfect," she says, with a loving kiss to plump lips. There was no way she couldn't win the World Cup now. She already had visions of Regina and their baby coming onto the pitch, after the final game, in their matching jerseys.
"Now open that one," she says as she points at the bag.
Emma takes the larger present out of the gift bag and tears into it in much the same way as she had the other one. "No way. It's the one I wanted!" Emma beams before springing out of bed and pulling on the red leather jacket that Regina had gifted her.
Regina bites her lip and smiles at her lover's enthusiasm, and also because Emma was standing there in her white boxers and vest top, with the jacket on.
"I love it," she says as she runs her hands down the soft material of the arms. "Hang on, why did you say you had fun buying it?" Her smiles drops and she looks quizzically at the brunette.
"I may have gone back to the store and sought out that little flirt," Regina replies nonchalantly.
"I know there is so much more to that story," Emma says, quirking an eyebrow. She knows Regina would have had her fun messing with the sales assistant.
"Well, I could tell you, or," she moves over to Emma's side of the bed and sits on the edge before reaching for Emma's hips and pulling her forward, "you can put my mouth to better use." She gropes at the slight bulge under the white cotton as she looks up into darkening green eyes.
"I guess the story can wait," Emma easily relents as her dick starts coming to life under Regina's firm ministrations.
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They were early to their appointment for the twenty week scan; Emma made sure of it. She didn't want to wait a second longer than she had to in order to find out the sex of their baby. In fact, she was hoping because they were early, Dr Ruth would be able to get to them sooner.
"You know, it's just as rude to be early as it is to be late," Regina informs Emma as they sit in the private waiting room. One thing her mother had instilled in her were impeccable manners.
"I have waited months for this, being a few minutes early is no big deal in the grand scheme of things." She's playing with the Velcro of her recently changed brace as her knee bounces up and down, a sure sign of her impatience and excitement. "Besides, it's my birthday."
"We are..." Regina confers with her watch, "forty-two minutes early." She puts a hand on Emma's knee to still it, and then she takes a hand with her free one, if only to put a stop to the irritating noise the Velcro makes every time Emma pulls at it. "And exactly... it's your birthday, can you imagine what we could have done with those extra forty-two minutes in bed this morning?" She purrs with a wink. After she has swallowed Emma's load that morning she made sure Emma ate her breakfast, albeit, a cold breakfast, and once Emma was satisfied in every way she rushed to get ready for the appointment.
"Intimacy with you is literally my favourite thing in the world but this... I just can't wait to add this scan picture to the scrapbook. So far, all I've got are the three pregnancy tests and some scan pictures. It's pretty bare." She's too focused on all things baby to pay much attention to how early they are.
"I can't wait until we can get a hand print in paint... wait... you've put the pregnancy tests in the scrapbook? When did you do that? And more to the point, how did you do that?"
"I couldn't sleep last night..." The smile on her face tells Regina she couldn't sleep because of how excited she was. "So, I went to sit in the room we've picked out to be our baby's room. I looked at the picture in the scrapbook for ages," she says dreamily, "and I realised that's all I had in it and I wanted more in it, so I taped the tests to the front page. It doesn't really close now though," she says with a shrug.
Regina laughs out loud and places a kiss on her cheek, "you are just too damn cute. I'm just going to go to the bathroom, I'll be a moment."
"Okay, beautiful." As soon as Regina stands up to leave, Emma's knee starts bouncing again and she begins pulling at her Velcro strap.
Regina smiles at the noise before closing the door behind her and walking to the reception. "Hi, Veronica," she had become familiar with Dr Ruth's assistant on the couple of occasions she had been to the Doctors office, "I know our appointment isn't until eleven but I was wondering if there was any way we could move it forward a bit. Like, as soon as possible, please."
"I'm sorry but the Doctor is catching up on files at the moment. Could I get you something to drink whilst you wait, perhaps?"
Regina was aware the receptionist was just being nice and doing her job, but did she really think a drink was the answer to making time pass quicker? "No, that's quite alright. Thank..." A voice from behind her stops her mid-sentence.
"Regina, hello," Dr Ruth acknowledges her as she places a bundle of files on the reception desk. "You're a little early. The appointment isn't until eleven."
"Yeah, Emma's just in the waiting room and well, you know, being Emma. She can't sit still with all of the excitement."
The Doctor smiles at her, knowing exactly what she means. "I tell you what, why don't you go get her and meet me in my office? We'll get things rolling. I'm sick of looking at paperwork anyway."
"Only if it's not an imposition?" She asks hopefully.
"Not at all. I'll just get things set up and meet you in there."
"Excellent. Thank you." She gives Veronica a curt nod and goes to get Emma from the waiting room.
"How would you like to see outrbaby," she confers with her watch again, " thirty-four and a half minutes earlier than planned?"
"What the hell happened in the bathroom?" Emma queries with a quizzical look.
"I may have told you a tiny white lie so that I could use my charm to get the good Doctor to see us early."
"You did? Awesome. Then what are we waiting for?" She jumps up and takes Regina's hand, leading her to the Doctors office. She knocks the door, but in her anticipation, she opens it and walks in before waiting for an answer. "Let's do this, Doc."
The Doctor chuckles and directs Regina to the bed. "You know the drill," she says as she continues to set up the machinery.
Regina lays back and pulls her top up. Emma leans over and kisses the exposed skin of the baby bump before whispering, "I don't care if you're a boy or a girl, I just love you so much. And I love you so much," she says to Regina before kissing her lips and holding her hand. "This is the best birthday ever."
The Doctor had finished setting up the monitor when she caught what Emma had said. She pretends to still be working on it to allow them their intimate moment. She eventually turns around when she can feel a set of eyes burning into her. "Alright, alright, here we go," she says in surrender to the green eyes that were boring into the back of her head. She squirts the gel onto Regina's stomach and grabs the transducer. "And you're both sure you want to know the sex today?" Both heads nod in agreement. She places the transducer on the gelled stomach and after a moment the sound of a heartbeat fills the room and a slightly bigger and more defined blob than last time appears on the screen.
"Cocoon's getting so big!" Emma beams in full proud mother mode.
"I know. I'm carrying the weight," Regina deadpans. They both continue to look at the screen as the wand moves over her stomach, showing their baby from every angle, the entirety of their baby was much more discernible than the last scan.
Dr Ruth keeps the wand still on one particular area and looks more closely at the monitor. "So, mommies, say hello to your daughter."
"A girl," Regina murmurs as her eyes fill with happy tears.
"Regina, we're having a princess!" Emma declares loud enough for everyone in the building to hear. "A beautiful baby princess!"