Regina's gentle arms are holding her close, but conscious of the baby that's filling her stomach. Her perky breasts are pressed firmly against Emma's back as her warm breath tickles the back of her neck. Emma was always the big spoon in their relationship over the summer, but now she's enjoying their reversed roles because she knows this woman is keeping her and her son safe. She squirms in closer to her embrace, but the woman doesn't budge. Emma's heart races as too many nightmares cloud her judgement, reminding her that she's had this exact dream too many times to count and this is probably just her subconscious at play again.
Her mind races as she tries to wake herself up from this teasing dream. Another horrific nightmare of her wishing Regina was there holding her close and promising for a better tomorrow. Her heart panics, forcing her body to jerk forward in bed and gasp for air.
"Emma," Regina gasps as she too flings forward in bed with her. "What's wrong? Are you okay? Is the baby okay?" She quickly blurts out as she, herself, is trying to fully wake up from her deep slumber.
"You're here," she acknowledges out loud to confirm that this wasn't some dream and that the love of her life is actually there with her.
"Yes, I'm here," Regina sleepily verifies, her lips moving in close to peck parted lips and solidify her answer.
Those plump lips lightly brush against Emma's, still lazy and half asleep. Emma savors the moment and takes an extra second to memorize the velvety feel of her flesh. She pushes a little further, so she can feel the small indent of the scar that graces her upper lip. She sighs in relief when her mind fully wakes up and registers that Regina in fact is there.
Regina doesn't stop though, she continues to kiss her deeply as her hands guide Emma back down into the warm sheets below. Her right hand cups Emma's cheek while the blonde stretches behind her to continue kissing her while she remains the little spoon.
Emma hums in full appreciation that Regina is there with her and deepens the kiss even further, forcing her tongue into that smart mouth. She quickly becomes winded, prompting her to reluctantly break the heated kiss. Regina smiles like she can't believe she is there with her either and places one more kiss to her lips.
Regina falls into the space behind Emma again and snuggles in even closer to her back. Her hand tentatively rests upon her hip and Emma can so easily tell that she doesn't know where to place her hand because of the baby. She wants to move that hand and wrap it around her entire body, but then her crazy hormones kick in and she becomes highly aware of how close those fingers are to her neglected core.
Her skin becomes hypersensitive beneath the faint touch against her hip bone. Regina's thumb is slowly caressing her naked skin in a soothing manner, but her mind is screaming for her lover to touch her where she's been deprived for four long months. She's not exactly sure if it's wise that she is rushing to sleep together again, but her core is already growing hot and sticky just begging for those talented fingers.
Without another thought, she presses her naked bottom into the bare mound behind her, eliciting a small moan to tumble from her lips without her consent. Regina's fingers grip her hip bone like she's trying to steady herself from being completely consumed by her own arousal. Much to Emma's disappointment, Regina doesn't move those magical fingers to where she needs her most. Another wave of arousal floods Emma's core, soaking her folds and screaming out that she needs the beautiful brunette.
Again, she presses her bottom firmly into the woman behind her, silently demanding that she touches her like she used to. Regina finally takes the bait and slowly glides her hand over the hip, below her ever-growing stomach and down to her mound. She's seven months pregnant and all too aware of the fact that she hasn't been keeping up with her grooming down there. She stiffens, feeling slightly self-conscious, but then those fingers are grazing her desperate entrance and all those taunting thoughts vanish immediately.
A long drawn out moan escapes pale lips as Regina slowly circles the bundle of nerves. Emma's body reacts instantly from being deprived for so long and she rolls her hips into the touch. Plump lips are then planting kiss after kiss to her neck, only adding fuel to her needy fire. Emma pushes her ass into her lover again as her hips shamelessly request more of her attention.
A small moan breaks out against her skin, the warm breath tickling the little hairs that are standing to attention on the back of her neck. She shudders in Regina's arms, grinding desperately against her fingers. Those delicate fingers are careful, but firm as she presses down against her clit, lighting a fire beneath the surface of her trembling skin. A wave of pleasure washes through her blood, producing another moan as her body breaks out into a sweat.
Regina's fingertips slide away from her bundle of nerves, her fingers purposely dragging against her clit as she travels down to her entrance. Her fingers gaze through the wet folds, spreading the thick arousal, that's just for her, all around her entrance.
Regina's nose brushes against her ear and she swears this woman is breathing heavily just to make her shudder once again. "I'm not going to lie," she husks behind her ear while her fingers easily slide through her wetness. "This is kind of hot," she groans, lightly tugging on the unkempt area while grinding into Emma's ass.
A vicious wave of heat burns Emma's cheeks as she buries her face into the pillow and moans freely. She's not sure if she has just missed this woman so much or maybe it's because she's pregnant, but those fingers feel like magic right now. Her entire body is on fire and buzzing deliciously from the skillful touch. It's like her clit is extra sensitive and she's feeling everything through her body in a more intensified state.
Her hips begin gyrating uncontrollably while she's in search for her orgasm. She's panting, moaning and writhing like she never has before. Regina's mouth is hot on her neck, kissing, licking, biting and sucking while her fingers find her bundle of nerves again. She presses down firmly, eliciting a wave of pleasurable heat through Emma's veins, forcing her to cry out into the pillow.
With expertise, Regina's fingers pull long, drawn out, circles against her clit, leaving her a screaming bumbling mess. All her senses feel heightened and she knows this has to be from her pregnancy. Regina holds her close and works diligently for her orgasm as her mouth never stops worshiping her neck and her hips never quit grinding into Emma's bottom.
Emma's orgasm rapidly builds in the pit of her stomach, forcing incoherent short words to spill recklessly from her mouth, like she's being held hostage and the information they need is spewing from her mouth. Her short nails cling to Regina's forearm while her other hand balls the pillow into her fist. She screams out Regina's name as her orgasm rips through her body violently. Her body stiffens against those talented fingers and she expects to crash instantly, but wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes through her body instead. She's not quite sure if she tumbled into a second orgasm or somehow the first one just won't quit.
"Kiss me," Regina forcefully demands as she continues to draw out the climax.
With Emma's eyes squeezed shut, she turns her head and allows this woman to claim her lips since she already seems to have claimed her heart and pleasure. Emma moans instantly into her mouth as she swallows all the noises falling from her lips. She screams out one last time and finally stops her lover's hand from continuing.
"It's too much," she pants and gasps for air, officially spent from that never-ending orgasm.
Regina smiles and tenderly connects their lips for a kiss that simply lingers, neither one moving to deepen it or ask for more. They just bask in the moment and the feel of their lips conjoined as one.
"Looks like you needed that," Regina smugly acknowledges, coaxing Emma to blush again from her desperate state.
"That was really intense," she gasps, still struggling to find more air to fill her lungs. "I think...it's the pregnancy."
"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," she kindly whispers and nuzzles her nose into the wild, golden curls.
Abruptly, Emma spins around to face her and kisses the tip of her nose. "I think you need to enjoy yourself as well," she teases as her hand slips between their sticky bodies and skims along the silky smooth folds.
Regina's lust filled eyes disappear behind her eyelids while her thick lashes flutter closed. Emma's fingers trail away from her heated core over to her thick thigh, easily guiding her leg to rest on top of her own hip before her fingers travel back down to her drenched pussy. They both allow unguarded moans to fill the air as Emma's fingers spread the thick juices all around.
With practiced ease, she slithers one finger in and waits for that sexy gasp to reveal itself. She groans when that single sound does more to her than she cares to admit. She slowly maneuvers inside the tight walls, stretching her silky insides before she adds another digit.
"Oh yes," Regina breathes while her hips thrust forward and demand more attention.
Emma happily obliges, palming her clit while her fingers venture further inside. Another moan fills the space between them, coaxing Emma's lips to push into Regina's and steal all those sexy noises. She needs those sultry whimpers to fill the hole that was left in her heart from the day the love of her life left for New York.
She slowly retracts her fingers as a nasty thought about a certain man slips into her mind and corrupts her pleasurable thoughts. She slams her fingers roughly into her soaked pussy and smirks from the yelp she creates.
"Did he ever fill you the way I do?" Emma unexpectedly mocks maliciously against Regina's lips, but her brunette doesn't skip a beat.
Regina shakes her head violently and grasps onto Emma's face like she fears the blonde may slip away. "Never, Emma," she moans before her lips brutally crash into hers.
Emma's lips part, guiding Regina's to follow her lead in which she does obediently. Her tongue dives into Regina's mouth to dominant her and claim her forever while her fingers fuck her roughly.
"Tell me you fucked up sleeping with him again," Emma demands.
"I fucked up," she whimpers as she hysterically grinds into her hand, expressing just how much this is turning her on.
"Tell me how I haunted your thoughts."
"Fuck, Emma," Regina grumbles as her eyes slam shut. "I-I was picturing you the whole time. I couldn't come until I played your voice in my head, demanding me to come for only you," she confesses through her raspy, hoarse voice.
"You like when I'm in control don't you?" Regina's fingers dig deeply into the back of Emma's neck, crashing their foreheads together while she fucks her hand wildly. Emma stills her fingers, creating a frustrated whimper from those full lips in a deep pout. "Don't you?" Emma interrogates again with more force, prompting the brunette to nod vigorously.
"Yes. I fucking love when you control me," Regina pants, inspiring Emma's fingers to continue and work rapidly for her orgasm.
"Come for me," she orders and just like that, her lover releases all over her dirty fingers, screaming her name into the small addition.
Regina's mind is lost somewhere because her hands grip Emma's face even tighter before she ruthlessly slams her mouth against hers, indefinitely bruising their lips in the process. Emma kisses her back though, with the same amount of intensity until they are both out of air.
"I'm so happy to be here again," Regina gushes as her body snuggles in as close as possible.
"I'm so happy you are home," she breathes out her sigh of relief as one happy tear slides down her cheek and they hold each other close with their baby boy between them.
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"Now this doesn't mean we don't love you, Emma," Henry begins, carefully handing over a blue sparkling present dressed in a silver, shiny bow. "It's just that we love that baby boy more," the older man teases as he nods toward her bump.
Emma purses her lips and rolls her eyes at the man who is radiating with such positivity today he might as well be Santa Claus himself. Regina chuckles beside her, in which, Emma teasingly elbows her in the ribs before delicately unwrapping the present. The paper is far too perfect and pretty to just tear away carelessly and she half expects Cora to gather everything at the end and reuse it.
When she reaches the plain white box inside, her eyes flick toward the giddy crowd watching her intently. She turns her attention to her girlfriend and wonders if she knows what's inside or if she's waiting for her to open the damn lid. Slowly, she removes the top, but finds nothing but a piece of paper inside.
She furrows her eyebrows and picks up what appears to be a receipt. Green eyes scan over the print and read the words, cherry wood crib, with the smallest picture ever next to it. She can't make out any of the details, but that's just fine, she's in shock from the overly expensive gift.
"Cora, Henry..." the words die on her tongue and she just shakes her head in utter disbelief. "I-I can't accept this. This is way too much..."
"Oh, you shush," Cora waves her hand dismissively as she rises from her spot off the sofa. She cups Emma's face and smiles with nothing but pride shining in her eyes. "We already had the crib delivered to Regina's, it should be there sometime next week." She delicately places a kiss to Emma's forehead and gazes lovingly into her eyes. "We will miss you so much while you are gone."
"Cora, I'm not leaving for at least another six months," she reminds her, but her eyes are already filling with tears at the thought of having to leave Sicily.
"Mother, you know we will be back to visit as often as we can. Emma wants the baby to grow up here as much as possible."
"I know, but it won't be the same," the older woman sadly admits, causing Emma's heart to break. The older woman carefully rests her hands against Emma's stomach and waits for the baby to react like he always does. "You keep these two in line little boy and you tell Nana and Papa if they are being mean to you," she teases, earning herself another kick from her baby.
"Nana and Papa?" Regina enthuses with one eyebrow raised.
"Yes, we are far too young to be grandma and grandpa," Cora demands as she brushes off the insinuation and scurries toward the kitchen.
"Don't mind Cora, she's old and set in her ways," Henry teases the same old mantra to lighten the mood before he stands and follows his wife into the kitchen.
"Regina, this is a lot." Emma waves the receipt in the air and sighs feeling slightly embarrassed by the hefty purchase.
Regina rests her head against Emma's shoulder and lazily dances her fingers against her stomach, finally becoming more familiar and confident around the baby. Her son quickly plays along, chasing the intruding fingers across her ever-growing bump.
"Might as well get used to it. They are going to spoil him rotten," her girlfriend casually acknowledges but her eyes express that her true attention is on Emma's son.
Emma examines with amusement as the two most important people in her life interact with one another. "Hey, question..."
"Answer," Regina mindlessly retorts as she pokes a very protruding limb.
"What do you want to name him?"
Regina's head springs off her shoulder like she somehow just burned her. "What?" She squawks, turning to offer her undivided attention.
"Well...I know we haven't acknowledged this, but we will be raising him together, right?" She timidly questions, even though she knows the answer.
"Yeah..."
"So, he will be our son, correct?" Regina swallows rather harshly, generating a loud gulping noise. Brown eyes fill with tears and Emma can practically see her mind tripping on words to say, so instead, she nods while her lips curl into an ecstatic smile. "So, we should name him together."
"Well, I know you love Hunter and Flynn..."
"I do, but tell me your opinion."
"I like the name Daniel a lot. Now, I know you don't like traditional names, but what if we use that as his middle name?" She nervously questions as her fingers anxiously fiddle with the hem of Emma's sweater.
"Sounds perfect to me," she cheerfully agrees and pulls her face impossibly close. "I love you and our son, so much," she whispers before capturing those juicy red lips.
"I love you both so much. Emma, I mean it, you two are my world now," Regina declares, gazing deeply into her eyes.
"Good, because you're stuck with us."
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Emma is resting on her back, her fingers dancing across her baby bump while her girlfriend is to her right, on her stomach with her legs twisted in the air behind her and a book in hand. The little guy seems to always be overly active at night as of recently, so Regina suggested reading to him, and so far, her voice has been soothing for the unborn the past couple of nights.
"Goodnight stars, goodnight air," Regina delicately whispers, her voice never sounding so soft in all the time Emma has known her.
Regina insisted on building a plentiful library of books for the baby, so they spent the day walking through town and gathering all types of books for their baby boy.
"Goodnight noises everywhere," she whispers, directly against Emma's bump before she presses a lingering kiss to a protruding limb.
Regina gently closes the book, her eyes peeking over the bump to connect with sparkling green irises. Emma frowns, running her fingers through those inky tresses while her son pushes against Regina's lips. Her girlfriend chuckles softly and peppers the limb with playful kisses, which excites the baby once more. So much for settling him down for the evening.
"I don't know why he insists on training for baby Olympics in the middle of the night," Emma grumbles, poking at the body part that's gliding across her stomach.
"Well, from what I've studied, the theory is that when you are awake all day, moving around and active, you are rocking him to sleep. When you lay down, you stop moving and he wakes up, ready to play," she explains, her fingers skipping playfully over the bump to chase the active foot.
"Are we crazy?" Emma blurts out without her mind ever registering the words.
Regina's playful fingers immediately desist their activity as worrisome eyes flick to concerned green.
"Emma-"
"No, seriously. You just showed up four days ago and had this huge bomb dropped on you and I'm sorry, but I'm just concerned-" the words die on her tongue as her mind runs wild and she loses her train of thought.
Regina's hand slowly slips away from her baby, so Emma quickly reaches out and holds her hand firmly against the side of her stomach.
"Emma, please listen to me," she sternly implores, her dark eyes latching onto Emma's to express her sincerity. "We spent all summer planning a future together, and then we hit a bump in the road, but all our time away did was solidify that you're all I want. I know there's nobody else that I want to spend the rest of my life with. So, we have an unexpected surprise," she smiles so sweetly as her eyes drop down the playful limb, poking out and seeking attention. "Couples deal with surprise pregnancies all the time," she shrugs noncommittally and caresses the baby bump. "I love you, Emma. All of you, which includes this baby," she honestly vows, pressing a kiss to the unborn safely tucked inside.
Damn her hormones.
Emma's eyes fill with warm tears and as hard as she tries to keep them from falling, she fails miserably. She chokes out a wet chuckle, a full on frown and yet a grin plastered across her face as Regina slowly crawls up in bed.
"I love you," she cries, encouraging her girlfriend to lean down and capture her lips.
"I love you, too. I promise I'm all in."
"God, I'm so lucky," she chuckles against Regina's lips.
Regina smiles, balancing on her elbow as they both watch Emma's stomach move in the most peculiar ways.
"I just wish you would have told me from the beginning. You could be home with me now and I could be taking care of you," Regina sternly states, her palm coming to rest against the top of Emma's stomach.
"I know, but I need you to understand that I really want to raise the baby here, but I know you need to finish your career back in New York. And I really don't want to spend any more time apart."
"I promise, we will visit often," Regina reassures her with a delicate kiss.