Henry leaned over to peer into the well, his fingers numbing against the cold stone. Last time, it had taken a few minutes for something to happen, so he waited. Come on, he thought impatiently. Do something.

But ten minutes later, he still only saw the dark, empty depths of the well: no colored smoke, no clouds of glittering dust—no magic.

Goddamn it.

"I'm sorry, Mom," he sighed, straightening up. "I still can't wake it up. I don't know what I did last time."

Regina frowned, putting her hands on her hips as she circled the well. "What if we dump the ashes of the heart in there? Maybe it needs something to feed on, something to resurrect to wake up properly."

"Yeah, but if it doesn't work, we lose the ashes and I don't have anything to bring your mom back with." Henry shoved his hands in his pockets, trying to warm his fingers. "We should ask Grandpa to take a look, see if he can figure it out."

"I guess," Regina grimaced, coming to a stop beside him. She exhaled through her teeth frustratedly. "Shit. I really thought it was going to work this time."

"I'm sorry," Henry said, shrugging apologetically.

"No, it's okay," Regina said absently, putting an arm around his shoulder as they started to make their way back to the main road. "Maybe it's for the best right now. God knows I've got enough to worry about…"

Henry frowned. "Something wrong?"

"No…" Regina shook her head slowly, her eyes vague. "Nothing's wrong."

"Is something going on?"

Regina didn't answer; she just kept walking, her boots crunching against the frozen grass.

"Mom?"

"Just…let's get into the car first."

Henry's heart thudded. She'd said nothing was wrong, but something had to be wrong, or she wouldn't have waited to tell him. Why couldn't she just tell him now? Why did she have to have until they got in the car? That gave him way too much time to start imagining all the possible tragedies.

His heart beat more rapidly when they reached the car; he opened the door with shaking fingers, struggling to keep his grip on the handle as he slammed it shut. Regina got in more slowly, almost reluctantly. She carefully closed her door, then reached over for her seatbelt. Henry drummed his fingers impatiently on the armrest, waiting for her to secure it.

Regina took her time, carefully clicking it closed, and straightened the belt so it didn't wrinkle her coat. She took a deep breath, looking straight ahead.

"Henry…" Her voice was faint, trembling slightly; she cleared her throat to steady it. "Henry."

"Mom?"

Regina inhaled deeply, and slowly exhaled. "You know how I've been sick lately?"

Henry blinked rapidly, his anxiety rising. "Are you okay?" he asked, his heart pounding. "Is it serious?"

"Yes, and…yes." Regina frowned, struggling to find her words. "I went to see Dr. Whale the other day, and he told me…"

He told you…? Henry waved his hands impatiently, motioning her to go on. "Yeah?"

Regina turned to him, smiling tightly. "Want a little brother?"

For a minute, all Henry could do was stare at her.

Want a little brother? echoed in his head, and he was suddenly bombarded by barrage of images: crying babies, jars of baby food, baby singlets, tiny socks, bottles and strollers, rattles and teddy bears, baby bibs and blankets…Henry caught his breath, swallowing hard.

"Uh…o-okay," he said, blinking at her with wide eyes.

Regina almost smiled, but it slipped from her face. "I didn't tell Robin yet."

Henry's eyebrows shot up. "Um—you should probably get on that."

"I know," she sighed, her shoulders sagging. Henry tilted his head, trying to get a better look at her expression.

"You okay?"

"I'm…yeah, I'm okay."

"Are you scared?"

"Slightly terrified, but I'm fine."

"Are you happy?"

Regina looked up, raising her eyebrows. "Am I happy?"

"That you're…you know. Are you happy about it?"

Regina looked at him for a long time, then slowly nodded her head. "Yeah."

Henry smiled. "Okay. Me, too."

"Robin?"

"Hmm?"

"I need to tell you something."

Robin's brow twitched, but he wiped his mouth and tossed the crumpled napkin on his plate, pushing it away. "Okay," he said, leaning his elbows on the table. "What's up?"

They were at Granny's, suffering through yet another lunch of bad ham sandwiches and Caesar salad. Regina had dropped Henry off with his grandparents an hour ago, so they and Emma and Neal could all go to the airport to pick up Belle and Rumple. Neal had asked Regina if she wanted to come, since it was a…family outing, but she'd declined in favor of taking advantage of the privacy to tell Robin the Big News.

She was still trying to wrap her own head around it: it had been several days, and the numb, dazed feeling was only just now starting to wear off. Now, she felt…well, pretty much everything. Scared, obviously; worried, over how Robin was going to react; a little ecstatic, because she'd always wanted a child of her own and she never thought she'd have one.

But mostly overwhelmed.

Emma and Dr. Whale had both assured her was normal for a new mother, but it did nothing to abate the feeling. Regina had barely slept for the past four days, thinking about it. She'd asked them both to keep quiet about it—she wasn't ready to tell people, not when she was still processing it herself. She knew she would have to, at some point, but she really wasn't looking forward to that. Telling Henry was one thing: she wasn't going to have to worry about him coming up to congratulate her three times a day (David) or asking to speak to the baby (Snow) or suggesting she name the baby "Killian" for a boy and "Jillian" for a girl (Captain Slutty McSkankFace). Telling everyone else was nerve-wracking. People were going to get emotional, they were going to hug her, they were going to be all excited and start poking their noses even further into her business… Maybe if she took them all out to dinner one day, made an announcement, got it all out of the way in one fell swoop…

"Regina?" Robin waved his hand in front of her face. "Are you all right?"

"Um—" Regina shook her head, snapping back to reality. "Yeah. Sorry, it's just—" she looked up at him nervously—"it's a little life-changing."

Robin blinked, stiffening in his chair. "Okay."

Regina took a deep breath, clenching and unclenching her fists nervously."I haven't been feeling great lately."

"Right…" Robin said slowly.

"So, I, uh…I went to the doctor."

"Yeah…"

"And, uh…" Regina blew out her breath. "I'm pregnant-ish."

"Wait—" Robin frowned, shaking his head. "What does that mean, pregnant-ish? Are you still waiting for the results, or something?"

"N-no, I know the results." Regina looked up at him, smiling briskly. "I'm definitely, you know—" she jutted her head—"'spectin'."

The blood drained from Robin's face. "You are?"

Regina nodded.

"Y-you—?" Robin's eyes widened. "Oh, my God," he said, his voice high and shaky. " He was right?"

Regina frowned. "Who was right?" she demanded, feeling her temper rise. Did someone know? Did Emma blab? Did she tell Neal? Did she tell Neal? Goddamn it, Emma! She was going to rip every last blonde hair out of that thick skull! "You better talk fast, Robin, I need to start plotting Emma's murder."

"Emma?" Robin repeated confusedly. "What are you talking about?"

"She told Neal, and he told you—"

"No, no, no, Hook said—" Robin rubbed his eyes anxiously—"we were just hanging out, and Hook randomly said he thought you might be…might be…"

"Here, take a drink of water," Regina said concernedly as he started to hyperventilate. "Robin—" she slid out her seat and into the booth next to him, reassuringly rubbing circles on his back. "Robin, relax."

"I-I-I—" he buried his face in his hands. "I'm very happy!" he cried in a muffled voice. "But I'm kind of freaking out right now!"

"Yeah, I can see that." Regina bit back a smile, watching him sob into his hands. "So you're happy?"

He nodded emphatically, sniffing loudly as he lifted his head. "Are you?" he asked, hiccuping. "I'm sorry, I'm so emotional right now…I was the same way about Roland, Marian always told me I was the girl in our relationship—"

"It's all right," Regina laughed, pulling him into a hug. "Yeah, I'm happy. I mean, a little concerned, I think you should take a couple Xanax right now, but yeah—I'm happy."

"Who all knows?" Robin asked, his voice muffled against her shoulder. "Because I don't think we should tell Hook, he'll start calling himself 'Dr. Jones' again."

"Hmm," Regina snorted. "Well, I hate to tell you, Robin, but I think even he is going to be able to figure it out, sooner or later."

"Pity," Robin said, wiping his eyes as they broke apart. "So, who knows?"

"Well, you, obviously. Dr. Whale. Emma. Henry. And that's it." Regina pointed a finger at him. "Don't go blabbing, okay? I don't want Snow randomly coming up to me and shoving baby books in my hands. I want to make an official announcement and talk rules."

"Rules?" Robin repeated, dabbing his eyes.

"Yes, rules. Like—" Regina waved her hands. "For instance, one of our rules is, you're not allowed to say, 'we're pregnant'. It's just a really weird, creepy thing to say—and I'm making an executive decision right now that you can't use that phrase."

"Understood."

"Good. Now, rule number two…"