Regina smacked her alarm clock lazily and rolled to her original position, turning her head back slightly with a satisfied smile plastered on her face.

"Morning," she whispered.

She felt deliciously sore and used, and the memories alone were enough to ignite a small throb between her legs. And unless she was completely out of her mind due to the excessive number of orgasms she had last night, she was pretty sure she was engaged.

To Emma Swan.

Her beautiful, fluffy idiot.

Fluffy?

She opened her eyes and rolled on her back, finding a small pile of pillows behind her instead of Emma's solid body.

Regina sat up, face scrunching in a frown. Emma's pajamas were scattered on the floor, making a small trail towards the bathroom. Regina could smell her ginger soap right after noticing the large water puddles on the bathroom tiles.

That woman couldn't step on the rug for the life of her.

Regina rolled her eyes and sighed.

Emma was not a morning person, and it was very unlike her to get out of bed without making a fuss or letting Regina know she was up, usually with a million of kisses until Regina finally got annoyed enough to go downstairs and make breakfast for them.

That smelled a whole lot like a major freak out.

With a pang in her heart, she went downstairs and let out a choked gasp of surprise when she found Henry ready for school, putting his cereal bowl in the sink.

"Morning, mom," he grunted with heavy lids as he made his way towards her.

"Why are you up already, honey?"

"Ma made me get up before sunrise so we could finish my Math assignment because she promised you she would," he snorted. "Can she go back to not living here with us? She was nicer when she was only visiting."

Regina smiled, bringing him close to her in a tight embrace as she kissed the top of his head – a couple years from now and she would have to tiptoe to kiss his cheek. He smelled like fresh out of the shower, too.

"You showered for school?"

"Again, can Ma not live here? She made me. Said it would help to smarten up… Can you believe her?"

Regina could have laughed at how absurdly similar his rants and grunts were to Emma's, but she didn't have the heart to upset him further.

"She won't always be like that, and you know it," Regina said, rubbing his shoulders while he continued to hide his face on the curve of her neck. "She's the cool parent."

That made him look up.

"What do you mean, she won't always be like that? Is there something wrong with her?"

"Did it look like there was?"

"She was definitively quiet and thoughtful and bossy. I don't like Ma like that."

Regina chuckled, but her heart sank lower inside her chest. That could not be good.

"And she was wearing gym clothes," he added. "She must be really angry at something to go for a morning run when it's not even morning-"

Regina ate her breakfast in silence, which didn't consist on much food. She was too nauseous for coffee and greasy pastry. And the saddest part was that she was sure Emma would insist on a ridiculous amount of carbs after their night activities.

It was even sadder that she would probably not be feeling sick if Emma were there.

She drove Henry to school and finally plopped down on their couch back home. She had never called in sick, but well, there was a first for everything.

Her secretary had assured her she would call if something needed her exclusive and immediate attention, but that was not the reason why Regina wouldn't stop looking at her phone, until she fell asleep with a blanket around her shoulders, watching morning cartoons.

XXX

She jumped from her small cocoon of blankets when she heard the front door click shut.

"Emma?"

The blonde appeared on the doorway of the TV room slowly. Her hair was tied into a messy bun atop her head, and on general she was a sweaty mess in large sweatpants and a tight tank top.

"What- What's wrong?" she immediately was in front of Regina when she noticed askew hair poking out of a blanket.

"I wasn't feeling well."

"Why didn't you call me?"

"I did."

Emma looked at her phone after collecting it from her back pocket. "Damn," she hissed at the missed call notification, and then she sat down on the coffee table, and her green eyes were wide, and round, and she looked terrified. "I am so sorry! Are you okay? Do you wanna go see a doctor? Can I-?"

"I am fine," Regina held her hand, smiling sadly. "Are you?"

"Of course I am."

"It's okay if you freaked out. Marriage is a big deal, after all."

It seemed that it took Emma a full minute to understand what Regina was talking about. Then Emma's eyes grew even wider.

"Oh my God, is that what you-? Jesus fuck, of course you'd think that!" she was laughing, but it was a nervous laugh. She stopped when she noticed the look on Regina's face. "No. Please. Please don't think that. No. That's not it."

"Well, then what?"

Emma looked utterly embarrassed now, her flushed cheeks growing slightly redder. "I, uh. I woke up to pee and… it was gone. Monster was gone," she added when Regina frowned.

"So… you got upset… because your penis disappeared."

It wasn't a question.

It sounded more like a soft accusation preceded by a lot of smacks for worrying her to death over a missing cock.

"Regina, I'm sorry, I didn't think you would worry about it… I got up to help Henry and I decided to clear my head because, well, I know you were enjoying that I had a cock, and I still had one when I proposed, and now it's gone, and I was afraid we'd become that vanilla thing you hate so much, and Robin Hood-"

Emma shut her mouth.

Not with a smack on the back of her head, but with a hot, fierce kiss against her lips.

A kiss that lasted an eternity, a kiss that got both women panting and gasping.

"Don't do that again," Regina sighed against her lips. "And I have something for you."

Emma remained silent as she watched Regina leave and come back after a few moments, blanket still draped around her shoulders. She was holding a dreamcatcher.

"What is it?"

"I got this from Rumpelstiltskin while you were in jail-time-out yesterday. I realized that somethings you have to see for yourself so you can believe."

"Okay?" Emma said, her tone half bored, half polite.

Regina rolled her eyes. "Just take it."

The dreamcatcher was not just a dreamcatcher, apparently. The second the tips of Emma's fingers touched it, a few sparkles flew and her skin buzzed with the magic in it. Before she could argue about being electrocuted, images appeared in front of her and she went silent.

It was like she was…

She was Regina.

Not that she was Regina, but she could see from her point of view, and she could feel her heart beating at a quiet pace.

It was Regina's heart.

And she was sitting at Granny's, a cup of coffee in front of her on the table, Robin Hood across from it, smiling at her.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Emma snarled, shoulders growing tense.

"Watch it," Regina said gently, holding her wrists. "All of it."

Emma focused her attention back to that moron, reluctantly. She watched what appeared to be two more dates, one at Granny's again and the other by the pier. The next scene was Robin apologizing and leaving with Marian. The only thing that soothed her was Regina's steady but soft heartbeat.

And then the images changed, and there she was, in front of Regina, apologizing for bringing Marian back and… Regina's heart was a pounding mess. And she was reading her note at council meeting-

ADMIT THAT YOU LIKE ME A LITTLE BIT.

Regina's heart was loud and fast like a fanfare band.

She watched herself entering Regina's office in sweatpants and a top and the suspicious bulge, and not only Regina's blood pressure raised, but also the volume of the thumping noises against her eardrums…

The scene dissolved and she saw herself barging in many moments of Regina's life, mocking her, speaking through a mouthful of food, annoying her, showing up at her doorstep at night and introducing herself as Henry's biological mother…

Thud thud thud thud thud…

And there was the day Regina thought she drank the potion, and her frantic heart was sinking, slowly, and breaking…

And Emma was on top of her, rocking her hips, and her heart was close to exploding, beating everywhere, and throbbing everywhere…

The images dissolved and the dreamcatcher was only a dreamcatcher again.

She didn't look up at Regina. It took her several moments to absorb what she had just seen.

"You showed me… your heart," she mumbled quietly.

"Yes."

She could hear the small smile on Regina's voice, but she was not ready to face her yet.

"I made your heart beat faster." Than him was heavily implied, but somehow Emma thought it was unnecessary to bring up his name again.

"You always had that effect on me."

Emma looked up, and she swallowed hard when she saw Regina's expression.

Love.

Adoration.

Peace.

Trust.

Safety.

Need.

Home.

"I…"

Regina stood up from the couch and slowly straddled Emma's lap on the coffee table, enveloping them both in the warmth of the blanket.

"Don't scare me like that again."

"I won't," she gulped, not sure what to say. Her arms slid around Regina's waist, and she felt the silk fabric on her skin. "You're wearing pajamas?"

"I called in sick."

"Because of me?" she asked quietly.

"Yes."

"I am sorry, Regina-"

"Don't apologize. Just talk to me when something's bothering you."

"Okay."

"You are sweaty."

"I was running."

"Mm… you're very sexy when you're-" she nuzzled Emma's damp neck, biting down her earlobe and whispering "-dirty."

Emma smirked, her flesh shivering and burning like a wildfire. "Am I?"

"Ye- Oh!"

Regina was on her feet in an instant, one hand covering her mouth as the blanket slid off her shoulders.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Emma sprung on her feet within a millisecond.

"Stay back," Regina growled, hand still on her mouth.

"But what-?"

"Back!" she snarled, spinning on her heels and running as fast as she could towards the nearest bathroom.

XXX

"We should go see Whale," Emma said, changing into her uniform as she fumbled inside the closet.

Regina closed her eyes, throwing her head back against the headboard, nursing a cup of herbal tea.

"I am fine."

"I never saw anyone throw up like that," said Emma's voice, still slightly muffled.

"That's why I locked the door," Regina hissed. "You had no business busting it open."

"I was worried about you!"

"For God's sake, what are you looking for in there?"

"Ha, don't try to deflect. We are still discussing your vomit, Regina."

"If you mess up our clothes, we will be discussing your new bed in the guest room!"

Emma stuck her head out and sighed. "I can't find my Firefighter uniform."

"Maybe because you're not one?"

"Fire drills, baby," Emma said, refraining from rolling her eyes because Regina was sick. "Once a year, me and dad go to the school and teach the kids how to be safe in case of fire. You know that."

"Since when?"

"Since a council meeting two or three years ago, when you called me lazy product of nepotism even though I was Sheriff before my dad remembered he was my dad."

"Oh."

"That's okay, I don't mind," Emma grinned.

"I'll bet," Regina scoffed.

"What?"

"You like the female staff drooling for you in that stupid outfit-"

Emma chuckled, cockily. "I just remember you drooling for me in that outfit."

"Shut up and get dressed before you are late for work. I'll look for you."

"I'll give a better look later, don't worry," Emma approached the bed and kissed her. "I want you to rest."

"I am bored."

"You were going to take a day off anyway, so what's the deal?"

"I'm gonna miss you."

And just then Emma noticed the tearful gaze that was very, very uncharacteristic of Regina.

"Baby-"

"Get out of here, Emma Swan!" she barked, sliding under the blankets angrily.

"Gina, I-"

"OUT!"

"Geez-"

XXX

"Ma?"

Emma looked up from the reports she was supposed to be filling, and smiled.

"Hey, kid!"

"Are you busy?"

She looked at the pile of late paperwork she should have submitted to Regina three weeks ago.

"Is your mom here too?" she asked cautiously, checking above his shoulder.

"No, just me."

"Then no, absolutely not busy," Emma grinned, pointing David's empty chair. "What are you doing here? Oh wait, did something happen to your mom? Is she-?"

"She is fine," Henry interrupted her with an eye roll. "I mean, she's sleeping it off now."

"What is that supposed to mean, now?"

"When I got home she was throwing up, like, a lot," his face scrunched in disgust. "And she got really mad with the mailman because he stepped in one of her flowerbeds and dragged dirt to the porch. And then she cried while she made lasagna for dinner. Tried to, I mean."

"Tried?"

"She just… got sick of it, I guess. Left everything on the counter and went to bed. But before you freak out," he added, guessing exactly what Emma's next move would be "-I think I know why she's being so weird."

He took the storybook out of his school bag and smacked it heavily on Emma's desk, making several reports slide off wooden surface.

"Are you going to… read me a story?"

He rolled his eyes just like Regina would have done. "It changed. Look-"

He opened it on a marked page, and Emma was surprised to see Regina and her drinking wine at a small restaurant. It was their first date after dick number one disappeared and they finally admitted they were in love with each other.

Henry turned the page, and the next picture was one of them in Regina's bedroom, with a pregnancy test, looking upset. Then there was Emma fighting with Robin Hood.

"Oh, I am sorry I missed that," Henry snickered. "But he was just being an ass because Marian broke up with him and then he thought Mom would want him back. But you know that Mom loves you, right?"

Emma had to smile embarrassedly at that. "Yeah, kid. I know that."

"Here, there's more," he flipped the page, and it showed them this morning before Emma went to work, and it depicted Regina in full dragon mood. "And… I wanted to ask, but then I realized I didn't want to know how you two did it… But this is probably why she's all angry and whining a lot today…"

The next picture had the three of them, sitting on their bed, and Regina was holding a…

"What?" Emma stuttered, turning the next page and finding it blank. "Where's the rest? Where's the rest of the story?" she pressed on frantically.

"Maybe we should go home and… tell Mom. Then we'll see what happens?"

"Right," Emma nodded, her head buzzing, amazed at how rational and calm her son was. But then again, he was also Regina's son. Regina was the annoying voice of reason. "Okay," she said again, grabbing her phone and her jacket and hushing towards the door, the sudden movement making more reports fly and the chair spin noisily on the same spot.

Henry grabbed his book and followed her. He yelled when she set to a run.

"Ma! The car!"

But she wasn't listening anymore, and Henry rolled his eyes, hurrying to catch up with her.

XXX

Emma checked Henry outside through the glass window of Mr. Clark's store. His cheeks were flushed and he was struggling to catch his breath, but she would have time to apologize later.

Mr. Clark held the pregnancy test warily and peered at Emma through the rim of his glasses. "Funny. I thought you and Regina were being lesbians together now-"

"Do you want me to punch you?" Emma snarled. "Because HELL I feel like punching anyone-"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" he put the box in a paper bag hastily and offered it to her. "It's on the house, please don't hit me!"

Emma snatched it from his hand, eyes narrowed at him, and then she pushed the door open.

"C'mon, kid!" she called out for Henry, starting to run frantically towards 108, Mifflin Street.

"Why do we have to run?" he complained, not sure if Emma was actually hearing him from a block away. "It's not like Mom will go anywhe- Damn!" he hissed, hurrying his steps when Emma disappeared around the corner.