I hope this chapter makes up for the fact that the last one had no smut…
Emma was huffing, rolling her eyes like a child.
A bratty one at that.
Henry came ten minutes later, gasping for air, hair absolutely disheveled as he skidded in front of her.
"Jesus, kid," Emma tutted. "We need to hike more. You suck."
"You suck!" he hissed angrily, his voice oscillating ridiculously from deep to high pitched within half a second. "I am never going on hikes with you, you… crazy… runner…"
Emma started to laugh, because there was nothing else she could do. He was so pissed at her, and he looked so much like Regina, that it actually made her heart ache to be next to her again.
"Yeah, laugh now," he said. "Just wait till I tell Mom you dragged me here without paying attention to traffic lights and stop signs. And that three cars honked at us."
"I will do you Math homework for a month," she said, eyes growing wide.
"I am better than you at Math."
"I will… clean your room?"
"Again, better than you at that."
Emma snorted. Such a mama's boy.
"I'll do your chores for a month. Two months," she added quickly when he started to shake his head. "Trash, dishes, and shoveling snow from the front walk."
"And mow the lawn when it's summer," Henry said, his tone clipped.
"That's way… Fine! Whatever you want! Can you please forgive me once and for all so we can go inside and check on your mom?"
"Fine!" he rolled his eyes dramatically, dragging his feet lazily past her on the porch. He pushed the door open and dropped his voice. "What's your plan, genius? Poke her with the stick and tell her to pee on it? She's gonna set you on fire."
Emma scoffed. "Of course not!" she said, sounding like this was exactly theplan she had in mind. "But stay next to me. You'll be my shield just in case."
"Aren't you supposed to be my other loving parent?" he hissed outraged.
Emma grinned, ruffling his hair. "I am the cool mom. I drag you to dangerous adventures. And I know your mother would never try to hit me with a fireball with you standing in the way. She loves you too much for that, sloppy ass."
"At least one of my mothers does."
Emma squeezed him in her arms, getting muffled complaints about her stinking after running half of Storybrooke.
"I love you, kid," she said genuinely, and he was unable to keep a straight face. "Thanks for showing me the book. Both times."
"Two months," Henry repeated arrogantly, smirking at her as they took the stairs. "And summertime."
"I miss the time you were just a sweet kid who worshiped me," Emma grunted playfully, elbowing his ribs as they climbed upstairs. "You are just too smart now."
"The student became the master," he nudged her back, realizing that she was incredibly nervous as they approached the bedroom. "It will be fine, Ma. Go on," he whispered, pushing the door open softly. "I want to know, too."
Emma gulped and entered the room, noticing the thick bundle of blankets on the bed, the yellowish light glowing from a lampshade, the soft noise of water running…
Regina came out of the bathroom, tying a fluffy robe around her waist, hair looking a little too disheveled even for her sick standards. She gasped in surprise when she noticed Emma standing on the doorway.
"Emma," her voice was raspy and thick, and she nervously tried to adjust her hair. "I'm awful," she pressed the robe tighter across her chest. "What… what are you doing here?"
Emma was smiling, her heart pounding against her chest with beautiful violence. Her entire body thrummed and sizzled. Regina's olive skin looked mercilessly smooth in the dim-lit room, and the way her hair fell messily over her eyes was just…
Maybe.
Maybe she was.
Maybe she had Emma's baby inside of her.
The thought alone made goosebumps erupt on Emma's arms and legs, and her smile grew wider with pride and anticipation.
"Emma?" Regina asked again, a small frown gracing her features.
"Hi, sweetie," Emma mumbled, chuckling awkwardly, like a teenager infatuated by a girl way out of their league.
"I need a shower," Regina said. "I am a mess, and I don't want you to see it. Why are you home so early?"
Emma's smile was almost reaching her ears. She wanted to see her belly growing, and her breasts swelling. She wanted to help with her sore back and ankles. She wanted to be on the receiving end of pregnant-and-hormonal-Regina's wrath. She wanted to be there and make every weird request a personal mission. She wanted Regina craving and missing and depending on her for nine months just as she needed Regina every day. She wanted to be blamed every single day for her hyperactive bladder and extra, uncomfortable weight. She wanted to get up every night to feed and change diapers so that Regina could sleep. She would walk next to her family on the streets, tall and proud, and she would protect them with her life.
"I want to see you when you are a mess. You are a gorgeous mess."
She didn't hear it, but she could picture Henry just outside the door, rolling his eyes and scoffing, nauseated.
"Are you trying to be flattering?" Regina snapped, getting slightly annoyed that Emma was being so cryptic. "My face is swollen, and I am not clean. I need to wash my hair, and throw these pajamas on the nearest garbage bin. And I really need you to have a word with our mailman. He stepped on my jasmines, and those were hard to grow in this Maine stupid weather! And the porch was clean, and then there was mud, and I can't get out of this bed to fix it, and-"
"Hey," Emma ate the distance between them, reaching out to comfort her, but Regina just pushed her away. Emma swallowed hard as she noticed her dark eyes glistening. "It's okay. You're just having a difficult day-"
"Whose fault is that?" Regina snarled, wiping her eyes angrily. Hormones were going rampant, apparently.
"Probably mine," Emma mumbled. "And I am so sorry you are not feeling very nice-"
"The understatement of the year-!"
"But I think I know why, sweetie."
Regina's nostrils flared. She was silently daring Emma to say something stupid.
"Uh," Emma gulped, taking a few steps back. "Kid? You there? Please?"
Henry entered the room carefully, but he got close enough so he could softly push the small paper bag towards his mother. He had a smirk on his lips when she looked inside and then back at him, astonished.
"I'll enjoy being an older brother, in case it's positive," he said, rubbing her robe-clad shoulder.
Regina's eyes then found Emma's, and it was not hard to read her expression behind the sparkle of thick tears. Emma sighed and moved forward, sitting by the foot of the bed with a tentative smile on her lips.
"Go," she said gently, gesturing towards the bathroom.
Regina spun on her heels in silence, pregnancy test clutched against her chest. She closed the door behind her and took about twenty minutes to finally reemerge.
Emma was already twitching on her seat by the time she did, and Henry, sitting right next to her, had to refrain from rolling his eyes too much because it was starting to feel like they would pop out of his head if that day got any more absurd.
"So?" Emma asked, barely containing her anxiety. "What is it?"
Regina sat down slowly on the bed across from them, both of her hands inside the pockets of her robe.
"I didn't look. Yet," she murmured, pulling the white stick out and exhaling deeply. Her brown eyes dropped to the plastic item in her hand.
Emma and Henry had turned to look at her, and the scene was incidentally the exact one they saw on the book.
"Mom?" he called quietly when she remained silent, eyes glued on the stick.
Regina looked up at them and swallowed.
"What does one stripe and a half mean?"
Emma slumped on her back against the mattress, hands covering her face as she muttered unintelligibly.
"It means…" Henry frowned, reading the instructions in the box. "Oh… You should have gotten one or two. Maybe… a blood test is more reliable? Drugstore tests are not always effective."
"Yeah, and we had to buy the ONLY ONE that was not working!" Emma growled in a long suffering voice.
"We didn't even pay for that," Henry countered.
Regina's eyes went wide.
"Emma Swan, if you stole it in front of our son-"
"I didn't steal it! Jesus!" Emma said mildly offended. "What makes you think I-? Okay, fine, I have a shitty record, but I didn't steal that. Mr. Clark gave it to me."
"Because you threatened to punch him," Henry added.
"EMMA SWAN!"
XXX
One hour later and the three of them were gathered in the waiting room of the hospital in heavy silence. Regina stood up to use the bathroom again, and Emma snapped at Henry the second she closed the door.
"WHY, in the name of God, did you have to tell her that?"
Henry grinned. "You made me run like an idiot for no reason. Call it even?"
"We were already even!"
"I was not feeling avenged enough."
"I am not mowing the lawn next summer-"
"Remember that day you took us to town line and let me drive the bug-"
"Fine!" Emma hissed, exhaling deeply. "You are a corrupted brat sometimes, did you know that? Well, fine. Your mom likes when I get dirty and sweaty doing manual work-"
"MA!" he growled, covering his ears in disgust as Emma laughed. "You're so gross!"
Emma stopped laughing immediately when Regina returned, but the brunette was apparently compartmentalizing her irritation. Right now she was nervous and needed the imbecile of her fiancée to keep it together.
She sat down between the blonde and Henry, holding hands with both of them.
Emma intertwined their fingers and lifted their clasped hands to her lips, kissing Regina's skin softly.
"Regina?" Dr. Whale appeared on the archway to the exam room. "If you'll follow me-"
"Here," the brunette fumbled her purse, producing two crispy bills and handing them to Henry. "Go buy some comics, dear. I don't think it will take long."
Henry was halfway out of the couch, when Emma snorted. "Comics. Is that a new code for Playboy?"
"MA!"
"Now we're even," she winked at him, hurrying to catch up with an exasperated Regina.
XXX
"It looks like I'll have three children to take care of," the brunette said quietly as they moved through the long corridor.
Emma snorted, holding her hand as they entered the room together, but she was smiling like an idiot. "God, I hope so."
"So," Whale turned around, snapping a pair of rubber gloves as he pointed a chair to Regina. "Are you having other symptoms other than vomit?"
"Mood swings," Regina said.
"I don't want to burst any bubbles here, but that could mean anything, especially this early-"
"That's why we're here for the blood test," Emma said.
He didn't mind her tone. "Which arm?" he asked Regina directly, who offered the left one. He applied the tourniquet and felt her veins, wiping her skin with an alcohol soaked pad. "Quick sting… Sorry, there you go-"
He quickly worked with the plastic tubes as both women stared away from it. Emma was already feeling her knees wobble.
"Can I ask… how?" Whale interjected, applying pressure to the needle wound. "Hold this for a minute, please," he told Regina.
"We had sex," Emma said petulantly. "How do you think babies are made?"
"By two women? By the means of those incredible methods of fertilization," Whale said simply. "I find it fascinating, and I wish I had at least assisted with the process."
"There was no process," Regina said reluctantly, pressing her lips in an awkward smile as Emma looked more and more worked up. "If it's positive, that uh, happened naturally."
Whale looked fascinated from one woman to the other. "Really?"
"How long until we have the results?" Emma interjected impatiently.
"Not long, let me-" he left the exam room with Regina's blood sample and rushed to the lab at the end of the corridor. He was back within seconds, and he couldn't help noticing the way Emma was much closer to Regina, now, a hand on her shoulder. Her body language was more eloquent than her; she was shielding Regina from him.
"I'll just-" he showed her a sticking plaster, and pointed at Regina's arm. "Alright, ladies," he took several steps back, keeping his eyes trained on Emma, not exactly sure why she was acting like that in his presence. "It takes a couple of hours, if you want to wait here. Or I can give you a call by the end of the day."
"We'll wait for your call," Emma said, again taking a step in front of Regina and turning her back on him, offering her hands to help the brunette up. "C'mon, let's take you home so you can rest-"
Whale frowned, suddenly struck by an idea. "Hey, Swan?"
"What?"
Regina squeezed her hand in warning.
"You're doing a great job," he said to the blonde, ignoring her threatening stance. "If it's positive, I'll need you to keep the good work with your lady."
Emma instantly relaxed, looking impressively proud and smug. She even smiled as she nodded at him.
Regina shook her head with an amused eye roll.
Whale chuckled, offering the Mayor a knowingly wink.
XXX
When they arrived at the lobby, Henry was already reading his comics in one of the couches, but the exciting air quickly thickened into a charged, aggressive one when they saw Robin Hood trying to make conversation with him.
"Nothing's wrong," Henry said annoyed, rolling his eyes for the umpteenth time. "My mom is pregnant with my other mom's baby. That's all, dude. Can you chill for a sec?"
"You're pregnant?" Robin asked, eyes going wide. "With her child?" he pointed at Emma in utter disbelief.
Regina rolled her eyes, reaching for Emma's pocket and collecting the keys to her Benz. She threw them at Henry.
"Go wait for us in the car, honey."
Henry grabbed them, eyed his two mothers and didn't move. Emma looked like she was ready to jump on Robin's throat and kill him.
"Are you done?" Regina asked in a bored tone. "We need to go home."
"How is that possible? If you said the child was mine, that would make a lot more of sense-"
Regina held Emma's wrist, and for once the blonde obeyed. "Henry," the brunette said again. "In the car. We'll be there in a minute."
He studied her expression and nodded. No one knew Regina Mills better than him, anyway, so he decided to leave and let her handle it.
"We were together last year. Aside from not being very good with numbers and logic, what else is wrong with you, Robin?" Regina asked, her voice a sweet, dangerous hiss. "Unless you want a painful reason to be here, I suggest you stop insulting me and my family."
"I came for a routine check-up and I saw Henry," he said with a shrug. "But I mean, how?" his eyes fell on Emma. "She isn't… She doesn't have…"
"She does, from time to time," Regina grabbed Emma's hand and pulled her towards the exit. "And it's bigger than yours," she whispered.
They were almost at the door, hands squeezed tight, heat overflowing between their fingers. Then there was a grunt.
"Bitch."
Emma growled beside her, and Regina could almost touch the anger with her fingers.
She sighed and let go of Emma's hand. "Go get him. I'll wait in the car," she pecked the blonde's cheek. "Teach him a lesson, Sheriff."
XXX
Emma had never felt so mad and so satisfied at the same time in her life.
Right now she was being discharged from the hospital with a small bandage around her knuckles, and the way Regina kissed and praised her all the way home was enough to make her burst with pride.
And hell, breaking his front teeth felt good.
God, it felt so good.
She was barely listening to the chirp conversation in the car as she drove. Henry was patting her shoulder, and Regina was babbling something about them all deserving some pizza to celebrate.
Maybe she got her birthday wish, after all.
XXX
Emma was in the shower when the phone rang late at night.
"Regina."
"Whale," she breathed.
"I am sorry I didn't call earlier. We had a minor setback in one of the recovery rooms and I didn't have a chance to take a look at your results until now."
Regina braced herself, folding one arm around her chest. "Well?"
XXX
"Who was on the phone?" Emma asked, clumsily stepping out of the bathroom and walking around the room as she toweled herself.
"Would it kill you to, just once, do that while you are still in there?" Regina admonished her, pointing the steaming room. She adjusted her back against the headboard of the bed as she watched, hungrily, the display of wet muscles, discreetly working on undoing the knot of her robe.
"I heard the phone," Emma said, as if this was the most logical reason to storm out of the shower dripping and pad recklessly all over the thick carpet that covered the bedroom floor. "And we can always dry it with magic, right?"
"Magic is not supposed to be used as a crutch just because you are lazy and stubborn, Miss Swan."
Emma lifted one eyebrow at the suggestive tone of that admonishment. Her entire naked back was exposed to Regina as she dabbed her face with the towel; she turned around, and her blood heated up immediately with the sight in front of her.
Even with the yellow glow of the room, she could see brown eyes darken and olive thighs spread open. The folds between them looked slick.
As if something else other than her brain controlled her body, Emma was dropping on her knees against the mattress in a second. She crawled her way between Regina's legs, green irises burning, sweat already pouring out of her cool, clean skin.
"Who was on the phone?" she whispered, hissing against Regina's lips as she captured her mouth in a hungry kiss at the same time that the brunette dug her fingernails into her arms. "Gina?"
"Mm?" Regina grinned wickedly, toes running up Emma's right calf and then pressing her ass down against her.
Emma grinded between her legs, the first contact of slick, wet skin making both women groan.
"Who was that?" Emma insisted with an impatient moan against Regina's lips as she grinded and rubbed again.
"Who was what?" Regina breathed in her ear, tangling her fingers into the wild mane and pulling painfully. She moaned softly when Emma responded with a firm press of her hips, one hand fondling with her breasts as the other was fisted against the mattress.
"Phone," Emma grunted, nipping her jaw with her nose and making her tip her head back. She worked the skin of her neck with her sinfully eager lips, biting softly. "Who called?"
Regina grinned again, purposefully deflecting as she slid her other hand over Emma's taut back and squeezed her butt once.
The result was another press, this time harder, followed by another similar movement, and another, and another-
"Emma-" Regina breathed, pulling her hair with urgency.
Emma felt the throbbing intensify, and she was about to voice a complaint for being ignored, when Regina grabbed her wrist and dragged Emma's hand between her legs.
Her dark eyes were broadcasting desperation and need and lust, and Emma gasped when she felt wetness against her fingers. She clasped her lips around Regina's mouth, and gathered all the arousal she could before thrusting two fingers at once.
The blonde swallowed a whimper, withdrawing and thrusting again, keeping the pace slow. She wanted to work Regina up until she was begging to come-
"Missed your fingers," Regina mumbled, stifling a moan against Emma's mouth.
"Yeah?" Emma grunted, using her hips to set the cadence of her thrusts, working herself up unintentionally.
"Faster."
"No."
She slid out, and then in.
And out.
"Please," a choked sob. "Please faster."
"Why?" Emma teased, biting back her moan as her overstimulated clit rubbed faster against her own pumping hand.
"Emma-"
The blonde grinned smugly, chuckling in between sloppy kisses, curling her fingers.
There was a low mumble against her lips.
"Mm?" she mumbled back.
"Pregnant," Regina murmured, closing her eyes, languidly running her toes up and down Emma's leg.
Emma stopped kissing her, but her hips started to pick up a rough pace along her thrusting fingers.
"What?"
"Pregnant," Regina moaned lazily, opening her eyes to look up at the green storm waiting for her. "I am pregnant."
Emma blinked down at her, eyes wide, confused.
Her heart was beating fast. Her parted, suddenly dry lips were blowing ragged puffs of hot air on Regina's chest.
She grinded harder, faster, thrusting and rubbing-
Regina gently curled her hands around the back of Emma's neck. She was smiling up at the blonde, and her eyes were drenched, and she had tears rolling down her face when she came, hard,in absolute silence for the first time, a strangled, silent scream trapped in her throat as her body arched and shook violently.
Emma's hands felt soft against her hips when she closed her eyes.
Her boneless body was still undulating lazily when Emma dropped her head against her shoulder, kissing her collarbone, frenetically rubbing herself against her clenching core. She felt the kisses, the panting.
The mumbled, desperate I love you's, the stifled whimper in her ear as Emma came furiously and fast between her legs.
Regina expected a heavy body to collapse against her, but Emma held back, sustaining her weight precariously with shaky arms and legs.
The brunette opened her eyes again and looked up to protest about the lack of warmth.
Emma was smiling down at her, and Regina saw everything inside her green eyes. Every bit of emotion running through that sculpted body of hers.
Emma plopped on her side, their legs tangling as she pulled the blankets over them. She nuzzled the crook of Regina's neck, one hand trailing down her sternum until it stopped over her lower belly.
"Worked," Emma growled, pulling her impossibly closer, making Regina chuckle softly. "Made baby."
Regina placed her hands on top of Emma's and sighed, closing her eyes.
"Yes. Yes, you did," she whispered, smiling, drifting off almost immediately after that.
One more to go. Thank you for reading!