Life went on in Storybrooke as usual.
More or less.
Robin Hood moved back to the Enchanted Forest with his son after receiving new teeth that made him look like a donkey.
Doctor Whale assured him, with almost zero enthusiasm, that it was the best they could do, and that he even got that for free from an orthodontist who was a friend of his.
Nobody believed it for a second, but that made him a hero among the Charming-Swan-Mills clan.
On general, people still admired and goofed about Emma Swan. Not because she was the Savior, no.
They were awed because she got Regina pregnant, that was why. No one posed a question on how they did it.
They just took Emma's and Regina's word for it, because even though they no longer survived without electricity, they still believed in magic.
That made Emma infuriatingly smug, chest out, permanent smirk.
Occasionally Regina wanted to slap the life out of Emma, because she had put on a lot more weight than expected and morning sickness was just part of routine.
The rest of the time that cocky attitude made her horny, and she would blatantly interrupt whatever Emma was doing so that she could fuck her, including Fire Drill in Henry's school.
Regina blamed the uniform, mostly.
Everybody was still terrified of being in the vicinity of three-months-pregnant-Regina, only now for entirely different reasons.
Emma would jump in front of cars to stop traffic so she could cross the street, and everyone that so much as looked at her in a weird way was in deep shit with a very rude and angry speech on lacking manners towards a future mother.
At night Emma was a wonderfully warm body curled up protectively over her back, hand splayed over her not so small baby bump in bed.
In broad daylight Emma was an annoying, ferocious body guard terrorizing half of Storybrooke because they were breathing too much carbon dioxide around her pregnant fiancée.
Elsa was still terrified of Regina for the same reasons.
She was not a fan of jealous fireballs.
XXX
Emma was pacing furiously as the phone rang, watching the cars fuming against the trees, the metal of the hoods crumpled like paper. The roads still had thick patches of snow left to melt, and the slippery asphalt was causing much more accidents than they had ever registered in Storybrooke.
"Yes, dear?"
"Are you driving and answering the phone?" Emma spat.
"Don't be ridiculous. Henry is driving. We had a few tequila shots to keep ourselves warm, and he is not even slurring his words yet."
Emma sighed, relaxing her tense shoulders a little.
"I just wanted to be there with you," she grumbled, watching her father beckoning the toll truck while paramedics gave people assistance with small bruises.
"You'll be with me in all the other ultrasounds," Regina soothed her.
"Yeah, but Whale said that we might know the sex in this one, and I wanted to be there."
"I know you did, but does it really matter? Won't you love them the same?"
"Of course I will, but-"
"Or did you just want to supervise the length of my skirt, Miss Swan?"
Emma rolled her eyes. "That was one time, Regina!"
"Anyway, your father sent me a report earlier, and I know they need your help. In fact, I am heading there after my appointment-"
"No you are not!"
"Excuse me?" a scoff. "I am the Mayor!"
"And I am the Sheriff! Things are under control, you don't need to be here. The roads are slippery as fuck, and there's no way in hell you are coming here with my baby. I am the authority in charge, so no-"
"Oh you did not pull the authority card on me, Emma Swan… I am still your boss-!"
"Yeah, not today," Emma cut her off. "I said no. And that's final."
She waited. Being arrogant and bossy with Regina could end two ways – violence or sex.
Like last time, when she said Regina's skirt was too short for her to go out in public.
Regina threw a ridiculously heavy and ugly vase that Snow gave them for Christmas, which seemed more like an excuse to throw it in the trash than to actually hurt Emma, but still.
Emma heard the heavy breathing sizzling against her ear, and the school bell on the background.
She smirked, picturing Regina inside the Benz, parked in front of the bricked wall building waiting for Henry as a horde of teenagers ran free.
"Are you horny, baby?"
"Idiot," Regina said in a cracked voice.
"Thinking about that time you were a baaaad girl-?"
Regina growled in frustration. "I need to go, Henry's here-"
"Let me speak to him."
"Hey, Ma."
"Hey, kid."
"How's the accident? Someone got hurt?"
"Nothing too serious, just a scare. Listen, make sure your mother drives slowly, and both of you, seatbelts on! And watch out if she's not wearing heels to drive. Make her take them off. And make sure she drives straight home after the appointment with Whale. There's soup in the fridge. And help her carry heavy stuff if she buys any. And help her get comfortable on the TV room with lots of blankets and pillows until I get home. And do your homework."
A pause. She knew she was on speaker and both Henry and Regina were rolling their eyes at her.
"Anything else?"
"I love you both. Take care of your mom, okay? I only trust you with that job other than myself."
She didn't need to be a genius to realize that was the moment Henry pressed the call button and put the phone against his ear.
"I will, Ma. We love you too. Be careful out there." A pause. "And thank you for trusting me," he added quietly only for Emma to hear.
She smiled, phone pressed between her ear and her shoulder as David called her to help.
"I gotta go, kid. Try to make Whale tell you if it's a boy or a girl."
Henry chuckled. "See you home, Ma."
XXX
"Where's Swan?" Whale asked as soon as Regina stepped the room alone. "I thought she was dying to know the sex."
"The accident on the road was a bit chaotic and she had to stay behind," she placed her purse on the chair as usual. "Henry came with me for the ultrasound."
"Oh, cool. Hey, Henry," he greeted, shoving his head out the door to wave at the teen in the corridor. "Well, tell your lovely alpha dog that I owe her big time."
"What for?" Regina stepped out of her shoes.
"Remember when she dragged me to the Rabbit Hole to celebrate and drink a couple of beers? Well, she got smashed. Even had a cigar dangling from the corner of her lips, I have a picture if you wanna-" the smile vanished from his face when he noticed Regina's narrowed eyes. He gulped. "Shit. You didn't know about that, huh?"
Regina sighed. She remembered vividly how Emma returned home at two in the morning the next day after they found out about the pregnancy, reeking of alcohol and cigarettes, a blotch of guacamole on her shirt, singing Guantanamera in bad Spanish using a roll of cheap toilet paper as a microphone.
"Oh, I should have figured she had been with you that night. I was torn between you and Ruby."
"Why?" he snapped the rubber gloves looking mildly offended.
"You are her best buddy now, or something like that," Regina rolled her eyes, changing her clothes for the hospital gown behind the large folding screen. "Because of the donkey teeth."
Whale let out a loud chuckle through his nose on the other side, then cleared his throat and coughed.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Oh, I bet," Regina climbed on the bed for the routine exam. "But why is that that you owe her? You got into a bar fight and she kicked someone for you?"
"Much better," Whale grinned. "I'll get Henry for the ultrasound, we should do it first-"
"I have the impression that you should not finish that story in front of my son."
"What? Why? Soon he'll need help with the ladies, too, and let me tell you, Regina… Your girlfriend has a way with words when she's drunk. She's impressively charming and convincing."
Regina's nostrils flared. "Do tell."
"Hey, calm the fireballs. She just talked a girl into giving me her phone number. And I have a date with her tonight. Because Emma was my wingman. Wing…woman," he blinked in confusion. "Whatever. It could be both."
"She told you about her penis while she was drunk," Regina sighed. A statement, not a question.
"She told me about her penis while she was drunk," Whale nodded. "Yes. That was actually impressive. She even agreed to let me run some tests in case it ever shows up again."
"I hope you were the only one hearing her brag about it, because-"
"Trust me, that wacko is crazy for you. She was like, broadcasting the news to the entire bar, paying drinks for everyone, making sure everybody heard how much she loved you and, uh, she was very complimentary of your anatomy."
Regina blushed furiously.
"I think I liked it better before, when she just growled at you."
Whale laughed, moving to get Henry, when Regina spoke again.
"Why am I under the impression that you are just stalling? Clearly you wanted Emma here because there's something wrong."
He sighed. "Nothing's wrong. Just… atypical."
"Well?"
"We already discussed the abnormal stretch in your uterus, which is, well, visible."
"You have a clinical way to call women fat," Regina rolled her eyes, trying not to let out the nervousness she felt whenever he brought that up. She should have asked somebody else to take Emma's place at the accident scene.
"You are not fat, Regina. Pregnancy causes weight gain."
"Apparently not this much in such short time."
"Well, there are other factors. Your age, for instance-"
"Fat and old now?"
"Regina," he said gently, and she growled for him to continue. "You're thirty-six. Your lab tests came back and your beta HCG level is a little too high. Nothing to worry about, it can happen when you're in your mid-thirties. Usually women get pregnant earlier, so of course their hormone levels are all different. It also varies from woman to woman. Why don't we get to the ultrasound part so I can see what's going on?"
She nodded, still with an inkling that he was not telling everything.
"So, are you excited?" he asked Henry as he walked in and sat a bit awkwardly on the stool that was usually occupied by Emma.
"Uh, sure, of course."
"Alright, let's see how mini Swan is doing today… Mm… That was definitively not there last month… Like I suspected."
"What's wrong?" Henry jumped slightly, one hand flying to cover Regina's like a proper adult.
"Nothing is technically wrong, but... Do you hear that?"
"A really fast heartbeat?" Henry asked.
"Not a fast one."
"What?" Regina yelped.
He pressed the probe against the round lump that was Regina's belly now. "See?" he pointed the screen. "Definitively more than one."
"You are joking."
Whale scratched the back of his head. "I suspected you were expecting twins when I saw the blood test results. And you were not supposed to feel so nauseated, which is another indication of more than one fetus."
"More than-"
The doctor pursed his lips into a tight line as he kept his eyes trained on the screen. "Let's not stress over it, alright?" he turned to Regina. "This is a good thing, and it explains all the weird pregnancy symptoms you're having. We will be able to see them better in a couple more weeks. I can't even tell the sex yet, in the position they currently are -"
"Oh my God," Regina mumbled with a terrified frown. "They. You are using plural."
Henry left the room for the rest of the exam, which went on in utter silence instead of the usually loud monthly appointment, with Emma constantly warning Whale to get out from between Regina's legs before she broke his teeth too.
When they were quietly walking to the car, both Henry and Regina checked their phones. Emma had texted them seven times.
Each.
"This is just… extra," Henry rolled his eyes. "How long till you can make another ultrasound?"
"Three to four weeks," Regina sighed. She was overwhelmed, and she was wishing now more than ever that Emma had come and heard the news from Whale himself. If she was going to react badly, she could take that out on him. "Guess we'll have to lay out some beer for your grumpy mom, pamper her with diner, and then break the news gently so she won't have a heart attack or freak out."
"She's not gonna freak out, mom, she's gonna be excessively proud about it," Henry said as they buckled their seatbelts, when suddenly an idea hit him. "But you could tell her like we told you."
"The book?" Regina breathed.
"Don't speed up. And take off your heels. The book is not going anywhere, and Ma is going to kill me if anything happens to you- Mom!" he protested only half-heartedly as she dragged him over the gear stick and kissed the top of his head.
"My bossy body guards," she cupped his cheek, noticing that most of the baby fat was gone from his face, giving place to sharp lines that were becoming impressively similar to Emma's. "What should we cook?"
"Something that I can make. She doesn't want you in the kitchen, remember?"
"Honey, we don't need to tell her that. Besides, your mother is being dramatic. I am not sick."
"But you have got… babies in there."
"It can be our little secret."
"Ma will figure it out, you know. She is a lie detector, Mom."
"I'll deal with your mother, don't worry about it."
XXX
Regina and Henry stood in the middle of the kitchen. She was aghast, and he was bursting with pride.
"I will absolutely not have hot dogs for dinner."
"That's for Ma. There's soup in the fridge for you."
Regina shook her head in annoyance. The pages of the book were still blank, and she was not very confident that she was ready to talk about that.
As if sensing her distress, the front door burst open and a surly-looking, wild haired, drenched Sheriff walked in.
"Hey, I'm home – What's wrong?" Emma's frown was accurately in place as she took in Regina and Henry in the middle of the kitchen looking awfully guilty and conspiring.
"Nothing," they said together.
"Right. Someone spill now."
Regina pressed her tights together. Her body loved that authoritarian tone. Her mind hated that Emma used it so often.
"I wanted to make you dinner and mom was supervising," Henry said simply, unaffected by her tone and expression.
There was a pause, and Regina was holding her breath. Emma's shoulders sagged, and she walked in, running her fingers over Henry's hair as she gave him a hug. "Thank you, kid," she mumbled with a tired smile, and then proceeded to reach out for Regina. "How about you, sweetie? How are you? How's the baby? Is everything alright? What did Whale say?" she placed a hand over her stomach, looking worried.
"We're all fine," Regina cupped her cold face with a real smile of adoration, only then realizing that Emma was freezing. "Oh my God, take off that coat and the rest of your clothes. Come, I'll run you a bath while Henry sets the table-"
"I'll do it," Emma winked and kissed her hand, pressing it slightly. "You stay here. I'm fine."
"But-"
"No but. There's no need to make you move up and down for nothing. You and the baby need rest."
And with that, Emma departed, kicking her boots by the front door and climbing the stairs in her socks.
Regina turned to Henry, a little relieved that she didn't notice they were hiding something from her.
"We can't tell her now. She won't let me move if she finds out there's more than one!"
Henry chuckled, lining up a dozen hot dogs for him and for Emma on a plate. "Of course she won't do that. You have to go to work and-"
"Oh my God, she'll want me to stop working! She'll want me to stay home all the time, won't she? Oh my God, she's going to be insufferable-"
The boy only scoffed under his breath and set to fix plates on the table. His mothers were too nauseatingly sweet and protective and all over each other all the time, and he was sure he would be a traumatized adult for knowing too much.
XXX
Emma was sipping her beer when she noticed the slight, almost imperceptible frown on Regina's face. She didn't say anything until Henry finished the dishes and went up to his room.
"Something's bothering you."
Regina felt the hackles on her body standing on end. It was not possible that one idiot had that much power over her. One stupid, hot idiot, her mind trailed off as she watched Emma watching her, dressed in her usual large sweats and an old t-shirt with her hair up in a careless bun.
One very gorgeous idiot who looked incredibly good in awful clothes. Or without anyclothes…
Maybe that was the babies' fault, too. She had two little Swans inside of her. That might help with the amount of influence Emma had on her body. She was up against three sets of that stupid, wonderful DNA…
"Regina?"
Regina snapped back to reality. Emma wasn't looking happy anymore.
Don't panic.
You'll tell her later.
Maybe when they're born.
Surprise! Twins!
She could almost picture Emma passing out in the hospital room-
"Regina!"
"I am sorry, dear," Regina blurted out. "I am a little distracted, that's all."
Emma was inches away from her within half a second, looking worried all over again. "What's the matter?"
Regina had no idea how she did that, how she made her voice sound so stern and so soft at the same time. She squeezed her thighs together for the umpteenth time that day. She could not think with a throbbing clit, and she needed to think. Fast.
Deflect attention. Change the subject. Do something!
Then she looked up into those green eyes and her resolve turned into mush. Of course Emma would love the news. Emma was… well… Emma.
Regina splayed both of her hands on her chest, rubbing softly against the warm flesh underneath the worn out cotton fabric.
"I am not going to break, sweetie. I will continue to stress about life, day to day problems, work… I will worry a lot about work. I will worry a lot about you and Henry. And you need to let me."
"I don't want my baby stressed out before he even gets to come out," she said with a shrug. "And you are already doing the hardest job between the two of us. It's only fair that I take care of the rest."
Regina chuckled. God, she loved that imbecile. "Emma."
Emma shrugged sheepishly. "I know you are capable of anything. I know you don't even need me. I just… I like doing stuff for you. When I was pregnant with Henry, well… That sucked. Being alone sucked. Oh hey c'mon!" she hurried to envelope Regina in both arms when her eyes started to glisten with tears. "Don't cry. Please. Crap. Sweetie, I'm so sorry-"
Regina kissed her. It was not soft, or gentle, or even compatible with someone who was apparently upset.
It was hot, demanding, and so, so appreciative.
"You are amazing, did you know that?" Regina breathed against her lips when they broke apart. "I have no idea where I would be right now if we never got together in the first place, and I don't even like to imagine that life, my life, without you in it. I do need you. And you should know you are apparently very… sexually capable," she inched closer to Emma's ear, feeling her entire stance tense, the hands groping her ass going still. "I am… expecting babies," she whispered. "Now can you please pretend for a second that I am not pregnant with your twins and fuck me roughly like an animal in heat like you used to-"
She yelped when Emma scooped her up as though she were weightless and basically threw her over her shoulder.
"What are you doing?" she hissed, upside down and eye level with Emma's ass.
"Be quiet," Emma snapped, a hint of playfulness in her voice that sent a jolt of pleasure straight between Regina's legs. "I had a rough day at work," she offered as she started to climb up the stairs. "I want to fuck my wife without her yammering nonstop," Emma gave her upturned rear a loud smack. "Is that too much to ask, Regina?"
Regina rolled her eyes, her disdainful scoff lost when she opened her mouth and moaned instead.
"I said quiet, woman," Emma snarled, kicking the door to their bedroom open with a loud snap. She entered the room and kicked back to close it, moved towards the bed and lowered her body so Regina could plop down on the mattress. "Turn around," she growled, taking a step back to watch the brunette squirm under her gaze.
"What?"
"Hands and knees, sweetie. You understood the first time," Emma said, moving to the bedside table slowly as Regina rolled on her belly and groaned against the pillow.
Regina thought she was combusting. Damn hormones.
She was slick and ready and clenching… She gasped when Emma put cushions underneath her so she could be more comfortable.
She turned her head when she heard Emma pull the drawer. She had lowered her sweats to the middle of her thighs and was adjusting a brand new harness that Regina had never seen before. She gasped when she noticed the toy size.
"Don't act as if you can't take it, Regina. It's an inch shorter than mine."
Regina whimpered in response, her heartbeat increasing just as if Emma was already entering her. The blonde buckled the last strap and went back to the place she was by the foot of the bed.
Regina turned around to complain, but one single raised eyebrow made her stay quiet.
"Good," Emma nodded in approval, kneeling behind her. "You learn fast, don't you?"
Regina gasped when a pair of harsh hands grabbed her hips and lifted them. Thumbs danced along the elastic band of her pants, then hooked around the fabric and pulled them down in one swift motion. Emma grumbled pleasurably when she found no underwear. She slipped one hand below her waist and sneaked its way between drenched, swollen folds.
"God, you're dripping," Emma hissed, her own groan of pleasure lacing her words. "You really need to be fucked, don't you?"
"Please-"
"Is this because of the hormones?" Emma asked her, making the silicon toy glide between wet folds, lubricating it as much as she could. "Being filled with my babies makes you hornier than normal? Fuck," she pushed it inside slowly, watching the flushed rims of her pussy stretching open and swallowing it with ease. "I should get you pregnant again after this, don't you think?"
Regina's only reaction was a loud, indignant moan that ended in a squeal when Emma slid all the way in. She shivered when she felt the trail of Emma's hot breath up her spine and by the shell of her ear. "You okay?" Emma mumbled.
She nodded urgently, reaching behind them to cup Emma's ass and encourage her to move, but the blonde had other plans when she merely grabbed Regina's wrist and pinned it down against the mattress, repeating the movement with the other wrist.
She started with a torturously slow pace, angling her hips so she knew the toy would rub against the spongy spot that drove Regina insane. The muffled moan against the pillow was loud enough to indicate she had accomplished her goal.
Regina had no idea what Emma was doing to her body. Her breast felt painfully sensitive rubbing against the material of her shirt as Emma drove into her, slowly but forcefully, punctuated by loud slaps of skin on skin. Her lower belly was doing somersaults whenever the curve of the toy dragged back and forth on that spot that Emma knew like the palm of her hand. Emma's warm, muscular thighs smacking against the back of hers was making her pores stand up into a million bumps. Her fingers holding her wrists down, grounding her, made her just impossibly wetter than she already was-
"How's that, Madam Mayor?" Emma asked smugly, sounding more composed than she actually felt.
"Good," Regina grunted, eyes rolling to the back of her head as Emma picked up the pace. "Oh so good so good…"
"Want more?"
"Yes more-"
"Faster?"
"Yes!" she hissed, the pitch of her voice increasing exponentially with each thrust. "Yes fuck me fuck me fuck me please FASTER FASTER HARDER HARDER YOU BEAST-!"
Emma let go of her wrist to clasp her hand around Regina's mouth as she was washed over by a strong, loud orgasm.
That had been way louder than normal, and she was already dreading to face Henry in the morning – she had recently found out that he fell asleep with earphones, and that was all the indication she needed to be sure that he had heard them at least once.
Regina clenched violently one last time and the toy naturally slid out. Emma blew some hair that stuck to her lips, gently rolling over on her side, bringing Regina with her into a cuddling position.
The brunette was still panting, and her eyes were still closed, but she was still very conscious judging by the force of her grip on Emma's arm.
"A teenager and two babies is the limit, Sheriff," she muttered. "Get me pregnant again and I will hurt you."
Emma chuckled, burying her nose in the back of her neck, inhaling that scent that drove her absolutely crazy every time.
"It's not my fault that you are so hot pregnant."
"All of this is your fault, Emma Swan."
"Oh I know."
"This is not a compliment."
"I don't care. Two babies, Regina. I made two babies in there."
"Don't be smug."
"Not even a liiittle bit?" Emma chuckled, over the moon with pride, yelping when Regina smacked her arm. "Okay. Fine."
"I can smell you being smug," Regina grunted, turning around. She buried her face in the curve of Emma's neck and pecked her hot pulsing point.
"I don't think smugness has a smell, Regina."
"Shut up."
"Fine," Emma whispered with a smile, pressing her lips against a mane of disheveled dark hair.
"Good," Regina grumbled, fisting Emma's t-shirt and letting out a deep, satisfied sigh.
"Love you."
"I know."
"Who's smug now?" Emma asked, pinching her butt ever so slightly, making Regina chuckle.
"Shut up, Emma."
The blonde grinned. "Fine."
There's an epilogue because I am having a hard time saying goodbye to this story… :(