This chapter is for tae200243 with the prompt: "Can you do a baby sq one? Maybe Regina having a mood swing or one where Emma has one. Idk, I thought it'd be cute to see one caring for the other during pregnancy." This chapter has Regina pregnant with Lola.

Emma walked into the mansion and was immediately met with a wide-eyed Henry. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"Mom's going crazy!" Henry said, pulling her towards the front door. "We have to leave now while we can!"

Emma chuckled before pulling out of his grasp. "I'm sure it's not that bad. What is she doing?"

"She's making me clean like crazy, and keeps yelling at me when there's a little bit of dust on something," Henry said, glancing behind him to make sure that she wasn't listening to him. "And then minutes later she'll come back in and get all sappy about how nice of a son I am. I don't know what's happening!"

Emma bit her lip to keep from laughing. Hormones and mood swings were not a fun part of pregnancy. "She can't control it kid. Where is she at?"

"Kitchen I think," Henry said. "I'm gonna head back to my room. Good luck to you!" He saluted to her before walking up the stairs as quietly as possible.

Emma looked after him with a smile before heading into the kitchen. Regina was surveying the kitchen, as if making sure that there was nothing out of line.

"Nesting much?" Emma teased from the doorway.

Regina jumped before spinning to face her. "What are you doing, sneaking up on me like that? You could have given me a heart attack!"

Emma rolled her eyes affectionately. "Unlikely. Now what's with all of the cleaning?"

"This house is so unclean!" Regina exclaimed. "And there's so many things that we need to baby-proof. This room is like a chamber of death!"

Emma bit her lip to keep from laughing. That would get her nowhere, and would probably upset Regina. "The baby isn't going to be able to reach the counters."

Regina glared at her. "Someday it will. And when that day comes, I want to be ready."

Emma held up her hands in surrender. "I just don't want you to wear yourself out. Besides, you're scaring Henry."

Regina's eyes filled with tears. "I am? I didn't mean to."

Emma smiled at her. "Relax, it's fine. I explained mood swings to him, so he understands what's going on."

"Mood swings?" Regina asked, suddenly angry. "What do you mean, mood swings? As if you would know anything about this."

Emma looked like she'd been slapped before her eyes narrowed. "In case you've forgotten, I'm the one who carried Henry for 9 months. So yes, I'd say I know what I'm talking about." She turned and left the room before Regina could say anything.

Henry met her at the top of the stairs. "Is it safe to go downstairs now?"

"Sure kid," Emma said, walking past him. "That is, if you're okay with biting insults when you're only trying to help."

Henry looked after her and sighed. "I'm gonna take that as a no then."

Regina tentatively walked into the bedroom, freezing when the floor creaked. "Who's the one sneaking in now?" Emma asked from her spot by the window.

Regina smiled sheepishly before joining Emma at the window. "I owe you an apology for what I said downstairs. I wasn't thinking."

Emma sighed. "I know. I probably overreacted. It's fine. Trust me, I do know what mood swings are like."

"Not fun," Regina said.

Emma laughed. "Not fun."

"I suppose I owe Henry an apology as well?" Regina asked. "I did freak out on him several times."

"No, I think it's okay," Emma said. "His room is actually clean for once!"

They both started laughing. "So what do we do about my nesting?" Regina asked.

Emma pursed her lips in thought. Suddenly she came up with a brilliant idea. "We need to finish decorating the nursery."

"We do," Regina agreed. "That sounds like a perfect idea."

Emma smiled before kissing her. "Let's go decorate a nursery."