"What are you doing out here?" Emma asked, walking into the backyard. "It's cold."
Regina just smiled and pointed up to the stars. "The sky is clear, so it's easy to see the stars."
"I didn't know that you like stargazing," Emma said, standing next to her. "Although I don't blame you. Stars are quite beautiful."
"I used to look at them every night," Regina said. "Hoping to see a shooting star."
"Why?" Emma asked.
"Because shooting stars are known to grant wishes," Regina said. "And I wished for nothing more than to escape the clutches of my mother."
"Well that happened," Emma said. "So why are you still looking for a shooting star."
"Because I have one wish that I still need granted," Regina said.
"You do?" Emma asked. "What do you still need to wish for? I thought that you had everything that you wanted." She knew. She had made sure to ask.
Regina grabbed Emma's hand and squeezed gently. "You'll see soon enough. If there is a shooting star."
"And what if there isn't?" Emma asked.
Regina shrugged. "Then I guess I'll just have to wait."
Emma frowned. She wanted Regina to be happy. "What if I can make that wish come true? Instead of relying on a star to show up?"
Regina smiled at her. "You're a part of the wish. So that could be possible."
"I'm a part of the wish?" Emma asked.
Regina just looked back up at the sky without responding. "Regina!" Emma whined. "Now it's just going to kill me."
Regina looked at her in amusement. "Is it really? It's going to kill you?"
"Possibly," Emma mumbled.
Regina laughed. "It is not going to kill you."
Emma sighed before looking back up at the sky. What was Regina wishing for? They were both happily married, so what else could Regina be wishing for that concerned her?
"It really is bothering you, isn't it?" Regina teased.
"Yes!" Emma exclaimed. "I honestly can't think of anything."
"Well, it has to do with you," Regina said. "And magic. And something that usually isn't possible."
Emma looked at her in confusion. "What?"
Regina chuckled. She looked up at the sky again, and smiled as a shooting star went across the sky.
"There," Emma said. "Now you have to tell me. That was a shooting star. So what's your wish?"
"So impatient," Regina playfully scolded.
"Regina," Emma said. "I swear if you do not tell me, I'll tell Henry that you're hiding something."
Regina laughed. "Point taken."
"So?" Emma asked. "What was your wish?"
"I have some news to tell you," Regina said. "And my wish was that you wouldn't get spooked by it and leave."
Emma's eyes widened. "What's going on?"
Regina took a deep breath before poofing a box into her hand and holding it out for Emma to take. "Look in it."
Emma looked at her in concern before opening the box. She looked in the bottom and gasped. It was pregnancy test. And it was positive.