This chapter is for swanqueen927654 with the prompt: "Can you do one with Emma telling to her pregnant wife some of her memories while been pregnant with Henry?"

I can and I will! Also, sorry for not updating yesterday. I had a friend in town and wanted to spend the day with her!

"Will you stop that?" Emma asked, walking over and blocking Regina's view of the mirror. "If you keep looking at this I'm going to confiscate it."

"I can't help it," Regina said. "I look like a human whale."

Emma rolled her eyes. "You do not. I've already told you many times that you look beautiful no matter what size you are. Stop looking in the mirror when you could just ask me."

"Your opinion is biased," Regina said.

"And?" Emma asked.

"You're telling me that when you were pregnant with Henry you never had moments like these?" Regina asked.

Emma shrugged. "There weren't any mirrors in jail."

"So you had no insecurities?" Regina pressed.

"Not really," Emma said. "I wasn't really concerned about the pregnancy at all. I was in a cell by myself and kept myself occupied."

"And you never once thought about how you looked?" Regina asked, sitting down on their bed. "It never occurred to you that you were huge and looked like you had swallowed a basketball?"

"I was in jail," Emma said, sitting down next to her. "My looks didn't really matter."

"So what was your pregnancy with Henry like then?" Regina asked. "Tell me some things about it. You seemed to know quite a bit about pregnancy when we found out I was pregnant."

"There's not much to tell," Emma said, shifting uncomfortably.

"Come on," Regina said, nudging Emma gently. "What was it like to be pregnant with Henry? Did people take it easier on you since you were pregnant?"

"Why do we need to talk about this?" Emma asked, suddenly getting up from the bed. "That stuff is in the past and I don't want to talk about it."

Before Regina could say anything else, Emma left the room. Regina looked after her in confusion. What was so wrong with asking about her pregnancy?

"Emma?" Regina called gently as she walked into the kitchen. Emma was standing with her back to Regina, staring at the photo of her, Henry, and Regina standing with their arms wrapped around each other. It had been their first selfie.

"I was going to get an abortion," Emma whispered, not looking away from the photo. "I didn't want a child that would have Neal for a father."

Regina's eyes widened. "So why didn't you?"

"I couldn't do it," Emma said. "At the appointment that I was going to mention it, they let me hear his heartbeat for the very first time. And I couldn't bear to get rid of him."

"I'm glad you didn't," Regina said, coming up and wrapping her arms around Emma. Or as well as she could with the baby in the middle anyways.

"I was depressed for a long time," Emma said. "And very panicky. I didn't know what I was going to do with a baby, especially with where I was in my life. But I didn't want to put him up for adoption and just have him get placed into the system like I was."

"Did you have any happy moments in your entire pregnancy?" Regina asked.

Emma smiled. "When he kicked for the first time, I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I had no idea what it was, and thought that something was wrong. And then the nurse explained to me that he was just kicking. Like saying hi. That got me through a lot of days."

Regina chuckled. "What triggered his kicks?"

"My voice," Emma said. "It's like my voice lit a kind of passion in him and woke him up, ready to go. Anytime I would talk to him he would go nuts."

"That still happens," Regina said, laughing.

Emma laughed. "I guess. I'm just glad he ended up with you."

Regina hummed in agreement. "Did you ever think about changing your mind? Keeping him as your own instead of giving him up?"

"I went back and forth a lot," Emma said. "A part of me wanted to keep him and raise him as my own, but another part knew that I needed to let him go."

"Can I ask you a question without you judging me?" Regina asked.

"Always," Emma said, kissing Regina's cheek and turning in her arms to face her completely.

"What are your memories of labor?" Regina asked. "I haven't heard the greatest things about it."

Emma smiled gently. "You'll be fine."

"That's not answering my question," Regina said.

Emma sighed. "It's not...pleasant. At all. But I was also doing it alone. It's a lot better when you have people there to support you."

Regina groaned. "Great."

Emma laughed. "Don't worry about it. I'll be by your side the whole time."

"Was anyone there for you at all?" Regina asked. "Throughout your pregnancy I mean."

Emma shook her head. "No one cared. I was a woman who had stolen precious items and was on the run. They didn't know about Neal. As far as they were concerned, I should have thought of my baby before getting arrested."

"You did it all alone?" Regina asked.

"Yeah," Emma said. She smiled sadly. "But at least he got a great mom in the process."

"I'm glad I don't have to do this alone," Regina said. "I would have gone crazy by now."

"Oh I know," Emma said chuckling. "I'm glad you don't have to do it alone either. But you have to promise me something."

"What's that?" Regina asked.

"No more looking into mirrors all the time," Emma scolded.

Regina just rolled her eyes and turned to leave the room. "Hey!" Emma called after her. "You better not be going upstairs again!"