So I got my blood drawn 2 days ago, and I have a huge bruise still and it hurts. Cool.

"I got a call today from Whale," Emma said. "Funny, considering it was meant for you. Something about getting blood work done that you haven't shown up for yet?"

Regina shrugged. "I haven't had time to go in."

"Sure you haven't," Emma said. "You've had an empty schedule all week. You can't tell me that you haven't had one chance to go in for some quick blood work."

"It's not like I need to have it done," Regina said.

"He wouldn't have called if he didn't want to do it," Emma said. "He just wants to check out a few things with your levels. No big deal."

Regina had been getting sick throughout the past several weeks, and it had begun worrying Emma, pushing her to make an appointment with Whale. He had checked everything over, and only needed blood work to confirm his theory.

"Yes absolutely no big deal to have a needle stuck into your arm to suck blood out of you," Regina said sarcastically. "Sounds like a wonderful time."

"I never said it would be fun," Emma said. "But it is necessary. Please go."

Regina sighed. "Fine. I'll go."

"Everything go okay?" Emma asked, walking through the front door. She could see the pink dot on Regina's arm that indicated that she had actually gone and gotten the blood work done, which Emma was thankful for.

"Oh just peachy," Regina said, wincing as she moved her arm. "They didn't miss my vein the first time and end up just drawing blood. Nope, everything went perfect."

Emma grabbed Regina's arm gently and brought it into the light for examination. Sure enough there was already a slight bruise on Regina's arm.

"Ouch," Emma said sympathetically. "I hate when that happens. But I'm glad that you at least got it done."

"It better be worth it," Regina said, rubbing her arm. "I do not enjoy being stuck in the arm with a needle. Especially when they do it wrong."

"You'd be amazed at how many people suck at their jobs," Emma said. "Especially when those jobs are given to them as a result of a curse."

Regina rolled her eyes. "Are you talking about Archie again?"

"He's so unqualified to be a therapist," Emma said. "He was even a cricket for a while! If that doesn't scream unqualified I don't know what does."

Regina laughed. "Everyone was given their jobs for a reason. Even if they aren't always the best at it." She held up her arm to emphasize her point.

"That bruise is going to get worse if you don't move your arm," Emma said, gently bending Regina's arm towards her body.

"Ow, ow, ow," Regina said, quickly pulling her arm out of Emma's grasp. "That wasn't nice of you."

"It's going to get stiff and just make it worse," Emma said. "It'll hurt for awhile and then get better. Trust me."

Regina looked at her skeptically before gently moving her arm and stretching it out. She winced every time at first, but slowly stopped wincing and just bent it. "It still hurts, but not as terrible. How did you know that would work?"

"I lived with a doctor once," Emma said. "He would just tell us random things about medicine and medical information that we didn't really care about. But for some reason that trick always stuck with me. Guess it came in handy."

"It did," Regina agreed. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Emma said. "Do you know when you'll hear from Whale about the results from the blood test?"

"He said by the end of the day," Regina said. She laughed at Emma's wide-eyed look. "Benefits of a small town. There's nothing else to do."

Emma went to say something but jumped as Regina's phone rang. Regina took it out of her pocket, not even bother to look at the caller ID before answering. "Mayor Mills. Yes. I see. Are you sure? Very positive? Well this is certainly a large development. Yes, I'll tell her. I'll call sometime tomorrow and schedule an appointment with you. Uh huh. Yes, thank you. Bye." She hung up and looked over at Emma, who looked anxious enough to run.

"That was my results," Regina said.

"And?" Emma asked impatiently. "What's going on?"

"You may want to sit down," Regina said, slipping her phone back into her pocket.

"Why?" Emma asked. "What's going on? Just tell me!"

Regina sighed. "I'm pregnant."