"This is ridiculous" Emma huffed as she flung a closed book onto the every growing pile of discarded books. The women sat opposite one another in Regina's study a pile of books between them.

"Emma calm down" Regina warned. Her eyebrow rose in annoyance. She decided to bite her tongue and not lecture the other woman on how to handle precious one of a kind books that had travelled through realms and were hundreds of years old. Not today anyway.

"We've spent the last 5 hours looking through book after book after book! There is nothing about immaculate conception or dark one babies in any!"

"I think maybe you need to accept the possibility that we may not find the answers you're looking for Emma" Regina said gently, placing a hand on Emma's arm in comfort.

Emma looked up at the brunette with big sad eyes "But I need to know…" she practically whispered.

"Do you really?" Regina asked softly making eye contact with the blonde as she spoke.

"I think so" Emma replied uncertainly. Not able to concentrate on anything but the brown eyes that watched her so intently.

"Do you think I loved Henry any less before I knew where he came from?" the gentleness in Regina's voice didn't go unnoticed by Emma. The smile that the brunette wore let Emma know that she was asking her this question with no ulterior motive other than to help her.

"…No" Emma said with wide eyes as she realised just what Reginal was indirectly saying to her.

"And when I did know about you, do you think it made a difference to my feelings for him. Henry and I share no biological connection what so ever but I love him more than anything in the world. I'd gladly give my life for him. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for him." Regina's voice was soft and raw.

"I'm sorry I never thought…" Emma felt guilty. How could she have allowed herself to become so caught up in knowing the origins of her new baby when she had given her first child up in the hopes that to someone he would be the most important thing in the world, despite where he came from?

"You don't need to be sorry. Our situations were very different. I chose to adopt Henry. I made the choice. You didn't choose this."

"I love her you know. I'm scared to death, but I already love her…and I loved Henry too" she said quietly "that's why I gave him up. I wanted him to have the best life and I knew that wasn't with me"

"I know you do. I saw the look on your face when you saw her, when you heard her heartbeat. I saw the moment you fell in love with her and it was beautiful. That moment was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen but also the most tragic. I know you love Henry Emma, and I know giving him away must have been the most heart breaking decision you've ever made but you're in his life now and he's not going anywhere and neither is your daughter" Regina look both of Emma's hands in her own and squeezed them tightly.

"Thank you, for being here, for everything. I don't know what I would have done without you."

"You would have been fine. I only gave you a gentle nudge." Regina said with a small smirk as she loosened her grip on the blonde's hands but didn't let go completely.

"Still. Thank you." Emma said as she held onto Regina not wanting to let go just yet.

The women held each other's hands in silence until Emma spoke up "I think I want to tell Henry…" her voice was low and uncertain.

"Really?" Regina asked as she rubbed her thumbs against the back of Emma's hands slowly and unknowingly.

Emma felt Regina stoking her hand gently, the reassuring effect the brunette's gentle touch had on her was calming "I miss him. It's not fair to push him away for my own selfish reasons."

"It's your decision to make Emma. Whatever you choose to do I'll support your decision. I'll help you in whatever way you want me too"

How could this woman be so perfect? Emma asked herself but answered with a simple, but heartfelt "Thank you"

"Do you have any idea on how you want to do this?" Regina queried further.

"Maybe dinner?" Emma contemplated.

"Do you want to stay for dinner tonight?" Regina asked hopefully.

"If that's ok with you?"

"Of course it is."

Regina sang softly along with the radio as she danced around the kitchen preparing dinner. She had decided to make lasagne knowing that it was Henry and Emma's favourite. Once they realised their research had reached a dead end the women had spent the afternoon settled on the sofa watching daytime television. Regina had never really spent a day watching television before. Even on the very rare occasions that she had been sick she had read to relax and simply slogged on. She was surprised at just how fun it was to watch crappy TV programs. After a few talk shows the women settled on a made for TV movie about two babies that were switched at birth, not the best program for a pregnant woman to watch but Emma had insisted.

About twenty minutes into the movie Regina realised that Emma was asleep, sat up in an awkward position next to her, the blonde's head tilting slightly towards Regina's shoulder. Regain knew there was no way Emma could possibly be comfortable in her current position. She stood up slowly while holding Emma body upright. She then guided the blonde's sleepy form against the sofa and fixed the pillow for her to rest her head on. She went to fetch a blanket from her own bed and covered the sleeping blonde. She took a moment to admire the sleeping beauty that slept on her sofa, she couldn't resist bringing her hand down to touch Emma's face pushing a stray curl behind the blondes ear. "Sweet dreams" Regina whispered as she left to sleeping blonde and went to prepare dinner.

Emma woke up from her nap to the sound of a radio playing in the distance. She smiled as she heard the hushed sounds of Regina singing along quietly to Cher's 'Walking in Memphis'. She smiled into the blanket that was wrapped around her, it smelt like Regina and it was somewhat unsettling at just how happy that made her feel. She stayed wrapped in her 'Regina blanket' for a few minutes while listening to the brunette sing in the cutest Cher impression known to man. After a few minutes and a song change Emma got up from the sofa and made her way over to the kitchen. She silently watched Regina singing into a wooden spoon while dancing around like a maniac. She loved this crazy version of the usually so 'together' woman she was used to. She had seen so many new versions of the brunette women over the last few days and every last one drew Emma in just a little bit more. Emma stayed hidden until the song had finished before she faked a cough to make the brunette aware of her presence.

Regina's face pinked and she put the spoon down on the worktop and silently prayed she hadn't been caught dancing around the kitchen singing into a kitchen utensil. When she finally looked over at the blonde woman she could tell by the huge grin across her face that she had indeed been caught.

"Erm…" she pondered what to say but Emma soon cut her off.

"Don't say anything. That was the best thing I've seen in a long time. I love you like this." The words left her mouth before she could filter her thought. Her own cheeks darkened much like Regina's

Regina was curious as to what Emma had meant by her comment. She wanted to ask but didn't want to seem big headed or too invested in the blonde's words. She didn't need to ask though as Emma followed up her statement without prompting.

"What I meant by that was, that I like to see you like you've been these last few days, unguarded and just so open. I feel like your letting me see the real you without the walls and it makes me happy." Emma shrugged her shoulders and looked a little uncertain that she should be so honest with the brunette.

Emma released a breath she hadn't realised she was holding when Regina spoke "I don't know why I'm finding it so easy to be so open with you… it just feels… right." The brunette had turned around and returned to chopping some salad avoiding eye contact with the blonde.

Emma walked over to Regina and took a seat on a stool next to the counter which Regina was doing her preparation on. "Can I do anything?"

"No it's fine. How was your nap?"

"It was nice. I'm sorry for falling asleep on you again."

"It's fine. You need your sleep and you're a little cute when you sleep."

"Just a little…"

"Don't push it"

The table was set and Emma and Regina sat next to one another in silence. Emma played with her cutlery nervously awaiting Henry's arrival. When the front door slammed opened and a "Hey mom" was shouted she felt a mixture of relief and dread. Time to face the music…or in her case, her twelve year old son.

Henry padded into the kitchen. "I'm starving what's for dinner?" he asked without seeing his mothers.

"Ma" A big smile graced his lips as he saw his blonde mother sat with his other mother. He walked over to her and gave her a tight hug "It's great to see you. I've missed you."

"You too kid. I'm sorry I've been AWOL for a little while"

"No worries Ma, I'm glad you're here!" he gave Regina a quick hug and whispered a silent "Thank you"

Regina looked at her son and offered him a genuine heartfelt smile before kissing his head "To answer your question. We are having lasagne for dinner. Go wash up while I serve"

"What's wrong?" the boy asked inquisitively looking between his mothers.

"What do you mean?" Regina asked.

"We are having lasagne and Ma's here. What's wrong?"

"Henry nothing's wrong. Now go wash up" Regina instructed.

Henry eyed both women suspiciously as he left the room.

"Why did you lie to him?" Emma asked, panic evident in her voice.

"I didn't lie. Nothing is wrong. This isn't a bad thing Emma."

"I hope Henry thinks that too" the blonde replied as she continued to play with her cutlery.

"I'm sure he will." Regina reassured.

The trio ate dinner together comfortably. Emma was a little tense but she tried her best to stay positive and ate her dinner slowly and carefully trying not to drop her dinner down herself.

Once dinner was eaten and dessert was demolished. The family cleaned the kitchen up together before settling on the sofas in the living room. Emma and Regina sat on one sofa while Henry sat on the opposite one.

"Ok just tell me already"

Emma looked up at Regina for help. Regina took the blonde's hand and addressed Henry.

"Ok while there is nothing wrong, there is something that we need to discuss with you" Regina said to the boy.

"Are you guys together? Like together, together?" his eyes were big but there was definitely a huge smile on his face.

"What?... no. why would you think that?" the brunette woman responded with a confused scrunched up face.

"Because you're acting all weird and you're sat all cosy together holding hands."

Regina looked down at their joined hands and tried to let go but Emma's grip tightened and so Regina kept hold of the blonde's hand.

"Oh well no." Regina replied awkwardly. Unable to give her son a valid reason as to why they were holding hands and soon realising Emma was not going to say anything.

"What is it then?" he asked confused that he had been wrong in his assumption.

Regina nudged Emma to get her attention but the blonde didn't respond, she tried again still nothing. "Emma?" Regina said softly.

Emma looked at Regina with tears in her eyes. "I can't do it" she said sadly a stray tear falling from her eyes.

"Ma what's wrong?" Henry asked, moving over to kneel before both his mothers placing his hand on top of their join ones.

"Emma its ok" Regina reassured.

"Mom please, tell me what's going on?" He addressed Regina.

Regina looked to Emma for direction.

Emma shook her head at Regina. She knew she needed to do this herself. With Regina by her side she could do this. She took a deep breath and wiped her eyes with her free hand.

"I'm pregnant" the blonde said quietly. Had the family not been so close together the brunette would not have heard the blonde's words.

"You're going to have a baby?"

"Yes."

"I'm going to have a brother or sister?" his face lit up with excitement.

"A sister" Emma said with a small smile, relieved with Henrys positive reaction to the news.

Regina watched the interactions between her son and his other mother and her heart swelled with pride. She was proud that Emma had been brave and told Henry and she was proud that Henry had reacted so well.