They've been together for a few years now. They watched Henry grow up into a nice young teenager, always helping everyone he could, no matter how much time it took away from him to do other things. But, now he was out of the house so much, Emma & Regina sort of missed having someone else in the house to watch after. Of course with Henry gone, they could have lots of time alone, but they always felt like something was missing. It only took them a few short months to come to the conclusion that they wanted to have another baby; to actually raise this one from infancy together. More importantly: as a family.
They waited a bit to tell Henry about their plan. Waited until they saw that picture on the screen of that tiny human growing inside of Regina's stomach. Waited for proof that this was definitely going to happen. Emma held her wife's hand the whole time, squeezing it every so often to show her excitement in the matter. Once she saw the image on the screen, she couldn't help but lean down, placing a firm, but loving kiss on Regina's cheek. When Emma pulled away, she could see tears going down the brunette's face. Silent, happy tears. When they found out, Emma was the one that said they should tell everyone about it, but Regina wanted to keep it quiet until she was actually showing to announce it to the world.
Once they knew their tries finally succeeded, everything felt so much happier in the Swan-Mills household. Regina would find herself singing, softly, while she did things around the house; more to the baby than to herself. Emma would watch, trying to be quiet & not to interrupt the sight before her; she just loved seeing Regina so animated. Everything was so great. Everyone was estatic over the thought of having another member of the family.
Emma had just gotten home from the sheriff's station, a smile still plastered on her face at the thought of seeing Regina's same exact expression. Though once she got into the house, getting out of her jacket and her typical boots, everything felt so much different. It was too quiet for Emma to stand.
"Regina?" The blonde called out, looking around the first level of their home. She waited a minute or two for a reply before she climbed the grand staircase, gripping the banister with all of her might as she came closer and closer to the sound that she was beginning to dread. She called out her wife's name once again, getting nothing in return but a choked out sob, coming from their bedroom.
The sheriff went through the room and up to the bathroom in five long strides, putting her hand on the doorknob, trying to open it, but having no luck. She placed her ear against the wood separating her from the broken woman behind it, hearing Regina crying; hearing things being moved and things being knocked over. Emma didn't know what was happening.
"Regina, open the door," the younger woman raised her voice, so she could be heard.
"No." Was the reply she got, followed by a few more of those, each descending in volume, most sounding like a wimpering noise.
Emma wasted no time, moving back to get a head start before slamming her side into the door. No go, but the crying did stop. The voice wavering as it called out, "Emma, don'tcome in here!" The blonde wasn't listening, back tracing again to do the same manuver. It succeeded this time; the door flew back and hit the spring designed to stop it, a little too hard. It bounced forward again and nearly hit Emma in the face, but even though she wasn't paying attention to anything but Regina, she managed to push it back once again.
Her eyes couldn't move. She couldn't speak. She didn't know how to deal with the mess that was in front of her. There was so much toilet paper, it looked much like it snowed inside that little bathroom, except for all of the red it was trying to cover. Regina had given up with hiding everything that had happened; her back against the wall as she still held bits and pieces of the tissue, her knuckles white. She was still shaking. She was still hiccuping. She tried to open her mouth to speak, but the only sounds that came out were gasps, her breath had hitched in her throat. She moved her eyes, but not her head, looking at Emma through her peripheral vision.
Finally, with a strongeness that shocked even her, she whispered: "I told you not to come in here." She reached up, wiping her nose and her eyes on her sleeves, trying to stop the dam that threatened to break once again. It was no use.
Emma walked into the bathroom, careful not to make it an even bigger mess. She slid down next to Regina. She didn't know what to make of this. She knew what had happened. That was clear. Though Emma didn't want to acknowledge it. She didn't want to even think for just one second that they wouldn't get to live their dream of raising another child together.
"I'm sorry," was all the brunette could get out as she felt Emma's strong arms scoop her up into an embrace, "I'm sorry.." The younger woman's fingers threaded carefully though her hair. She started feeling calm. Serene. Her tears had stopped and so had her shaking. All she needed was Emma to tell her that it was okay. She just needed to be reassured that this one thing was not her fault. She wanted to hear those words.
"We can try again," Emma whispered into Regina's hair, trying to keep her own tears in this time. She let her fingers dig into the fabric that was around the older woman's waist, causing it to wrinkle. Regina let it slide, saying nothing about it.
They sat quietly, amist the blood & the desperate cover-up, wondering why they could never just have one thing go right.