Hi guys, sorry it took so long to update! Finals happened and then I had family in town and I couldn't write. I hope the longer update made up for it. I will keep trying to update more often, it is Summer after all. For those reading Counting to One Hundred, the update should also be coming soon. As I said, I've been insanely busy.
Please keep in mind this is a pregnancy fic, if any of you ever get confused at the end. Just hold on, trust me, pregnancy will happen.
Tapping her foot, Snow glanced up to the clock. 12:15 p.m. Sighing and shaking her head, Snow couldn't help but let a small smile grace her lips as she saw the yellow bug park outside the diner and a blonde head poke out from the door. At this point, she was never really shocked when her daughter was late to these sorts of things. Granted, lunch was a biweekly ordeal and had been for the past three years, but who was Snow to complain? She had her daughter now, and that was truly all that mattered.
That didn't mean, however, that she wouldn't give Emma a hard time.
As the blonde tripped over herself to get inside the diner and towards her mother, Snow smirked, bringing her tea to her lips, sipping quietly as Emma sat across from her, opening her mouth to speak before Snow cut her off.
"You're late."
"Yeah, I know, but hear me out-"
"Ruby told me you were here drinking yourself away and that you might be hung over, so you can skip that part."
"She did what?!" Turning to look at Ruby, Emma glared as a wolfish smile appeared on her friend's face. Grumbling to herself and crossing her arms over her chest, she didn't look up as a hot cocoa was place in front of her. Instead, she mumbled a quiet "traitor" as Ruby glanced down to her.
"Hey, don't even. Your mom was my best friend before you came along."
"Beat it, wolfy," Emma said with a slight glare, dipping her finger into the whipped cream and licking it off as her friend walked away with a small, airy laugh echoing from her.
Turning to face her mother, Emma frowned, seeing the slightly raised, and disapproving, eyebrow of Snow. If she wanted a lecture, she would've just gone to Regina's office. She knew better though, Snow only disapproved of the drinking to solve problems thing. Plus, her mother probably didn't know the reasoning behind the liquor slumping.
While Ruby had the biggest gossip mouth in Storybrooke, she wasn't as cruel as to give away that little bit of information. A baby was a pretty big deal, and Ruby knew how private both Emma and Regina were about most things. Not only that, but it took a lot for Snow to even accept Regina in the transition from ex step mother to now daughter in law. Emma could only imagine how her mother would react to becoming a grandmother to the child of Regina. This family tree was growing more confusing with each passing moment, it seemed.
They sat in silence for a moment, drinking their drinks as Snow looked over her daughter. Bags lined underneath Emma's eyes, evident of a poor night's sleep. She was slouched, and not in the typical "I don't care" fashion that Emma usually had, no this was different. It was in more defeat, sadness even.
Frowning, Snow reached out, placing her hand gently over her daughter's, squeezing gently. When Emma's eyes made their way to hers, she could finally see the silent pleading for help. They were similar to when Neal had died, pleading for someone to offer her support without having to ask. As her mother, there was no way that Snow could refuse.
"You want to talk about it?" She asked with a small, reassuring smile. It was all Snow felt she could offer right then, less she climb into the booth besides Emma and hug her. But she opted against that, it seemed wiser to give Emma space, it's what she had always preferred.
Twisting her mouth, Emma glanced down to the hand that laid on top of her own, giving in and turning her palm upwards, squeezing gently. "It's about Regina… And before you say anything, no we didn't fight." Seeing the look of knowing, Emma rolled her eyes. "Shut up, I meant like… It wasn't a fight over us or anything."
Nodding, Snow tilted her head, slightly confused. A fight between Regina and Emma was a weekly occurrence, probably even biweekly or triweekly if she were honest, but never something to where Emma felt the need to binge drink. If anything, Emma complained about a bad back from sleeping on the couch, but that didn't happen that often. She also had never held such a look of sadness in her eyes before after a fight with Regina. They always made up quickly and then moved on as though nothing had happened. But there was something different about this fight, Snow could tell as much.
"So, you two fought? That's normal but… Emma, sweetie, you look awful. Obviously it was pretty serious."
Emma noted the concerned tone in her mother's voice, and couldn't help but smile slightly over it. It was nice, having a mother's concern for her wellbeing. After a life of not having anyone care, it was nice having one of the most important people always caring.
"It was just… Okay, I'll tell you, but you have to promise me, and I mean promise me, that you won't tell David. Please, I'd rather have him not murder my wife."
Instantly, Emma regretted having phrased her sentence in such a way, as worry consumed Snow's face and her grip on Emma's hand grew.
"Oh my gods, did she say something? Do something? Did she use magic? Did she use it on you?!"
Holding up her hands, Emma laughed, shaking her head quickly. "Whoa! Snow, calm down, seriously." Smiling widely, the sheriff took her mother's hand again, attempting to soothe her worries. "Regina would never hurt me, not intentionally at least. Plus, she's been magic free since we took care of Tamara and Greg. You'd know all about that, considering you're her Magical Users Anonymous sponsor."
"Such a small group, considering only Rumple and Regina have been attending lately…."
"My point is, Regina wouldn't hurt me, especially with magic. So calm down, 'kay?" Leaning forward as so others wouldn't hear, Emma chewed her bottom lip, trying to figure out how exactly to tell her mother her plans. Or well, now wants, seeing as Regina wasn't as open to the idea currently. "I asked Regina if she wanted to have another kid…. With me."
When all emotion and expression left Snow's face at first, Emma panicked. This was either going to go very well, or very badly. Right at this moment, it seemed to be the latter. Emma was about to jump in and reassure her mother before a bright smile broke out on her face, hands going to cover her mouth to maintain the delighted squeal that threatened to break free.
"A baby?" she whispered, though a high pitched one, making it hard to understand. Emma knew that Snow was trying hard to keep quiet, but if the over delighted expression on her face was anything to go by, she was struggling. "Emma that's great news!"
Then, it seemed to be that reality hit her, Emma and Regina had fought over this. Her expression dropped, not into sadness, but confusion. Her brows furrowed and her head tilted once again, eyeing her daughter as if the answer somehow lied in her facial features. "Wait- You two fought over this…. Why?"
Pursing her lips, Emma slouched back into the booth, crossing her arms over her chest. "I don't even know, that's the problem. I thought maybe it was because of where I brought it up, because well… The Spring Festival isn't the best place for a sit down, serious conversation."
Giggling slightly, Snow relaxed, taking another sip of her tea as she looked to her daughter. "Then why did you pick it? Was it the hereditary word vomit?"
Nodding, Emma ran a hand threw her hair, attempting to soothe herself. "Yep, I have you to thank for that." Biting on her bottom lip, Emma looked down to her jeans, pulling imaginary lint away from them. "But I don't know if it was that that she was angry over, that's the problem. Because when I apologized last night-"
"Half drunk-"
"She seemed okay with that part. It was the baby thing that Regina was upset over." Furrowing her brows, she finally looked up to Snow, curiosity on her face. "I just… Do you know anything? I mean, she assumes that I meant she should have the baby, if that's what we went with, and that's not what I meant and I don't know… Did I miss something?"
At this, Snow frowned. She knew the answer to this, because she had been there when it had happened. Sure, she was but a girl, but she still remembered every bit of it. The dark cast of night and a new moon, Regina's cries and screams as she reached out for the lifeless infant while it was being wrapped up and carried away, her own desperate attempts to comfort Regina and soothe her.
It was the night that all light that remained seemed to go out from within Regina's heart.
This wasn't her story to tell though, Snow knew as much. Telling this would be equal to that of her telling Cora about Daniel. Well, almost, but this still was not for Snow to tell her daughter. The only people who did know about the incident and the aftermath of it were Snow, her father, the servants there, and some of the other royal families when minimal gossip spread.
The matter of Regina was for her to tell, not Snow, not anyone else, especially to Emma. Why Emma hadn't heard about the incident, she was sure it had been because Regina never thought it'd be necessary to bring it up. The days when Regina was married to her father were darker times, no matter how much Snow wished them to be good. And since the pair of them already shared a son, Snow was sure that Regina never thought the idea of having another child would come up.
Scanning over Snow's face, Emma noted her eyes, distant, in deep thought. "You know something."
Snapping back into reality, Snow looked to her daughter, sighing softly as she nodded. There wasn't any way she could lie to Emma, especially if her supposed "superpower" was actually working today. "Yes… But before you ask, no, I can't tell you. It's not for me to tell."
"Yeah, yeah, I know… It'd be nice to know what I was in for though."
Reaching out, Snow squeezed her daughter's hand, smiling reassuringly. "Just be supportive of what she tells you, that's all you need to know." Squeezing once more, she released Emma's hands, sitting back comfortably into the booth. "Now, how about we order."
The night was quiet, for the most part, while Emma waited for Henry and Regina to return home. While Emma knew that Regina would be out late and it would just be the sheriff and Henry for dinner, the blond clung to some bit of hope that whatever Regina was using as an excuse to stay away from home would end.
Drumming her nails gently on the counter as she waited for the lasagna to heat up, Emma sighed, glancing down to her phone every so often in hopes that it would light up, signaling a message from either Henry or Regina, telling her where the hell either of them were.
Jumping quickly when she felt, or more heard, the vibration of her phone on the counter top next to her, Emma grabbed it quickly. Her heart rose, seeing it was a message from Regina. Hopping up and sitting on the counter, a move Regina would scold her for, Emma quickly slid her thumb across the screen.
As quickly as her heart had risen, it fell.
Meeting running later than usual. Will be home later than expected.
Frowning, Emma looked to the clock, finally noticing the date. It was a Wednesday night, M.U.A. was tonight. While it had been instated by an idea that sparked in the earlier stages of Regina and Emma dating while in a couple's counseling session with Archie, Emma was stunned at the fact that the doctor had taken the idea into deep consideration. It was basically like the alcoholics anonymous group, held in the same place and everything. Only difference was that more people attended Magical Users Anonymous than A.A., go figure.
Her phone vibrated again, snapping her from her train of thought.
By the way, if you're sitting on my clean counter tops, get down.
"How does she do that!" Emma exclaimed into the air, sliding off the counters, crossing her arms with a small pout. There was hardly any need for M.U.A. at this point, it was like Regina had eyes everywhere and knew everything as it was. What was the point of magic if not for that?
Glancing at the clock again, she opened her phone and typed out a quick message to her son asking how much longer he'd be, hitting send.
He was older now, he actually had friends now since the curse was more of a thing of the past, and it wasn't a shock that he was staying out later. If anything, Emma was really happy he was getting out. He needed to be a teenager, be out, and be in trouble. Not the kind of trouble Emma got into when she was his age, but just enough to where he lost video games for a week or something. Which was all that ever happened, more often than not.
However in recent history, he had been staying out past curfew so often it was even beginning to bug Emma. Thing was, she didn't really care. There wasn't too much trouble he could get into unless he hung out with the Lost Boys, which he didn't. Thing was, he was spending it with a girl, more specifically Grace. Grace was a good girl, Emma liked her. As far as Emma knew, the kid was a straight A student, played volleyball, and was on her way to being valedictorian if she could beat Henry to it.
Perhaps it was not the nature of the person, but the nature of the relationship that made Emma concerned. The fact was that Grace was a girl and Henry was a boy, and they were teenagers with raging hormones. Regina hit the panic button a lot faster than Emma, but that was to be understood. Regina had always been the more protective in the matters of shielding Henry and making sure he stayed on track to attend a good college when the time came. Emma had always been the one telling Regina that the pair of them hanging out was probably nothing. She grew up in this world, she understood how it had worked, how the relationship had been purely platonic.
Then Henry came home with a hickey on his neck.
Feeling her phone vibrate, she was snapped from her thoughts, glancing down to read Henry's message.
Studying w/ Grace. I'll be late.
Scoffing, Emma shook her head, texting back quickly.
Like hell. Get your butt home now. I'm not eating alone.
Just then the timer dinged, signaling that the dish was heated. Grabbing oven mitts and going to pull out the lasagna, she paused when she heard her phone vibrate again, grabbing it.
Fine. If I fail my math test tomorrow, it's on you Ma.
You'd fail if I let you stay with Grace. Home, you have five minutes.
Shaking her head with a laugh, she put her phone into her pocket, reaching into the oven and immediately regretting it as the hot dish burned her hands. Emma dropped the glass dish, hearing it shatter and cursing herself, debating if she wanted to ice her hands or clean up the huge mess she had just made. Instead, Emma pulled out her phone, texting Henry.
Pick up a pizza or 2 on the way back.
Grabbing a broom, Emma began to sweep up the scattered pieces of dish and lasagna on the floor, only stopping when her phone vibrated.
Mom is going to kill you.
Covering her face with her burned hands, Emma groaned. "You have no idea, kid.
As Regina entered the mansion, she sighed happily, glad to be back in the safety that the walls provided. Her mayoral stance was not needed in this space, which she thanked as she pulled her heels off and placed them delicately on the shoe rack. The sight of muddy tennis shoes and equally muddy boots haphazardly tossed near the rack rather than on it made her chuckle, rolling her eyes. At this point, it was like a humble treat to be able to come home and clean up a bit after her two favorite people. Especially after being forced to attend something as stupid as M.U.A.
Hanging her jacket on the rack, Regina walked into the kitchen, the smell hitting her nose quickly. Pizza. Regina knows better, she prepared a meal for Henry and Emma so they wouldn't eat the fattening substance. Plus, it was Emma's favorite, she knew that the blonde wouldn't have opted for pizza over her cooking, ever. Which meant only one thing.
Walking past the kitchen trashcan and out into the garage, Regina opened the large trashcan that would be placed out on the curb the next day, a small smirk playing on her lips. There in the waste bin lied the remains of her glass, deep dish pan. The former mayor knew her wife's clumsiness, but never had she expected it to lead to the death of yet another one of her pieces of cookware after this long.
Shrugging nonchalantly, Regina turned and walked back into the kitchen, expecting to see a small bit of a mess that perhaps Emma had missed. However, there was none. It was spotless, probably cleaner than it had been before Regina left. For that, Regina felt a pang of guilt in her gut, knowing why Emma had gone through such lengths.
The baby.
Well, metaphorical baby, if Regina were being entirely honest. At this point, Regina wasn't even sure if the conversation would be happening. Maybe, by some grace of the gods, Regina would be spared from having this conversation. However, some part deep inside of Regina knew that wouldn't be happening. She could tell from the way Snow looked from her eyes to her belly that Emma had told her, which meant it still pressed heavily on the blonde's mind.
Still, Regina was dreading this, because it meant reliving part of her past, a part that still lingered and had left her scarred with no hope of repair.
Henry had been a miracle, in all honesty. Regina never thought she'd be able to have children, ever. The curse had not been the issue in her having a child. No, the problem for her not being able to bear a child came from times when she still had clung to a fraction of hope for her happy ending in the Enchanted Forest.
Glancing to the counter, Regina picked up the lime green post-it that had been laid there, definitely for her. Emma and Henry never left notes for one another, they just texted. Even if they were within five feet of one another, which Regina claimed was Emma's way of attempting to maintain her teenager swag that she had held from the moment she had entered Storybrooke all those years ago. Notes were left for Regina, and Regina alone, more often than not. Regina would leave notes from time to time for Henry or Emma, such as this morning. Otherwise though, notes were something just for Regina. A tradition that had been maintained in the Mills-Swan household.
Regina, I'm really sorry I broke your dish. I forgot to put oven mitts on.
The smile that took over Regina's features was girlish, as though reading a love letter from a far off lover. That was her Emma, the klutz who somehow managed to forget putting on oven mitts before reaching into a hot oven to grab an even hotter dish. Poor Storybrooke citizens, this was the woman they trusted their cats with.
We really need to talk. Snow got this weird look when I mentioned how you reacted to the baby. Please just talk to me about this.
P.S. - I'm not sleeping on that goddamn couch again tonight so no avoiding me.
Sighing, Regina pulled a bottle of wine from the fridge, pouring herself a small glass. It wasn't Emma that made her nervous, the blonde didn't exactly hold the power of fear over the brunette's head as she once had before the curse broke. No, more than anything it was trying to figure out how she'd explain the entire situation to Emma. She hadn't spoken of it since the incident, really. People attempted to talk to her about it, but she didn't really respond. She mostly just stared off into the distance and shooed them away as though they were nothing but flies. Which, at that time, they kind of were.
Downing what little wine she poured herself, Regina put the bottle away before washing out the glass. She may as well enjoy what little bit of freedom she had left, because she knew that once she entered that bedroom, there would probably be tears, hugs and kisses of comfort, and absolutely no way of escape.
Then again, that was all part of the program for the M.U.A., Regina thought. Dr. Hopper had said that the only way to help rid themselves of their need for magic was to confront the obstacles that made them feel like they needed it in the first place. For an insect that got his credentials from a puff of purple smoke, he did seem to know what he was talking about.
Going up the stairs as quietly as possible, Regina peaked her head into the door, hoping to see Emma asleep in the bed. The sheriff's back was turned, and Regina could see the soft rise and fall of the sheets. Hoping she was in the clear, at least for tonight, Regina tiptoed over to the dresser, grabbing a nightgown and changing into it quickly before slipping underneath the sheets.
"Did you actually think it'd be so easy?"
Smiling softly, Regina rolled her eyes as Emma rolled over to face her, eyebrows lifted. "I hope not, considering you know that I am, one, a light sleeper-"
"That's a lie-"
"And two, I hate sleeping without you in my arms."
The pair never were ones for words, mostly actions. They tended to show how much they cared rather than tell one another. It's why the countless times that Emma saved Regina's life were so meaningful to them now. However, when words for how much they cared occurred, it was something to savor. They were never ones to spare on the "I love you", especially knowing how easy it was to lose one another after all they had been through, but moments like these? Just pure and complete honesty, with a hint of charming that Regina had grown to adore, they were moments to savor.
Curling towards the blonde, Regina sighed happily, tracing her finger up Emma's toned arm. "Agreed, dear. Shame you walked out last night, I missed having you in bed."
Frowning, Emma leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Regina's temple, closing her eyes and burying her face into Regina's hair. "I know, I'm sorry. But you were kind of being a bitch."
"True…" Closing her eyes softly, the former mayor allowed herself to give in, unable to hold any sort of contempt against the woman beside her. "I'm sorry, too. I was being, as you said, a bitch."
Wrapping her arms tightly around Regina's small waist, Emma sighed in content, pulling her wife closer against her. They laid there, quiet, content. For a moment, Regina thought maybe, just maybe, she had gotten off the hook and that Emma wouldn't press her about the baby matter, at least not tonight.
She should've known better.
"So why are you so against us having a baby?" Emma felt Regina open and close her mouth a few times, as though trying to come up with a proper response. "You can't use the excuses from last night though, those were bull and you know it."
"Eloquently put." Regina rolled her eyes, but despite her annoyance, she curled closer into Emma's chest. There was a safety that she found there, or just in Emma's presence in general. She sought refugee in Emma whenever she felt alone, sad, angry, whatever emotion that might plague her. The sheriff had become Regina's rock, and even though she was completely and utterly annoyed with the blonde, she knew that no matter what she had to say, she was safe. Especially in the arms of her lover.
Running her fingers gently through Regina's hair, Emma felt her heart clench at the silence that caused a thick fog of tension between the pair. "Regina, please… I just want to know what I did to upset you, alright? Just tell me," she whispered softly, kissing the top of Regina's forehead. At this point, Emma was just desperate to know what was going on in her wife's head.
Biting her bottom lip, Regina nodded, giving into the safety net that she felt wrap around and consume her. "Alright…"
The night was dark, the only lights in the castle being those from the torches that lined the halls and the large, crackling fires in the bedrooms. When Regina awoke, she awoke in pain and a scream echoing from her throat before she could catch it.
With the new moon, it was black, she could hardly see. Everything just had an orange glow from the fireplace across from her.
The pain hit again, causing her to double over in her bed. This time she was able to catch the scream, but it slipped from her throat anyway, tears springing to Regina's eyes as she tried to keep herself together.
She was six months along, all had been going completely fine, and now she felt like she was being ripped in two by some otherworldly creature as she gripped her stomach. She felt sick, her vision was blurred, and then she felt it: wetness.
Part of Regina knew what was happening, but another part was in complete and total denial of it. Still though, the queen reached a small hand between her legs, a gasp immediately falling from her throat as she felt just how much, of whatever there was between her legs, there was. Taking a gulp of air, Regina lifted her hands, a sob racking in her chest as she saw her red stained hand.
Not a moment later her hand maids came rushing in, doctor in tow, everyone trying to keep Regina as calm as they could. But there really was no hope in that, not as Regina screamed and cried, asking second after second if her baby was okay. Because dear gods, that baby had to be okay.
Then Snow White came running in, and while Regina wished nothing but pain on the girl for what had happened to Daniel, she could not handle the mere thought of a girl who just flowered seeing the sheer amount of blood pooling between her legs, or how weak Regina was, or just any of it. Despite the amount of anger she felt for the child, she still felt some sense of love and care. This was not something Snow should be witnessing, especially at such a young age, but she stayed, holding Regina's hand, no matter how many times Regina begged for Snow to leave.
Regina wasn't sure how long it took, but eventually the doctor told her that she needed to push. The baby was coming, whether they were prepared or not. In a moment, Regina felt her heart lift. Perhaps it was just an early blessing, that was all. The blood was just what happened, wasn't it? She knew that when a horse gave birth it was quite bloody, perhaps that was all this was. It had to be, it just had to be, because Regina couldn't handle it if her suspicions were true.
When the doctor held up the pale, blood covered infant, Regina felt herself smile for a brief moment. Everything was fine, the nurses were clipping the cord, everything was going to be fine.
Then it hit her; the baby wasn't crying.
A silent cry, almost a whimper, came from her, looking from the infant to the doctor, eyes pleading in the orange glow.
"I'm so sorry, your majesty."
She lost it then, every ounce that she had maintained of her sanity. Whatever bits remained after Daniel passed, it was all gone, right then and there. Her baby was dead, and she felt her earth shattering from whatever bits had been put together since she had discovered she was pregnant.
The noise that echoed from her throat was between a scream and a cry, ripping her hand from Snow's as she tried to reach out for the infant. Pleas of "no" and "please just let me hold him" echoed as the handmaids tried to calm her, tried to clean her up, trying to make it so the doctor to make a clean break.
The only person who had been able to hold her back was the one person she felt she couldn't seek comfort in; Snow White. Just a child and she was hugging and holding Regina back from trying to get up. She had lost far too much blood, if she moved, she'd probably faint.
Regina cried that night, in the arms of the child she had swore vengeance against. And just the like fire in the fireplace at the foot of her bed, she felt all light and hope vanish.
Emma had been silent as Regina told her story, despite how many times she wanted to quiet Regina, especially when she felt sobs begin to rack within her wife. She hated this, feeling like she put Regina through hell all over again, just to get the story. In the end, she knew that Regina needed to get the story off her chest, but it still pained the sheriff. She hated anyone being in pain, but Regina especially. Someone who had been through so much pain, only to have to relive it to explain something, it killed Emma.
Still though, she remained the rock she knew she was, running her fingers soothingly through Regina's hair, placing delicate and gentle kisses to her forehead, temple, nose, and cheeks every so often in an attempt to soothe her. It was all she could do at the moment until her wife decided to speak again or fell asleep. But Emma didn't mind, she'd hold Regina through every moment of it, because she could.
"Hey, sh, it's okay," Emma whispered soothingly into Regina's ear as the hard sobs and sniffles began to subside. She just needed Regina to calm down a bit, reassure her, because while this was supposed to be a joyous topic, the matter of a baby, but it had turned into one that brought nothing up but demons that one had preferred buried.
Taking a deep breath, Regina began to count to ten. She felt herself calm down, feeling her heart begin to return to a regular pace and the tears slowly begin to stop streaming down her face. Leaning forward into the embrace, she sighed softly against pale skin, kissing Emma's collarbone gently. "I-… I can't-… After the baby-"
"I know," Emma whispered, kissing Regina's cheek gently. Rubbing her hands up and down her wife's arms, Emma pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes. "I'm sorry I asked, brought this whole thing up… It wasn't-"
"No," she interrupted, pressing her fingers to Emma's lips to silence her. "No, you didn't do anything wrong, okay? I should have mentioned it."
Chuckling, the sheriff shook her head. "When? I mean, it makes sense you didn't. We have Henry and well… The idea of another kid probably wasn't something that you thought of." Reaching out, she tucked a strand of hair behind Regina's ear, smiling softly, "I sure as hell didn't."
Licking her lips, Regina felt her lips lift on one side, shaking her head. "No, I didn't. It's not that I don't want another baby, it's just… I physically am not able to give you one like you want."
Even with the sad news, Emma kept the smile on her lips. It was so obvious, how had she not suggested it before? Perhaps it was the argument the previous night that had blocked her train of thought.
Narrowing her eyes, Regina pulled back slightly, scanning her wife's face. "I know that look… What are you thinking? Did the light bulb get electricity back?"
Laughing softly, Emma slapped Regina's shoulder. "Don't be mean. I had an idea, around the whole infertility thing…" When Regina was silent, but obviously listening, Emma moved a bit closer. "What if we adopted?"
Sighing softly, Regina rolled her eyes. "Emma those things take months, hell even years, are you sure that's a good idea?"
Shrugging, Emma trailed a hand up Regina's arm, smiling as goose bumps followed the path. "So? A baby is a baby, and it'd be our chance to have our happy ending, again." Licking her lips, she felt her smile fade slightly, nervousness overwhelming her. "If you wanted to, I mean."
Immediately, Regina's heart swelled. "I love you, Emma," she began, reaching out and threading her fingers through blonde curls. "And I would love to have another baby with you."