A/N 1: Hi hello everyone! Here is your update, which came later than planned because my neighbor has been borrowing the laptop I write and publish on because she doesn't have a laptop. Anyway, to those reading Counting to 100, please be aware that my muse for that fic is low due to low red beauty feels. But when they come back, it will be updated!

For now, enjoy SQ pregnancy.

Sighing heavily, Emma walked up towards the mailbox for what seemed to be the twelfth time that day. In all honesty, it probably was. While Storybrooke ran like clockwork to the point that the mail was delivered to the mayoral mansion at exactly 1:13 pm every day, Emma still felt on edge that it hadn't arrived. It was only two minutes after, but still, it felt like a lifetime as she waited.

It had been two months since the sheriff and the mayor had opted to adopt a child, and since then, the number of times they had heard the word "no" from an adoption agency had been enough to drive Emma absolutely insane. It made no sense; at least not to her. She knew plenty of children were in the foster care system, needing to be adopted. Not only that, but plenty of young mothers who were unprepared for the trials that motherhood had laid for them. And still, the adoption agencies said "no", over and over and over again.

Regina said it was normal, or at least to her knowledge. When she had adopted Henry it had been through Gold, so the number of times she was told "no" was probably smaller than she had been told this time around. They could always go and ask Gold for help; see if maybe, just maybe, he'd be willing to help the mothers of his grandson. However, that meant having to see the sad look in his eyes and watch Belle as she attempted to console the bruised man. Since Neal had passed, the man wasn't the same, and no one could blame him for being as such. In Emma's mind, if it weren't for Belle, Gold would have probably vanished all together.

Finally, the small, white vehicle, with the adorned Storybrooke postage logo on its side, pulled up next to Emma, a bright smile on the man's face. Emma matched it, walking up over to the truck. "Anything for the misses and I today, Kirk?"

Scratching the gray scruff on his chin, the older man nodded, reaching into the mail bin and handing the sheriff a neatly piled and rubber banned stack of mail. "Yep, as always." Tilting his head, he looked over Emma, narrowing his gaze. "You never used to stand outside for the mail, what're you lookin' for, Sheriff Swan?"

Smirking, Emma rolled her eyes, turning her back and walking towards the door of the house. "Always a pleasure, Kirk!" she called over her shoulder before shutting the door, immediately scanning through the pile.

Popping off the rubber band, Emma leaned against the counter, throwing the useless mail onto it as she went through. "Bill, bill, junk, random, coupons," she mumbled, eyes scanning quickly as she finally reached the back of the pile, a golden file folder. Immediately she brightened up, seeing the name of the final adoption agency that Regina and she had applied to.

The blonde knew better, she really did. If her wife knew she was ripping open the folder to find out the answer when Regina was a two second walk down the hallway, Emma would end up dead. However, curiosity ate at her, and she pulled out the nicely printed letter. Nice stationary was a good sign, wasn't it?

Dear Mrs. and Mrs. Mills-Swan, Thank you for submitting your application, but we regret to inform you-

Emma couldn't read more, feeling her heart drop into her stomach once again. In a way, she knew this was her fault, or at least she blamed herself for it. With the excessive background checks that the pair was forced to go through, it's no wonder that Regina and she weren't having any luck.

Gold had probably forged documents for Regina, back in the days when computers were small boxes and loaded at the speed of a sloth. Now though, with the easy access people have to any sort of background check, Emma was screwed. Regina was probably not even found in their systems, especially since Storybrooke was a fictional town. That wasn't what Emma believed to be the problem though, she was certain that the problem lied in her past, not Regina's.

With the record of foster child, being in and out of juvenile courts, jail time for the watches, and with a past of unstable income and residency when she was a bounty hunter, it was no wonder that they weren't being selected for anything. Hell, they only had one interview in Boston, and that was because a social worker had recognized Emma's name. All went well until Emma and Regina tried to think of a way to explain how they met and came to be a couple.

Trying to stick to a story that neither had thought to come up with was not the wisest thing they had thought of. However, telling the truth would have just landed them both in a psychiatric facility.

Still, this was a punch to the gut, because it was the final adoption agency that they had applied to. She felt tears threaten to break from her eyes, her heart ache, and all Emma wanted to do was crumble up the nicest piece of office stationary she'd ever seen.

"Emma?"

The sound of her name broke her from her thoughts, blinking and looking up to see Regina standing in the doorway, a concerned look marking her features. "Emma, dear, what's wrong?"

Laughing bitterly, Emma held up the letter, offering it towards Regina. "Final letter, final rejection… God, this was a stupid idea."

Frowning, Regina took the paper, scanning over it as Emma made her way towards the fridge. Silence fell over them as Regina read the letter, feeling whatever bit of hope she had for an adoption slipping from her grasp. After scanning the letter's first line at least a dozen times, the brunette looked up, sighing as she watched Emma's movements.

"You know that's not where we keep the alcohol," Regina said softly, eyes trained as she watched her wife's ever cautious movements.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Not since we caught Henry and some of the other kids with a beer." Scanning the fridge, Emma shook her head, standing straighter as she opened the freezer, pushing food aside until she found what she was looking for. "Besides, I need something stronger," she said with a slight grin, emerging with a pint of ice cream in her hand, grabbing a spoon as she moved to the counter once more.

Smiling slightly, Regina shook her head, moving to stand next to Emma as she began to take her first spoonful. "I could've sworn I threw that out last week."

"You did," Emma said, moving to sit on the counter, sighing in makeshift happiness as cool chocolate melted in her mouth. "I just bought another. It's my emergency stash."

"It's only considered a stash if it's actually hidden well, dear." In most cases, Regina would yell at Emma for sitting on the counter, but not now. Not when she felt the hope that she had built for another child vanish with Emma's. Every agency on the East Coast had said no, now what were they to do? There was no way they were going to go ask Gold for help, not now, not with the long wake of history.

Sighing softly, Regina moved to position herself between Emma's legs, nudging her wife gently. "If you're going to eat that, at least share with the person who is equally as miserable."

Rolling her eyes, Emma took a small spoonful, feeding it to Regina with a laugh. "You know, why even bother adopting? You're enough like a child to where I don't- Hey no hitting!"

Setting the ice cream aside, Emma poked her wife's arm hard, glaring playfully. "Hitting the woman who fed you probably your first bite of ice cream in months is entirely unfair and uncalled for. Gee, this is why I shouldn't be pregnant, the baby would be in constant danger of you."

Just like that, the light bulb went off again, and it was evident on both of their faces. They both were thinking the exact same thing.

"What if I-"

"What if you had-"

"But who would be the dad?"

"Henry would have a blood related sibling."

"Oh god, what if we get a crazy man who fertilizes me?!"

"Don't be crude."

They were both smiling widely, but silence had fallen over them. It was like they were allowing the information to sink in, allowing the thoughts and the possibilities and worries that came with it to just soak and simmer until they could form a coherent thought. But they could feel it, the bits of magic that still lingered within them, fluttering around them and through them and their touches. One of Regina's hands tracing up and down Emma's thigh while the other seemed to help her stay standing by resting on the cool granite countertop.

Emma's smile slowly began to slip though, looking down to her flat stomach, then up to Regina, then down again. A single hand moved to cover her stomach where she had felt Henry grown insider of her, tracing the covered skin. "Do you think we could do it?"

Following Emma's gaze, Regina slid the hand on Emma's thigh higher until it was over Emma's, squeezing gently. "I know we can. You've done it before, but now… Things are different, things are right." Lifting her gaze to meet Emma's, a small smile began to play on her lips. "Plus, I know you're dying to know what it's like to have me wrapped around your finger."

Laughing softly, Emma rolled her eyes. "I already know what that's like, I've had you like that since the day I came to town." Before Regina could scoff, Emma leaned forward, capturing her lips and kissing her gently, intertwining their fingers. It was these times, full of love and selflessness, that Emma was reminded of the fact that magic still lingered in Storybrooke, and more importantly, between her and Regina.

Pulling back slowly, Emma reached her free hand up tracing Regina's jawline, her smile continuing to grow. "I really want to have this baby, Regina. But God, how the hell are we going to agree on who the donor will be? And how do I even prepare for this? And when do we start trying?" Shaking her head, Emma felt a small blush rise on her cheeks. "Babbling, sorry, I know. Word vomit."

Nodding slowly, Regina chuckled. "Don't I know it… But we can get to those questions later," she said smoothly, feeling her smile shift into a wicked grin, a gleam sparkling in her eyes. "For now, we can certainly start trying, as you put it."

"The counter? Seriously?"

Laughing and nodding her head, Emma sighed in content, leaning back into her chair. "Yeah. I've been asking her for that since we started dating, who would've thought all it took was a baby talk?"

Scrunching her nose, Ruby shook her head, crossing her arms over her chest as she adjusted herself on the sheriff's desk. "That's unsanitary! Remind me to never eat at your place again."

"Says the girl who licks herself when she turns into a wolf during that time of the month."

Opening her mouth to say something, she quickly shut it, beginning to nod her head. "Point taken…"

Rolling her eyes and chuckling, Emma pushed gently on Ruby's thigh. "Okay, now get off my desk, I actually should get this paper work done."

Slipping off the desk while making a soft whoopsh, Ruby made her way to her own desk, eyebrow raised. "So, how did David and Snow take the news of having another grandkid?"

Emma shut her eyes then, groaning and burying her face into her hands. "You know how to ruin a moment, Rubes," she grumbled, hands slipping upwards to run through her hair.

While Snow already knew of the plans, David was still in the dark as far as Emma knew. There wasn't any way that Regina would tell him, seeing as they still weren't on the best of terms. Snow might have, but Emma was certain that she would've had a phone call by now if that were the case. It wasn't that she didn't want him to know, it was the fact that he was still on edge about Regina. To Regina, it was just Charming being Charming and butting into things he had no right to. To Emma though, he was her father, whether Emma called him that or not. He was protective over his little girl, as he had been since the moment she was born.

It was because of this that Emma was on edge with telling David about her and Regina trying to get pregnant and have a child. He'd probably be the cliché in which he'd pull out a shotgun and threaten Regina's life. It wasn't that farfetched of an idea, seeing as he done almost the same thing when the pair had announced their engagement. The only difference had been that instead of a shotgun, it was a baseball bat.

"No," she answered finally, looking up to her friend from across the room. "Well, Snow does, but I plan on telling David today when he comes in."

Biting her bottom lip, Ruby shook her head, a large smile matching the glint in her eyes. "Wow, Em… You're going to tell your father you're trying to get pregnant by the Evil Queen, while he is armed and dangerous." Her body began to shake slightly, attempting to hold in a laugh that shook in her chest. "That is probably as stupid as when you threw a surprise party for Regina."

"Hey, that was an amazing party. How was I supposed to know that Regina would freak out and almost destroy the house in fear?"

"By being her wife and knowing that Regina and surprises don't go well. Just like telling your father you want to have a baby while he's loaded."

Pursing her lips, Emma bunched a piece of paper together, throwing it hard and hitting Ruby perfectly in the face. "Shut up. Aren't you supposed to be on patrol right now?"

Sighing and standing, Ruby made her way towards the door, keys in hand. "Yeah, yeah. Let me know how charming David is when he looks like he's going to explode."

Another paper was bunched and thrown at the door as Ruby made her escape, leaving Emma frustrated and nervous as she sat at her desk.

David was a good father, and an even better man. While there was no way he could make up for the years that Emma had spent fatherless and without protection and care, David certainly went out of his way to do just that now. While at times it was misplaced, he did mean well, even when it involved his feelings towards Regina.

It wasn't exactly hate, per say. It was more the fact that someone was sleeping with his daughter. Emma knew that, and she understood it. David was basically the father she had always dreamed of having, the Hollywood cliché almost. And while she did wish that the death glares during family dinners would go away and the side comments that both Regina and David made would vanish, Emma knew deep down that she wouldn't have it any other way.

As the door opened again, Emma prepared another ball of paper, expecting Ruby to have returned. "Ruby, I swear to god, I will put my stapler in the next paper ball if you don't go and do your job."

Peeking his head in, David held his hands up, laughing with the signature Charming smile on his face. "Not Ruby. She was leaving when I came in."

Smiling softly, Emma nodded, leaning back into her chair again and resting her feet on the desk. "Then you should be safe from the paper war that was about to happen." Licking her lips, the sheriff watched carefully, trying to think of how to quietly approach the subject. "So, how's Graham?"

His smile seemed to brighten at the mention of his son, walking happily to sit across from Emma. "Good, as usual. He's at daycare today while Snow teaches. You know how restless your mother gets when all she does is sit in the house." Sitting in the chair, he relaxed, leaning against the desk. "And Henry?"

Nodding slowly, Emma sighed, picking a piece of lint from her jeans. "He's good. Asked Grace to the dance and she said yes so… That's always nice." Emma opted not to mention how paranoid it had made Regina, seeing as the late night studying with Grace seemed to be occurring on an almost daily basis now.

"Well, that's good. He talked to me about how nervous he was over it."

Then the silence creeped in, an unnatural one when it came to Emma and David. The pair bonded quite a bit, and it was apparent that Emma was definitely her father's daughter. So, when small talk and an awkward silence occurred, it was obvious that something was up. The last time a silence like this happened was when David told Emma about Snow being pregnant.

Nudging Emma's feet with his elbow, David furrowed his brows in concern. "Hey, something on your mind?"

Chewing on her bottom lip, Emma sighed. There were two ways to go about this, both of which would end badly, at least to her knowledge. She could beat around the bush and hint towards what was happening with her and Regina. Or, she could just be straight forward and say it.

Emma being a Charming, she opted for the latter. "Regina and I decided to have another baby."

The silence crept in again, and the sheriff was frozen in her spot. From the emotions, or more like lack thereof, playing on her father's face, it was obvious to Emma that father mode had been switched on.

"She got you pregnant?!"

Stifling a laugh, Emma sat up a bit straighter, putting her feet back onto the floor and leaning on her desk. That was definitely not what she had expected. "No, of course not! God, is that even possible?"

Pursing his lips, David leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest in defense. "Don't laugh, people of this world aren't used to magic. It could happen."

Eyebrows raised to the hairline and a huge smile that threatened to let the laugh loose, Emma nodded, "Yeah, okay. Magical babies… Definitely something I did not expect from this conversation."

A smile cracked onto David's lips, shaking his head as he sighed. "Yeah, well, it seemed possible for a second, but I probably should've known better. Defensive father stuff, I guess." Running a hand through his hair in the same fashion that Emma had done, Charming licked his lips, looking over to his daughter. "What were you expecting?"

"Something along the same lines as when Regina and I told you we were getting married. But, you know, instead of the baseball bat you'd just use your gun."

Laughing softly, he began to nod. "It crossed my mind in the seconds that I thought that you had a magical baby, to be honest. But… Emma, I may not like you and Regina together, but I love you being happy." Reaching out, he took her hand, squeezing gently before releasing it. "If this is what makes you happy, then go for it. Now, that being said, don't expect me to be any nicer to her."

A watery smile came onto Emma's lips, nodding her head slowly as she looked to the man across from her. While Emma hated how he acted towards Regina and her relationship with her, it never failed to amaze the sheriff just how great of a father David actually was. In these moments, twinges of jealousy would rise over the fact that she had not had someone like him in her life, or just some sort of father in general. It made her all the more grateful that he was here now, even if he and her wife were always doomed to shoot death glares across the table and slip in backhanded comments.

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

Henry Mills had a secret talent for knowing when something was going on or when something was off. It was part of the reason why, after being given the book from Miss Blanchard – no, his grandmother – he knew immediately something was off with his mother and the town as a whole. Even before that perhaps, if he were entirely honest with himself. Like his birth mother's superpower however, the accuracy wasn't always guaranteed. It varied, like when he was sure something was off with Grace but really, it had just been the typical teenage hormones.

That was off topic though. Sitting at the overly quiet dinner table, Henry could feel a tense air hanging over the table, especially when glances between his moms were exchanged. He knew something was going on, but specifically what, he couldn't even guess. He was aware of the fact that the pair seemed to be fighting a bit more, and that his mom was a crying mess after reading the mail. Emma though, she always offered comfort.

For the past few months it had made him uncomfortable, and tonight, in the overpowering silence of Lasagna Sunday, Henry could no longer bear it. "Are you two fighting or something?"

Both women went wide eyed, looking over to their son. Both held a small tinge of sadness, but it was mostly out of regard for the fact that they had no idea where this notion was coming from.

Reaching out her hand, Regina gripped Henry's, brows furrowed in confusion. "Henry, dear, where is this coming from? Emma and I aren't fighting…"

Henry sighed, pulling back his hand. It wasn't out of the old disgust he once held towards his mother, but more the fact that, despite the serious conversation the loomed, he was still a teenage boy. "I don't know… You and Emma have just been really weird. You've been crying after reading the mail, and it's really weird. And then Emma tries to comfort you and then you two fight and stuff and… Yeah."

While Regina held the same concerned look on her face, Emma began to chuckle softly, attempting to hide it behind her hand. It was apparent it wasn't working though when a harsh kick could be felt underneath the table.

"Ow! What the hell, Regina?!"

"Language, Emma," Regina hissed before turning to look at Henry, a small sigh escaping your lips. "Henry, your mother and I aren't fighting. Well, not at this second, we're not. We've been trying to do something though and it's failed to work until another idea was brought to light." Sitting up taller in her chair, she adorned a more regal look, one that almost mirrored the one she took in meetings and things of the like. "It's actually something we'd like to talk to you about."

Immediately Henry groaned, burying his face into his hands. "I swear, if this is another attempt at 'the talk', I will run away and never come back."

"Too bad one of your moms is an ex bounty hunter, huh?" Emma smirked, nudging Henry gently. "It's not bad, kid. Promise. Besides, that talk will be with David, not us."

Peaking from between his fingers, Henry sighed in relief. Last time that particular discussion had been brought up, neither Regina nor Henry could look the other in the eye for a week. "Okay, fine," he said in defeat, pulling his hands away and slapping them down on his thighs. "So spill, why is mom crying like we're watching Titanic and why have you been sleeping on the couch so much?"

Biting her bottom lip, Emma's gaze shifted from Henry to Regina, seeking silent approval. This was a big thing, and perhaps something that the more mature of the two women should discuss with their son. However, when Regina gave a reassuring smile and nodded her head, the sheriff knew that this bit was on her. The thought both frightened and terrified her.

Clearing her throat, Emma shifted her seat so she was fully facing Henry. "So, kid… Your mom and I, we've been together for a while. Life is good, no stupid sh- I mean stuff happening. We're all happy, and well… You know how Snow and David had a baby and now Kathryn is going to have a baby and stuff?" The blonde watched as awareness grew in Henry's eyes, but needing assurance. She really did hate being on the spot. "Your mom and I want to add to the family too, so… We're going to have a baby."

The silence was deafening. Regina was certain that she would've been able to hear a pin drop from upstairs if it happened to occur. Henry sat there, face blank and eyes vacant. Neither she nor her wife could tell what exactly was going through his mind. Was he happy about this? Was he upset, trying to process so as to not upset either of his mothers? Neither could tell, and it made both on edge.

Hours could've passed for all Regina knew, but suddenly, Henry stood, eyes gaining a bit of life back, but emotion still gone. "I have some homework to finish," he said quickly, turning and walking towards the stairs and up to his room.

When the door clicked shut, Emma sighed, mimicking her son's actions and burying her face into her hands. "God fucking damnit," she muttered, wishing to take the last moments of her life back and go back to the awkward dinner.

Reaching over, Regina ran her hand up and down Emma's forearm soothingly. "Don't worry, that's how he processes. You of all people would know that, seeing as you usually sit in the dark for hours to process."

Nodding absently, the blonde pulled her hands away from her face, taking Regina's hand into her own. "Yeah, I know…" Looking down, Emma gazed upon Regina's wedding ring, feeling her heart flutter. These years of marriage, though few, meant the world to Emma. They were the one bit of truth and happiness that the sheriff had known, even if it all came from messed up beginnings. And now, they were planning to add more to the happiness that they had fought so hard for. The fact that Henry was acting the way he was though, it lit a fire of fear deep within herself.

"I think I should go talk to him."

"No, I should," Regina interrupted, squeezing her wife's hand. "Really, let me. You broke the news, let me try to just… Explain it all to him."

Smiling softly, Emma nodded. Perhaps in the beginning of their relationship, roles would be reversed. Regina hadn't felt confident speaking to Henry on certain matters, not after fighting so hard to earn his trust back. She constantly feared it being put back on the line, the love, the trust, all of it. Now though, now things were different. Now Regina and Henry, though never able to go back to how things were before the book, were mother and son once more, able to speak and have fun and just be normal.

Well, Storybrooke's version of the word.

"Yeah, okay. I'll clean up and everything, so I'll just… See you in bed, I guess."

Smiling, Regina stood, moving to place a gentle kiss to Emma's forehead. "Thank you, dear."

A soft knock sounded through his room, causing Henry to sigh. Thirty minutes, that was a new record for how much time he was given before confronted. For that, he gave his parents a few points in his book.

"Come in."

As Regina peeked in, Henry rose an eyebrow, eyeing her. He had assumed Emma would come up to speak to him, but if he were entirely honest, he was glad to see his mom coming to speak to him right now instead.

Moving over on his bed to make room, Henry gestured to the spot, forcing a small smile. "Have a seat, mom."

Nodding, Regina moved across the room, lip curling in slight disgust. It was overly obvious that this room belonged to a teenager, a teenage boy no less. None of the skills of cleanliness and order seemed to have passed down to her son, and, if she were honest, she couldn't even say he learned it from Emma. Not even the blonde was so bad as to have a half-eaten, smelly pizza slice sitting on her desk.

Sitting next to her son, she sighed, raising an eyebrow. "You know, I hoped to of passed a few things down to you, despite everything that happened." Looking down to her skirt, she brushed off imaginary lint and dirt, attempting to look anywhere but her son at that moment. "Cleanliness, order, those things… But I had hoped your other mother and I had taught you a few other things, like kindness, care, and not to run away when something scares you."

"I'm not-"

"Henry, you're scared. You don't have to admit it, not to me, but you do have to say it to yourself." Finally looking away from her skirt, she looked over to Henry. His face was cast downwards, almost miming Regina's previous position.

He had changed so much over the years. Puberty hit him hard, sending him into two large growth spurts to where he stood taller than Regina, even over Emma, matching height with his grandfather. His chin and cheeks were dark with stubble that would be shaved in the morning, and his voice had gotten deeper. Henry was older, he understood things in more clarification than before, almost to the point where Regina would miss when he was five and would crawl into her lap to "assist" her while she went through paperwork. He was older now, almost an adult, and understood so much. Still though, even adults had moments where things weren't understood well and intentions were misunderstood or unclear.

For Henry, the baby was one.

"Henry, we love you. Very much, alright? I know you know that, but I just need to remind you. Emma and I love you so much, and that will never change." Reaching out, Regina gripped Henry's hand. Her heart warmed when she noticed how he hadn't pulled away. "This baby… This baby won't change that. I know it may seem a bit… Well, maybe a bit out of place to you, but we just want to expand our family. We love you so much, we want to be able to give that to another child too."

The silence that came was not nearly as awful as it had been moments earlier in the dining room.

Shifting slightly, Henry lifted his head, looking over to his mom. "I know, I get that. It's just kind of weird, you know? But I'm happy for you guys…" Smiling slightly, he laughed, shaking his head. "I remember when I was little I'd ask you for a sibling all the time. I think it'd be awesome to get that."

Feeling the corners of her lips lift, a weight lifted from Regina's shoulders. "Yes well, we'll all see how it goes. We just wanted to make sure you're okay with it."

Henry nodded, pulling his hand away from his mother's slowly. "I am. But I kind of need to finish some homework before I sleep, so…"

Rolling her eyes, Regina slipped from the bed. "Just like your mother. I know when a conversation is over, dear." Turning to look back to Henry, the mayor sighed. Despite the obvious differences, she always saw that little boy who insisted on helping her with random chores and building pillow forts together. Reaching out, she ran her fingers through her hair, like she had so many times before when he was a child.

Laughing in embarrassment, Henry pushed and dodged away from her hand. "Mom, come on! I'm trying to be responsible."

Smirking and shrugging her shoulders, Regina walked towards the door. "Just let me be your mom for a bit longer," she muttered to herself, slipping out the door as Henry made his way to his desk.

Stepping out of the shower, Regina sighed, looking to her wife on the bed. "Paperwork in bed, dear?"

Rolling her eyes, Emma grinned, glancing from Regina back to her papers. "Yep. And before you get mad, I know you do it all the time when you think I'm not looking."

Opening her mouth to speak, the mayor shut it promptly, unable to deny the fact. "Touché. Now, would you like to hear about how it went with our son?"

Licking her lips, Emma sat up straight, attention completely on Regina. "Yeah, actually… How did it go? Seeing as he let me say goodnight and didn't give me a weird look, I'm thinking it went well."

Smiling, she nodded, walking towards the dresser to pull out a nightgown. "Yes, very well. He seems… Well, he seems kind of excited. Or at least in the way a teenage boy would be over his parents having another baby."

Emma nodded, pushing her papers together and slipping them into a file. "That's good. He's a smart kid, and a happy kid. I think he knows we're just doing this for well… Family stuff."

Slipping the nightgown on, Regina walked to the bed and slid in next to Emma, glancing to the folder then back to her wife. "So… What's the paperwork? You don't have any for the sheriff's department right now… I would know, considering I give it all to you."

Smiling sadly, the blonde nodded, slipping the folder over to Regina. "Yeah, I know. I'm looking at donors, for the baby. There are so many options and it just makes my head hurt and it's all a bit… I don't know, does overwhelming sound overdramatic?"

"Yes."

"Then it's overwhelming."

Rolling her eyes and opening the folder, Regina understood immediately why Emma was overwhelmed. The stack was as thick as a book, with hundreds of different profiles for the donors printed on the pages. There were a variety, construction workers to lawyers, interior decorators to doctors, animal trainers and graphic designers, it was almost too much. Then the personalities came into play, and overwhelming seemed to become an understatement.

And that was only the first three pages.

"Hey, calm down," Emma said reassuringly, reaching out and rubbing a hand up and down her wife's arm. "It's cool, okay? The decision doesn't have to be made tonight, we have awhile."

Nodding, Regina closed the file and placed it on her nightstand, running her fingers through her hair. "No, I know, it's just… Well, perhaps I had been too quick when I said overwhelming was being overdramatic."

Laughing softly, Emma nodded, reaching to turn off the light beside her before slipping underneath the covers. "We'll figure it out. We have plenty of time to find the perfect match, okay? But I have to get up in… Four hours and I'd really like to snuggle with my wife until then."

Scrunching her nose, Regina turned, switching off the light beside her. "How ridiculously romantic and, dare I say, cheesy of you."

"You wouldn't have me any other way. Now lay down and snuggle with me, damnit."

A/N 2: Okay, so I know a lot of people wanted a magical baby or Regina to get pregnant, but here's the thing: my headcanon cannot accept that. I know that it sorta blows for some people who wanted that, but hey. It's how the cookie crumbles. If it's what you were expecting, I am super sorry to disappoint. But this story will still be fun and exciting so I hope you all can move past it! All reviews are loved and I'm so happy this fic reached over 100 followers in such a short time. Thanks again!