"Emma…" Regina groaned unhappily, weakly trying to scramble out of bed to her bathroom. "Emma… No no no no…" Within seconds Emma had rushed up the stairs to the brunette.

"What, what's wr-" She was cut off by the sound of violent retching from the en suite, and instantly shot through to hold the woman's hair back, out of her face. One hand held the hair in a small ponytail behind the sick woman's head and the other wrapped softly around a small waist in comfort.

When Regina was done, she grabbed some paper and leant back against Emma tiredly. The blonde rid the room of the vomit with a flush, then leant up to fill the cup on the sink with water, holding it out to the brunette. She took it gratefully, swilling it around her mouth and spitting it into the commode. She sipped slowly at the drink afterwards, resting on Emma's chest.

The Sheriff cuddled the Mayor close, leaning back against the wall as she stroked Regina's hair lovingly. Within minutes, light snoring could be heard. Emma smirked and carried the ill woman back to bed.

This sickening cycle happened three more times that day. Regina would wake up, groan, puke, fall asleep on Emma and then be carried back to bed. It got to the point that Emma sat next to a sleeping Regina in bed, using a breakfast-in-bed tray to do her paperwork – Regina had forced her to make the most of her free time nursing her to catch up on it all.

The blonde checked the time and slid out of the bed to pull her shoes on, getting dressed to get Henry from school again. The brunette sat slowly up in bed. "Where are you going?"

"To get our son from school." Emma replied simply.

"But… What if I'm sick again? Who'll comfort me?" She pouted.

Emma had to smile softly at that – both at the fact Regina wanted her there for cuddles and at the adorableness of the pout. "I won't be gone long, I promise." She said softly, perching on the edge of the mattress by the woman's side and stroking her hair back softly.

"Will you stop by Granny's? Get Henry something to eat and get me something too?" Regina asked softly, leaning into the touch.

"Of course, what would you like?"

"Roast chicken sub and Granny's special pumpkin spice tea?" She asked hopefully.

Emma laughed softly. "Sure, sweetheart." This brought a soft smile from red lips – that had gained their colour back since the blonde had been here. "Now you get some more rest. I'll leave the bathroom door open and a glass of water on the floor for you, along with a blanket in case you wanna fall asleep in there, okay?"

Emma came back not ten minutes later with Henry by her side and their orders from Granny's to find Regina curled up under the blanket on the bathroom floor, the glass of water half empty. She carried her back to bed and sat her up, shaking her gently to wake her. "Hey, sleepy head. Hungry?"

Regina's eyes opened at the smell of her food, Emma setting it down on the tray over her lap. Henry was eating downstairs, to make sure he didn't get sick too.

"Emma, I have to say something." Regina mumbled, leaning into the blonde's side as she continued with paperwork. The brunette hadn't been sick since they'd eaten.

"Sure." The Sheriff smiled softly, her arm already wrapped around the woman's shoulders, and turned her attention to her.

"Thank you for taking care of me. No one's ever really done this for me."

"Well then other people suck." She smiled softly. "And I'm taking care of you because I care about you. I care about your wellbeing."

"Not just Henry's? You're not just doing this so he doesn't get ill?"

"Regina, we're sitting up in bed together, you're watching tv and I'm doing work. I wouldn't be sitting here, with you, if this was for Henry. And let me tell you, every time I've imagined us doing this – sitting in bed together – this was the other way around. You were working and I was lazing." Emma froze when she realised what she'd just admitted to.

"You… You've thought about this? About… us?"

"Y-yeah."

Regina leant up and pressed her lips gently to a soft cheek. Emma smiled nervously and glanced to her side at the woman. "I really like you." Red lips whispered. "And I'm sorry for being so horrible."

"Don't worry about it." Pink lips whispered back. "If it was reversed, if I'd adopted your kid, and he or she brought you into our lives… I'd feel threatened too."

The brunette smiled softly and cuddled further into Emma's side.