Anonymous asked you:
Please, tell me it's gonna have a sequel of Matron Mills and the Pregnant Inmate. That story could be awesome if had a continuation. =(
AN: I've got about 8 chapters planned out, so we will see how this goes. I plan to finish this story before the New Year. If I don't then before my break is over. I actually plan to do a LOT of writing over this break. Get excited people.
Regina walked Emma into the jail cell after a long, life-altering, decision-making, couple-in-love-developing talk. Regina didn't want to, but Emma insisted that she at least serve this part of her sentence for as long as she could. She laid down and Regina sat facing her, "You don't have to stay here…" the brunette spoke so soft, Emma could barely hear her.
She smiled and nuzzled into the hand that lay on her cheek, "Yes I do." She turned her head and kissed the other woman's palm.
Regina took this opportunity to lean down and kiss her once, twice, three times before she sat up again, "I'll come for you early." She whispered as she stood and moved to the cell door. She turned for a response from the blonde who nodded once their eyes met. "Until tomorrow."
Emma grinned, biting her bottom lip before whispering, "Until tomorrow."
Regina nodded before slowly making her way out of the cell and out of the cellblock.
Emma laid her head down, but before she could even think about closing her eyes, or throwing her pillow in her face and screaming like the excited teenaged girl she was, Ruby spoke up from the cell next to her, "God, I am so jealous of you…" She said. "I wish I had been knocked up and fallen for the Matron when I came here…"
"Ruby!" Emma got up from her bunk and walked to the cell bars, sticking her head out of the cell.
"Well, I do! I mean… You two are just… sickeningly sweet… I've never seen her like that and I've been here a long time."
Mary Margaret stuck her head between the bars across the way, "It's true. She is so…" She paused in search of a word, "Attentive around you."
Ruby agreed and tried to look to the blonde, "It's almost as if she cares about other things and people when you're around."
Emma did her best to glare to the brunette, making the black haired woman giggle, "It's true Emma! She cares about other things besides herself and her garden… that I still say is black and ominous."
"Her garden is beautiful." The blonde looked to Mary Margaret.
"If we know what you mean?" Ruby looked to Mary Margaret as well and gave an exaggerated wink.
"Ruby!" The raven-haired woman scolded.
Emma only rolled her eyes and blushed, "Can we talk about something else, please?"
"You mean besides the hottest topic around the entire prison?" Mary Margaret asked.
"No." Ruby said, "We can't. What's gonna happen when you have the baby?"
Emma looked down at her stomach and rubbed it before looking in the general direction of Ruby's cell, "Uhh… I'm gonna go to bed."
"OH! That means it's spicy! Come on, Emma! Tell us!" Ruby tried, but no response came. "Fine, be that way. I'll just come at you like a honey badger all day tomorrow."
"We'll see." Were the last flippant words from the blonde for the night.
Emma went back to her bed and lay down. It didn't take long before she was asleep, and took even less time for the dream to enter her subconscious once more.
The people in her dream this time were only David, Mary Margaret and Regina… and then a baby and some blacked out crazy looking knights. As the dream played out, she tried to make sense of it all, but nothing about the dream made sense.
She woke with a start as the last part rang clear in her mind. Mary Margaret was holding David's head and looked up to the shadow approaching, "Why did you do this?" she was in tears.
"Because this is my happy ending." The evil Regina, the one with the eyes that weren't hers said.
Emma looked around as her hands held her up; something had to give. Something had to explain the dreams. She tilted her head and looked to Mary Margaret across the way then jumped when the door to the cellblock opened and footfalls neared.
Regina's concerned, knit brows and tilted head appeared when she first laid eyes on the blonde and found her awake. She unlocked her cell and Emma immediately walked over to her and took her face.
Her concern only grew, "Is everything alright?"
Emma stared into those brown, cow eyes. She looked back and forth and tried to see if there was any glimpse of evil in them like in her dream. She found none. She hugged Regina and nodded against her neck, "Just another bad dream." She whispered, "Can I take a fancy bath?"
"Of course, Emma."
Emma held onto the brunette tighter and they walked with Regina's arm around the blonde protectively to her office, and more importantly, to her fancy bathroom. The blonde convinced the brunette to stay with her in the bathroom and to sit next to her as she tried to relax.
"Do you want to talk about it? Whatever it is that's haunting you?"
"Haunting me? Why do you say that?" Emma looked over to her girlfriend… yes, her girlfriend.
"Well, some say that dreams are wishes your heart makes. Mine, at least the ones I remember only serve to remind me of the bad I've endured. They only haunt me. You've said bad dream. I can only assume the same…"
"No, it's never happened, not for real anyways… And I'm not actually in it. Just you…" She locked eyes with the brunette, "You with evil eyes though…"
"And everyone else was still dressed for a play?"
"Yeah but it was real…" She knit her brows, "But it obviously wasn't…"
Regina wasn't sure what to say. She leaned forward and placed her chin on the porcelain lip, "I wish I could make you feel better."
Emma smiled and leaned over, "You do."
~0~0~0~0~0~
Emma spent some time in the office with her girlfriend, but she felt the need to get out. "I'm going to go for a walk I think." She kissed her head and ran her fingers through the brunette locks.
"Would you like me to join you?" Regina looked up from her paperwork and took off her glasses.
"No, it's fine." Emma could tell that Regina was only being polite. That, and she wanted to try and figure this dream thing out.
She walked along the corridors that led to the library and entered without the hesitation she normally felt while going into a library.
She began walking around, hoping that she would be able to find a book on dream interpretations, but she came across an old, ratty book in the back corner. She felt a pull towards the ridiculously large, leather bound book and before she knew it, she was sitting in that back corner, crisscross applesauce, examining the front cover: Once Upon a Time. The letters were golden and fancy.
She opened up and the scent of the book alone was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. It was like peppermint and cocoa; it was everything she'd ever thought a home should smell like. She began on page one.
The story was unlike anything she'd heard of Snow White. But what caught her attention more than the words she read were the pictures that went along with the book. They looked exactly like her dream Mary Margaret and David and Regina. The evil queen's knights matched her dream as well.
She flipped the page having studied a picture of Snow and Charming looking at a baby telling her to come back to them to one of Regina with the evil eyes bending over Mary—Snow. The words were the last line of the page, she couldn't not see them: 'The Evil Queen looked down upon the White Princess, 'Because this is my happy ending.''
Emma gasped and stared at the cartoonized, evil version of the Regina she knew. She traced the paper and zoned out completely on this version of Regina. She bit her lip and tried to image what any of this meant.
Before long, she heard clacking of heels and quickly shoved the book, spine first into the bottom shelf. When she turned around, having heard the clacking stop, she saw the Matron leaning against a bookshelf with a smile gracing her lips.
"Is this where you've been hiding all day? I've been looking everywhere for you…"
Emma gave a small smile as she tried to stand. Regina was quickly at her side to help her, "Thanks." Emma's voice was small. She looked down at the book she'd been reading in slight wonder.
"Anything interesting?"
"Nah, just some old fairytales." The blonde shrugged. She took the Matron's face and stared into her eyes once again.
"Emma, are you alright?"
The blonde knit her brows in confusion, "I feel…." A sudden warming sensation filled the inside of her thighs. She reached out and grabbed Regina's arm as she looked down, "Wet! I feel wet!"
Regina looked down to see a darker orange spreading over the jumpsuit the blonde was wearing. She stared in wonder for a moment wondering how the woman could just lose her bladder when realization came over her, "Wet!"
~0~0~0~0~0~
Emma had been changed out of her jumpsuit and into a standard hospital gown. Regina had made sure that the prison was prepared for this in the first week that Emma arrived. Dr. Whale had everything he could possibly need to deliver this baby.
The blonde was in the stirrups, and had been for what felt like seven years.
"Okay, Emma, I don't want you to push yet, not until I say. Okay?" Dr. Whale looked up from his spot between her legs to see the worn out inmate close her eyes and nod. "Alright."
Emma didn't know what he was doing, but the doctor had better finish fast. She was pushing a watermelon through a lemon, or she would if the damn doctor would let her. She turned her hate from the doctor to the man that made her this way. She grunted angrily causing the doctor, the matron and the selected nurses to look her way.
Whale tried to hide a chuckle as he finished his task, "Okay, Emma. Push."
"OH MY FUCKING GOD! FUCK HIM! FUCK HIM UP THE FUCKING ASSHOLE! THAT FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!"
Regina and the good doctor looked to one another and back to the inmate.
"…I need you to push again." Whale finally spoke.
"You can do this, Emma." Regina whispered in her ear as she finally jumped into action and took the blonde's hand in one of hers then began stroking her sweaty hair with the other.
"Okay, here he comes." After some quick work with the infant, Dr. Whale held Henry as he let out his first big wail.
"He's out?" Emma was exhausted.
"He's out." Regina confirmed. She looked to see that everyone else was facing away from them before she leaned down and kissed the blonde's sweaty temple, "You did great."
"I did?" Emma was still panting, her voice the epitome of wiped out.
"You did." The brunette's voice was soft as well.
Henry came out at 6 pounds 7 ounces. He was given to Emma who immediately soothed him. Once both mothers got to see him and hold him, he was taken out and Emma was cleaned.
Regina lay down next to her and held her as best she could; Emma happily fell asleep in her arms. She, for once in her life, felt completely content. That lasted all of a minute and a half before Milli walked in.
The blonde guard kept her voice soft, "Well, well, well, isn't this just the picture of perfection?"
"What do you want?" Regina slowly extracted herself so as not to disturb the sleeping beauty.
Millicent gave the Matron a look, "What do I want? I want for nothing, you know that. That was part of the deal." She closed the door and glanced to the blonde, "She is beautiful, isn't she? You were always a sucker for the beautiful ones."
"Milli you keep your threats on me." Regina closed in on the woman.
"Threats? Have you heard a threatening word from my lips?"
"I can read between the lines." Regina crossed her arms, "Again I ask, what do you want?"
"I want you…" She kept her eyes on the sleeping inmate before she was finally interrupted by brown hair and eyes, "To think about what exactly you're doing here." Regina gave the woman a look asking her what she meant, "Adopting the boy? Holding… that? Holding their child while she rests?"
"Shut your mouth."
"Regina!" The prison guard hissed in a whisper, "You know who she is—!"
"I told you to shut your mouth." Regina leaned forward an intimidating inch.
Milli glared at the brunette before she walked out of the room. Regina turned to the sleeping blonde and walked back over to her. She sat in the chair and took her hand, tracing the delicate fingers in thought, "They say that love is weakness… So be it. I am weak."
~0~0~0~0~0~
The dream had happened again, "This is my happy ending." She wanted to wake up again, but she couldn't seem to force her eyes open. Instead she watched the cracks in the ceiling and then in the sky take over everything, she could even hear the cracks as they presented themselves. Everything turned dark and silence seemed to scream in the black. However, in the blink of an eye everything was bright and white. The whiteness faded and sounds seeped into the world, the new world that was. Birds were chirping and grass was green, a bunny scurried across tree roots.
Suddenly, Regina appeared. Her Regina. Not the evil Regina. The Regina she saw and was falling in love with. Her eyes were still dark, but there seemed to be something quelling the evil within them. She looked down then up into the apple tree. She was in her garden. She took a few moments, gathering herself before she walked out of the garden and into the prison.
It was as the door clicked shut that she allowed herself to wake up. She sat up gasping and her eyes were wide. Regina was pacing with a smile as she held the baby boy close to her. Brown eyes quickly searched her face as she heard the noise, "Is everything okay? Did you have the bad dream again?"
The blonde stared at the woman before her. She looked into her eyes and she found a concerned, worried, loving look. But something else was there. Something that told Emma that everything was true. The dream was real; it was what really happened.
"Emma?"
"What? Yeah… I did. It's fine. I'm fine." Emma looked to the bundle in Regina's arms, "Can I hold him?"
"Of course, Emma. He's your son." Regina set the baby in her arms.
"He's your son too." Emma smiled at the brunette. The look in the matron's eyes had told her that it was true, yes. But the look she saw in that moment, was everything she'd ever need to believe that Regina was good and that she was doing the right thing giving her son to her.
~0~0~0~0~0~
She had been back in her bed for two nights, and she still couldn't get the thought that everyone was a fairytale character from her head.
She put Henry in his crib in the Matron's office for a nap and looked into the yard. "I'm going to go and talk with Ruby and them. I haven't gotten to in a while, alright?" She looked over to the brunette, who only nodded.
She ran her fingers through the brunette locks once and kissed her cheek, then hovered, waiting for the matron to turn for a real kiss. After receiving her real kiss she went outside to find Ruby sitting on the bleachers as everyone else was on the court.
"Why aren't you playing?"
"I'm too good at this game; they don't let me." Ruby said with complete confidence.
"That's not true! She's horribly competitive and sucks the fun from it!" Mary Margaret said as she waited behind the three-point line, trying to distract anyone from her husband and the ball.
"Mary Margaret! I'm excellently competitive!" Ruby grinned a Cheshire grin from the bleachers and turned to Emma, "Hey, Mommy, you're a lot smaller than the last time I got to see you… And you've been hiding out with your lovuh since the baby popped. When do I get to see him?"
"When he's more than five days old." Emma grinned.
"How old?" Ruby gave her a questioning look.
"Old enough to sustain the many germs and things you prisoners might have."
"Oh you. Always brining up the fact that we're in prison to keep us from seeing your baby."
Emma grinned and leaned into the brunette, nudging her playfully, "I at least want him to be in the double digits of days old." She laughed.
"Fine, fine. Why are you not gushing all over him?"
"He's sleeping."
"And why aren't you? Isn't that like the number one rule?" Ruby asked, "Sleep when the baby is sleeping?"
"Yes, but I've been having nightmares…"
"Ah, you don't think you're cut out for it?"
"No, it's not that… Usually they don't bother me, but lately…"
Ruby leaned forward and turned to the blonde. She gave her a contemplative look, "Lately…?"
"Do you believe in other worlds?"
"What?"
"Like… I don't know… In my dreams everyone is like a different person, but they're the same. It's like they're in a different world or something…"
Ruby stared at her a looked around, "What do you mean they're different?"
"Like they're the same person kind of, but they're not. They're actually fairytale characters, I think."
Ruby laughed, "Oh my God! That is hilarious!" She turned to see her friend a little offended, "I mean, it's just… can you honestly believe that I am a fairytale character though? Or Graham? He's a man whore and I'm the girl that tamed him and was also a bit of a tramp… and we've all committed very, very bad crimes… that's no fairytale, my friend…"
Emma leaned back against the bleachers, "I guess so…" She stood up, "Hey, I'm going to go to back inside."
Ruby smiled, "Gonna go make out with the Matron?"
"Ruby…" She scolded, but gave her friend a dirty look.
She didn't actually wind up back in the office. Instead her feet carried her to her little corner in the library.
~0~0~0~0~0~
She didn't know how long she had been there, but it must have been a while. She heard the small whimper of a five-day-old baby and she looked up to find him and his adoptive mother walking her way. She folded the book closed and set it aside, title facing from the matron.
"It's time for his feeding." The brunette woman slid down the bookcase and gave the blonde the baby, "I figured since I have to use the bottles at night, that you would want to do it in the day."
Emma smiled and nodded. Regina dug into the diaper bag she'd brought with her for a blanket to put over Emma's chest while she fed. If anyone were to come and see any part of the blonde, Regina would kill them dead then and there. And Emma knew that (and found it a little endearing despite all her recent conspiracy theories on the woman), and so she accepted the blanket even though no one had come close or walked into the library since she'd been there. Emma felt brown orbs staring at her as Henry attached and began to suckle. She turned and smiled shyly before she leaned in and waited for a kiss.
Regina quickly interpreted and accepted. She looked to the brown book that she'd caught Emma with for the second time, "Anything interesting?" She decided on the same question as before.
Emma only shook her head while concentrating on the baby.
~0~0~0~0~0~
Regina didn't know why she was so curious about her girlfriend's reading habits. She supposed that she just wanted to be able to talk to her and if she was going to spend so much time reading, then she should as well. That, and she could tell that Emma was lying when she said it wasn't interesting.
After Emma was brought to her cell—something Emma was woefully, regretfully adamant about until her sentence was filled—Regina took Henry back to her office. She put him in his carrier and grabbed her things to leave. She rooted through her keys for the master key of the prison and went to the library.
She stared at the book that was left on the floor in the corner and debated a while with whether she was actually going to take it. When she heard the baby sigh in his sleep, she decided that she would indeed take it with her.
The brunette settled in front of the fireplace with the warmth of the flames and the calmness of the baby lying on her chest. The book was in her lap and she traced over the gold letters unknowingly but exactly like her girlfriend did.
She sighed and opened it, "Let's see what Mommy was looking at, hmm?" When she received a gurgle and a sigh in return she nodded and kissed his bare head as she started in. "Oh my gods…" A chill ran down her spine. She had no idea this book existed.
She read through everything. The entire book was filled with everyone's story—all the real players at least. And it was completely accurate. When she read through her parts, the baby seemed to snuggle closer to her. Most of the time he was sleeping, but it was as if he knew and understood what she was reading. It was as if he was trying to hold her and love her. It was as if he knew everything, or that everything that was in the book happened and that they were cursed here and that he just didn't care.
She of course logically knew that a baby could not do or know any of this, but it felt as though he was. And that gave her a warm and fuzzy feeling that no one but Emma had ever been able to give her.