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Regina grumbled, eyes still closed, at being roused from her sleep unwillingly. Emma was talking incessantly, obviously on a phone call. Why was she taking a call in bed? How inconsiderate could a person be, honestly?
"We're gonna love you so much — we already do," the blonde said.
That was definitely not a phone call. Regina cracked one eye open to see her wife sprawled across her, face pressed to her stomach. The brunette opened her other eye, a smile slowly forming on her lips, and quietly watched on.
"Your mom is going to be so protective of you — you have no idea. I'll try to reign in the crazy, but I'm telling you now, kid, it won't always work."
Regina raised an eyebrow.
Emma ran her fingertips over her wife's stomach. "Just try to remember that she does it because she loves you so much, okay? 'Cause your mom? She has the biggest heart of anyone I've ever known. And when she loves someone, she uses every part of it. She loves deeply, kid; it's the most beautiful thing about her. So when she seems crazy strict, it's just because she wants to keep you safe."
The moisture pooling in Regina's eyes had her rolling them at herself. 'Stupid hormones,' she thought. But she couldn't contain her smile as she listened to her wife's words and saw the woman stroking her stomach with reverence. It made her heart swell in all the right ways. "And when your other mother buys you bear claws for breakfast, I will replace them with appropriate breakfast foods, to protect you from diabetes," the brunette drawled with a watery smirk.
Emma jumped up, a hand over her heart. "Regina! Don't do that, you scared the crap out of me."
"Do what?" Regina raised an eyebrow, ever the picture of feigned innocence.
Emma scowled. "Be such a creeper. And an eavesdropper. This is a private conversation between me and the peanut."
Regina laughed. "Peanut? I hate to tell you, dear, but she's no where near the size of a peanut yet."
"She? You think we're having a girl?"
The brunette shrugged. "I don't know… perhaps. I didn't mean to be gender-specific, but it did feel natural."
Emma grinned and climbed along her wife's body, to plant a soft kiss on her lips. "Do you want to find out? When we can, I mean?"
"Possibly. I also think that magic is very intuitive — perhaps we won't need a doctor to tell us," Regina said. "But that's a conversation for another day."
"Yeah," Emma nodded. "I think there's another conversation that needs to happen first."
"Henry?"
The blonde nodded again. "We need to tell him, the sooner the better."
"Agreed. How do you think he will feel about this?"
Emma shrugged and wrapped an arm around her wife, using the other to rest her face on her open palm. "We've talked about it before, it's not like it's completely out of the blue."
"Yes, but I doubt he ever expected anything to eventuate, magic or not."
"Good point. I think he'll be excited to be a big brother though."
Regina smiled and kissed the blonde's nose. "Also true. And he'll be wonderful at it."
"That he will. We should really tell him. Like, today."
"Yes, I think so too. Tonight, over dinner."
"Good. So, how are you feeling?"
"Tired," the brunette sighed. "Other than that, mostly the same."
Emma nodded. "It's hard work growing a person, you know. But no morning sickness is good."
"I'm hoping to avoid that entirely," Regina groaned.
The blonde laughed. "So, your expectations of pregnancy are totally realistic, then." She smirked.
"Yes," Regina scowled. "They are."
Emma shook her head. "Good luck with that," she said, and went to take a shower. Her wife flopped back onto her pillows and closed her eyes once more. "Just five more minutes," the woman muttered.
/
As soon as the front door closed behind her, Regina freed her feet from her Jimmy Choos with a moan of relief. She had never felt so incredibly exhausted in her life. She had fallen asleep three times throughout the day: twice at her desk and once during a board meeting. Her cheeks coloured just thinking about the latter incident; had she really been drooling? She shook her head and made her way through to the kitchen. "Henry?" she called out as she walked through the house. "Henry?"
No answer.
Regina sighed. She had been hoping that her son would be around to take over dinner duty; she didn't think she could stay standing for long enough to cook anything and Emma wouldn't be home until it was time to eat. She surveyed the kitchen, resolved that everything was too hard and went into the living room. Regina eyed the couch with a pang of longing and flopped onto it, minus her usual regal grace. Her eyes were closed before she could even think about pulling the couch blanket over herself.
/
The front door slammed. "Mom?" Henry called from the hallway. He spotted his mother's heels lying haphazardly by the wall and frowned. She never let anyone leave their shoes in the hallway. "Mom?" He called again. Her car was in the driveway; he knew she was home. Usually Regina would be making dinner by now, but he didn't smell anything cooking.
Henry made his way to the living room, and stopped abruptly in the doorway. His mom was curled up on the couch, fast asleep. He raised his eyebrows; Regina never took naps during the day — she said it threw off her sleep pattern. Henry approached his slumbering mother quietly and covered her with the unused blanket. What the hell were they going to eat for dinner?
/
"Regina. Regina?"
Someone was calling her name, but it sounded soft and far away, shrouded in the cloudy haze of sleep.
"Come on, time to wake up."
Her shoulder was being gently shaken. She scowled, refusing to open her eyes. "No it's not," she grumbled.
Emma laughed quietly. "It's dinner time. Get up."
"It's sleep time. Be quiet now," Regina mumbled, her eyes still closed.
The blonde sighed. "That's too bad – I made dinner…"
Regina's eyes flew open. "You what?!"
More laughter. "I cooked. Used the stove and everything."
"You didn't."
"I did."
Regina sat up quickly. "Was anyone injured?"
Emma scowled. "See, this attitude is why people think I can't cook a meal."
"No dear, people think that because it's entirely true."
"Hey! Low blow. You know I can cook – just not the fancy crap that you can."
"'Fancy Crap'?" Regina sighed. "What are we having?"
Emma took the brunette's hand and pulled her slowly to her feet. "Come and see." She led her wife through to the dining room, where Henry was seated at the head of the table, waiting for them. Three plates of grilled chicken and quinoa salad were laid out.
"About time, moms, I'm wasting away here," Henry scolded, hangry scowl in place.
Regina rolled her eyes. "Yes, you are clearly malnourished," she smirked and sat down.
"I'm a growing boy, I need a lot of sustenance."
Emma shook her head and eyed Regina warily, as the brunette took a bite of the meal she had painstakingly prepared. People seriously underestimated how easy it was to burn chicken. "So… how is it?"
"Good," Henry mumbled around a mouth full of food.
The blonde laughed. "Glad to hear it, kid." She turned back to her wife. "What's your verdict?"
Regina swallowed and nodded. "You've outdone yourself, Emma. It's perfectly cooked and the salad is lovely." Emma's proud grin ignited her own. "I'm sorry I slept so long, it wasn't my intention."
Henry stopped shoveling food into his mouth for a moment. "You never sleep during the day. Are you alright, Mom?"
Regina nodded, her gaze finding Emma's. "I'm fine." She eyed the blonde, conveying her question without words.
Emma tipped her head slightly in confirmation. "Actually kid, we have something we want to tell you. But you need to make sure you keep it to yourself for the time being, which means no telling your grandparents, alright?"
"Okay." Henry lowered his fork to his plate and gazed from one mother to the other. "Is everything okay?"
"Better than okay, Henry," Regina said, smiling. "You're going to have a baby brother or sister."
Henry's eyes widened. "But… how? I mean, you're both… Did you get someone to donate their… stuff?"
Emma laughed. "Not exactly."
"The baby is biologically both of ours," Regina explained. "There was magic involved."
Henry frowned. "You used magic? How?"
"An enchanted chalice; it belonged to my mother. I wasn't sure that it would work with our situation, but it did," Regina smiled.
"Wow. That's kind of amazing," her son responded.
"It's a miracle," Emma grinned. "So you're gonna be a big brother — what do you think?"
Henry was quiet for a moment. And then his face was swallowed in a gigantic smile. "I think it's awesome!" He jumped out of his seat and threw his arms around Regina first. "Congrats, moms!" Then he raced around to Emma's side of the table and hugged her as she laughed. He sat back down and picked up his fork again. "So do you know if it's a girl or a boy? Can magic tell you that?"
Regina shook her head. "We don't know yet, but magic could possibly tell us at some point."
"You did say 'she' this morning," Emma chimed in, with a mouth full of chicken.
"Which means nothing," the brunette replied.
"Do you want to know?" Henry asked.
The two women looked at each other imploringly.
Emma shrugged.
Regina pursed her lips thoughtfully. "It might be nice for it to be a surprise," she said. "Emma?"
The blonde nodded. "I can get on board with that. Henry?"
"Yeah, I think it'll be fun to wait." He slapped his hands down on the table suddenly, causing his mothers to jump in their seats. "Have you guys thought about names yet?"
"Well, there's Luna for a girl," Emma said and began counting in her head. Three, two, one –
"We will not be naming our child after a Harry Potter character!" Regina snapped.
Emma laughed. "It's almost too easy sometimes."
The brunette rolled her eyes. "Do you have any serious contributions to make in the naming of our child?"
"Uh… Thor?"
Henry began to chuckle and clapped a hand over his mouth when Regina frowned at him.
"Honestly," she sighed. "It's like I've got two children already."
Emma grinned and reached across the table for the brunette's hand. "But you adore us."
"That I do."
/
"Did you check on Henry?" Regina asked, as she peeled back the covers and climbed into bed.
"Yep." Emma closed the door and went around to the other side of the bed. "He's pretending to read a textbook that has a comic tucked into it and I'm pretending not to notice — same as every other night." She peeled off her pajama pants and slipped in between the sheets, curling herself around the other woman.
Regina smiled. "Clearly he underestimates our level of insight," she said and pulled the blonde's arms around her more tightly.
"Hmm, his idea of stealth is kinda lacking."
"I wonder where he gets that from."
"Excuse me? Are you saying I lack stealth skills?"
Regina smirked. "Well, if the shoe fits."
"I'll have you know that my stealth abilities are off the charts, woman. I've got mad skills."
"Yes, dear, of course you do," the brunette said, patting the other woman's hand where it rested on her stomach.
"I actually do! I was a bail bondsperson, you know," Emma huffed.
"I'm aware."
"I guess I'll just have to prove my skills to you. Initiating operation 'have hot sex with my wife without our son knowing'," the blonde whispered into her ear, a hand trailing up beneath her wife's negligee, to grasp a soft breast.
Regina gasped softly, feeling her nipple harden in Emma's palm. "Be gentle," she whispered.
"Are they sore?"
"A little."
Emma kissed her neck and gently tweaked her nipples one by one, with a cool thumb. She placed warm kisses at the base of Regina's neck and across her shoulder, before turning the woman onto her back and pressing their lips together. It started out slowly, softly — it often did — and quickly escalated as Regina began to arc into Emma's hands, her kisses becoming firmer, deeper. Emma slid her tongue alongside Regina's and moaned into the woman's mouth. She rolled her hips against her wife's and slid her hands down to Regina's hips when they thrust up into her own, the brunette's wetness marking a trail of desire on her skin.
Regina raised her arms when Emma pushed her negligee up and over her breasts, then pulled off the blonde's tank top. She pulled the woman into her lap and took a dusky nipple into her mouth, as Emma tilted her head backward, eyes closed. When their mouths met again, they held each other tightly, hips rocking together, breasts on breasts. This was one of the brunette's favorite things in the world: Emma in her lap, pressed up against her, kissing her with ever-increasing passion. Regina lowered her hand between them and slipped her fingers into Emma's panties, but the blonde took hold of her wrist and pulled her hand away. Regina frowned.
Emma shook her head. "You," she gasped and climbed out of Regina's lap. She looked her wife in the eye as she removed the woman's underwear and slowly pushed her knees apart. "Please?" She whispered.
Regina reached down to cup Emma's cheek and nodded. She fell back into the pillows behind her and moaned softly as soft kisses were planted at the apex of her thighs. She felt all the tension leave her body and she closed her eyes as a warm tongue parted her folds and slipped inside her. Heat thrummed low in her belly and it all felt so good, she began to drift away…
Emma frowned when she realized that Regina wasn't as responsive as usual. She withdrew from her lover's wet heat and raised her head. Regina's eyes were closed and she was — was she snoring?! "Seriously?!" Emma cried and threw her hands up. "You've got to be shitting me. Regina?" She nudged the woman's leg. Nothing. She climbed up her body and shook Regina's shoulder gently. "Regina?"
The brunette stirred and opened an eye. "Hmmmm, that was amazing, you were so…" she drifted off again.
Emma scowled. "Oh hell no," she mumbled and shook the woman again. "Regina!"
Regina's eyes flew open. "What is it?"
"Seriously?! Do you know what just happened?" Emma asked, incredulous.
"We just had incredible sex," she mumbled, her eyes already beginning to close again. "You're the greatest," she yawned.
"No," Emma snapped, "we were in the middle of sex and you fell asleep, Regina! I was giving you some of my best moves!"
"What? No I didn't," Regina argued, her eyes open again.
"Yes. You did," Emma said, scowling.
Regina looked at her for several seconds. "Really?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry, Emma, I'm so exhausted."
"Clearly," Emma huffed. "Do you know how insulting that is to my insanely skilled tongue?" She rolled off of her wife and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Emma," Regina turned onto her side and slid her hand over Emma's arm, rubbing back and forth soothingly. "I'm truly sorry. I will make it up to you."
"Damn right you will. We're going again, right now," Emma said.
Regina groaned. "I'm tired, can it not wait until morning?"
"Really?" Emma pouted, eyes wide.
The brunette's laugh was hoarse with sleep. "Okay," she yawned. "I'm awake and ready for your spectacular moves."
When Regina fell asleep a second time, Emma called it quits and climbed back into bed with a huff. She slept with her back to Regina for the entire night — even though she was cold — just to make a point.
/
Emma woke to a warm body pressed in against her back and soft lips kissing the base of her neck. "What do you think you're doing?" she croaked sleepily.
"Apologizing," Regina replied, her voice low and sultry. She placed another kiss near Emma's hairline. "I'm so sorry I fell asleep," she whispered into her wife's ear, as her hand slid over the woman's breast. "But I feel rested now," she added and took an earlobe between her lips.
Emma hummed softly and guided Regina's hand down between her legs. "For the record, I'm still insulted," she grumbled, but gasped when two fingers slid between her folds and further still. "But I'm feeling more forgiving every second," she added. Three orgasms later she had forgotten what she was annoyed about to begin with.
A/N: The falling asleep during sex aspect of this chapter was inspired by an episode of Friends. Let me know if you're interested in further updates!