A/N: Here you guys go. This chapter has some fluff, angst and sexy-times. So, a little of everything for you. I hope you enjoy and please let my know what you think.

Chapter 11

"Emma's pregnant."

The air in Red's cell seemed to grow heavy under the weight of tension that filled the room at those words. I felt Regina freeze beside me, but my own spiraling emotions made it impossible to focus on my Queen. The silence dragged out until I finally couldn't take it any longer. "What?" I asked, my voice several octaves higher than usual.

Red's eyes, which hadn't left Regina during the silence, flicked over to me and she said gently, "You're pregnant, Emma. I can smell it."

I turned to Regina and asked with hopeful trepidation, "Is that possible?"

She blinked and looked at me, seeming to come back from far away. "Yes, though I never thought it would be possible for us," she said shakily.

"What do you mean?" I asked, reaching out to lay a comforting hand on her arm.

Regina looked down at my hand and swallowed thickly. "I always thought—the only thing powerful enough to break gender barriers is—". Her voice died in her throat before she could finish.

I squeezed her arm, needing her to complete that thought. When she remained silent and wouldn't meet my eyes, nervous fear began rising in me and my voice trembled as I asked, "Is it the bond?"

Regina shook her head, but didn't speak. Red finally took pity on me and said, "True love, Emma. It's the most powerful magic in the world."

I felt my eyes widen even as all the color drained from Regina's face. She slowly lifted her chin and met my gaze with devastated sorrow in her eyes. As soon as our eyes locked, I felt a wave of anguish reach me through our bond. Tears filled my eyes, spilling down my cheeks before I could stop them. One thought began pounding in my mind: She doesn't want me. She wants her true love to be Daniel, not me. That thought had me backing away from her. She instinctively reached for me and I flinched.

She froze, and I could hear the regret in her voice as she said, "Emma…"

A sob broke free and I couldn't stay to hear her apologies. I wrapped the white smoke of my magic around myself and left. As soon my feet felt the solid earth of the apple orchard, I let myself crumple to the ground. I rested my back against the Queen's prized tree and wrapped my arms around my knees, holding them tightly to my chest, and sobbed.

I felt her before she appeared, but I didn't look up to see that the Queen had followed me. She glared down at me and snapped, "What did I say to you about running from me?"

From the bond, I could tell that her anger was covering a wealth of other emotions and it snapped something in me. I lifted my tear-stained eyes and met her glare with one of my own. "Why does it matter? I'm not the one you want."

She looked stricken as she said, "No, Emma. That's not true."

I scoffed, "Don't lie to me. I can feel you through our bond, your majesty. I know how much it's hurting you that I'm your true love instead of Daniel. He's who you really want, not me."

The Queen flinched when I used her title instead of her name. But when I was finished speaking, she knelt in front of me and reached out to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear. I couldn't bring myself to push away her hand and for a moment I hated myself for needing her so much. Her fingers curled under my chin and gently lifted it to lock our gazes together as she said, "That's not why I was so upset, Emma."

Her tenderness calmed my anger and I felt tears prick my eyes again, "Then, why?"

She sighed and said sadly, "It forced me to realize that I have to let go of my past. I've held on to my love for Daniel for so long, it's shaped most of my life. That is why I was upset. It hurts to let him go, but not nearly as much as it hurt to watch you pull away from me with tears in your eyes."

"Really?" I asked, searching her teary eyes.

"Yes," she said with raw honesty. Her watery brown eyes searched mine as she said, "Emma, I—I love you."

I froze as her words sank in and warmth filled my chest. A wide grin split my face and I reached for her, pulling her into a kiss. "I love you too, Regina," I said when the kiss ended.

She smiled and the first tear spilled from her lashes. I brushed it away with the pad of my thumb. Regina leaned into my touch as she teasingly said, "You do realize that I'm never letting you go now, darling."

My heart skipped a beat at the new nickname and I shifted to straddle her lap. I cupped her face in my hands and gave her a serious look while keeping my voice playful as I said, "No, my love. It's me that is never letting you go, you or the baby."

Regina's eyes widened and the breath caught in her throat. She lifted a hand to gently press it against my lower belly as she said in an awed voice, "We're having a baby."

I nodded. "Apparently," I said, feeling nervous excitement coursing through me. "Although, I imagine we'll have to wait a little while longer to be certain. I don't know how reliable a wolf's nose is."

"Assuming nothing goes amiss with the pregnancy, I've never known a wolf to be wrong, my dear," Regina said, gently rubbing her thumb over my stomach.

"Alright. So, is—is this something you want? I've never heard you say anything about children," I asked nervously. Before she could answer, a panicked thought crossed my mind and I said, "Oh gods, the baby will be a bastard. The nobles won't let a bastard sit on the throne, so the baby can't—".

Regina cut me off with a snarled, "My child won't be a bastard!"

The venom in her voice was enough to stop the panicked thoughts that were overwhelming my senses. "What?" I asked, not even certain what I'd said to anger her.

The Queen studied me for a moment, and realizing my confusion she softened and said, "Emma, our child won't be a bastard. You are my official Consort, traditionally any child conceived from that arrangement, regardless of marital status is considered legitimate. That's not to mention the fact that this baby was literally conceived out of the magic of our True Love. No one would dare question its parentage."

"Okay…," I said, trying to gather my scattered thoughts. "So, do you want this child?" I finally asked nervously.

Regina smiled brilliantly. "Yes, Emma, I do." She paused and her smile fell as she said, "When I was married to Leopold, I did what was necessary to make sure I never conceived a child with him, it…damaged me and I no longer have the ability to carry children. So, I never thought I would have any kids. But I do want a family with you, darling."

I hesitated before asking, "Will you tell me about it?"

She looked away and sighed, "Yes, but not today, my dear. Today should be a happy day."

"Alright, my love," I said softly.

Brown eyes met mine again and she smiled happily. "Gods, Emma, I love you more than I thought possible. I'm sorry that it took me so long to say."

"It's okay, Regina. I knew even when you couldn't say it," I said honestly.

"Then how could you actually think I didn't want you?" she asked, soundly slightly frustrated.

I looked away, unable to meet her eyes as I admitted, "I've never felt like I deserved your love."

"Excuse me?" she said, completely baffled.

My hands dropped into my lap and nervously played with the hem of my tunic. "Regina, you've loved Daniel with your whole soul for so many years. And I'm the daughter of the woman who took him from you. I just felt lucky that you bound me to you so you'd want me, even though I don't deserve to lick your boots, let alone be loved by you," I said softly.

"Oh, Emma. You've got it wrong. After everything I've done, I'm the one who doesn't deserve you. You have the purest heart of anyone I've ever met, and my heart is so dark," she said thickly.

The tone of her voice made me look back up and I saw fresh tears filling her eyes. My heart ached for her and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into a hug that we both needed. She relaxed into my embrace, sliding her hands around to my back and holding me tightly to her. The simple affection calmed us both and I murmured, "This is ridiculous."

She stiffened and pulled out of my arms. "What do you mean?" she asked, obviously hurt.

I sighed and cupped her cheek in my hand as I explained, "All of our fears and insecurities about each other's feelings are ridiculous. Regina, you are my True love. That means that we were destined to be together. Everything happened to bring us together. It doesn't forgive what Snow did to you, but if she hadn't, we probably never would have met and then neither of us could have been truly happy."

"You're right, Emma," she said, relaxing again.

"I know," I said cheekily, making her laugh. I gave her a small smile before saying, "We need to end things with Snow, so we can enjoy our happiness in peace."

Regina sighed, "I know. I had planned on forcing her to choose between you and Charming, so that no matter which she chose, she'd lose. Because if she chose Charming she was abandoning the child she'd spent so long fighting for, but if she chose you, you could reject her, crushing her hope. But now I don't know what to do."

"Why don't you want to do that anymore?" I asked, confused because it was a brilliantly evil plan.

Her eyes hardened and she lifted an eyebrow as she coldly said, "Because I was going to have you kneeling at my feet, wearing a collar with your leash in my hand. But I refuse to have the woman I love and the mother of my child paraded around like a dog."

My lips twitched in amusement as I dryly said, "But you don't mind treating the Queen's Consort that way."

Regina's expression darkened and she growled, "I didn't think you'd mind after your displays in the mirror."

I held up my hands in a placating gesture and said, "I don't mind, my Queen. I'd do anything for you."

The tension running through her dissolved and she smirked at me, purring, "I know you would, dear. In fact, I think you might even enjoy being put on my leash, wouldn't you?" As she spoke, she ran a fingernail down my neck, drawing a shiver of arousal from me.

I swallowed hard and stuttered, "I—um, I—".

The Queen chuckled and said, "Well, maybe we will have to save that idea for the privacy of our bedroom."

"Alright," I said, nodding more eagerly than I probably should have.

My reaction drew another chuckle from her, but she sobered quickly. "It doesn't change the fact, that now I need a new plan for dealing with Snow White."

I sighed, forcing the lusty thoughts I'd been having to the back of my mind. As I tried to focus on the problem at hand, I shifted in Regina's lap so that I could lean my back into her chest. It helped to distract me from the thoughts of her naked body rubbing against mine. Eventually an idea came to me, and I said, "You could get her to sign a treaty to get Charming back."

"How would that help?" she asked.

"Well, the treaty could stipulate that the White Kingdom cease all attempts to kidnap your Consort, and um, if they are unable to revitalize their kingdom in a certain amount of time, they have to abdicate their thrones and pronounce you regent until your heir comes of age, at which point he or she assumes the throne," I said in an overly sweet voice.

There was a long pause before Regina broke out into laughter. "Emma, darling, that is amazingly devious."

"Thank you, my Queen. But I'm not sure why you are so surprised, you did make sure I was properly tutored in politics," I said, smiling.

"That I did, darling. I'm glad that my efforts were not wasted," she replied dryly.

I let out a huff of mock indignation and said, "Never, your majesty. I have always done my best to learn the lessons you wished of me."

Regina's arms wrapped around me, pulling me tightly against her. "I know, darling. I always received glowing reports from your tutors," she said proudly.

I twisted around so I could see her and asked, "You really paid that close of attention to my schooling?"

She smiled and nodded, "Yes, Emma, I did. It was the only way I was able to keep myself away from you. I got daily reports on your activities."

I couldn't stop the pout from my face as I said, "But you would only let me see you three times a week. How is that fair?"

"It wasn't, my love. I'm sorry," she said regretfully.

I sighed and said, "Then I suppose you'll just have to make it up to me, my Queen."

Her eyes dropped to my lips and she asked in a husky voice, "And just how would you like for me to atone for this injustice?"

I smirked, "I believe you already know your majesty."

A smile spread across her lips, "Yes, I think I might." Slowly she raised her eyes to meet mine and I shivered at the hungry look in her gaze. Purple magic swirled around us as she transported us to her bedroom. When the smoke cleared, I was surprised to find that she hadn't magically stripped us as was her habit.

Before I could ask her, Regina brought her lips to my neck and began kissing her way along the sensitive skin. Her hands found my belt and unbuckled it. She pulled back only far enough to set it and my sword to the side. Then she closed the distance between us, kissing and nipping along the other side of my throat. My head fell back, giving her more access which she took advantage of, lightly sucking on the tender spot just below my ear. As her mouth was busy at my neck, her hands found the hem of my tunic and slowly began drawing it up my body, dragging her fingers along my sides. Heat flared everywhere she touched and I let out a soft moan.

Regina pulled her lips from me only long enough to pull the tunic over my head. She let the fabric fall to the floor and leaned back in to claim my lips. I melted into the kiss, humming appreciatively as her tongue slipped past my teeth to dance with mine. While we kissed, her fingers slipped under my undershirt to lightly trail up my stomach until she could palm my breasts. I arched into her touch, breaking the kiss to let out a soft groan. Regina took the opportunity to pull my undershirt off, leaving me bare from the waist up. She paused, taking a long moment to rake her heated gaze over my exposed skin. The weight of her reverent scrutiny took my breath away and made my mouth go dry. Noticing my heavier breathing, Regina lifted her eyes back to mine and I saw raw desire reflected in their depths. My tongue darted out to wet my lips as heat raced down my spine.

Slowly she reached out and trailed her fingers slowly down my body, from my cheeks to my waist. The touch had me shivering with need, and I wanted to reach out and touch her, but I held back, needing to feel the intimacy of her tender touches. I was rewarded as her lips began following the path her hands had just traveled. When she reached, my breasts, she swirled the tip of her tongue in languid circles around each nipple before gently sucking them into her mouth, each in turn. My eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of her warm wet mouth encircling my hardening nipples. A small whimper escaped my lips as I began to throb with need for her.

Her fingers found the lacing on my pants, making quick work of the knot while she continued to lavish my breasts with her tongue. Regina dipped her fingers under the waistband of my pants and underwear, slowly pulling them over my hips. As she lowered my pants down my thighs, she trailed kisses down my stomach, pausing to swipe her tongue into my belly button. Another moan escaped my lips and I had to rest my hands on her shoulders to ground myself as my arousal slowly built within me. Regina knelt as she pulled my pants the rest of the way down my legs. She paused her lips on my lower belly, peppering kisses over my womb. Her eyes met mine again while she was doing it and I smiled down at her, love swelling in my chest and momentarily drowning out my arousal.

She pulled away to smile up at me as she said, "I love you, Emma."

I ran a tender finger along her cheek and replied, "I love you, too."

We held that moment for a beat longer, before Regina carefully helped me step out of my pants and underwear and stood to pull me into a slow sensual kiss that quickly deepened and grew more passionate. We were both panting with need when we had to break apart for air. I reached for her to yank off her clothes, but she danced away from me. "Not yet, my dear," she said playfully.

I groaned, "Regina, you're wearing too much."

She smirked and said, "I know my dear."

"But—," I started to say, but she cut me off with another kiss. I immediately responded, only vaguely aware that she was moving us towards the bed. The kiss ended abruptly when my knees hit the edge of the mattress and I unceremoniously lost my balance and sat heavily. "Hey-,"I said, but she cut off my protest with a gentle finger on my lips.

"Shh, just be patient, dear," she whispered.

I sighed and playfully tried to bite the finger making Regina chuckle as she pulled it quickly out of reach. I tried to catch her, but she stepped out of reach, bringing her hands to the buttons on her jacket. All my protests died as she slowly stripped out of her clothes, letting her fingers slide tantalizingly along her skin as it was exposed. The striptease made my mouth go dry even has moisture pooled between my thighs. I had to clutch the edge of the bed to prevent myself from taking over for her.

When Regina finally stepped out of her underwear, she slowly ran her fingers up her body, brushing them against her nipples to bring them to stiff attention. A desperate whimper left my lips and she stepped up to the bed. I reached for her, but she stopped me with a hand on my chest. With gentle pressure, she guided me to shoot back on the bed until I lay with my head on a pillow. Starting with my toes, she crawled her way up my body, kissing and licking her way along my skin. Tremors ran in the wake of her lips and I was lost to any sensation but the feeling of her mouth and the worshipful look in her eyes.

"You are so beautiful, Emma," Regina said in wonder when she reached the top on my thighs. Her gaze raked over me and I smiled.

"I'm not half as beautiful as you, Regina. You take my breath away," I said honestly.

She smiled and bent to place a delicate kiss on my hip bone. Her eyes dropped to my core and I squirmed, desperate for her touch. She inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of my arousal. Her eyes fell shut and slowly brought her mouth to where I needed her most, her tongue sliding through my drenched folds. My hips jerked up to meet her mouth as my head fell back. She moaned as she licked up my slit and I shuddered in response. Her tongue stroked slowly along my bundle of nerves and I whimpered, my thighs falling further open to give her more room.

Regina's eyes flicked up to meet mine and she began alternating long licks along my folds, and short strokes on my clit. Heat built quickly within me, drawing panting moans from my lips. The noises spurred her on, and she teased my entrance with the tip of her tongue. My hips bucked unto her, and she slid her tongue into me, nuzzling my clit with her nose. The effect was immediate and I stiffened under her, instantly on the edge of release. Regina thrust her tongue into me again and I cried out, shuddering through my orgasm. She lapped up my release with long languid strokes of her tongue.

Before the last tremor died away, Regina shifted to curl her tongue around my clit as two fingers slid gently into my channel. She slowly began to thrust into me, and a second orgasm began to build. I groaned, heat racing through my veins as she gradually picked up her pace. My hips rocked up to meet her thrusts, as I gasped out, "Regina…oh, gods."

She chuckled in response and I moaned. Regina sucked my clit into her mouth and she curled her fingers within me, hitting that perfect spot to send me crashing over the edge again. I screamed out her name as the intense orgasm ripped through me. She slowed her fingers, letting me ride out the waves of pleasure. When my body stilled, she slipped her fingers from me and licked them clean.

I watched her with a languid smile before I murmured, "Come here."

Regina chuckled and crawled up the bed to claim my lips in a passionate kiss, letting me taste myself on her tongue. When the kiss ended, she tenderly stroked her fingers through my hair as she smiled down at me. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Emma," she said softly.

I returned her smile, stroking my hands along her curves. "It doesn't matter, Regina. You have me. I love you, and I'm not going anywhere," I replied.

She leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on my lips, before saying, "And you have me, my dear."

I grinned, gripping her lips and rolling to switch our positions. Looking down at her, I said, "Good, because I intend to keep you, my love." I didn't give her a chance to respond as I claimed her lips with mine.