Carrying lunch, Emma strolled into the area between her wife's office and her secretary. She nodded at Linda and knocked on the frosted glass door as she brushed snow from her parka. Even though Linda was perfectly capable of announcing her presence, the blonde preferred announcing her presence this way.

Regina glanced up at the knock, a broad smile graced her face, "Come in, my love," she called as she stood, stretching her tired body out. She was entering her 18th week and her small bump was very obvious now. Starting to really show in the new maternity clothes that Emma swore would bankrupt them, to which Regina rolled her eyes. They could have both quit their jobs and managed to live more than comfortably the rest of their lives and she'd be damned if be would in anything not high fashion. Regina stroked the growing child inside her and moved to greet her wife as Emma stepped into the office.

"Hey, babe," they kissed.

Or were about to when Regina pulled away with a look on her face that Emma couldn't identify, "What is that smell?"

"Shit, I wasn't even thinking about pregnancy nose!" Emma cursed herself. They'd had a few incidents with the brunette's hypersensitive nose. There'd been the day a couple weeks ago that Henry had come home after soccer practice without showering first. When Regina had come to greet him, she'd turned a very vibrant color of green and ran back for the kitchen telling him shower. He now showered after practice at the school. Emma had completely stopped wearing any kind of cologne as nothing seemed to settle well with the brunette. And, as of a week ago, any and all variants of strawberry scented anything were banned in the house or anywhere near her wife. Emma turned on her heel and moved to deposit the bag with her lunch outside, she could grab something later.

Regina stopped her with hand on her elbow, "Emma. What is in that bag?" When Emma turned contrite eyes she was surprised to see her wife eyeing the bag with a hungry look and she couldn't contain a grin. Seemed they might have finally stumbled upon a pregnancy craving, especially since the brunette was denying the vanilla ice cream and diced fresh jalapenos that she had once a day as one. "It's a chili cheese dog…"

Regina licked her lips and cleared her throat, "Can I uh...have a bite?" Emma full on laughed and clamped her mouth shut when a glare was shot her way, "Not a word, hand it over," the brunette demanded. She was already tugging on the bag and Emma released it, following her wife to the loveseat and coffee table with a carefully controlled smirk. Removing her Sheriff's parka and pulling from its pockets a bottle of decaf unsweetened iced tea and a rootbeer. "Oh, Michael called. The alternator finally arrived for the Mercedes. He said to drop it off in the morning and he should have it done by the weekend. I told him his fix was still holding, but it'd been having some trouble starting since the temperature dropped into single digits," she unclipped her duty belt and laid it atop her parka on the coffee table.

"Sounds good," the brunette dug into the bag and retrieved the wrapped and messy hotdog. She licked her lips and Emma bit her tongue as she pulled out the chicken salad sandwich and cracked peppercorn kale chips she'd brought for her wife. "Ohh, onion too?" Her eyes sparkled as she took in the tiny white chunks covering the chili and shredded cheese. Emma devolved into a coughing fit to cleverly hide her amusement as her wife all but made love to the hotdog. Regina released a long, languorous groan as she chewed and Emma was torn between further amusement and arousal at the noise. She unwrapped the sandwich and eyed it warily.

Regina gave a deep sigh as she finished chewing the bite, "Here..." she held the hotdog out to her wife and Emma couldn't help the half snort, half chuckle that escaped, "Keep it, babe," she bit into the sandwich and, ehh, it wasn't bad. Regina grinned and peeked back into the bag, "Onion rings too?" The gleeful tone wasn't lost on Emma and she nodded as she popped a kale chip, also not...terrible.

Emma finished her lunch and washed the taste away with her rootbeer as her wife made her way noisily through her intended lunch. The happy look on her wife's face made it worth it. The blonde stood and made her way to the brunette's desk, she pulled open a drawer and as Regina moaned her way through the onion rings, she pulled out the tub of lotion they kept in the office for an afternoon application, so far they'd not skipped a morning, noon and evening rub down and Emma had applied them all. Regina was wiping her mouth and smiling blissfully as she leaned back on the couch and rested her hands on the slight swell of her stomach, "Delicious, I've been sorely missing out," she sighed when Emma sat back down, sitting the lotion on the table and pulled her into an embrace. Emma was pretty certain that it wouldn't take long after giving birth for the brunette to go back to disliking hotdogs, but was content to let her believe otherwise.

They sat for a few minutes, just relaxing against each other. Regina had removed her blazer early in the day and together they stroked over the small bump beneath the white sleeveless button down she wore. The shirt cut just under her breasts and flowed loosely around her stomach, leaving plenty of room still for their growing child. It was quiet and they didn't need words, the love in the room palpable. Occasionally someone would lean further in and a kiss was laid against lips. It was peaceful and it was beautiful and both women were thrilled have these moments in their lives. Finally it was Regina that broke the comfortable quiet when they had 30 minutes left, "Lotion?" She made the request and started to shed her clothing as her wife retrieved the lotion from where she'd laid it down.

Emma barely contained her groan of approval as tanned skin was revealed. She appreciated the smooth, pliant flesh and she stopped small hands from unclasping the brunette's bra and worked the clasp herself. Regina groaned when her heavy breasts were released. They'd continued to enlarge and she was fairly certain she'd need new bras again before it was all said and done. She shuddered when strong hands cupped them, lifting their weight and a rough thumb grazed over her nipple, "Lotion," she whispered as she leaned back against the couch back, "Then I need to come," shaking hands moved to her waist and she worked the catch on her skirt.

Emma stopped her again and finished the act herself, slipping the skirt down tanned thighs and kneeling before her as she removed it and the very slight heels that her wife had switched to. She was only wearing one inch heels at this point, and Emma was pretty certain it was mostly just an excuse to buy new shoes, a she had plenty of flats she could be wearing. She stroked over stocking clad thighs and they trembled as Regina's eyes slid closed and she moaned. Emma tucked her fingers into lace panties and tugged them down, she groaned at the sight, of smooth glistening flesh. Regina had so far continued her religious monthly trips two towns away for a full waxing, after consulting Joanne and being warned that she would have increased sensation, especially in her nether regions, but that she was welcome to as long she was comfortable. So far, it had been slightly more intense, but she preferred to keep herself hair free and wasn't planning to stop, even after Emma had offered to help her shave at home.

The blonde just sat there for a second appreciating her wife, laying back against the couch, legs falling open, her wet, clenching cunt on display. Her eyes softened as they traveled up to the smooth, roundness that her belly had taken on. She scooted forwards, pressed against the couch and placed a loving kiss to the peak of the swelling just beneath her navel.

Regina whimpered, "I lied," she buried tanned hands in blonde hair, "Come first, then lotion, maybe come again," and she was pushing, moving her wife into place and pulling her into her nearly dripping pussy, "Oh, please!"

Emma willingly complied and she stroked over a swollen labia with her tongue, moaning at the taste of her wife. As her pregnancy had progressed her cunt was swelling with blood, making her more sensitive and her taste had sweetened. Not much but enough so Emma could tell a difference and it was amazing to see all the changes taking place with her wife's body. Regina let out a low whimper, her hands clenching in shaggy blonde hair and keeping her wife there as she shifted and released a sigh of relief when her clit was taken between warm lips, "Fuck, yes."

Emma moaned into her wife's pussy as she sucked softly at her swollen clit. They didn't have a lot of time and she knew her lover would need to come again after their lotion session. She flicked her tongue against the swollen, throbbing clit, her hands hanging onto to rolling hips that sought out more, more, more. Regina held tight to blonde hair and let her head fall back and eyes slide shut, she let a loud groan fall from her lips and bit her bottom lip to keep more noise inside. With her ever increasing libdio her ability and desire to censor her volume was quickly going out the window, they were going to have to talk using a silencing enchantment like at home soon, or just start teleporting home for lunch.

Tanned hands clenched and Regina arched, pressing tighter, closer to her wife's mouth, Emma was sucking steadily on her clit, "Oh, there. Right there…" the entreaty left her lips in a breathy gasp. When Emma wanted to get her off in a hurry, the blonde could do so splendidly. A groan fell from plump lips when two fingers slid easily inside her throbbing cunt, curling and stroking as the suction shifted just enough for the very tip of a tongue to flicker against her clit. Regina rested a hand against the swell of her stomach, her other hand still buried in blonde hair as she curled around her wife, pleasure overwhelming her, "Come up here!" She demanded and tugged, pulling Emma up and over her body. Emma kept thrusting, curling, stroking as Regina pulled her into a kiss, groaning loudly into it. She kept her hand buried in blonde hair and wrapped her wife's tie in her other hand, holding them tightly together, "Coming," was all she gasped out as she ended the kiss. Cum burst from her as Emma stroked her through her orgasm, her head fell back and Regina clenched her jaw as her hips rolled.

Emma watched her wife writhe in her ecstasy, groaning at the image of her trying so desperately to be quiet. She stroked once more against her wife's clit with her thumb and curled her two fingers inside. Regina arched deeper and whimpered as her orgasm trailed into a second smaller one. Emma groaned through it, she could feel the clenching of her wife and the dripping cum that coated her arm and their hips, soaking through her jeans, "Fuck, babe," she pressed their foreheads together and they breathed deeply together for a long minute.

Untangling her hand from Emma's tie, Regina shifted and they sat up together, "I don't want to go back to work," the brunette all but pouted.

Emma grinned as she ran a hand through her shaggy locks, "We could always play hooky? I don't have anything going on at the station. Finished most of my paperwork for the day," she stood and placed the jar of lotion back in her wife's desk and held a hand out to her with a quirk in her eyebrow.

Regina's eyes darkened and she eyed the hand before her, "Tempting, very tempting," Regina was actually considering it. The prospect of locking themselves in their bedroom for the next few hours was very enticing. She took the hand and stood, clad in only her garters and stockings she strode to her desk. "Linda?" She flicked the intercom.

"Yes, Mayor?"

"I'm feeling a little under the weather. Can you move my 2 o'clock to tomorrow?" Regina spoke into the unit and held hazel eyes in her own chocolate. Then Emma was pulling out her phone and firing off a text to David while she retrieved her cell from her desk.

"Of course, Mayor... Feel better, Regina,"

Regina was pretty sure she could hear a smirk in her secretary's voice, "Thank you," she ended the connection off and with flick they reappeared in their bedroom. "Lotion and fuck me," Regina was peeling her stockings off before they'd even fully materialized in the room. She tossed her cell phone onto her nightstand and turned to her stripping wife.

A groan and Emma was yanking her tie loose and over her head, "Gladly," A naked Regina was pushing her onto the bed then, straddling her lap and giving up all pretense. Yanking and ripping her shirt open, buttons pinged and Emma palmed her ass with a growl, "Fucking you first." She rolled them, raised up onto her knees and shrugged the ripped shirt from her shoulders. Tossing it off the bed and tugging the white t-shirt and sports bra over her head as well.

Tanned hands scrabbled at jeans, "Please!" Regina got the jeans open and helped her wife shed them, along with her boyshorts. As soon as her wife was naked she tugged Emma back down and with a twist of her hips, rolled them again, settling astride her lover's thighs.

Emma gripped rounded hips and tugged enough that she could suck a nipple into her mouth. She flicked over it with her tongue, inhaling her wife's moan as she slipped a hand between them and stroked through her aroused flesh. Massaging at her wife's cunt, reveling in the swollen, rips flesh, "God, you're soaked!" Emma gasped as she kissed, licked and sucked her way to the other breast hanging over her.

"Anticipation, it does wonderful things!" Regina reached between them and pulled her wife's hand away. She pulled it up and palmed her breast not being suckled with it. She groaned as Emma pulled away and latched onto the flesh of her upper chest, leaving a bright red mark that she laved with her tongue. Regina tugged the hand away again and sucked three fingers into her mouth as she ground down against her wife's muscled abdomen.

A groan was ripped from Emma's throat as her lover sucked and stroked over her fingers with her tongue. Slipping between them and caressing them intimately, all while she sucked. Emma held her hips as they shared a heavy, heated eye contact. Both were panting by the time Regina slipped the fingers from her lips and pushed the hand between them, pressing the three fingers against her sex and whimpering when her lover took the hint and slid all three inside.

Grinding down, Regina rolled her hips and clutched her wife's head to her chest when Emma started kissing and sucking at her tanned flesh again, a hand on her hip helping her move on the hand buried between her legs. "More!" Regina breathed as she rolled her hips once and held herself above her wife long enough for Emma to add her little finger to the mix and penetrate her with all four, "Oh God!" One curl, stroking against her g-spot and pressing there, tightly was all she needed and Regina was coming with a cry. Ejaculate bursting from her and spraying against her wife's rolling hips.

They lay together, the room quiet and peaceful, the smell of sex permeating around them as Regina panted atop her wife, shudders working through her body as she relaxed around the four fingers still inside her, "Roll, I want you on top and all of you inside!" The desperate whine in her voice probably would've embarrassed her any other time.

Emma groaned at the promise and with a careful maneuver rolled them without pulling out. She situated herself to be able thread dark hair through her fingers and cup the back of a head as she moaned into a kiss with her wife. As their tongues met and entwined she started moving again, sliding her four fingers inside her lover, curling and stroking her walls. Regina arching against her and panting into the kiss. Emma shifted down, tucking her thumb into the cup of her palm as she sucked a nipple into her mouth and laved it with attention.

Regina cried out, clutching her wife's head to her chest as Emma eased her hand inside, pumping slowly in and out, slipping further inside with each thrust, "Fuck, baby! Don't stop, deeper!" She curled her body around Emma's, a gasped moan ripped from her chest as her lover finally slid all the way inside, fist curling and filling her, stretching her so wonderfully. "Ye..es… so good, baby," she threaded her hands in blonde hair and canted her hips as she collapsed back onto the bed and her wife shifted to her neglected breast, suckling at it and licking her engorged flesh.

Emma moaned against the nipple as she felt her lover fluttering around her fist, clutching at her rocking hand. Arousal flooded around her wrist, as she started to thrust, pulling out to the widest part of her hand and sliding back inside, relishing every wanton sound her wife made as she writhed and moaned beneath her. Emma pulled away then, needing to see her lover's face as she was fucked into ecstasy, Regina clutched at the back of her neck as she locked eyes, one hand slipped down to clutch at the working shoulder, groaning her appreciation for the muscle working and flexing in her hand.

Regina slid her hand from the shoulder down to the elbow, cupping the arm just below the joint, "So good…" it was barely whisper as it fell from her lips, her hips working to meet every thrust of her wife. Sweat beaded over both their bodies as they moved together. Their eyes remained locked and Regina felt her breath catch in her chest as the pleasure and emotion washed over her. She slid her hand further down the pumping arm and onto her stomach, even in her aroused haze she gave the swell a caress before sliding further down and wrapping her hand around the wrist pumping into her, groaning loudly as she felt slick skin thrusting into her, she release the muscled wrist and started stroking at her clit. Regina clenched her jaw and her eyes glazed as she held her wife's intense eyes. Her body arched and the tendons and veins in her face and neck came into stark relief. Tanned hand flying over her clit as she clenched the hand still buried in blonde hair.

Emma watched as the love of her life, the mother of her children, the woman who owned her, came apart at the seams, a silent scream in her open mouth, dark eyes wide and unseeing as she tensed and held for 1, 2, 3, 4 beautiful seconds before collapsing back to the bed as she convulsed and writhed panting out her Emma's name. Begging the blonde to not stop, to keep pumping as she continued to furiously rub at her clit, even as the ejacualte pressed against the resistance forcing it's way out around her wrist. A second tensing moment and Regina came, screaming incoherently. Pressing hard against her clit, unable to keep stroking the sensitive nerves. Emma slowed, transitioning back into a rocking motion inside her lover, easing the brunette through her spasmic orgasm. Regina panted, chest heaving a she lay there in a limp puddle of cum and sweat, "Did...you…" The words fell out as she stroked her hands over her belly and chest, relishing the slickness coating her skin, a whimper leaving her lips as Emma gently pulled out and cum gushed from within her fluttering cunt.

A groan left pink lips as Emma answered her wife with a no, she was painfully aroused, could feel the heat and slickness between her thighs, she could feel her pulse pounding in her swollen clit.

Regina tugged at her lover's hips, pulling her wife to settle in the cradle of her body, "Use me, baby," she gasped as Emma took the hint and immediately began to rub against her, thrusting against her sopping cunt. The blonde hooked her legs with her arms and slid further up until she was all but sitting atop her dripping pussy, easing the slide of hot bodies as their clits met and slid together with Emma's every piston. "Fuu...ck," Regina gasped out as the stimulation threatened to overwhelm her thrumming body. She clutched at the strong hips pumping against her as she arched.

"Oh, fuck. I'm coming!" Emma gasped out as she ground faster, harder, slicker against her wife and with a final cry she was coming, grinding down and pressing their clits together.

Regina scrabbled at the flesh she could reach as a keening wail reverberated from her throat and she following her wife over the edge. Coming spectacularly between them, ejaculating against her wife's cunt and causing Emma to shudder through another smaller orgasm. Emma rolled off her, despite her tired noise of discontent at the action. Emma knew it'd be next to impossible to hurt her wife or the baby with her weight atop them, but she wasn't willing to tempt fate. Instead, she settled onto her back and pulled a still shuddering Regina into her arms. She kissed sweaty, dark hair and they relaxed together for what could've been an hour, but was likely only a few minutes, "Lotion and nap?" When Regina nodded sleepily against her chest, grinning Emma eased her way out from nearly being under her starfished wife.

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Regina stirred awake to her phone vibrating across the nightstand, bleary eyed she blinked as she stared at it, trying to clear the sleep from them.

SAINT JOHN, NB, CA

Stared back at her and with a frown she swiped to answered, "Mayor Swan-Mills."

Emma shifted in the bed to lean against the headboard as she listened to her wife's side of the conversation. "I don't understand, slow down."

"What do you mean, ran into the dock?"

"You're kidding!?"

"How the hell could you loose them?"

"I don't know that I give a good goddamn, Killian," Emma arched an eyebrow at the callers reveal, they hadn't heard from the one handed wander in over year, on his last visit through Storybrooke.

Regina rubbed at her forehead, "I know, I know. Never should have had the contracts drawn up," when people had expressed interest in leaving Storybrooke, Regina had drafted contracts, binding them to confidentiality and her to doing anything she could to help them should they find themselves in any kind of trouble. A snort left her lips, "Of course, you can get a OUI driving a boat you idiot. Especially when you drive it into a pier on the New Brunswick coastline!" Emma soothingly stroked over her wife's back, attempting to calm the reddening brunette. "Whatever, it'll take me a few hours to get there and after this I am not bringing any more copies of your documents. You can deal with them not being able to identify you!" She didn't wait for an answer before she hung up.

"What's going on?" Emma followed her wife into the ensuite as Regina started the shower. They'd passed a level of privacy and Regina had no qualms about it as she flipped up the lid on the toilet as she sat to relieve her bladder, "Captain Guyliner, piloted his damn boat, ship, whatever into the Saint John's pier, while intoxicated on fucking rum," she violently ripped at the toilet paper and cleaned herself. "They won't release him without proper identification documents and he lost them, and I quote, "To a lovely lass who tossed his wallet and half his belongings over board for some unknown reason", fucking idiot," she muttered as she moved to the sink to wash her hands. "I have to run the paperwork up there, otherwise he'll be charged further," she stepped into the shower and Emma followed her in.

"No, I won't let you drive up there alone," Emma picked up her wife's shampoo and squeezed a dollop into her palm.

Regina arched an eyebrow as she soaped up her loofah, "I beg your pardon? You won't let me?" She turned her back to the blonde and started to scrub at her body, "I don't know what you think we have, but you don't get to give me orders, Emma," despite the angry words, Regina sighed and her shoulders drooped when strong hands began to massage the shampoo into her hair and scalp.

Emma sighed and her jaw jumped as she clenched, "You're right, I'm sorry," she worked the shampoo in, taking care to thread it all the way through her wife's long hair and to the ends. "I just...you're 4 ½ months pregnant, 'Gina…"

Regina cut her off as she turned, handed her wife the loofah and tipped her head back to rinse the shampoo from her hair, "Pregnant, not sick. I'll be perfectly fine, it's a five hour drive. I'll be back a little after midnight and take a half day tomorrow going in at noon," she turned back around and Emma started to scrub at her back as Regina massaged conditioner into her hair.

Emma finished scrubbing and dropped the soapy loofah to the floor of the shower and started to massage her wife's back, digging her thumbs into the muscles on either side of her spine just above her hips, "Your car's been having trouble," she couldn't shake the feeling that was telling her to not let Regina leave. "Compromise? I'll drive you in the Frontier?"

Regina groaned into the massage as she let her hands drop to her sides, "That feels good, darling," strong hands continued to massage and she brought her own up to rest against the ever growing swell of their child, "The car has only refused to start once and it'll be fixed tomorrow, it'll be fine, Emma. I don't need an escort, would you even be so concerned if not for...Jelly?" She grimaced at her growing fondness for the name.

The massage stopped and Emma wrapped her arms around her wife, lacing their fingers together over her belly. She contemplated her lover's question, she liked to think that she'd be just as worried. She loved her wife dearly and would do anything and everything to keep her safe always, but would she be so adamant without the pregnancy? "I'm just worried. I don't know what I'd do if anything ever happened to you, regardless of Jelly or not," she quirked a smile and stroked a thumb over the wet skin beneath their hands as the water continued to shower down on them.

A deep sigh left plump lips as Regina let her head fall back against her wife's muscled chest and shoulder, "I know you would, but I need to do this on my own. I'll be fine," she turned in Emma's arms and circled her arms around her wife's neck, as the blonde's folded around her lower back, holding her close. Regina tugged just a little and Emma lowered her head to kiss her wife, sweetly and with all the love they shared between them. "I'll be fine," Regina whispered the words as they broke apart and she stepped back to tilt her head back and rinse the conditioner from her hair. Emma threaded strong fingers through dark hair and helped the love of her life rinse everything out.

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Regina was driving slowly down the road towards Storybrooke, it was 12:30 and she was about a half hour from the town line. Her trip has been thoroughly uneventful, she'd made it to Saint John, dropped off the paperwork, not even seeing the dirty pirate and headed straight back for home. Halfway it had started to snow and Regina was now crawling down the dark road, visibility was down to nearly nothing and she was contemplating pulling over.

She wouldn't be admitting it to her wife, but she wished she had agreed to the company for the trip. Not for the first time in her life, she cursed her stubborn nature. She also wouldn't be admitting that she'd had some trouble getting the Mercedes started when trying to leave the Saint John police department, she would be thrilled to drop the car off at the mechanic's tomorrow and have it finally repaired. She really hoped Emma hadn't tried to call her, she'd had to use the GPS on her phone to get there and part of the way back. Not realizing until around the time it started to snow that she'd left her phone charger in her wife's truck the last trip they took.

Another 10 minutes slipped by and she was pretty sure she'd barely made it two more miles. Suddenly the car started to stutter and she pressed down on the gas. It sputtered harder, starting jerk as the acceleration caught and faltered. She beat at the steering wheel, "NO, NO, NO!" Regina felt her heart start to race as it skipped a few beats along with the car. She was miles from the town line, it was near white out conditions, 18 degrees outside and her phone was dead. It was to no avail as the car finally died and Regina maneuvered onto the shoulder with the leftover inertia. She slapped at the wheel again, cursing in agitation and not a little bit of fear.

She unbuckled her seatbelt. She didn't know anything about cars, but maybe if she peeked under the hood she could see the problem and...do something. Regina opened the door and before she could even get a leg out a blast of wind slammed the door shut, she let out a grunt of surprise as the impact knocked into her. She shivered against the biting cold that now permeated the small interior of her car, "Well, fuck," she muttered, picking up her phone and pushing at the power button ineffectively. Nothing.

Another few minutes passed and Regina was shivering, arms wrapped around her stomach, protectively holding the swell of her child. She made up her mind then and there that she wasn't ever going anywhere without Emma again, if she made it back to her wife alive that is. Regina grimaced, she knew she was overcompensating for her current situation and her fear was fueling a overly emotional reaction, but damn it, she'd come so far...too far to die on the side of the road after everything, married, pregnant and alone. She refused to give up the happy ending she'd fought so hard for. Awkwardly she twisted around and reached into the back seat, dragging the wool blanket and knapsack of supplies that Emma had started stowing in her car for the winter months during their first year of dating. She'd rolled her eyes every year when she saw the blanket and bag appear in her backseat, but let her wife keep the emergency supplies there, just in case. Now she was grateful and wouldn't ever complain again.

Regina slid her seat all the way back and after a brief struggle with her growing body, got the thick heavy blanket wrapped around herself. She dug through the bag and removed a neon green glow stick, opened the package and cracked it after shaking it and getting to glowing a bright effervescent green she hung it from the rearview mirror by it's leather strap. Regina dug further into the bag and pulled out two protein bars, a flare, an empty and blank tin can that had a small plain white votive candle in it and book of matches, beneath that was a small packet of two handwarmers. She cracked the heated hand warmers and slipped them into the blanket with her, she lit the candle then and cracked her window after placing the tin can on the center console. Regina tucked herself into the blanket, holding the warm packet of chemical reaction between her hands and against her chest as she curled into as tight a ball around her stomach as she could, determined to keep as much warmth surrounding the growing child inside her.

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Emma flicked the page in the e-book she was reading, sighed and exited the app, opening her messages app and checking to make sure she hadn't missed a message from her wife, nothing but their brief exchange when the brunette was crossing the border from the Canada into the US. Another sigh and Emma flicked through to call the station.

"Storybrooke Sheriff's Department, Deputy Hua speaking, how may I be of assistance?"

Emma sighed, again, "Just me, Mulan. Was checking my phone, making sure it was still working."

A pause on the other end, "I see, alright then...it works."

Emma couldn't help the smile, "Yes, thank you Deputy, have a good night," she ended the call. 2:03 am stared back at her, she couldn't shake the feeling something was wrong, something was pushing at her to go, to leave, to find her wife. She was in their living room where she'd been since the kids had gone to bed hours ago after she'd fed them dinner and sat with them through a movie. Her leg jumped nervously, it had started snowing a few hours ago, the temp dropping further and nearing the single digits.

2:05 am taunted her from her phone screen. She traced her finger over the picture in the background. It was of Regina in one of Emma's white tank tops and black lacy panties, she was smiling at the camera as she cradled the small bulge of her stomach. The picture was taken just a few days ago and it had been early morning, her face makeup free and hair still mussed with sleep, the image had taken her breath away then and now it made her heart ache with the emotion the picture stirred. With a curse she was up off the couch and moving towards the foyer, she retrieved her boots and Sheriff's parka from the closet and pushed her feet into her shoes as she pulled the parka on. Emma laced the boots up and tugged her black watch cap with the department logo patch on it, pulling it over her head and heading out the front door.

It didn't take long and 35 minutes after leaving the mansion Emma spotted the green glow ahead of her, Regina! She'd found her wife's car literally five minutes over the town line. Breathing a sigh of relief at the same time a chilling fear consumed her. Emma flipped the lights on, warning any approaching vehicle of her location and jumped out of the truck into the swirling maelstrom of freezing cold and snow. Head down she made her way to the driver's door and could see her wife huddled in the seat, wrapped tightly in the heavy blanket Emma kept in her backseat during winter months.

Regina startled as her door was yanked open, she slapped and fought against her attacker, albeit a little lethargically, "Babe! 'Gina! It's me, it's Emma!" Emma had to shout to be heard over the noise of the raging snowstorm outside. A sob and Regina threw herself into her wife's arms, shivering heavily. "Alright, alright. It's ok," Emma soothed stroking over her wife's back as they clutched together tightly, "Let's get you home." Keeping her wrapped in the blanket, Emma guided her out of the car and towards the flashing red and blue lights of the Frontier.

Emma got her into the warmth of the truck and tucked the blanket tighter around her, she placed a teary, lingering kiss to dark hair, "I love you, beautiful," she husked and closed the door, moving through driving snow and around to the driver's door, she climbed and smacked the button to turn on the heated seat for her wife.

"I..L...lo..ve 'ou...too," Regina managed through chattering teeth. Emma lept her lights flashing and pulled up Dr Hendricks contact, placing the call as she pulled back onto the snowy road and carefully maneuvered the truck around to point back towards town. She explained the situation to a half asleep Joanne and the blonde doctor promised to meet them at the mansion in minutes. As soon as they passed the townline Emma pulled off the road again and gathered her shivering wife into her arms, she transported them to the mansion in a swirl of grey/blue magic. She didn't transport often and her aim wasn't as precise as Regina, they wound up just inside the front door instead of their bedroom as Emma had intended, regardless they were home. Without a second thought she flipped open the lock on the front door for Joanne and Emma scooped the shaking brunette into her arms, the extra weight she'd put with the pregnancy not impeding the adrenaline fueled blonde in the least and carried her blanket, clothes and all up the stairs and into their room.

Regina nuzzled into the warm skin of her wife's neck as she was carried, her mind still felt hazy from the cold, she'd spent nearly 2 hours alone in the freezing temperatures and she was just so sleepy. Emma set her down on the bed and when she went to move away, Regina shot an arm out from the blanket and gripped her parka, "Nnn...no," she whispered, not wanting the blonde to leave her.

Untangling the pale hand Emma sat on the edge of the bed, "It's ok, I'm not going anywhere, but I need to get you of these clothes and under the covers," she tried to stand again and this time went unimpeded, she yanked her parka off and tossed it somewhere behind her. She grabbed a couple more blankets from the closet and tossed them on the bed as well. Emma pulled the blanket her wife was wrapped in away and gently pulled the still warm packets from clenched hands, placing them on the nightstand. Regina was shivering heavily now, out of the cocoon like warmth of the blanket. Emma got her out of the heavy wool coat she wore over her clothing and tossed it away as well.

"You...ttt..to, bo..dy heat," Regina managed to get out through her chattering teeth.

Emma smiled through her fear, "Why, Mrs. Swan-Mills are you trying to get me naked?" She pulled the grey sweater over her wife's head next.

Regina smiled through her shivering, "What...evvver it tttt...takes, Shhheriff," she wrapped her arms around herself and raised her hips to help her wife remove the maternity jeans she'd pulled on earlier.

A minute later and clad in only her red boyshorts and blue tanktop, Emma climbed under the blankets with her naked wife and pulled the brunette close. A quiet knock sounded on the bedroom door and it cracked open, Joanne's head appeared around it, concerned look on her face, "How is she?"

Regina shifted from where she'd crawled nearly on top of her blonde wife, much as her belly allowed, "Cc..oold, bbut... fine," she could already feel herself warming up, and she snuggled further amongst the mass of blankets and wife.

Joanne stepped further into the room, she held a black doctor's bag and small portable doppler in hand, "How long were you in the cold, Regina?" The doctor asked softly as she sat on the edge of the bed and opened her case.

"About ttt..two hours," Regina rolled onto her back and Emma slipped a arm around her, hand resting on the swell of her stomach. The brunette was happy to note that she could speak more or less clearly now. Soon as she stopped talking, she went right back to chattering her teeth, but she was in control of it now.

A nod and Joanne slid a thermometer into her mouth, then slipped her arm from the warmth, "And you were in the car the whole time?" She attached a blood pressure cuff to her upper arm and slipped her stethoscope into her ears. Regina just nodded, done talking unless she had to. Joanne finished, "Pressure is good, do you feel like you can move out of the blanket so I check your heart and lungs. Then, I want to check on little Jelly too," parents often had cute nicknames for their growing children and she found this one to be particularly adorable.

Regina slipped out from the blankets, unconcerned with her nudity. However, she adjusted the blankets to cover herself from the lap down. Emma shifted around so she could lean against the headboard and pulled her wife to rest against her side while Joanne pressed the stethoscope to her sternum and then to each side of her chest, "Heart and lungs sound good, can you lean forward for me?" Regina complied and the cool plate slid around her back, "Nothing abnormal," the thermometer beeped then and she removed it, "89.8, not great but not as bad as it could be. Let's see to your baby now shall we?" Joanne removed the scope and placed it back in her bag. She picked up the small unit next, "I should be receiving my certification from the state before the next appointment and I already got some equipment like this handy little thing," she held up the small white tv that was attached to a cord and smaller version of the ultrasound wand.

Regina nodded and gripped her wife's hand tightly, terrified of the possibilities, "That's wonderful, I'm very happy," she was genuinely happy about it but right now, until she heard her child's heartbeat and knew that they were safe, she couldn't focus on much else.

Joanne retrieved a small bottle of gel from her bag and squirted it onto the brunette's small stomach and then wand, "You're starting to really pop," she observed. It had been two weeks since their last appointment and she hadn't seen the brunette since. She started to move the wand across her Queen's stomach, relying on past ultrasounds to gauge the probable location, a broad smile spread across her face when she found the throbbing beat and could make out the grainy outline of the baby. Regina couldn't feel it yet but the little blob was moving and it wouldn't be much longer before the brunette would be able to feel it. Joanne turned the screen to the anxious parents and flicked a button.

Both women breathed a sigh of relief when the quiet, throbbing noise emanated from the speaker, "It's so beautiful," Emma whispered as she pulled her wife closer and kissed her dark hair as Regina just nodded and swallowed back the emotion that felt like it was overwhelming her.

A watery smile from Joanne, "Everything looks great, heartbeat is healthy. Jelly is even moving in there, you should be able to feel it in the next couple of weeks. If you carry again, you'll likely feel it sooner. First babies always take longer to recognize the feeling," she explained as she pointed to the small moving blob on the screen.

"Thank you so much, Joanne. I'm sorry to drag you out of bed," Regina was feeling much better now and her body was starting to relax, she still shivered occasionally, but it wasn't horrible and uncontrollable now.

Joanne shook her head, "Nonsense, I'm happy to be here...well not happy, but I'll always come if you need me, My Queen." Regina smiled, she mostly preferred not to be referred to by her past title, but there were a few of her old friends that couldn't seem to shake the habit and that was fine with her. "Emma go ahead and get her into a bath, nothing hotter than 99 degrees and only for about 15 minutes, you guys picked up that water thermometer like I suggested?" Emma nodded, they picked up the thermometer when the doctor had recommended it if Regina wanted to continue enjoying her bathtime. "Alright, I'll see myself out then," she gathered up her supplies and stood from the bed, "If you have any questions, don't be afraid to call or text me. No matter the time," and then she was gone from the room and the house.

Emma was checking the reading on the floating thermometer in the tub one last time, the tub was almost full and the temp was just right. She made her way into the bedroom and smiled at her wife who was curled sleepily under the pile of blankets, "Bath is ready, babe," she helped the solemn brunette from the bed and kept an arm around her waist as they stepped into the ensuite.

Regina sighed as she slipped under the warm water, her temp was still low and it felt heavenly. Emma had stripped from her tanktop and boyshorts and she slid into the water behind her and Regina leaned against the strong chest and wrapped her arms around the ones that wrapped around her. They there together for long minutes, "I'm so sorry, Em…"

Emma almost missed the quiet whisper, she kissed dark hair, "It's not your fault, love. We couldn't have known the Mercedes was just gonna die on the side of the road," she kept an arm wrapped around her wife, just below her breasts while the other rested against the swell of their baby and stroked the taut flesh.

Regina scoffed, "You knew, you tried to keep me here or go with me," she traced a fingertip along her stomach, in between her wife's fingers that rested in place now. "I don't think I'll ever be a stubborn ass again…"

Emma couldn't help the laugh that left her lips, "Sorry, babe," she offered when the brunette tensed in her arms, "I just don't think you'll ever be rid of that part of yourself and frankly I wouldn't have it any other way," she wrapped both arms around her again and kissed the now sweaty temple. Between the warm water and her rising temperature, the brunette had started to perspire.

At that Regina gave a rueful smile, "I suppose you're right…" she relaxed further back against her muscled wife, "We're going to go car shopping though. I don't care if Michael can fix it, I don't want to be in that car again."

Emma nodded against her temple where she kept her lips pressed, "Alright, gift to Henry and he doesn't leave town in it?" Regina nodded her agreement to the thought. He was excelling in his driver's ed class and by summer, would likely have his license. "Any idea what you want to shop for?" Emma relaxed into the bath and let her head rest against the edge of the tub.

Regina sighed and let her head fall back to rest on a muscled chest, "I think I want to stay with a Mercedes, but maybe one of their SUV's or crossovers?" Danger past, she was enjoying the relaxing moment with her wife, discussing nothing pressing.

A/N: Little bit of drama :) I could've made this into two chapters with a cliffhanger, but I've tormented you guys so much and the next set of cliffhangers a few chapters down the road are pretty intense, so I had mercy :) Also, I really passionately hate Killian… so he became the excuse to get Regina on the road...really do hate the guy...