"Okay, six mangos and I am outta here. How the hell do you pick good mangos out?" Emma mumbled to herself, double checking the list Regina gave her that morning.

"Just squeeze them. You don't want them to be too soft or too firm." Snow said from behind her daughter.

Emma jumped slightly at the intrusion but managed not to drop the fruit she currently had in her hand. "First of all it's creepy to sneak up on someone like that and second how do you know about mangos?"

"I'm not creepy. And I know about mangos because I ate them all the time when I was pregnant with you. I couldn't get enough of them." Snow answered, picking up a few mangos to try and help her daughter out. "Why are you doing the shopping? I thought you were banned or something?"

"Regina thought this was another suitable punishment for my being late to the wedding. I "get" to do the shopping for a month. With the help of her very detailed list, of course."

"Um…I've been meaning to ask you about that…you didn't tell her why you needed to go sleep somewhere else that night did you?" Snow asked as she continued to squeeze various mangos, trying to sneak glances in Emma's direction out of the corner of her eye.

"You mean did I tell my wife the truth about what happened the morning of our wedding? Yes, I did."

"So she's known about it and she hasn't yelled at me or anything? Does that mean she isn't mad at me? I mean you made it in time after all…"

"Of course she's mad at you. I am sure that's she plotting some horrible revenge on you, but that's for you to deal with. I'm staying out of it." Emma set down the mango she squeezed a little too hard and smiled to herself. "You have to appreciate her being so goal orientated-especially when it comes to plotting things against you. I mean she really has been unwavering in her relentlessness after all these years."

"No, that's not really something I have to appreciate. At all." Snow said, shaking her head slightly.

"Well, maybe not you-but I sure love that about her. I mean her being so goal orientated-not the whole plotting against you thing…I mean…" Emma trailed off, knowing that she was only digging herself a deeper hole. "Just help me pick out some mangos."

"Wait, why do you need so many mangos anyway? Are you craving them?! Are you pregnant!?"

"Could you keep your voice down? Jesus mom, I can buy mangos and not be pregnant. They're actually for Regina. I assume she needs them for dinner tonight."

"Oh, well I guess it was just wishful thinking…it would just be so amazing to have a grandchild…" Snow said dreamily.

"Regina will kill me if I tell you without her around," Emma started shifting from foot to foot, the urge to run increasing by the second, "But we are in the produce section so it's kinda fitting…" Emma started laughing at her own joke before the comprehension finally hit Snow.

"Oh my God!" Snow screeched.

"Yep, we're going to be producing a baby!" Emma was grinning wildly, the fear of Regina's backlash subsiding for the moment.

"Emma, that is…never mind...I'm so happy for you! I am going to be there for you every step of the way, just like I should have been the first time." Snow said, the tears gathering in her eyes. She wanted to pull Emma into her arms but she knew her daughter wouldn't want a scene in public.

"Whoa! Hold on there Snow. Who said I was having the baby? Why does everyone keep assuming that?" Emma suddenly sobered.

"Emma, honey, you had Henry..and Regina is….well she's Regina. There's no way she's going to be getting pregnant."

"You don't know that."

"You're right. I don't, and I will love my little grand baby either way." Snow settled for patting Emma's arm, trying for some connection with her daughter.

"Damn right you will. Regina really is going to kill me." Emma grabbed one extra mango just to be on the safe side. "Speaking of Regina I better get going. Henry's gone tonight so…anyway I better get going. I'll see you later ok?"

"Okay honey, I love you." Snow watched her daughter hurry out of the produce section and she smiled to herself. She couldn't wait to get home and tell David the news.

SQSQSQSQSQSQSQSQSQSQ

When Emma pulled into their driveway she was relieved to see Regina's Mercedes wasn't there yet. She had decided to make a quick stop at Game of Thorns on her way home and was glad to see she was going to be able to set up her little surprise for Regina before she got there. She grabbed the bouquet of sunflowers she'd picked up, along with the grocery bags and lugged them into the house. She made quick work of getting everything put away before she sat down to write a little note to her wife. They hadn't really made specific plans for the evening, other than knowing that it was the evening that they would be trying to make a baby together and that they wanted to have a nice dinner together. Emma wanted to make it as romantic as possible and as she finished up the note she decided that maybe it would be a good idea to get dinner started so that they weren't rushing when Regina came home. The only problem with that was she didn't know what Regina had planned on making. She grabbed her phone and sent Regina a quick text.

What do you want me to do with all these mangos? Peel them or something?

The response came through quickly.

What?

I thought I would get dinner started for us, figured it would leave us more time for later…

The mangos aren't for dinner. I have a chicken pot pie in the refrigerator, it only needs heated up.

Emma read Regina's response twice, her mind floating back to her Mother's comment at the store. The rational part of her brain knew that they had not even tried yet but what else would cause a sudden need for so much of the fruit?

Then why did you need so many mangos?

If you must know I read an article about how good vitamin C is for your skin and decided I needed to include more in my diet. What's with all the questions?

Emma sighed in relief. She was going to have to reign in the crazy during this process or she was going to end up driving them both mad.

Nothing. I'll tell you about it when you get home. I'll heat up dinner.

I'll be home in 30 minutes. See you soon.

SQSQSQSQSQSQSQSQ

Regina pulled into the driveway and left her car idling, wanting to take a few minutes to gather herself before she went inside. Tonight was the night. She wasn't exactly nervous and that was what was keeping her in the car. She didn't know what she was feeling or what she should be feeling. The skeptical part of her brain was thinking that they would more than likely not actually be successful the first time, but the other part of wanted to hope for it. Hoping too much though would lead to disappointment if it didn't work and she wasn't sure she wanted to feel that way either. She was excited to start trying and scared she wouldn't have whatever it was they needed to actually make a baby together. She gripped the steering wheel as her mind started to spin with all the possibilities.

She was jolted back to reality when she saw movement in the house and realized sitting there was only making things worse. She needed to go inside and take comfort in what she had already, not dwell on the what if's and the maybe's. She smiled to herself as she opened the car door, realizing that whatever the future brought she could no longer say fate wasn't kind to her.

When she made it into the entry way she called out to Emma, surprised she hadn't met her at the door. After setting her purse and keys down on the side table she made her way towards the kitchen in search of her wife. As she walked by the dining room she did a double take at the large arrangement of sunflowers sitting on the table. Smiling widely at the sight she made her way over and picked up the note leaned against the vase.

Regina,

It's been awhile since I've done this so I figured that today was as good a day as any to start again. I'm calling it our Maybe Baby Day. Sunflowers can mean faith, nourishment, magic, good luck, focus, or flexibility-all of which we will be needing tonight. Yes, even flexibility-just wait! I also got you sunflowers because I know that every time you see them you smile. I don't want us to lose sight of what's important during this process and for me that means making sure that you feel loved and happy. Over the next few weeks when the what if's start to creep in please just take a minute and look at these, take a deep breath, smile, and remember that I love you.

Your wife,

Emma

PS-Remember that one time that you told me all I had to do was put the pot pie in the oven for dinner? I got a little distracted but it shouldn't be too much longer until it's done. Why don't you join me on the patio for a glass of wine while we wait?

Regina laughed a little at the post script and made her way to the kitchen to check the oven timer. With a little over 10 minutes left she made her way out back to find her wife.

"Perfect timing." Emma said when Regina stepped through the patio doors. "I was just going to open the wine."

"That's a lovely thought dear but should we really be drinking on the night we're going to try and conceive? Magically I might add?" Regina laughed a little at the baffled look Emma had on her face.

"Crap...I didn't even think about that. We'd probably both end up pregnant or something if we were a little tipsy huh?" It was Emma's turn to laugh at the look of horror that flashed across Regina's face.

"Can you imagine? One of us wouldn't survive." Regina said, before taking a seat on the outdoor sofa. She patted the empty spot next to her and Emma sat, pulling Regina's legs into her lap when she did. Regina let out a moan when Emma took her heels off and began rubbing her tired feet.

"You keep moaning like that and we might have to skip dinner." Emma said.

"Oh this is just to keep you motivated during dinner...wouldn't want you to eat too much..." Regina let out another moan when Emma's thumb hit a particularly sore spot on her arch. She let her head fall back and her eyes flutter shut as she moaned again. She laughed a little when Emma slapped at her calf.

"Quit being a tease..."

"Oh please, you act as if I won't be following through with this performance. I believe your timer is about to go off for dinner. Should we make our way in?" Regina asked, sitting up a little straighter.

"I love you." Emma said, her eyes feasting on the sight before her. "Yeah, we can go eat." Emma gently set Regina's feet back down on the ground and stood, holding her hand out to help Regina up.

Regina placed her hand in Emma's and let herself be pulled up. "I love you too."

SQSQSQSQSQSQSQ

"This is the best chicken pot pie I have ever had…" Emma said, as she shoved the last bite in her mouth.

"You always say that. About everything I cook." Regina replied, secretly pleased with the compliment.

"It's always true." Emma leaned back in her chair and let her eyes wander over her wife's profile as she took her last bite. "So I kinda told my mom what we were doing tonight…"

"You what?!" Regina said, her eyes going wide at Emma's implication.

"I mean, not exactly what we're doing tonight…but like the baby making part." Emma began twisting her napkin in her hands, hoping that her wife wasn't going to be too angry with her. "That okay?"

"You can't say things like that about your mother. I DO NOT want her knowing anything about our sex life. I know you're close but I can only handle so much." Regina sighed and leaned back in her chair, relieved at Emma's explanation. "And yes it's fine. I assumed you would have told her before this?"

"Well, we didn't really talk about telling other people and I know how much you love to wind her up…I didn't want to steal your thunder."

"Oh, I'll have my moment with Snow. It will be when I get to tell her that I've knocked up her very precious only child." Regina smirked and started to gather their plates up.

"You're the only person that can turn a baby into revenge." Emma said, following Regina into the kitchen.

"It's a talent. Does seeing your mother have anything to do with the Mango Inquisition?"

"Yeah, sort of. I told her when I ran into her in the produce section…get it…produce?" Emma said, as she stepped in beside the brunette to help dry the dishes she was washing.

"I get it." Regina said, shaking her head and trying to hide the smile on her lips.

Emma bumped her shoulder into Regina's before continuing. "Anyway I was trying to pick out good mangos and she went all hyper chihuahua when she saw me with them. I guess she craved them the whole time she was pregnant with me and jumped to the completely un-obvious conclusion that I must be pregnant just because I was buying them."

"Oh."

Emma turned to Regina when she didn't elaborate anymore on the subject and noticed that she'd gone a little pale. "Hey, you okay?"

"Yes. I just...well that is a bit odd." Regina continued to scrub the plate in her hand, despite it being spotless already. "You said that she craved them the whole time?"

"Hey," Emma gently took the plate out of Regina's hands before continuing, "You don't really think that's why you wanted mangos is it? I mean we haven't even tried and you said…"

"No, no of course not. It's ridiculous. It was just the thought of sharing pregnancy symptoms with your mother that scared me…"

Emma could see very clearly that this was not actually the case, but decided for the sake of salvaging the evening she wasn't going to push the issue anymore. "Okay, anyway I told her they were for you and she dropped it. Those things really are good though…you might only have four left. I kind of ate two when I was waiting for you to get home…"

"Is that what you meant by "you got a little distracted" in the note you left me? I love the flowers by the way. They're beautiful." It was Regina's turn to study the woman next to her. They were going to have to have a serious talk about jumping to conclusions if there was anyway they were going to survive this process. She knew tonight wasn't the night for that though and hoped she could distract Emma by moving them upstairs. "You know what? I'm tired of talking about your mother and mangos. How about we retire to the bedroom for the evening?"

"Now that sounds like a fabulous idea." Emma circled her wife's waist and kissed her forehead, before turning and making her way towards the stairway with the brunette in tow.