*smut ahead. And it's just sex, we all (hopefully) do it, so don't let it scare you from commenting...in fact this writer would love a little encouragement that she gets the hotness level just right...just saying...lol. But seriously, you guys are the best! Thanks for all the support you've given me and this story!
"You're sure that you're okay to go by yourself?" Emma asked from her seat at the kitchen island. "I can always re-schedule my meeting."
Regina turned from the sink, her pregnant belly more and more visible with each passing day. Emma couldn't help but stare at it in wonder. "My eyes are up here." Regina said, pointing to her face. "There was a time where I had to tell you that because you were staring at my other assets…"
"Oh, I didn't miss those…trust me." Emma said, her eyes moving to the two assets in question. "You didn't answer my question."
"I'll be fine. It's only my 6 month check up. I'm sure it will just be more of the same. Besides, you've been putting off this staff meeting long enough. You need to make sure everyone's prepared for your time off when the babies get here." Regina's hand automatically went to cover her belly, rubbing it in circles comfortably, a habit she'd just recently started.
Emma narrowed her eyes at her wife, ready to start spouting a rebuttal when Henry shuffled into the kitchen. "Moms."
Emma turned her attention to their very-nearly 16 year old and smirked at his appearance. Eyes barely open, a severe case of bed head, and she wasn't sure if he was still in his pajamas or if he was dressed for the day. "Morning sunshine."
"Shut up." He sent a glare in Emma's direction before turning to his other mother. "Can you just throw my breakfast in a tupperware? I'm already late." He leaned over and gave Regina a kiss on the cheek, a rare show of affection but one that had her glowing.
"Of course. Anything else you need?" Regina turned and struggled to reach the containers on the second shelf of the cabinet, her stomach preventing her from reaching out far enough. She huffed in frustration, but instantly calmed when she felt a hand on her back. Emma came up behind her, reaching out over her to grab it for her. She winked and added an extra a pat to her back before taking her seat at the island again.
"You two are gross." Henry shook his head and grabbed a bottle of juice from the fridge. "I could use a car, but other than that I'm good."
"We've discussed the car situation. Get a job. Get a car." Regina handed over the omelet and straightened out his shirt a little.
"Not fair."
"Sorry kid." Emma chimed in.
"Whatever. I'm outta here." Henry waved a goodbye and headed out of the kitchen to gather up the rest of his things for school. Regina smiled at his departure, shaking her head at his and Emma's similar morning disposition.
"Did you arrange for him to start working with Leroy on Saturday's?" Regina asked as she crossed over to lean against the island next to her wife.
"Yeah, he's gonna shit when he finds out we're getting him a car anyway." Emma pulled Regina a little closer to her, trapping her between her legs.
"We told him to get a job, we didn't say how long he would have to wait after that." Regina smirked and when she heard the front door click shut she muttered a thank god under her breath. At Emma's puzzled look she simply raised one eyebrow and started to unbutton her shirt.
"Oh." Emma said, both her eyebrows shooting up.
"Yes "oh." I don't think you realize what seeing your naked body prance around our room every morning does to me." Regina's shirt fell open and Emma watched with excitement as Regina's hands moved towards the front clasp of her bra. With a quick twist of her fingers, the clasp was undone and two very perfect breasts popped into view.
Emma stood and pushed the stool back and out of her way, keeping Regina leaned up against the island. "I wish I could send the person who invented that a thank you note…" Emma moved forward, her hands opening Regina's shirt more and pushing the bra completely out of the way. "So beautiful…"
"You've got better things to do right now…" Regina said as she unzipped her pants, the sound of the zipper echoing in the quiet room.
Emma leaned in, her mouth licking and sucking and nibbling on Regina's neck. Regina's hands tangled in her hair, pulling her away from her neck and pushing her head down towards her breast. "No need for a warm up…" She pulled Emma's head against her, Emma's mouth taking her hard nipple in it. Regina's head fell back, moaning in pleasure. She felt her panties instantly soak and she knew she'd be changing before she left the house that morning.
Emma's hands moved around and slipped inside her waistline, grabbing her ass and massaging it roughly. She continued sucking and licking, using her teeth to scrape over the rock hard nipple before moving over to the other side.
"Emma, please…" Regina moaned again, her hips trying to rock forward and find purchase. Her belly only bumped into Emma, causing her to growl in frustration. Emma sensed this wasn't the time to tease and she moved one hand around to Regina's center and cupped her threw her underwear. Hands almost touching as they continued their dual massage, attacking her from the front and the back, Emma moaned at the wetness already soaking through Regina's panties, coating her fingers. Regina tried to move towards her again and Emma used both her hands to push the lacy barrier down her thighs, pants falling to the floor and pooling at her feet in the process.
She continued her assault on Regina's breasts and moved her hands back into position. Fingers easily slid between wet folds, two of them pushing inside, stilling when they reached their goal. "Fuck, Regina…" Emma looked up into brown eyes, and found them swirling with lust and love and impending release. She slowly started pumping in and out, her thumb brushing against her hard clit with every movement. Regina grabbed onto Emma's shirt, her fists bunching the fabric as she slowly lost control and screamed out when she climaxed.
Emma slowly pulled out and was mindful of her coated fingers. She let Regina's hands remain twisted up in her shirt and she reached behind her to grab a dishtowel to wipe them clean. Regina's head fell forward, resting on Emma's shoulder and she sighed in contentment. "Thank you, dear."
"Hey, don't thank me for sex…" Emma said, her lips pressing together in annoyance.
"I know you've had to step up your duties and you always manage to blow me away, so I will thank you if I want." Regina pressed her lips into Emma's neck and stayed buried there, Emma's arms coming around to hold her there.
"Never a duty, always a privilege. I love you." She kissed the top of Regina's head and pulled her back slightly. "Besides, you owe me one now." Her only response was a slap to the shoulder and a gentle shove away. Emma took the dismissal in stride and simply slid Regina's underwear back into place for her, then bent to pull her pants back up also.
Regina's eyes sparkled with love, the care Emma always seemed to show her warming her soul. "We'll see."
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Dr. Whale focused on the computer screen clicking to save the last images of the sonogram and then turned to wipe the excess gel off of Regina's stomach. "Everything looks good. The babies are measuring at a normal length, your blood pressure is within normal limits and your weight is at an acceptable level. Do you have any questions for me?"
Regina motioned for him to give her the towel he was still holding so that she could do a better job at cleaning off her stomach before she answered. "There is one thing," She made sure that she had his full attention before continuing. "I know that last month Emma and I told you we wanted to wait to find out the sex of the babies-That was more for Emma's sake and since she's not here today I'd like to know." She made the statement with more authority than someone laying on an exam table, belly still exposed from the exam, should have.
Dr. Whale turned back to the computer, fiddling and clicking, seemingly pulling up the information Regina asked for. When he turned back around towards her he had to take a deep breath before he spoke. "Emma called before you came in and told me you'd try and get me to tell you. She said that I shouldn't because you'd just get mad I gave in."
Regina glared at the man. How dare he deny her request. "If I may remind you, I'm the patient here and I'm asking you to tell me the sex of my babies. Everyone is asking me about the shower and should they buy pink or blue things. Everything I registered for was gender-neutral. Do you think that would have given them a clue? Of course not. And Snow's pestering me about whether or not I want a theme or if she should just have blue AND pink cupcakes, but what if it's 2 girls or 2 boys and they look back at the pictures and wonder…"
Dr. Whale watched as Regina continued her rant, almost as though she wasn't speaking to him any more. A sharp cry of his name brought him back to reality. "How about this Madam Mayor-I'll write down what you're having on a sheet of paper and stick it in an envelope. That way you and Emma can discuss it and open it together later, at home perhaps, if you like."
Regina continued to glare at the man before she gave a slight nod of her head and a curt "Fine." He rushed out the door mumbling that the girls at the reception desk would have it for her.
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Emma knocked lightly on Regina's office door, hoping that the french fries she held in her hand were enough of a peace offering to get her out of trouble. She was supposed to have been here over an hour ago for lunch with her, but she had gotten held up at the station and had to resort to getting Ruby to deliver Regina's.
"Come in." Regina said stiffly from the other side of the door.
Emma eyeballed the brown paper sack and under her breath she mumbled, "Don't fail me now." She pushed open the door and took in the sight of her wife sitting at her desk. It was always a vision that took her breath away and it always made her think back to the early days when she would burst in without an appointment and start a fight with the brunette, just as an excuse to see her.
"What was that?" Regina visibly softened when she saw Emma walk through the door. She didn't want to admit it, but the sight of her always made her think back to the days where she would have to make up an excuse to bring the Sheriff in for "meetings" just to see her.
"Nothing. I brought you some french fries, sorry I'm late." Emma held up the bag and when she saw the small smile flicker across Regina's face she knew she was in the clear. It had been one of Regina's "opinions" lately and one that she'd been consuming on a daily basis.
"It's fine. Let's share them on the couch?" She pushed away from the desk and with as much grace as a six month pregnant woman could muster, she rose up out of her chair and joined Emma on the couch.
Emma busied herself tearing open a few ketchup packets and with a flourish presented Regina with her serving. Regina smiled at her and started happily munching away at her impromptu snack.
"How was the doctor's appointment?" Emma asked once she figured Regina could take a breath between bites.
"Fine. If Dr. Whale wasn't the only doctor in town I wouldn't go to him."
"Why? Is he bad? Did he do something? Do I need to kick his ass?" Emma peppered her with questions rapid fire.
"No, none of the above, but he does annoy me to no end…" Regina trailed off and looked as though she wanted to say more. Emma waited as she took a few more bites to see if she was going to continue. "I asked him to tell me the sex of the babies. He refused."
Emma had the decency to look slightly guilty and as she started to explain herself Regina cut her off. "I understand why you called. I know what we agreed on, but that was a month ago and now I think I want to know." She turned fully towards Emma, brown eyes looking into green ones pleadingly. Emma didn't know that Regina Swan-Mills could wield puppy dog eyes like a weapon but she quickly fell for them.
"Are you sure? We can go back and find out…I just went along with what you wanted."
"We wouldn't have to go back…He wrote it down for me and put it in a sealed envelope in case I got you to change your mind."
"Tricky bastard. Make it my fault later when you change your mind back…" Emma mumbled.
Regina didn't comment on Emma's statement, she simply pointed to the white envelope sitting on her desk. Emma dutifully walked over and picked it up and brought it back to the couch. "My envelopes were way better. Had to special order those damn things…" She looked up sheepishly at Regina. "Sorry. Off track. Are you sure you want to do this? We already have two names picked out that will work for boys or girls so we could still wait…"
"I want to know. Now." Regina was about ready to rip the envelope from Emma's hands when she once again dutifully started to tear it open.
Emma's eyes scanned over the top sheet of paper, her eyes going wide for a moment.
"What is it? Is something wrong?" Regina asked impatiently.
"No, nothing's wrong." Emma tried to hide the smile from breaking out across her face as she handed the sheet of paper to Regina. Written in bold, black marker across the sheet of paper read: You are having two healthy babies.
Regina's eyes were filled with rage when she looked back up at Emma. "That bastard. I'm going to kill him!"
Emma couldn't contain the chuckle as she spoke again, "Before you do that you might want to look at the second sheet of paper he included."
Regina snatched the paper out of Emma's hands and immediately recognized the handwriting.
Dr. Whale:
I am writing you this as proof that I have told you under NO circumstances are you to reveal the sex of the babies to me and/or my wife, Emma Swan-Mills. I will most certainly try to dissuade you from this in the coming months, but this is written proof (that you deemed necessary) that I have given you permission to do everything possible to avoid letting us know. We made this decision together and will stand by it until the day our children make their appearance to the world.
Regina Swan-Mills & Emma Swan-Mills
Regina continued to scowl at the paper, foiled by her own pre-planning of this very attempt. She'd forgotten about the initial discussion they had had about the issue in her first trimester and the resulting note to her file. She had only thought about the re-discussion last month at her check up and she'd been sure she was going to be able to change Whale's mind.
"Like I said, he's a tricky bastard…" Emma said with a shrug of her shoulders.