A/N Hey guys, so I'll be honest...I had no idea where I wanted this fic to go lol so I morphed it with another idea that I had, hopefully you guys think that it works :)
Chapter two
Half an hour passed in silence as Emma continued to stare at the seemingly sleeping brunette.
Snow and Charming continuously shared looks, clearly trying to tell whether Emma would be prepared for what they had yet to tell her.
Eventually, Emma asked, "what is it?" without even turning to look at her parents.
Snow bit her lip, and sighed, "there's something else."
Emma closed her eyes trying to fight away tears, "whatever it is, I don't care."
"Emma..." David tried.
Standing from her chair, she felt herself finally snap, "no villain bullshit can possibly be more important than this," she shouted, the little drops of tears finally spilling down her cheeks.
Snow nodded vigorously and placed a hand on her daughter's shoulder.
Emma's immediate reaction was to tense, until the familiar caring touch reminded just why she had sped so quickly to get back to her family, and she fell forward into a hug, which David joined after a moment.
The blonde sobbed silently into her mother's shoulder, until she finally felt herself begin to calm down. Whale had gone on to explain that Regina had a very small chance of waking up. In that moment, all Emma could imagine were the hope speeches that her parents would feed to her as she sat next to her comatose girlfriend day after day. She couldn't imagine just exactly what the news meant, because, no there was no way that Regina could ever be gone. She was the strongest and most resilient woman that Emma had ever met, and she refused to believe that anything could bring her down.
Pulling away slightly, she looked over at Regina and realised that she would probably kill her if she allowed Storybrooke to go to hell before she woke up. It was for this reason that she asked with a sigh, "what's the other crisis?"
"It's not a crisis," Snow frowned, she honestly had no idea how to break this news to Emma, by all rights it should be a happy occasion, but the little matter of her true love being just out of reach put a damper on the whole thing.
"Well, when we woke up...we couldn't remember anything..." Snow began.
When the woman stopped, her husband continued, "everything looked normal, except the obvious..." he laughed as he gestured to Snow's rounded stomach, "but then we heard this crying noise. We were pretty certain that the baby couldn't have been ours..." he chuckled.
Snow rolled her eyes, and took over, "anyway, that was when we realised that we were in Regina's house. So we went to the living room and there was this...crib. The baby girl looked about three months old."
Emma furrowed her brow, she had to admit that this was certainly strange, "so the curse sent a baby to the wrong house?"
Snow shook her head, "I don't think so..."
Charming and Snow once again shared a cautious look, and Emma growled in frustration, "will you just tell me?"
"She has chocolate brown eyes, and a little bit of blonde hair," Charming answered slowly.
Emma's eyes widened and she fell back into the plastic chair, turning to face Regina, she sighed, "you have got to be kidding me, Gina."
"We are not naming our child Apple," Regina rolled her eyes, continuing to apply moisturiser in front of her mirror.
Emma sat up in their bed and pouted, "I thought it would be cute."
"I thought your throat constricts at the thought of having another child," Regina chuckled.
Emma nodded forcefully, "it really does," she pretended to choke and Regina just rolled her eyes, finally joining her girlfriend in the bed, "I'm talking about way, way, way in the future."
Regina snuggled into Emma's side, "nice to see that fear of commitment has gone."
Emma brought her arm around the smaller woman, "hey, I'm talking about it, plus we live together. I think I've made progress."
Regina smirked, placing a sweet kiss on her cheek, which made Emma grin dopily before she shook her head.
"Anyway, why not Apple?"
"Because it's idiotic," Regina sighed, laying down with the blonde's arm now circling her waist.
Emma fell back too, and tried to explain herself, "it's like symbolic."
"Oh of course, how silly of me," Regina laughed, "let's name our child after the thing I used to poison her grandmother."
Emma's eyes widened, and grumbled, "fine, how about Snow?" Regina continued to stare at her in disbelief before she let out a dramatic sigh, "Henry is named after your dad, why can't our hypothetical daughter be named after my mother?"
"Do I really need to answer that?"
"Fine...you make an excellent point..." Emma sighed, "do you have any suggestions?"
"I believe that you have the right to name our hypothetical child," Regina chuckled, not quite believing how ridiculous this conversation was. She had casually mentioned to Emma that two women could have a baby through magic, which naturally freaked her girlfriend out. Now after days, she seemed to be warming up to the idea of actually discussing the future like an adult. "I named Henry."
Emma chuckled, "that was probably for the best, I was going to named him Bart."
Regina raised her eyebrow asking for an explanation.
"I was eighteen, and The Simpsons played a lot in prison. So when I thought about maybe keeping him, his name was always Bart because I thought it would make him cool."
"In what world would 'Bart Swan' be 'cool?" Regina laughed, earning a laughed from the blonde.
Emma rolled her eyes with a smirk. Though it had taken time, she had eventually begun to talk to Regina about her past, granted she was the only person in town that knew that much about her, she still found it refreshing to get Regina's personal brand of affection as opposed to the usual sympathetic looks she would usually get.
"Well then Henry dodged a bullet, Henry Daniel Mills does sound a lot more..professional."
Regina just shook her head.
Silence fell over them, before Emma finally said, "Tamsin."
"Tamsin?" Regina asked with a furrowed brow.
"Thomasina," Emma clarified, "but we would call her Tamsin obviously."
"Why Tamsin?"
Emma swallowed hard, hoping that this wouldn't sound strange, "it was the name of the social worker who looked after me in prison. She got me into therapy, which I hated at the time, but she did other things. She helped me with making sure Henry didn't end up in the system. When I turned eighteen, I expected her to just say her goodbyes and leave me to my own devices, but she got me a receptionist job at her office, she said that she didn't want the system to have completely ruined my life."
Regina nodded, wishing that she could thank this Tamsin, who seemed to have had a role in bringing her Henry, "Tamsin it is."
"Thomasina Swan-Mills," Emma laughed after a moment, not quite believing that it would ever happen.
Regina hummed contentedly, slowly allowing sleep to take her.
Emma hung back, feeling indescribably nervous.
She had always imagined that she would meet her next child on the day of their birth, not three months later because of some curse. She also imagined that Regina would be there, though she had never actually considered which of them would have been giving birth.
Shaking her head, she proceeded into the Charming's apartment, noticing all of the baby equipment. Must be why I never noticed it at home, she thought realising that her parents must have been uncomfortable at the thought of staying at Milfin street, even if it was for their grand-daughter.
Ruby looked up from the couch, and offered her blonde friend a supportive smile, knowing that this probably hadn't been the best of days for the saviour.
"She's sleeping," Ruby whispered, as she gestured to the crib next to Snow's bed.
Emma nodded, still trying to process everything, and just allowed her feet to take her over to the new arrival.
Looking down, the sleeping child made a small babbling noise, and Emma felt something that she was sure must be maternal instinct, and she had to say that she liked it. She instantly felt a connection with the child, and though she couldn't see her eyes, she could imagine the dark chocolate orbs showing the world who her other mother was.
At the thought, Emma stumbled away from the crib.
"I can't do this," she whispered, "I need Regina."
"Emma..." Snow said hastily, as she just about managed to not make enough noise to wake the child.
Emma shook her head, imagining Regina holding the child, knowing exactly what to do, and laughing at Emma for being freaked out at every stage.
Emma's boot hit the leg of a table, and instantly a wailing came from the crib, causing the blonde to stand shell-shocked.
Ruby quickly jumped over, picking up the child whose name they didn't know, she desperately tried to rock her soothingly though it only seemed to make things worse.
As soon as the distressed child came into view, Emma felt guilt consume her. She couldn't stand the thought of this little person being so sad or scared. So, armed with her fake memories of raising Henry, she walked over slowly.
After some hesitation, she took the baby, who continued to wail controllably.
Snow and Charming watched in wonder, as Emma softly rocked their grand-daughter, whispering something that they couldn't hear, though the child calmed somewhat she still continued to cry.
"It would probably help if we knew her name," Ruby sighed, she had been having this issue all day, it was a rather strange experience, she had to admit.
Emma looked down at the crying child, and felt tears come up in her own eyes as she said, "it's okay Tamsin, mommy's sorry she woke you."
A/N Hope you guys enjoyed :)
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