Emma had imbibed two mugs of Regina's special hot chocolate and was now laying down on the couch. Her eyes were drifting close and she was losing the battle to keep them open.

Regina had moved to the chair so Emma could stretch out and watched the young woman curiously.

"If something…if something happens to me you'll take care of the baby, right?" Emma asked as sleep pulled her towards its embrace.

A smart ass by nature Regina wanted to be cheeky but she just couldn't. Images the distraught rain soaked blonde standing on her porch only moments ago flooded her mind. "Yes Emma, I'll take care of the baby. Go to sleep." She watched as the other woman slipped easily into her slumber.

She lost track of the time as she watched Emma sleep. She looked every inch the princess, her golden hair in a halo around her and she slept peacefully, the white terrycloth robe wrapped around her and her head resting delicately on a pillow. Who would have been her prince, she wondered, if she had grown up in the Enchanted Forest? Surely a princess such as her would have had her choice of suitors. She got up from her seat, took the afghan that hung over the back of the chair and draped it gently over Emma.

"Goodnight, Princess." She dropped a gentle kiss on Emma's forehead. As she did so the power came back on. The blonde never even stirred.

Emma had sunk to the bottom of a dark, heavy sleep. She floated in its waters for what seemed like the perfect amount of time until she found the sun shining down on her and grass under her feet. She was walking through the summer carnival, although this time it was less crowded than it had been at night. The crowd was sparse and she wandered a bit aimlessly until she found herself at the booth with the dart game. Regina was there but she didn't see Henry anywhere. The former queen payed her no mind as she launched dart after dart at pink balloons, popping every one she aimed for. When she had thrown all of her darts she turned to face Emma.

"See?" she said, gesturing towards the balloons. "When I do something, I do it right."

Emma smiled, "Of course, your majesty. Was there ever any doubt?"

"Only from me."

She stepped forward and cupped the brunette's face in her hands. "Luckily I have a fix for that." She lead forward and brought their lips together in a gentle kiss. A blinding light seemed to come from everywhere and no where.

Emma woke up, convinced there was a light shining in her eyes. In the darkness of the living room the only light was from the full moon shining through the window. She probably should go home, she thought. She had no idea what time it was but obviously enough time had passed for the storm to pass. Her limbs felt heavy and she decided to close her eyes for a moment, only to fall into another deep sleep that even the morning light did not wake her from. What did wake her were noises from the kitchen and the smell of something cooking, which made her stomach decide if she wasn't getting up it sure in the hell was. She actually slapped at it in irritation as it grumbled loudly. With a groan she got to her feet and ambled towards the kitchen, pulling the robe tight.

Regina had her back to her, rinsing something off in the sink. She also was wrapped up in a thick light purple robe.

"Someone was tired," she commented.

Emma yawned and nodded. "I guess so." She shuffled over to one of the stools in front of the kitchen island and sat down.

"Your mother called me looking for you, she was very worried you didn't make it home last night. I guess David mentioned you never came back to the station." She turned away from the sink to face her. "I told her you were here resting. You probably should call her. "

She nodded. "I smell coffee. Can I have some?"

"Cups are above the dishwasher."

As Regina watched the sheriff pour herself a cup of coffee she thought how nice it would be if Emma lived with them. And how cuddly Emma looked in that robe. She mentally slapped herself and returned to making pancakes.

Emma sat down with her coffee, her mind returning to the dream she had experienced. It encouraged her to be a bit bolder than she otherwise would have been.

"Um, Regina…I don't want to push you but I'm wondering where you are regarding the whole baby thing. I know it's a big decision, I would just like to know when I should expect a decision."

The brunette was carefully pouring out the pancake batter onto the skillet and completed her task before answering.

"We have more we need to discuss," she said, swiveling around to face Emma. Her silk robe was opened low on her chest and Emma couldn't help but treat herself to a long look. No makeup, a little bedhead and Regina looked sexier than ever.

Regina noticed Emma's wandering gaze and it surprised her a little bit, and she found herself blushing involuntarily.

"Ok, what do you want to discuss?" She asked, bringing her mug to her lips.

"We need to discuss finances. Children cost money, especially babies."

"Right, of course. This is my idea, I will be responsible for the money end of things."

"Emma…no."

"Emma, yes."

"If we are doing this together then we need to share in the responsibilities. You're already carrying and giving birth, the least I can do is pick up a check or two."

"A check or two for the next eighteen years," Emma commented.

"Yes, and I'm fine with that. But you're right, I'm glad you understand how long of a commitment we are looking at. What if you meet another handless pirate and decide to leave Storybrook?" She turned around sharply and began flipping the pancakes.

"I would never take a child away from a parent," Emma said sternly.

"Oh really? Past actions tell a different story," she snarled over her shoulder.

What the hell just happened? Everything was going well and then Regina just turned a corner to angryville as soon as the pirate was brought up. As soon as the pirate…OMG! Emma dropped her shoulders from their tense position and her eyes darted around as she thought about it. Was Regina jealous? She was going to have to suss this out.

"I told you I was sorry about that, I was wrong." She paused a moment to let the mood shift. "You didn't like Hook much, did you?"

Regina snorted in derision. "I think that was a bit obvious." She pursed her lips and took out her anger on the pancakes.

"I've learned my lesson, no more pirates for me, I assure you. You know, if you are worried about me running off we could always get married. A good old fashioned shot gun wedding. We could work on that awkward sex thing."

Regina turned slowly and pinned Emma with her gaze. "Please tell me you're kidding."

Emma smirked and gave her a flirty wink. "Maybe."