"Henry Daniel Mills, I did not just hear that word come from your mouth," Regina growled.
Fear shot through Henry's body, his mom was the evil queen after all. "Sorry! I just, I'm…really? A baby? So I'll have a little brother or sister?"
"That tends to be how it works, kid. I figured your mom and I are pretty good at this whole parenting thing now and we should give it a try."
The brunette nodded. "We're going to need your help, Henry. Babies are a lot of work and I would like to think you would give us a hand when we need it."
"Does that mean we're all going to live together? Is Mom moving in? I mean, it would make the most sense wouldn't it? Who's having the baby? Are you gonna use one of those banks? What are those called?" The questions bounced out of his mouth as soon as they popped into his brain. His head was spinning, it seemed like they were only recently what he would cautiously describe as friends. Although he was glad his Mom wasn't pregnant, because a hormonal evil queen was a scary prospect.
"Emma's having the baby, and no sperm bank is involved because we're using magic."
"Uh oh," he mumbled.
Regina sighed, "Henry, magic is just a tool, like anything else. It can be used for good or bad."
"So…the baby, you're like both the parents?" His eyebrows bounced up and he looked over at Emma and back to Regina. "Is Mom pregnant?"
"No…we're working on it."
"How does it work with magic?"
"A spell."
He sighed. "I was afraid you were gonna tell me you guys were…that you had to…you know."
Emma smiled, "No, I don't know. Afraid we were going to tell you what?"
"Ewww…just ewww. Stop it."
Regina watched Emma continue to tease Henry and it made her smile. The idea of them all together under one roof had its appeal. The thought had occurred to her before but now that Henry had brought it up as well it was the extra push she needed to bring it up to Emma.
It wasn't long after dinner she felt her energy waning and she made her way to Emma's bedroom, leaving them to talk more and watch TV. She crashed hard for at least a couple of hours. When she woke Emma was brushing her teeth in the bathroom, clearly getting ready for bed.
"Can I use your toothbrush?" she asked sleepily.
Emma spit into the sink. "Sure. How are you feeling?"
"I'm getting there. Do you…I can sleep on the couch if you want." She felt unsure of where they stood now in relation to each other and she didn't want to make assumptions about anything at this point.
"No, you stay on the bed, I can sleep on the couch. I mean, if you want me to, it's not a big deal or anything."
"It's fine." She got up slowly and made her way to the bathroom. After brushing her teeth she crawled back into bed. She noticed Emma had taken the side she had been sleeping on and made mental note which side she appeared to prefer. Not that it mattered or anything.
"You know, Henry had a good point earlier. It would be…easier if we were all under one roof with the baby." Silence. "Maybe we could find another place even, that we would all like. It doesn't have to be the mansion. I don't want to make you feel like you're on my…turf or whatever."
Emma sighed and rolled over to face her. "Can we just focus on one thing at a time for now? With the way things are going, who knows if there's even going to be a baby. This is so frustrating, I know something is wrong but I don't know what it is. Don't you feel this? How are you not picking up on this, Regina?" she demanded.
"I don't know! I can't pick up on anything right now, I'm too drained. I had to call Mal to confirm reports of our magic blasting all over last night. Which it was by the way, a regular northern lights explosion."
"Mal? You talked to Mal about this?" she growled.
"Yes, and no. No details were given," she said hurriedly.
Emma flipped the light off with her magic and rolled back over, not saying another word.
Regina huffed and did the same. Blondes.
The sunlight in the room gave the impression to Regina that it was morning but still very early. The bed shifted and she knew Emma was moving around. She tried to close her eyes but it seemed the blonde was determined to disturb her slumber.
"Really Swan, again? Two days now you've forced me to wake up," she grumbled.
"Take off your shirt," Emma said quietly.
"What? Why?" Whatever the other woman was up to Regina didn't really feel all to game at that moment. But, she did comply for some unknown reason. She slipped the sweatshirt over her head and lied back down, clad only in her bra from the waist up.
Emma appraised her somewhat detachedly. She seemed to be looking for something. Her eyes scanned up and down her torso and seemed to fix upon a spot. She placed her hands on Regina's chest and closed her eyes.
Regina felt an electric charge rocket along her spine. Her back bowed and the glare of the white light coming from Emma's hands filled her field of vision. Her body seemed hungry for it and grabbed it up like a depleted battery plugged into a charger. Her eyes closed and she focused on the power coursing through her from Emma. When her spine relaxed and she settled back against the bed she gently pushed Emma's hands away.
"Better?" the blonde asked, her brow furrowed with concern.
Regina nodded, her tongue running over her lips. "Better." She pushed herself up onto her elbows. "Thank you."
"No, thank you," she smiled. She leaned down and touched her lips to Regina's in gentle, lingering kiss.
Regina was still thinking about that kiss when she was having her coffee later that morning. She was also thinking about how Emma reacted to the reveal about talking to Mal.
It had been a whirlwind of a weekend and everything felt upended. She didn't know what her relationship with Emma was at this point. It was changed, there was no doubt about that. She needed time, she needed to process all of this. There were too many layers to sort through. Too complicated. Had this been a mistake? They should have discussed it more.
Sure, you say that now Regina "I'm gonna seduce her brains out" Mills, she chided herself. You jumped at the chance to complicate things, admit it.
Tired of mentally arguing with herself she decided to take a walk.
{I have an idea on what we may be messing up. See U 8, k?}
The former evil queen looked at her phone and frowned. What could they possibly be getting wrong? She was following everything to the letter. She sighed as she responded.
[Ok—I look forward to being enlightened]
The things she did for the Savior. She smiled a little bit to herself and put her phone in her pocket.
When 8 o'clock came she made sure Henry was in his room doing his homework before his other mother arrived. She had to admit she was curious and irritated about Emma's message. Irritated because she didn't like being wrong but also curious as to what she had missed. She waited in the kitchen with a glass of wine and when the doorbell rang she nearly jumped out of her skin. With a flick of her hand she opened the front door in order to waste as little time as possible.
Emma walked into the kitchen, her blonde hair down and in delicate ringlets cascading over an ivory button up top. She put her hands on her hips and said nothing.
Regina gestured at her with her wine glass. "So Swan? What's your theory? You kept me waiting for a big reveal."
The Savior noticed that Regina almost looked like she was dressed for work, pressed black pants, red blouse, uncomfortable shoes. It felt like a city meeting or something. She seemed…irritated maybe.
"Ok, well. Friday night, there was the whole—magic explosion after the spell was done and we were together the second time. I think we need that magic with the spell, and we need to do the spell together as much as possible so I can contribute more. You said it had to be an act of love. I know you probably aren't feelin' the love so much with the downstairs guest so let's not go there at first. Let's just be…together, no spell, and see how things go." They were crossing another line and they both knew it. Regina swallowed and set her wine glass aside. Emma took a deep breathe and steeled herself. She stepped towards Regina and took her hands in her own.
"Regina…"
The brunette started to shake her head and pull away but Emma pinned her with her emerald gaze.
"Regina."
"I can't take it," she whispered, twisting away from her gaze.
"What can't you take? I know you, you can handle anything, especially a little blonde orphan girl telling you she loves you."
"She can't," she whispered, tears sliding down her cheeks. "She shouldn't." She turned away but didn't pull her hands out of her grasp.
"But she does, she does very much, and has for some time now. So you're just going to have to accept it. I love you, and there's nothing that can change that."
"I have a rather dark past if you aren't aware," she said, still not meeting her gaze. "You of all people…"
"Me of all people. Yes, me of all people! Exactly, that should tell you something. You're not going to wave around the 'dark past' to drive me away. You can't get rid of me so easily. It doesn't frighten me."
The brunette turned back to meet her gaze. "Well, you are awful hard to get rid of, as I have learned."
"Yup."
She took a shuddering breathe and grabbed Emma up in a tight embrace. She rested her head on her shoulder. "I do love you. It should be obvious by now, there's nothing I won't do for you," she whispered. "It scares me."
"You don't need to be scared, but I understand." She rubbed her back gently and held her for a while.
"We're also doing things in a rather strange order. Have you noticed this?"
Emma shrugged. "For us maybe it's right."
She sensed that Regina seemed to be vulnerable so Emma handled her delicately, like a crystal vase or a freshly bloomed flower. They said very little but it was because talking didn't feel necessary. When they got to the bedroom Emma took the lead and undressed her slowly, kissing bare skin as it was uncovered. She noticed small flashes of pink magic flare occasionally but paid it little mind. She lavished attention on Regina's breasts, something she hadn't been able to do the last time. She unbuttoned her pants and and dropped small kisses on her labia before giving her clitoris a swipe with her tongue. She wanted her to know she appreciated all parts of her before they moved on to the enchantment.
The room was practically buzzing with magic when they did perform the spell. This time Emma insisted on holding Regina's hand as she said the incantation and waved her hand over the goblet.
Regina wanted Emma on top again, like the day before and she obliged her. They were both highly aroused and it didn't take long for their climax to arrive, and when it did there was a blast of pink magic, which settled around them before slowly winking out.
"I can't believe I'm saying this but I think you were right," the brunette said to the woman curled on top of her. "You're an intuitive magic user."
"Can you say that first part again into my phone so I can record it?"
"Not on your life."
