A/N: It's great that you're all so thrilled about the baby. Y'all are so invested - I love it. Thanks for all the encouragement and complimenting and involvedness. Hope you like, as always.

Emma was standing in front of the open window in an oversized Red Sox t-shirt. She leaned her head against the cool frame looking out but at nothing in particular. Her hands both rested on her abdomen which felt... warm. That had been the sensation during their magical baby-making, warmth.

They had made love and Regina had put her hand on her lower abdomen. She had kissed her and told her to think about what she wanted.

"A baby," Emma had breathed, thinking hard.

"Put your hand over mine," Regina had said and she had done it. And it had been so warm and it had grown warmer as they held their hands there, their breathing erratic, their bodies rocking against each other. But it had never grown hot, not uncomfortably so, and yet the warmth had increased. And there had been a glow, Emma had seen it at the edge of her vision. It had been orange-y, then yellow until it turned white and it had come from the place where their hands held each other in that comfortable warmth. It was like their love had created a space...

"Emma?" the blonde heard the sleepy voice of her lover behind her and turned.

"It's okay, I'm here."

"Why're you up? Come back to bed," and as Emma moved away from the window: "and close the window, it's cold."

"It's cold because you're naked," Emma disagreed and pulled her shirt over her head before she slipped back under the covers.

"It's cold because you left," Regina insisted and cuddled up against Emma. The blonde put her arms around her and pulled her closer. "Are you alright?" Regina asked and the drowsiness from sleep was gone from her voice.

"I'm... not sure. It was intense," Emma said slowly and Regina lifted herself up on one arm to look at her face.

"Do you regret it?"

"No," there was no hesitation. "I just... it surprised me. I said I was ready but I'm not sure I was ready for..." A tear slipped from her eye and she let it drip into her hair.

"We were about to make a baby and you didn't think it would be intense?" Regina asked puzzled.

"I... I guess I thought it would be more like... it had been before when I..."

"When you inadverdently made a child with Neal while having unprotected sex?" Regina finished the sentence. Now she didn't sound puzzled anymore but insulted.

"Regina," Emma pleaded as she looked deeply into her eyes. "I've never done this before. I was... out of my depth."

"So was I," Regina admitted in a slightly shaky voice. "When our hands started glowing I got so scared I almost ran."

Emma stared at Regina wide-eyed.

"That's not comforting... at all," she said.

"Well, I didn't. That should be comforting."

"Did we create... a life, Regina?" Emma asked.

"I think so, maybe... possibly," was the answer and it seemed to exhaust the mayor. She settled back into Emma's embrace and they both let the impact of that realization sink in.

"Wow!" Emma finally exclaimed.

Regina nodded.

"Yes, that's quite accurate," she agreed.

"I could be pregnant right now," Emma said.

Regina leaned on her arm again and pushed the blanket from Emma's upper body. She lay her hand on her lower abdomen again.

"Are you testing if your... magic took?"

"No, I'm just... do you feel different?" Regina asked.

"It's still slightly warm from... our magic... our love."

"So you can feel... something inside or... do you think it's just... because you want to feel that there's something?"

"I'm not a doctor, love," Emma answered and put her hand over Regina's. "I feel something but I'm not sure if it's just a residue glow or..."

"Our magic making a baby."

Emma smiled.

"I haven't been this scared when we first made magic together," she admitted.

"Probably because being a hero is less scary than being a parent," Regina teased.

"Very possibly."

They smiled at each other.

"You're a great parent, Emma," Regina said. She leaned down and kissed Emma's abdomen before she pulled the cover back up over their bodies.

"So are you," Emma gave back and they lay for a long while just thinking about what they may have created. "My parents're gonna flip," Emma then said and Regina had to chuckle.

"I think the whole town's going to flip."

"We'll have to tell Henry. I mean, if this actually worked. He has to be the first..."

"Of course. He's going to be thrilled, right? I mean, he wants to be a big brother," Regina wondered.

"Yeah, he does. He's gonna love it. Well, maybe not so much in the beginning when she'll still be little but..."

"She?"

"Hm?" Emma hadn't even registered that she'd given the baby a gender.

"You think it's a she?"

Emma looked down at Regina with a puzzled expression.

"That's what I said, right?"

Regina nodded.

"Hm," Emma made. "I may have been thinking about a baby girl while we were... possibly making her," she admitted. "Did you think of a gender?"

"No, I was too busy thinking of it having ten fingers and ten toes," Regina answered.

Emma smiled sheepishly.

"I was also thinking how she would look like you," Emma said, running her hand through Regina's thick hair.

"It'll look a little like both of us... if everything went well... I hope it did."

"What if it didn't?" Emma asked and she felt her chest constrict in a sudden panic.

"Shhh, no. It's... there's either a baby or there isn't. I wouldn't have started this if it could possibly hurt you. Love is the most powerful magic of all, Emma. It doesn't create bad things. Okay?"

Emma's breathing calmed and she nodded.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have doubted you."

"I guess if we had talked about it a little longer..."

"Which you wanted to do, only, I didn't listen," Emma finished the sentence.

"I know you were excited. So was I... so am I," she said rubbing Emma's abdomen under the blanket.

"If you keep this up, there might be two babies by the end of this night," the blonde said smirking.

"Twins," Regina enthused. "Now that would be an adventure!"

"For me it would be but... I'm not sure I'm ready for that just yet. Could we..."

"I was just kidding, darling," Regina said and kissed Emma. "Though I really wouldn't mind..." Her hand went lower on Emma's body, touching her in other delicious places.

"More love?" Emma guessed between kisses.

"There can never be too much of that."

When Emma woke on Monday morning, she was sure she was the happiest person in all of Storybrooke. She was holding Regina in her arms and just remembering what they'd been doing not twelve hours before, made her wonderously giggly. She would have liked to keep this feeling through the next days but there were things and people that didn't care about her planning a family, having special quality time with her son, or simply sitting and thinking of baby names.

David was still avoiding her, more so now that he'd seen her and Regina together at the hospital. Snow was having problems with Gordon who felt that things around him were falling apart, not sure if maybe it was his fault. And Emma would have liked to talk to her mother about... maybe being pregnant and all the other plans she was making with Regina and their family. She knew it wasn't a good time but she missed being able to talk to someone and it didn't feel right to tell anyone about a possible baby before she told her family.

She spent more time with Henry on her two days off and they both enjoyed it. Henry was almost 13 now, looking forward to his birthday, talking excitedly about the plans he and his friends were making for the summer. She didn't tell him about the baby yet because Regina and she wanted to do that together and Regina seemed to spend more time at the office but Emma had an inkling it just felt like longer hours because she wasn't working herself.

On Tuesday, word got around about another council meeting and on Wednesday, Snow called to ask both Emma and Regina to meet with everyone on Friday evening.

"What is this about?" Emma asked. "We haven't found anything yet."

"Well, your father thinks that we should all get together and talk about the progress everybody's making."

"Who's making progress?" Regina asked. Emma had put her mother on speaker. "The dwarfs in their mines?"

"I know it's... a difficult situation but... David tries to involve people, get everyone to help and..."

"Avoid his family as much as possible," the mayor added. She looked over at Emma who looked at her sadly.

"That's not..."

"It's true, mom," Emma said.

"I'm trying, Emma. And he was actually in a better mood this week. Maybe he'll talk to you on Friday after the meeting."

"I'm not sure I wanna talk to him," Emma answered.

"Please, Emma."

But the sheriff didn't promise anything. She wasn't even sure she wanted to go to the meeting. It was a good thing she had to work the night shift that night or she would probably have spent even more time thinking about this than she had in the last two days.

On Thursday night, the Swan-Mills family was having a movie night. Henry had wanted to see all the Transfomers-movies in a row but after the first one, Regina sighed and said:

"The best thing about this were those legs on the girl. Please, don't make me watch another one."

"We've only been together two months and you already look at other women's legs? Should I worry?" Emma teased.

"Well, at least my eyes didn't fall into her cleavage," Regina gave back.

They were smiling at each other, never noticing Henry rolling his eyes from his place in one of the arm chairs.

"Seems we all have found something to like in the future Mrs. Henry Swan-Mills then. Great!" he groused and rose from his perch. He picked up his cup and left the room.

His mothers looked after him surprised. They couldn't hear his footsteps on the stairs which meant that he had gone into the kitchen.

"Seems you have upset our son," Regina said.

"You started this," Emma gave back and rose from the couch. She held out her hand to Regina. "Come on, let's see what this is about."

They went into the kitchen together, both carrying dishes from their earlier dinner.

Henry was leaning against the kitchen counter as they entered. He was holding an energy drink in his hand.

"You really wanna drink this now, kid? You're not gonna be able to sleep," Emma commented.

"I thought I'd stay up and finish watching the series," he said but there was no real spite in his voice. He didn't seem to want to annoy his mothers, he seemed more... sad or exhausted, Emma couldn't really tell. But when she heard Henry sigh before he put the energy drink on the counter, she had a vague idea what this might be about.

"You have school tomorrow, Henry. There's no way..." but Regina stopped talking when Emma lay a hand on her back. Regina turned and they exchanged a look. Then Regina looked at Henry who was staring at his shufflng feet.

"Are you okay, Henry?" his dark-haired mother asked and he looked up and shrugged.

"Sure."

"This is not really about this Megan Fox-girl, is it?" Emma asked.

"You know her name?" Regina couldn't keep herself from asking.

"It was in the credits," Emma gave back irritably and they had another brief conversation with only their eyes that told Regina that this wasn't the time to get jealous.

Regina shook her head.

"Well, she's... a looker," Henry said.

"I think we've established that fact already," Regina said.

"Yeah, who would have known that you two liked the same women."

"This is not really about... us commenting on... the assets of some actress, right? I mean... if we make you uncomfortable with that...," Emma tried to get behind the real issue at hand but Henry shook his head.

"No, it's not about that, though I really hope you won't ever discuss another person's ass..ets in front of me again. It feels... awkward," he said grimacing.

Emma smiled.

"Can't promise you that. Sorry, kid," she said. She looked over at Regina who rolled her eyes at her. "What?"

Regina just sighed in answer and went over to Henry. She touched his arm in sympathy.

"What is this about?"

"I...," he sighed again and now his other mother had a really good idea of his troubles, too. He confirmed it a moment later. "There's... somebody I like. But I don't think they like me back."

Regina put an arm around his discouraged shoulders and pulled him close. Emma stepped closer and put her hand to Henry's cheek.

"Is it Gretel?" she asked and he looked up at her.

"What if it's Hansel?" he asked, seemingly angry for some reason. But it faded away as quickly as it had flared and he looked contrite.

"Then we would have to have a serious talk about your sleep-overs," Regina said without missing a beat. He looked at her.

"It's not Hansel," he said.

"You wouldn't think that it mattered to us either way, would you?"

He shook his head.

"No, I just... I didn't think it was that obvious," he answered.

"It's not," Emma said. "She's just the most obvious choice since you spend a lot of time over at their house."

Henry nodded.

"It's not like we see that much of each other, though. I mostly hang with Hansel, we play video games. She sometimes has a friend over but... she doesn't spend a lot of time with us. I think she thinks I'm a nerd... and she prefers to be called Ava," he added because it seemed important.

"Why do you think she thinks you're a nerd?"

"It's better to think that than think she thinks I'm just a kid. I mean, she's already 14," he said sadly.

Emma kissed Henry on the forehead. They stood like that for a while, close, until Henry seemed to become self-conscious. Emma stepped back and leaned against the opposite counter.

"It's not always clear what other people think of you, Henry. I mean, look at me and Emma. I was sure she didn't even like me until she... started showing me that she did."

"I was sure your mom could never love me but now she does," Emma pitched in and the two women smiled at each other for a second.

"Yeah, but... you were meant to be together. But... Hansel told me that they're going back... to the Enchanted Forest." This was followed by another heart-wrenching sigh.

"I'm so sorry, kid."

"Yeah, me too," he answered.

"That doesn't mean you won't see her again, you know that. And... well, sometimes people get together even if they're not... meant to be, Henry."

"I know that," he said.

"Of course you do. You've become sort of an expert on love these last few years," Emma said.

"I still didn't think it would... feel like this. It's so... heavy," he said touching his chest. "Did it feel like this when... you were not together?"

Emma nodded. She felt close to tears now that she knew he was in pain, a pain she'd been through a couple of times in her life now. She swallowed hard at the emotion that was to overwhelm her. Henry was in love - unhappy in love. She looked at Regina and saw the same kind of bare emotion on her face.

Regina held out her hand to Emma and the blonde came closer again, entwining her hand with her lover's.

"There's something... we need to tell you," Regina said.

"What? I'm not related to Ava, am I?" he asked in a near panic.

"No, you're not, don't worry," she said and he breathed deeply, relieved this time.

"Okay, what is it?"

"It's actually a good thing," the mayor said and looked at Emma.

"You know how we talked about... becoming a family and... moving in together and all that?"

Henry nodded slowly.

"Your mom and I... we may have... good news." Emma looked back at Regina, now at a loss how to continue.

"Emma might be pregnant," the dark-haired woman simply said and looked at Henry.

"Pregnant? How? I mean... have you...?" but all the questions he could have asked seemed too personal to ask your mother so he just stared at her uncomprehendingly.

Emma sighed.

"Your mom and I may have... created a baby... magically," she tried to explain.

"You can make a baby with magic?" he asked and looked from Emma to Regina. He seemed impressed.

She nodded.

"Yes. I mean, it's possible but it's not... we're not sure that we actually did it. We will need to wait a few weeks to confirm that... Emma's actually pregnant."

"Wow!" Henry exclaimed and he sounded a lot like Emma had just a couple of nights ago when she had realized what they'd done.

"I know," Emma said. "But... is it a good wow? We... kind of got overwhelmed and, erm, we just... went ahead and... did this. How do you feel about it?"

"Wow," Henry repeated and looked from one of his mothers to the other and back. "I... I mean I knew that you wanted to... have a bigger family but... I thought you would move in together first, and then get married, you know."

"Our relationship is a little unconventional, sorry, kid."

He shook his head and grinned at her.

"That's okay. If it wasn't I wouldn't have you two, would I? I mean, the way you... got together was pretty unconventional."

"I guess you could say that," Regina agreed. "But I don't think it has to be that way. I mean..." She stopped for a moment, looking at Emma. She licked her lips and then stepped closer to her love. "I want to marry you and... this is not just to tell you that I want to do it. I'm... asking you. Will you marry me?"

Emma opened her mouth to speak but there was no thought she could utter. It seemed her brain had completely shut down. She looked from Regina to Henry and they both looked expectantly at her. For a moment, there was panic building in her chest. It was the kind of panic which had made her leave her bed a few nights ago to stare out the window. But it had vanished then, and it vanished now because this was exactly what she wanted, what she needed, too.

"Yes," she said and smiled.

"You got me worried there for a second," Regina gave back but pulled Emma to her. They hugged, then kissed.

Henry cleared his throat and Emma chuckled a little embarrassed. She included him in their hug as did Regina.

"Oh God, I'm so happy," Emma breathed into Regina's hair.

Regina laughed.

"I'm so happy for you," Henry said.

Emma pulled back and looked at him. Her hand went up to his face again, brushing away at his thick hair that hung into his eyes.

"I'm glad you feel that way," she said. "You know...love is wild sometimes. We... don't always get the one we love. Sometimes... we just get the heartache but... sometimes... it's just like this," she told him and he nodded. "And you're okay with... maybe getting a sibling, too, right?"

He grinned.

"Yeah, I guess. It'll be cool, once he's a little older... or she," he added quickly.

Regina smiled at Emma.

"We'll see," the sheriff said, not sure she should tell Henry about her wish to have a girl. They didn't yet know if she was actually pregnant, the gender really shouldn't matter. They would all love this child.