AN: So in case ya'll were wondering a timeline because some of you are sticklers for that. I threw S7 out the window. (I do enjoy S7 but it's not SQ friendly). So Emma and Hook were never a thing, the Queen still came and gone, the Charmings still moved with Neal being a toddler and baby Robin still a well baby. Older teen Henry still finishing up school and dating Violet...for now. I might break them up who knows! LOL

Oh and this being a STORY, I can't make every chapter smut-o-licious. So we'll get there again don't worry, just have to get through this early pregnancy stuff I promise.

So, it worked that night, seemed weird to not have a penis to get her pregnant but sure enough we did the spell with candles and incantations and it worked! Now let me tell you it wasn't pretty when we found out, in fact the way we found out was something way outside of normal as far as pregnancies go. Henry and I figured it out before Regina did because of certain things that would happen in her sleep.

The first time I thought something was amiss was when I found myself butt naked in the back yard in the middle of the night, I'm not sure what I did to piss her off in her sleep but there I was in all my naked glory. Scrambling to cover myself was my first instinct but upon further thought, I'm so glad I've learned to poof myself places or I would have been locked out for some time!

The second time, unfortunately was not me, but Henry who got the butt end of the deal and ended up smack dab right in the middle of our bed, between us. Guess she was feeling super maternal all the sudden and had the need for our teenage son to be up close and personal. Thank God I picked that night to wear something to bed. She dozed peacefully as he woke up startled and looked at me in the dark, as shocked as I was. He didn't say anything as he crawled down the bed and out of the bedroom down to his own room. I have since put a protection spell around his room in the evenings so he cannot vanish from there in the dead of night. I don't need him butt naked in the back yard, poor kid would be scarred for life.

Otherwise I've noticed things like; a melted tub of ice cream by her bedside, a cup of coffee (no doubt from her missing it since she'd been trying to cut back), a pair of Henry's old baby booties (I'd assume) curled into her arms, just random things that should would dream up would appear occasionally. Some of them made me laugh, and I really tried to take care of things that were out of place before she fully awoke…

"Hey moms," the teenage boy sounded grumbly and tired as he plopped down for breakfast.

"Hey kid did you sleep ok?" I poke him, he knows we aren't fully talking about Regina's magical mishaps, if she starts to become more aware of them she's going to freak out, plus we didn't want to curse the idea of a pregnancy just yet. We both know this subject has to be approached carefully if we even tell her because so far, it's just in her sleep and my magic can take care of whatever she dishes out in her sleepy state. Maybe it's baby magic? I ponder for a moment, wondering if our child will have magic.

"Henry, honey are you ok?" She rushes over to him, fawning over her sleepy boy before enveloping him in a tight squeeze, pressing his head fully into her chest, earning a wide-open stare at me and a silent plea for help.

"'Gina babe, I think he's fine. He just woke up and he's a teenage boy." I sip my coffee as a plop a bagel in the toaster for the kid.

"I just—" she presses him further into her chest and I can't help but stifle back a laugh as Henry's face goes into horror being so intimately close with his mother. "I love you so much Henry."

"Yeah—yeah, I love you too…" his response is muffled as he attempts to back away from her. "I still need to breathe mom."

"Sorry—" she removes herself from him finally, making her way back to her seat, to continue eating her fruit and oatmeal. I've noticed her appetite and food items have changed but again, I haven't pointed anything out yet, I'm sure other symptoms will make themselves known soon enough.

"School day kid, better eat up." I give him the bowl of fruit and bagel with cream cheese as we all finish up our breakfasts to get a move on our day.

"Alright, shower time." He hops down from his chair, "Oh I don't need a ride today, I was going to meet Violet and walk with her if that's ok." I nod as he wanders down the hall and back up the stairs to get ready for his day.

"Emma?" Her stare is distant, I can tell she's in deep thought.

"Hm?" I look at her, my brows raised hoping she's ok.

"I'm pregnant, aren't I?" I smile at her meek hopeful voice, she's slightly scared.

"I—well, what makes you say that?" I act like nothing strange has been happening for weeks now, honestly it has been pretty normal minus her few magical mishaps and her changing eating habits.

"I have never once in all my time raising Henry do what just happened this morning." She raised her brows, she knows I know something is different and that I'm withholding information from her.

"Well how do you feel?" I prompt and ask more of how she's feeling mentally.

"My coffee doesn't taste as good." She pouts slightly as she pushes the offending cup away and I can't help but chuckle and nod gently, knowing that tastes can change during pregnancy. "I feel like I don't even want to let him leave the house and especially with a girl, he's my baby boy." She sounds so pitiful and my heart aches for her.

"He's our teenage boy who is grown up and dating girls." I smile as I round the counter to comfort her.

"I'm scared—what if something happens, what if magic stuff happens?" Panic mode has struck and she's breathing heavy thinking about all the what-if's and problems that might arise.

"This would be anxiety, which is another good sign…in its own way." I rub her arms before enveloping her in a hug, knowing, in theory that my presence or smell or whatever should bring comfort to her. I can feel her body relax against mine as I stroke up and down her back. "No matter what happens, you know I'm here for you ok? We'll be ok, this is cake compared to what we've been through together." I kiss her neck and tease her ear gently, hearing her gasp at my ministrations.

"Don't start anything you cannot finish, Sheriff. We've got to get to work on time this morning." I smile at her again and nod.

"Why don't you go get ready and I'll clean up…you know if we go up there together we'll be late." I wink at her and she laughs, knowing that my libido can sometimes get the best of me. I let her go and usher her on her way, "I love you Regina." I can practically see her heart swell with excitement at my declaration of love, a smile plastered on her lips.

"I love you too."

It really takes someone being completely in tune with their body to know when they mentally change before they physically change. I didn't want to tell her about the sleeping magic she had been performing because I knew it would add to the slight anxiety she was feeling, if I needed help I would call Zelena, but for now I should be able to handle the little stuff. I know Regina would want to tell her sister first when she officially found out. Parents would be next, followed by the rest of the town…because when in a small town…

It would be a couple more weeks of random magic issues before she finally had her first bout of morning sickness…and wow was she sick. She actually stayed home (of course she worked from home because you know she's Regina), in between dashing to the bathroom to empty her stomach or to pee, all I could encourage was staying hydrated as just the mention of food would sometimes set her off. Cooking at home became almost non-existent at that point, I didn't want to attempt anything that might set her off and she now referred to the kitchen as the 'plague wing.'

Week: 6

"Hey babe, I'm just going on lunch, anything sound good today?" I was just heading on lunch and decided to give her a call, just to see how she was getting on today. She made it to work so that was a good sign but I know she hasn't been eating much besides plain crackers, apple juice and copious amounts of water.

"You know actually some of that chicken noodle that Granny makes would be fantastic." I hear the hopefulness in her voice and I smile, thinking that she would finally be able to eat something. "Oh, I have an appointment on Friday to verify, it's at 3pm." She's excited I can tell, even though she's been miserable with morning sickness I can still tell she's ok with all the side effects of the pregnancy. We had found a midwife, that; 1) wasn't her sister and 2) wasn't Whale...

"You got it beautiful, I'll be on my way shortly." I had a pep in my step at that point, knowing she was feeling well enough to eat lunch with me, though meeting her meant I had to be careful with my own order…meh can't win 'em all.

I mosey into the diner and see Ruby's tall form at the far end of the counter.

"Ruby?" I haven't seen her since she left with Dorothy and I can't help but practically run to her and envelop her in huge hug.

"Hey Ems, hey I do need to breathe—and work." Her smile brightens my day as she eyeballs me, "why do you—Oh my Gods," she sniffs me and I'm taken aback slightly not sure what the hell she has caught with that nose of hers. "Oh my—EMMA!" She hugs me again, I'm not sure what is going on at this point but she's got questions written all over her face.

"Hey Rubes it's just me, calm down." I push away gently as she waits for answers. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"What does Regina need?" she smirks, knowing something that no one else would be attune to at this point. She's thinking deeply about something before she snaps and hurries off.

I am stunned, she wandered off, didn't even take my order, I feel insulted and what the hell does this have to do with Regina. I mean Ruby couldn't have been back for very long, I was just here 4 days ago and no Ruby and bam I come in and there she is.

"Hey sorry! Here you go, give this to her, she'll feel so much better." She winked at me, and I rose my brows, how the hell could she know that's what I was here for. "Also, here is your grilled cheese, eat it here though…and then I packed some extra stuff not as potently smelling for you to take with you so she doesn't eat alone." She smiled broadly.

"How the hell-?" My brows are in my hairline at this point and I have no idea what to even say.

"I smell the hormone Emma," she points to her nose and smiles, "it always knows. Plus, it's magic, so it's strong. Either that or you guys make one hell of—"

I put my hands up to stop her from saying anymore than really needs to be said in a public setting, the diner isn't exactly bustling at this time but there are enough people to start the rumor. More than anything Regina wanted to wait until it was confirmed until we told family and then even longer before the rest of the town shows. (She basically told me if she can still fit into her clothes she refuses to let the townspeople know).

"Listen Rubes, keep it on the downlow ok? I mean we just don't—"

"I totally get it! I mean Regina is a pretty private person, sorry I didn't mean to butt in. It just came up when I hugged you and I couldn't contain my excitement. So, she's not doing so well early on huh?"

"Sicker than a dog, we haven't cooked in a couple weeks, the kitchen is a off-limits for her, for all times of the day." I take a bite of my own sandwich and groan at the amazing taste that assaults my taste buds. She smiles at me as we make small talk. "What brings you back to town?"

"Oh, Dorothy and I traveled the realms a bit and decided, 'there's no place like home.' It's still hard with Zelena in town but I'm sure it'll be fine. I know she's much better with Robin in her life and all but—"

"Hey if my mom and Regina could get over their differences, I'm sure Zelena and Dorothy will be just fine." I smile reassuringly and push the plate away as I take my last bite. "I've gotta get to her office, thanks again Rubes. I'll see you soon." I smile as I bolt from the diner, bags in tow making my way to Regina's office. I'm grateful it's a quick jaunt and I'm still hopeful her appetite hasn't changed much since I talked to her earlier. I jog into the building and am met by her secretary with a wide stare.

"Hey Olivia what's up?" I try to make simple conversation with the young woman, she is apparently not impressed.

"She's been waiting and is in a mood." It was a simple phrase as she is focused on her computer monitor, typing away. I turn to the door and knock gently before letting myself in.

"Jeez Emma I was about to come fetch you myself," she is snippy at my tardiness, what else is new?

"Sorry, I ran into Ruby—I guess she's back and well she got you something that should ease your stomach—"

"EMMA! We weren't telling anybody yet remember!?" I am always more than prepared for her wrath, and I half expected this one, it wasn't my fault Ruby smelled her hormones on me sheesh.

"I didn't tell her Regina, she smelled it." I explained simply, the best way I knew how.

"What?" She furrows her brows as she scolds me and questions.

"She can smell the pregnancy hormones…on me from you…or us, whatever." I didn't know how else to explain it and shrug my shoulders in response.

"Since when are you that up close and personal with Ruby?" Her brows rise again, jealous Regina isn't always my favorite one to deal with.

"We hugged, I haven't seen her in a while. She's a friend 'Gina." I put up one hand in surrender and hold the bag of food up in the other, I can tell the smell is pleasant as her eyes shift from anger and frustration to hungry and happy. I can't help but smile as her mood shifts, at least now she knows how I feel about my food all the time.

"So, what exactly did she give you?" I watch her go through the bags, for once not retching as she dives for food before she pulls out the container of what I'm assuming is soup. I watch as she smells the contents carefully, humming at the smell and probably in satisfaction that she doesn't feel like she wants to vomit.

"I think it's a carrot and ginger soup, I can smell the ginger. It is supposed to alleviate nausea symptoms quite well." She shrugs as we sit at the table in her office, I've got some bland French fries and a root beer for myself as well as a ginger ale for her. I watch her tentatively as she starts sipping at her soup, there are some soda crackers to dip or mix in but I know she would rather just eat them on the side.

"Well how is it?" I'm waiting for her to vault from her seat to the garbage or the bathroom but she sits softly and groans into the food, I take it that's a good sign.

"This is amazing! I'm hoping it stays with me and I might have found my new favorite food." I can tell she's grateful for someone knowing what no one else seemed to know, especially since this was related to food, "can you um, tell Ruby thanks for this…" it was a subtle comment that I wasn't sure I heard right but nodded in agreement as I watch her eat the whole container before resting back with a content look on her face.

"You know you can't just live off soup…" I start to chastise her eating habits and immediately bite my tongue, as I see her brows raise waiting for me to continue. I know it's not the right move and don't even bother continuing with that conversation.

"That's what I thought. Don't think just because I'm pregnant all my good eating habits will go out the window. This may be your child too Swan but this is my body, my choices." She scolds me as I munch on a few more fries and drink my soda.

After that day we found a few recipes that she could actually handle that didn't send her running to the bathroom, I found myself in the kitchen more and more. I can cook simple, I have no problem with that. I guess when she goes back to wanting those fancy herbaceous meals, she can come on back and teach me a few things while she's at it, but for now I make light soups and stews that we can freeze and recook in a moments notice that are packed full of nutrients that her and the baby need.

She had me pick up prenatal vitamins secretively but of course me being me was caught by my mother. Storybrooke seriously needs more than one store to get certain things at, no matter where you go people talk and it gets old fast.

"Emma, how are you honey?" My mom was always so nosey, why should this time be any different, I guess maybe my paranoia was showing. Regina also asked me to pick up a pregnancy test or two because at this point she should test positive, so here I was trying to hide everything in my basket but of course she see's prenatal's and starts in right away. "Are those prenatal vitamins? Emma are you ser—"

"Yes—yes they are, but before you go saying anything they are for my hair." I was so prepared for this one, God forbid she sees the pregnancy tests or I am screwed. "If you mash them up and put them in your conditioner it helps strengthen your hair." I state it matter-of-factly like I've known this for years, which I have.

"Really?" She furrows her brows, maybe in slight disappointment or confusion or both. I can tell she's still doubting my answer.

"Yup. Sorry to rush mom but I'm on a break for lunch but had to pick up a few things and didn't want to be home late. We'll catch up soon, lunch or something okay?" I hurry on my way, grabbing a few more items off the shelf as I low-key watch my mom finish her business and leave before I get to the register. "You tell anyone about the contents of this basket and you know there will be hell to pay Mr. Clark."

"Yeah—of course, you got it sheriff," the sneezy man nods his head and swiftly cashes me out, getting me out of there before anyone else can catch me picking up certain items.

I hated running around town like I was a damn ninja, always trying not to be caught going certain places or avoiding saying certain things to certain people. I guess being in prison I didn't have anyone to talk to about pregnancy, I kept to myself and no one really cared. The guards would take me for my check ups and as long as everything looked well I was on my way and back to my cell. I didn't realize how hard it was early on to keep a pregnancy private, especially in a small town. Literally everyone knows everyone's business and there really wasn't anything you could do about it unless you lived in a bubble. Now as the Mayor of the small town she could avoid most people except for meetings and the occasional city council meeting. As sheriff my job is to work with the public every day, not nearly as bad as a waitress but keeping things on the downlow was harder than I expected. I really couldn't wait to tell my parents, I knew they would be stoked (eventually) about being grandparents again and I kind of was looking forward to Regina telling Zelena about it…

"'Gina? Where are you?" I holler for her, I know for a fact the kitchen is quiet. Guess it's a fend for ourselves kind of night for the kid and me. "Babe?" I try again.

"Guest room Emma." I hear her voice from upstairs and deposit my coat and boots in the foyer closet before heading right up, trying to take a crack at which guest room she was talking about. Farthest from Henry but closest to us…the baby's new room.

She stands in the middle of the room just looking around, I'm sure I know what she's thinking, all things baby. I move to her and wrap my arms around her middle, caressing her lower stomach gently as her hands meet mine there.

"I was just thinking of decorating ideas is all." She hums in deep thought again.

"Did um—did Henry have this room as a nursery too?" I am timid about the question, I never really asked much about before I came into the picture. I didn't know much about him as a baby, or a toddler, there are times I want to know certain things but I feel guilt even though she reassures me every time that those decisions were for the best.

"He did not, this has just been an empty guest room for quite some time. He stayed in his current room." She turns in my arms and smiles at me. "I never offered to show you pictures or anything have I?" I see the gleam in her eyes, she wants to show me.

I shake my head, I never wanted to ask because Henry was her baby, that was their special time together and I'm okay with that. Regina gave him a life I never would have been able to give him and I am forever grateful to be part of their life now, especially in light of our current situation.

"I'll collect them up and we'll look before bed tonight okay?" Her lips meet mine in a single, simple kiss of promise and it melts my heart. I love that she wants to share that part of her life with me, maybe she is a tad more emotional lately but this Regina, the soft and tender, has been a wonderful change of pace.

"So, what are you thinking in here then? Pinks? Blues? Yellows?" I bite, I want to know what she's got going on in her head.

"Well we obviously don't know a sex yet and probably not until 16 or 20 weeks from what I read, but I really want to focus on gender neutral tones and designs. Maybe we can enlist Henry's help with ideas at some point." She looks around again, using her mind to picture certain things in certain places, it's fascinating watching her work in this way. She doesn't say anything at all but yet I see the cogs in her head keep spinning.

"I'm always down for getting dirty so you just tell me what you want and I'll get it done," the innuendos lost on me as baby and food was pretty much the only thing on my mind.

"Oh really?" She catches the innuendos that I didn't mean to throw out there as her brow rises at me.

"Oh, come on Regina I didn't even—" I try to defend myself and she can't help but laugh at my flustered state. "But in answer to your question, I'm ready when you are." I smile proudly at my follow up response, hoping to catch her off guard.

"Soon." She winks at me and passes right by me and out of the room. I can't help but groan again thinking about her body changing and the interesting things we will get to experience together intimately. I wonder when 'soon' is? I'm assuming after the appointment but it's really her call, I will always wait for her.

She did end up showing me photos of Henry as a baby, even though she had this curse in place she really was a great mother to him. I never would have been able to give him half the things he had with her, more than anything she wanted to be a mother I could tell. Someone to love and someone that loved her back equally…though we had a hard time when I came into the picture, it all blew over eventually.

There were photos of his birthdays, with cake all over his face, milestone pictures of him starting to walk, his first words being 'mama', written down the date and age he was when he first starting talking. Photos of him sleeping were my favorite, now I know why Regina likes to watch me sleep…she says we look a lot alike when we sleep or are sleepy. Her sentiment is sincere and I can tell she is emotional about showing me these private moments she probably has never shown anyone else. I watch her as tears fall gently down her cheeks upon showing me his first day of Kindergarten and all the cheesy awards they give out for certain things, I can't help but beam with pride that part of that kid is me as well. I am so grateful.

She lays in my arms as she cries a bit, no doubt the emotions that were just opened on top of her being pregnant, I hush her and coax her into a restful sleep before falling into a content sleep myself.