A/N- Another installment! This one is little more fun than the rest of the chapters have been! Enjoy! Thanks to all my followers, favorites and reviews, you guys are the best! Please review and let me know what you think! :)

The next couple of days in the Swan-Mills household were tense, but not necessarily in a bad way. Snow still hadn't made an appearance after Regina's talk with her, Regina and Emma were trying to work through their issues at a faster pace than before the brunette had officially decided to forgive Emma, and Henry finally admitted to the fact that he was dating Grace. David had attempted to stop coming to meal times, but after one missed dinners and two missed breakfasts, Regina confronted him about it. Now, it was dinnertime again on Thursday evening and the four of them, plus Grace, were sitting around the table in a somewhat awkward silence.

"So…Grace, how is your father doing?" Regina asked, trying to make conversation.

"He's fine. He actually wants to speak with you and Mrs. Swan-Mills. Um, the other Mrs. Swan-Mills, um…Henry's other mom?"

"You can call us Emma and Regina, dear. Anyone who makes Henry happy is family, sweetheart."

"Thanks, Mrs. Sw—um, Regina."

"Do you know what your father wants to talk to us about?"

"I don't. I'm sorry."

"That's quite alright, dear. Henry," she started, looking to her son. "Why don't you and Grace go get yourselves dessert and go up to your room? Door open, sweetheart." Henry grumbled his agreement and the two teenagers left the dining room.

"What could Jefferson possibly have to say to us?" Emma asked her wife.

"I don't know. I hope he doesn't intend to tell Grace she and Henry can't date, he seems to be much happier with her around."

"Why are you ok with them being a thing?"

"I don't know…I should hate it; he is my baby after all. But, I guess I just can't be upset about anything that makes him so happy when we've all had a couple of rough months."

"Yeah, I guess."

"I'll, um…I'm gonna take my plate and Henry's and Grace's to the kitchen and I'll get out of your hair," David stated awkwardly before getting up and doing as he said he would. Both women watched him leave the room and Emma stood up to go see what was going on with her father. Regina placed a hand lightly on her wife's arm.

"Let me. I'll be back in a minute, dear." Emma nodded and Regina headed to the kitchen.

David was turning from the sink, where he had just rinsed the three plates, when she walked in and she walked up to him, backing him against the sink.

"David, what's going on?"

"I'm not sure what you mean."

"Yes, you are. You've been acting weird and I want to know why. It's like…like you don't want to be around us anymore. We're your family, David, we're the only ones you have right now, and I just don't get why you're distancing yourself from us."

"It hurts. To be around you, I mean."

"Me?"

"No, all of you."

"Why is that, dear?"

"Before, when you and Emma were at a stalemate, you and I had common ground. I'm not saying I'm not happy for you, because I really, really am. I'm so happy that you guys are working it out and you're going to fix it and stay together…I just, I had something in common with you. We were both slightly estranged from our wives and we had each other to rely on to get through that issue. Now…it feels different. You and Emma are trying to figure it out and I can't help but feel like I'm a hindrance on that."

"Why?"

"Because you and I slept together and that was the reason you and Emma weren't sleeping together, which became part of the reason that Emma even let herself get out of control that night."

Regina looked at him, searching his posture. He was standing there, in front of her, the least confident that she had ever seen him, and her heart sunk for him a little. "David," she started, softly. "David…you are not at all a part of what is wrong with Emma and me. It may have began with us revealing our secret, but I don't regret telling her."

"You don't?" he interrupted.

"No. Now there are no secrets between she and I, and I'm very happy about that. But also, there is nothing between you and me that we need to keep secret anymore and we can be friends without feeling guilty about keeping something from them…do you understand?" He nodded slightly, so she continued. "David, Emma and I will always want you in our lives, and you will never be a hindrance on our relationship. Emma needs her father and I need my best friend, ok? So don't go getting all noble and doing what you think is right by disappearing from our lives. Nothing good is going to come from it if you do. You'll be isolating yourself from the only family that is here for you right now, and you'll be leaving two women who love you very much. Do you understand me, David?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure? We're clear? Repeat my instructions."

"I'm not a child, Regina."

"Shut up and answer me," she teased, a smile playing on her lips.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't distance myself, we all need each other, blah blah."

"Don't you snark me, mister!" she replied in a fake stern voice, poking him in the chest with her index finger. Emma laughed lightly from the doorway of the kitchen and both of the other occupants looked at her.

"I agree with her, dad. We both need you around; you've become a staple to breakfast and dinner. Henry loves having you here and, just so you know, I'm completely cool with you guys being friends. I trust that neither of you will hurt me, and you know, I'm pretty hot, Regina would be crazy to leave me for you," she added, jokingly.

Alright, bullies, I'll stick around," David relented. "But, I am going to get going. I'm pretty tired tonight."

"Actually, David. I'm sorry, can I ask you a favor?" Regina asked.

"Yeah, what can I do for you?"

"Would you mind taking Henry with you to the Inn for the night?"

"Uh…sure? Something going on?"

Regina blushed. "Nothing you want to hear about, I can assure you." Both blondes looked at her like she'd just swallowed bleach willingly and she waved them off. "I just want some time alone with my wife to…have a girls night, is all. God! Why do you guys have to act so awkward and make a perfectly normal and natural thing so uncomfortable!" Regina huffed. Her cheeks were still flushed a deep red and Emma was smiling at her adoringly and excitedly.

"Um, because you're talking about my daughter," David answered.

"And you're telling it to my dad," Emma supplied.

"Shut it, you two. It's not like you're the same age or anything. Besides, you guys have the same relationship that we have," she added, using her index finger to motion between herself and David. "You guys are more like brother and sister than father and daughter. It's kind of hard to have a parental relationship with your child when she's your age, or am I wrong?"

"Fair enough," David agreed. "But, yes, I'll get Henry and Grace and I'll drop her off at home for you ladies."

"Thanks, dad. Love you," Emma replied, hugging her father. He hugged her tightly before letting go and kissing Regina on the forehead.

"Have a good night, you two. I'll see you in the morning?" Both women nodded and shifted uncomfortably at how strange their lives and relationships were.

Sitting on the couch, the two women had been silent for nearly half an hour just watching a chick flick that Emma picked out. She thought Regina would like it because it was about a pregnant woman who basically had the most awkward pregnancy, ever. Regina didn't seem to concentrate much on the movie, though. All she could think about was making love to Emma again and she knew that it may be too soon, but she didn't care anymore.

"Emma…"

"Yes?" Emma asked. Regina didn't answer her until she had the blonde's full attention.

"Emma…what would you think of ripping off the bandage…again?"

"Huh?"

"You know…like before?"

Emma's eyes lit up with realization. "Oh. Uh…are you sure?" Regina immediately second-guessed herself and panicked. Why didn't Emma agree? Wasn't Emma as tired of being celibate as she was? Didn't Emma want to sleep with her? Oh, god, what if she didn't find her attractive anymore? She had gained 15 pounds already, only slightly over halfway through her pregnancy. Did that bother her wife? Emma could see the worry and thoughts stir in her wife's eyes and she took hold of each of the tan hands in each of her own.

"Regina, stop overthinking it. I just want to make sure that this is what you want. I want to make sure that you won't wake up tomorrow and wonder why we did it, and worry that we did it too soon."

"It's…it's not because I'm not attractive to you anymore?"

"No, Regina, that's not it at all. God, you have no idea how…sexy you are right now. All I want is to see you naked and watch you move while I make you come…but I just don't want you to wake up and regret it, ok? If you're sure it's what you want, I am all for it."

"Really?" the brunette asked, arching one eyebrow and rubbing her hands together.

"God, yes."

"Then…let's see how it goes." The blonde gave her a questioning look, just to be certain that the brunette really wanted it to happen. "Emma, I'm…I am just really tired of not being with you. I've forgiven you for the Neal thing, you've forgiven me for the thing with David…I just miss being with you and I want it. I want to make love with my wife. I want to touch you and for you to touch me and to not feel guilty about it. Our session with Archie today was great, I think that we made a lot of progress and just because we become intimate again…if we do…it doesn't mean that I expect all of our problems to be solved. There's still a lot of trust that we both have to earn back from each other, I know that, I think we both do. I just miss you. And I think that being together will remind us what we're fighting for. It can…up the ante, you might say." Emma gave no verbal response; she just cupped Regina's face in her hands and kissed her. She pressed her lips against her wife's plump ones, giving herself gently and wholly into the act. When Regina slid her tongue against the seal of warm, pink lips, Emma opened her mouth to let her wife deepen the kiss.

Pale hands explored the fuller curves of the brunette's body, lingering on the sides of the fuller breasts before moving down to slide down the swollen stomach and finally, latching onto slightly wider hips. She released a low moan when Regina's lips moved from her mouth to her neck and gently sucked the smooth skin that covered her pulse point. And Emma lost what little bit of control she had left. She pushed Regina down on the couch and clambered over her, less than gracefully but careful enough to not put any extra weight on the brunette. She undressed her wife quickly, wanting to have access to all of the beautiful olive skin she had missed so much. Once Regina was bare she pulled at Emma's top to rid her of it and before Emma allowed her to work at any other pieces of clothing, she ripped off her own bra before leaning down to press her lips back against her wife's warm ones.

She didn't know if it was because of how long they had gone without being together or the extra hormones working in the brunette's body, but Regina squirmed under every touch that was given to her skin. Emma decided to work with the enthusiastic response she was being given and she slowly kissed from Regina's mouth down her jawline, nipping at the corner of her well-defined jaw. She kissed all the way down her neck and over her collarbones, down her sternum and the valley between her breasts. She kneaded the swollen breasts while giving each one individual attention with her lips, tongue and teeth. Every moan that released from Regina's throat shot warmth through Emma and down to her core. She hesitated once she reached the brunette's protruding stomach, but continued kissing it right down the center, reveling in how beautiful the woman looked pregnant, especially naked. She dipped her tongue into the shallower navel and down right to the trimmed pubic area. She settled herself between Regina' legs, hooking one of the tan limbs over her shoulder, the other one bent out with the ankle hooked against Emma's calve. Emma looked up to Regina, catching chocolate eyes with her own.

"Are you sure?"

"Emma, yes, I am so sure. Continue, please, I—" Regina started, but Emma cut her off. She didn't want Regina to feel like she had to ask for it when it was something Emma had been so desiring. Before the other woman could request it properly, Emma settled her tongue against Regina's clit, tentatively, gently, licking it slowly and breathing in the other woman's scent that she had missed with a burning intensity. She slid one finger into her center and moaned at how swollen Regina's insides were.

"More, Emma." So she added a second finger and began pumping her hand slowly in time to her tongue, and Regina's hips bucked up against her face. Emma took it as a sign to move faster and harder, so she did. Regina had been sexually pent up for weeks and her body's reaction was to tense with her release more quickly than usual. When Emma felt the tell tale signs of the orgasm that her wife was approaching, she hooked her fingers inward toward Regina's special spot and sucked hard on her clit while flicking her tongue against it. The brunette's body started shaking and moans and gasps in the form of curses and Emma's name escaped through kiss-swollen lips. After Regina's body went limp with the end of her orgasm, Emma pulled her fingers out and straddled Regina's thighs. She raised her two pale fingers to her lips and watched Regina's pupils expand until her eyes were almost entirely black and sucked her wife's wetness from her own fingers.

"Fuck, Emma," Regina muttered. "I need you to take off your clothes and then get on your back."

"Ar—Are you sure?"

"Yes. Now hurry." Emma did as Regina told her while she watched the brunette push herself off the couch and into a kneeling position. The blonde, once again, marveled at how Regina could make pregnancy look so fucking sexy. She laid down on her back on the opposite end of the couch from where Regina had been laying, and Regina returned the favor without second guessing the act.

The next morning, the two women woke up on the couch in much of a similar manner to how they woke up on Tuesday morning before their session with Archie, only with no clothes and one shared blanket to cover them. Emma was the first of the two awake and she looked up at Regina, examining the closed eyes and the serene expression that she hadn't seen in far too long a time. She reached up with one hand and pushed a stray strand of dark hair behind its ear and let her fingertips brush across the cool skin of her cheekbone. The action caused Regina to wake and her eyes looked at Emma lovingly. Emma had missed that look.

"Good morning, beautiful," Emma whispered.

"Good morning to you as well, dear."

"Are you having morning after regrets?" Emma asked, not sure if she really wanted to hear the answer.

"Actually…no, none at all. I've missed you. I've missed us, Emma. This is exactly what I needed."

"Even though you said that we shouldn't have dived back into the physical stuff before…I mean, when you mentioned that in our session last week."

"Yes, but I said that because I hadn't offered you forgiveness yet, and honestly at that point in time, when we were kissing and touching before, I wasn't sure then that I would forgive you. Last night, we both knew we were forgiven, it was even ground again."

"But it wasn't."

"What do you mean?" Regina asked, looked at Emma with a confused and slightly worried expression.

"Regina…it's not going to be even ground for a long time. I have so much making up to do, so much to fight for and to go through to prove to you that you can trust me."

"Yes. And you started that by trusting me that I was ready for…this, last night. I don't regret it. I just want to be able to move on. I've been in pain too long over this and I don't want to think about it everyday all day until I go crazy. Last night…last night you made me feel beautiful and loved, something I haven't been feeling very much of lately, and it felt so very good. Thank you."

"You really don't need to thank me for sex. You have no idea how much I wanted that, how amazing it felt to touch you again."

"This whole huge belly thing doesn't bother you?"

"Not even a little bit. And it's not huge, Regina, it's actually small compared to other pregnant women I've seen halfway through a pregnancy. You're way hotter than I was." Regina blushed lightly.

"Do you work today?"

"No, Sunday wasn't covered, so I'm off today and tomorrow and I work Sunday."

"Mmm, ok, then why don't you come to lunch with Ruby and me?" Regina offered.

"Are you sure? You don't want it to just be you and Ruby?"

"Actually…I'm quite certain. She is going to be able to smell you on me and I'd rather not deal with her talking about it at lunch in the diner. I was going to invite your father to come so she definitely wouldn't bring it up, but you're such a better option."

"I am?"

Regina let out a low hum. "Why does this feel uncomfortable? Back before you wouldn't have responded to that with a question, you would have given me a "damn right" or "hell yeah, I am" this still seems somewhat uncomfortable."

"Yeah. I mean, Regina, we spent many weeks not even able to utter more than a sentence or two to each other, and there were entire days when we wouldn't even look at each other. I think we're doing fine."

"Yes?"

"Yeah. I'll come to lunch. It'll be fun. Why don't you still invite dad. Ruby will be even more likely to tease us if we're both there. Ruby doesn't lack tact enough to talk about it in front of dad."

Regina chuckled. "Alright, dear. Now, help me get this blanket around the two off us so we don't have to walk upstairs naked."

Emma laid on the bed under their sheets without dressing herself and waited there while Regina got ready for work. When the brunette walked out of the closet, pulling at the pants she had just pulled over her belly, Emma leaned up on one elbow.

"Regina?"

"Yes, darling?" she responded. She stopped fidgeting and her eyes searched Emma's.

"You've been feeling fine with the pregnancy?" Regina hummed. "I mean, you seem like you're doing well, but you don't talk about it. I just wanted to make sure everything was fine."

"Yes, everything is fine."

"Oh, well, good."

"Emma, would you like to come to my next appointment?"

Emma sat up excitedly, nodding quickly. "Yes! Can I? That would be great!"

"Ok. I need to go now. I'll see you at the diner for lunch? I love you." She leaned down to where Emma was on the bed, placed the palm flat against the space above Emma's heart and took her lips against her own in a soft and sweet kiss that only lasted a moment before she pulled away. "Oh, how I love you," she repeated, just above a whisper.

"I love you too," Emma replied breathlessly. "Have a good day. I'll see you later."