A/N: HELLOOOOOO! I'm a ball of happy right now. Why? NO IDEA. But hey, I'm not complaining. I had lots of fun writing this. Especially the last part. I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE THE LAST PART. Anyhow, time to go teach myself three chapters of Chemistry that we're testing over in class tomorrow. Wish me luck! OH! And don't forget to review because I like to read them a super lot and they make me smile and I don't bite...often... and...yup, that's about it. Goodnight. Good morning. Good whatever-time-of-day-it-is-at-your-house. I hope you all enjoy super amounts.
All my love,
~R.

"Excuse me, ma'am. My girlfriend, son and I have been waiting for hours to be seen," Regina spoke to the woman sitting in the chair behind the counter.

The dark-skinned woman pushed a stray curl behind her hair before looking up at the woman intruding upon her concentration. "Well, we are a busy place Miss…"

"Mills. Regina Mills," Regina filled in for the nurse.

"We're a busy place Miss Mills. There's nothing more I can say," the nurse gave an apologetic shrug and turned back to the files and computer in front of her.

"But, ma'am, my girlfriend broke her foot this morning and she's in quite a bit of pain," Regina argued, gaining the woman's attention again. "I was just wondering how much longer it would be before we were seen."

"Which one is she?" the nurse stood up and scanned the room. "The one with the kid, right?" She asked, picking them out of the crowd instantly.

Regina turned, nodding her head as she did so. Emma sat in a wheelchair across the room, facing the women at the counter. She didn't notice the two sets of eyes on her, though, as she listened to Henry talk amicably about his night with Gramma and Aunty Kat. The boy was perched on Emma's lap, facing her, and waving his hands wildly as he spoke. In turn, Emma made exaggerated facial expressions as she listened to the story.

Regina watched as Emma whispered something into Henry's ear before he whipped around in her lap and waved at toward her and the nurse, shouting a loud, "Hi Momma!" across the crowded room. Behind him Emma smirked, waving as well.

Regina smiled and waved back before turning back to the nurse and responding, "That's them."

"You and your partner have a lovely family Miss Mills, but it doesn't look like she is in that much pain at the moment," the nurse responded. "She's just going to have to wait until things slow down a bit more. We'll try to get her a room as quickly as possible."

Regina was stunned into silence. Family? Surely people didn't look at them like that already. They were just starting to date.

"Thank you," she answered on autopilot. "I'll go tell her."

Emma watched Regina walk towards her, the look on the darker woman's face showing shock and confusion.

"You okay?" the blonde whispered in Regina's ear, making sure to not tip Henry off to anything that could be wrong.

People think we're a family.

"Everything's fine, though you may have to wait a bit longer," Regina answered, watching the blonde cringe. "I know, Emma. I told her you were in pain, but she said they're busy and we're just going to have to wait."

"I guess it'll be alright because I have you and Henry here," the blonde whispered, keeping eye contact with the woman for a second before looking up to the boy in her lap, who was staring at the two women.

Before either woman could get out another word, a blonde woman in dark blue scrubs rounded the corner. Peering down at her file for a name, the woman glanced back up into the room and said, "Emma Swan."

Emma looked at Henry, "Ready bud?" She watched him give a small nod before she went on. "I don't think you are. You need to hold on so Momma can push us over there."

"Otay," Henry turned in her lap and settled down, Emma wrapping an arm around his middle.

Regina stood and grabbed the handles behind Emma's seat, pushing her towards the nurse. "You didn't have to wait that much longer. You must be a lucky one, my dear."

"I'd say so," Emma agreed. "I mean, I got you, didn't I?" Emma turned in her chair and stretched to kiss Regina's hand. It was awkward as the blond hand to hold Henry and contort her body in the chair in order to do so, but the meaning behind it was conveyed.

"Right this way, Mrs. Swan," the nurse instructed, taking the lead.

When they reached the room, Regina put the breaks on the wheelchair and hoisted Henry off of Emma's lap and up onto the hospital bed with her. The two sat as quietly as they could as Emma answered all of the nurse's questions. Soon the nurse left, promising the doctor's arrival to be soon.

"Sooo... " Emma began. "How 'bout that, Reggie?"

"How about what, dear?" the brunette asked in return, genuinely confused.

"That nurse," Emma said, raising her eyebrows.

"Are you asking me if I found her attractive?" Regina raised a brow in offense, "Because you must know, Miss Swan, that I am not one to look at others while in a relationship, and furthermore-"

Emma reached out and grabbed Regina's hand. "While I would've probably checked her out if I had been single, no. I wasn't looking at her in that way, and I wasn't asking if you found her attractive. I was referring to her calling you Mrs. Swan."

"Oh," Regina said quietly. She looked over at Henry, watching him talk excitedly to his stuffed T-rex that he made sure to bring along. She wished that her own life was still that carefree. "Well…"

Both women heard a small succession of knocks on the door that signaled the doctor was entering.

"Good afternoon, Ladies," the doctor stepped through the door, a small smile gracing her lips. "I'm Dr. Eva Zambrano. I'll be helping you all out today. Which one of you is Emma?"

Emma raised her hand, giving it a small wave to gain the brunette medic's attention, "That'd be me."

"Hello, Emma," she greeted again before looking down at her files. "It looks like you're here for x-rays on your foot, yes?"

"Yeah," Emma stared at the doctor, watching as her eyes raked over her face and body. "I'm pretty sure it's broken, if the pain's anything to go by."

"I see," she said, kneeling down to look at the appendage. "I'm assuming it's the one with no shoe and a lot of bruising?" The brunette doctor caught a nod from both the blonde and her girlfriend out of the corner of her eye. "And do you mind telling me what events led to your foot breaking?"

"Aunty Kat said bad words and Emma dwopped the waffler on her piggy toes," Henry jumped in the conversation, eager to help. He looked up at his mother with a wide smile and nodded his head. "Right, Momma?"

"Right, baby," she responded, trying not to gush too much over how cute her little boy could be. She kissed the side of his head as Emma stared on, giggling lightly.

"That's the gist of it," Emma said, facing back towards the doctor.

"I see," the doctor nodded, raking her eyes up and down the blonde's body a few more times before she spoke again. "And may I ask how you got all of these other bruises? Because I doubt a waffle could leave fist and finger bruises all over your arms."

"That's a long story," Emma sighed out.

Before the blonde could explain further, Dr. Zamrano turned to the mother-son duo sitting on the hospital bed. "Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to step out of the room while I speak to Miss Swan."

Regina's brows furrowed in confusion. "Why would you want me to leave? She just needs x-rays on her foot."

"She's actually going to receive full-body x-rays today," the doctor responded, still looking Emma up and down, "but before that can happen, I need to hear what happened today, and sometimes it's easier for a person to speak freely about such topics if there aren't any external forces leading them to lie or not tell the whole truth for whatever reason."

Emma inhaled sharply as she saw realization dawn on her girlfriend's face. Realization, and something that looked a lot like firey, boiling anger.

"Stop. You stop right there," Regina stood with Henry in her hands, quickly depositing him on Emma's lap. She walked to the doctor and stood nose-to-nose with the other woman. "I refuse to let you insinuate that I could have ever laid my hands on the woman I love in such a way."

The doctor didn't shy away, but instead stood firm in her place, responding truthfully, "It wouldn't be the first time I've seen it."

Regina visibly snarled at the words, her lip curled in disgust. "I will only repeat myself once, Doctor. I have never and will never place my hands on someone I love like that. To a stranger such as yourself, though, I would have no problem inflicting the worst pain imaginable."

A hand on her wrist and a soft whisper of "Reggie" stopped her from continuing on with any further threats. Instead, the brunette whirled around, hoisted her son onto her hip and said, "We'll be outside."

The door slammed shut with finality and the doctor turned to Emma, "I didn't mean to upset your wife, but it really wouldn't be the first time I've seen this, and I'd rather not have you and that little boy in here on stretchers some day because I didn't ask now."

"Stretchers?" Emma asked, shocked beyond belief. "Look, doc, I really think you have the wrong impression of Regina. On a bunch of different levels."

"Do I, Mrs. Swan?" the doctor looked at her with understanding showing in her eyes. "Look, I know how hard it is to tell someone about this kind of thing, I truly do, but you need to know that if anything is happening, now is the time to tell someone."

"I'm sorry you had to go through something like that, Doctor, but I'm telling you this is all a big, huge, gigantic misunderstanding. Starting with everyone's idea that Regina is my wife."

The next twenty minutes were spent with Emma recounting the day's events to other woman who sat in the room. She watched the emotions skip through the doctor's eyes, answered all questions she had asked, and explained everything as thoroughly as she could.

"And now we're here," Emma finished, smiling at the doctor. "I honestly don't think I need full body x-rays. I can already tell my ribs are bruised, but I doubt anything is broken. I'd really just like to get a cast on my foot, and maybe some pain killers, and go home with my girlfriend and her son."

"I'll page the x-ray tech.I still want full-bodies just to be sure. Until she gets here, I have some serious apologizing to do with the woman outside," the doctor shook her head. "This oughta be fun."

"Don't tell her I said this," Emma started, "but good luck. You're gonna need it. I've never been on her shit list, but I'm afraid it's going to take a miracle to ever get you off of it." Both women laughed before Emma continued, "She's a great woman. She's been through so much, and she feels things so deeply, and you just attacked the side of her that brings out her intensity the most," Emma watched the doctor cringe. "I'm not saying this to scare you, but to help you understand her before you go out there and put your foot in your mouth...Again."

Laughter once again broke the intensity, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Light knocking signalled someone at the door.

"That would be your x-ray tech," the doctor told Emma, opening the door to reveal a small brunette with long hair. "I'm going to use this room to apologize to your partner. If the door is completely closed when you come back, you're still okay to enter, alright?"

"Alright," Emma smiled, looking from the doctor to the newcomer in the room.

"Ready, Emma?" the woman asked, her demeanor refreshingly chipper after all Emma had witnessed that day.

"I was born ready," the blonde replied, smiling as the woman trailed behind her chair and pushed her out the door. She turned in her chair towards the woman wheeling her down the hallway. "Can we stop next to those two?" she pointed at the pair sitting in the only two chairs in the hallway.

The technician rolled to a stop and Emma grabbed Regina's hand, causing her to look up. Tear tracks highlighted her cheeks, and she looked back down to Henry, who was sleeping in the chair next to her.

"I love you," Emma whispered, reaching out to the woman and pulling her into a hug. "I love you and I know you'd never do anything to hurt me."

The brunette just nodded in the embrace and pulled back. "Just go get this over with. It's Saturday and I've already missed my snuggle and cartoon times with my son," the slight whine in the woman's voice forced a small smile out of the blonde that was reciprocated by the brunette.

"Alright!" Emma said, turning back to the woman standing behind her chair. "You heard the woman. Let's get this over with!"

Fourty-five minutes later, Emma was wheeled back into the room. She smiled at the sight before her: Regina and Henry wrapped up in a warm sheet, asleep. In the corner, the TV buzzed with the cacophony of Tom & Jerry.

"Will you be alright?" the woman who had wheeled her in asked.

"I'll be good, thanks."

"Good. I'll send the doctor when she has time," the woman made her way towards the door as Emma wheeled herself over to the side of the bed.

The blonde sat staring at the small family who were preoccupying her hospital bed. It didn't take long, but they had captured her heart. Regina was beautiful inside and out. She was fierce. She fought for what she wanted and she protected what she had with her life. And then there was Henry. His goofy, lopsided smile and wild imagination reminded the blonde of herself when she was his age.

She wasn't sure how long she sat there, but suddenly she was pulled out of her reverie with a hand on her shoulder.

"Emma," a voice called softly, clearly noting that the two on the bed were sleeping.

Emma spun her chair to face the doctor, who seemed much better than when she had left. "Hey Doc."

"Hello," the woman kept her voice low as she pulled her x-ray slides out of a folder and hung them on the machine attached to the wall. She flicked a switch, allowing light to radiate through the slides, showing the parts of her foot that were fractured. "As you can see here, you have multiple breaks in your foot. I'm surprised you've been able to handle this pain so well, as most patients would be in tears for this kind of thing."

"Well, you didn't see me in the radiologist's room while she was moving my foot in all different directions," Emma said with a small laugh.

The doctor laughed along before continuing, "We're definitely going to need to put a hard cast on your foot, but the rest of your body seems fine. No broken ribs. No broken anything but your foot, honestly."

"Good," Emma nodded along, just ready for everything to be over with.

"There are some other things we need to talk about, though," the doctor preluded.

"I thought we were past this, doc."

"No, no. This isn't about Regina, necessarily," she covered. "The two of us had a lovely discussion where I apologized profusely and she promised not to kill me," the brunette explained. "This is more about you. I'm going to be writing you a prescription for painkillers. While on these there can be a whole bunch of side effects that can be dangerous. While you take them I don't want you driving or operating anything. I want you to take it easy for the next two weeks. Find a place to stay and someone to take care of you. Oh," the doctor added, as an afterthought, "you'll also be confined to crutches for those two weeks."

Emma groaned, "Crutches? But can't you see I'm already a klutz? That's why I'm here."

Dr. Zambrano just laughed, "I'll have you out of here as soon as we finish the cast. Lord knows I don't need your whining any more today.

"Yeah, yeah."

"You're so pretty, Reggie," Emma slurred as she leaned on the woman who was helping her to the door. "You're like a giant sexy black kitten. All soft and fierce and mysterious and stuff."

"Thank you, Emma," the brunette huffed in return, struggling to make it up the stairs with the blonde attached to her side.

If that idiot doctor had only waited to give her these stupid painkillers.

The brunette sighed internally as she opened the door. This kind of thing was much easier with Henry the first time around. Thank God the boy was sleeping and didn't put up too much of a fuss when his mother laid him down in his bed.

"Emma, sweetheart, you have to help me a little or we'll never make it up the stairs and to the bedroom," Regina responded as she kicked the front door closed, hoping the blonde would understand. If she were to be honest, it was a miracle they had made it this far.

"Yes, sex kitten," Emma giggle and purred in her ear.

Regina shivered. This shouldn't be having the effect on her that it currently was. Emma was high on painkillers. They made her say things that she wouldn't normally. Furthermore, Regina never thought being compared to a cat would be a good thing. But, damn, if the purring didn't turn the older brunette on. That was, until Emma added some silly mewling to the end. Now it was just getting weird.

"C'mon, Emma," Regina encouraged. "Only a few more steps and we can lay down for a nap.

"Will you nap with me, Reggie?" Emma asked with a pout on her face. "I want you to nap with me."

"Maybe, Emma," Regina offered. "I'm not sure, yet, if I can. I have to start making supper and I have to make sure everything is lined up for you to stay here."

Finally, the two women made it to the bed, and Regina gently laid Emma down before stepping away and into the bathroom. She wasn't gone for a full two minutes before she heard loud whines from the bedroom.

"Reeeeeeggggggiiiiiinnnnaaaaa. Come back to me, Reeeeggggiiinnnaaaa."

The brunette burst out of the bathroom and walked next to the bed. "Emma, you have to be quieter. Henry's down for his nap."

Emma's eyes widened comically, "Oh no! I didn't mean to wake him up. I'm sorry. Reggie."

"You didn't wake him, Emma, but you have to be more careful when he's sleeping. I'm not upset with you," she assured and fought back a giggle as the blonde's face relaxed back to normal. As she turned around to walk away, a hand grabbed her wrist and yanked her onto the bed. "Emma Swan!" she quietly shouted, trying to display her displeasure without waking her son.

"I lost my teddy bear, Reggie. Will you sleep with me tonight?" the blonde wrapped herself around Regina in typical koala style, giving the older woman no choice.

"I guess," Regina grumbled, a smile lighting up her features through the grumpy tone.

Minutes later, when the brunette was sure her koala girlfriend was fast asleep, she tried to remove herself from the tight grip, if only to breathe a little better.

"Shhhhh…" Emma shushed her, squeezing tighter. "Stop moving. I'm picturing stuff."

"I have no idea why you're shushing me when I was making no noise, Emma."

"Shhh…" she repeated. "I'm picturing things."

"Picturing what, Emma?" the brunette asked, still trying to wiggle herself free of the crushing grip.

"You and me. And Henry. And Weddings," Emma smiled, her eyes still closed. "We'd make cute babies, you and me. And we'd have hot chocolate and cinnamon and you'd be so pretty. A sexy black kitten in a beautiful white dress."

Regina's heart paused in her chest. It was a bad idea to entertain these thoughts, no matter if it were in her mind or Emma's.

….But is it really that bad?