A/N: I'm back off my holidays now which means the updates should be daily again … depending on my workload when I get back in the office tomorrow! Thanks for sticking with me over the past two weeks and once again thank you all so much for the reviews/favourites/follows. I will reply to all reviews as and when I get around to it!

P.S. I tried really hard to make sure there weren't any spoilers for the movie mentioned below. I think I succeeded. And if you've not seen the mentioned film, do it!

Emma exhaled heavily and leant back against the wall, strands of her loose blonde hair tangling in the rough brick surface. She rubbed her hands over her face, trying to clear her head, and looked out over the sunny prison yard. This was all getting too much. It wan't enough that she was stuck in jail thanks to her ex boyfriend but now she had to deal with carrying his child too? A child she didn't even have the strength to look at, to come face to face with. Emma knew she would have to acknowledge the pregnancy sooner or later, not least when her stomach started to swell, but she wasn't ready yet. How could she be when she was never going to be the baby's mother? Even if she wasn't in prison, would she be capable of providing for a child? It wasn't like she had a good role model growing up: more like several bad ones. Emma couldn't be a mother. She couldn't care for a child, another human completely dependent on her. This baby was going to be adopted and have a wonderful life. Without her.

"Swan?" came a gentle voice.

Emma opened her eyes and looked into the concerned face of her friend stood beside her.

"Oh, Snow, hey," she greeted, with a weak smile.

"What's wrong?" the pixie brunette asked as she watched the blonde carefully. Emma was still slumped against the wall, looking tired, sad, and confused.

"Nothing, I'm fine," Emma lied.

"No you're not," Snow pushed. "You can talk to me, you know. I'm a good listener," she assured.

Emma sighed and stood upright, away from the wall. She knew she was going to have to tell her friends sooner or later. She just wished it could be much, much later. "Wanna walk?"

Snow nodded and fell into step beside the taller woman, both walking in silence for a few minutes. Emma was trying to work out how best to tell her friend, whilst Snow was patiently waiting for the blonde to be ready to tell her what was bothering her.

"How long have you got left in here Snow?" Emma asked suddenly.

"Just shy of two years, why?" the brunette responded.

"This place makes you think, doesn't it," Emma said slowly, "about time I mean. We all get told how long we have to be locked up for and then we spend that time counting the days, weeks, months until we get out. But so much can happen in that time. Outside these fences, the world keeps turning and everything will be different when we leave. And inside too, everything changes."

Snow nodded as she listened. She had already been in prison for a year and understood exactly what the blonde was saying. She just wasn't sure why Emma was talking about this now.

"I know," the pixie brunette replied. "Time is warped in here somehow. I think it goes slower because we're so obsessed by it. And everything that happens inside is magnified somehow. Things which wouldn't be a big deal outside these walls become the most important thing in the world in a prison."

"And the most important thing in the world outside of prison becomes so massively overwhelming inside that I don't know how to face it," Emma sighed heavily.

"Swan," Snow said, grabbing Emma's arm and stopping the blonde's progress. She stepped in front of the tormented woman and looked up into her face. "What's going on?"

Emma saw her friend's concern and genuine worry for her own well being before her. Tears stung her eyes as she realised how much she cared for the older woman before her and she blinked them back rapidly. She knew she could trust Snow with her secret, and she knew she had to tell somebody because there was no way she could get through the next six months alone.

Taking a deep breath, Emma shut her eyes tightly before speaking. "I'm pregnant."

Silence.

After a few seconds, Emma tentatively opened her eyes and glanced at the woman still stood before her. Snow's face was blank, unreadable. Emma waited, nervously picking at her nails.

"Congratulations!" Snow squealed suddenly as she pulled Emma into a tight hug.

"NO TOUCHING INMATES!" called Hunter, who was patrolling nearby.

The brunette pulled back quickly and beamed up into Emma's surprised face.

"Congratulations?" Emma asked, cocking her head.

"Of course," Snow nodded. "Having a baby is the most amazing thing in the world. It's a gift Swan and you have to treasure every moment of this entire experience."

Emma snorted and set off on their walk again.

"This is hardly a gift, Snow," Emma declared. "I'm in prison, my ex has fucked off to save his own skin and I'm completely alone. I can't keep the baby because I will still have four months left to serve when I give birth. This is the shittest give I have ever been given."

"Don't say that," Snow exclaimed. "Every baby is a gift. And I admit the timing isn't great," Emma snorted again, "but I'm sure you can work something out. And you're not alone. You have me, Red, Boyd, and French. And Mills?" she added.

Emma looked sideways at her friend. "She doesn't know."

"Are you guys getting serious?" Snow asked. She hadn't questioned her friend about the budding relationship but she had seen then two of them together multiple times over the past week.

"It's our fourth date tonight," Emma said, a smile gracing her lips for the first time since they started walking, her heart lightening a little at the just thought of the brunette.

"You need to tell her, Swan," Snow said kindly.

Emma sighed once more, running her hand through her hair as the two of them made their way back into the building. "I know," she nodded, "but for now, can we keep this just between us?"

"Of course," the brunette smiled as the two of them walked back to their bunks.

Emma moved down the overly bright corridor, counting doors. She had returned from her walk with Snow to find a note on her pillow and it had made her smile despite the difficult day she had had.

Emma,

Knock on the fourth door on the left in the East Wing corridor tonight at 7:30. I can't wait to see you.

R x

As she reached the correct door, Emma peered through into the dark room beyond, frowning in confusion. She raised her hand and knocked twice on the door. After a few seconds, she heard footsteps on the other side and the lock clicked open.

Regina's dazzling smile made Emma's heart clench as the door swung open and the brunette stepped back to let her pass. The older woman closed the door behind her and moved to stand in front of Emma.

"Hi," she said, smiling up at the blonde before she rocked onto her tip toes and placed a gentle kiss onto Emma's lips.

Hi," the younger woman whispered as they broke apart. Sliding her arms around Regina's slender frame, she pulled the delectable plump lips back towards her and kissed Regina again, moving her mouth gently over the soft flesh.

When they broke apart once more, Regina took hold of Emma's hand, interlaced their fingers and led the confused woman over to a blanket on the floor she had previously not noticed. Around the blanket, several small candles cast flickering lights over the room.

"Where are we?" Emma asked, looking around as she sat on the proffered cushion.

"It's one of the rooms they use for group meetings," Regina explained as she moved to a nearby table and began unwrapping the packages there.

"How come you have a key?" Emma asked as she watched Regina curiously.

"I have stolen several keys to several rooms here over the past two years," Regina said as she carried several plates expertly to the blanket and placed them down.

"What's all this?" Emma asked as she helped Regina arranged the plates on the floor.

"A picnic," Regina explained. "Hang on, I'll just bring the rest of it over."

Emma grinned as she looked down at the mini sandwiches arranged neatly on the plates in front of her and the smile widened still as bowls of chips, dips and sliced carrot and cucumber sticks appeared. Regina also placed two glasses and a bottle of a cloudy, amber liquid on the floor before sitting gracefully on her own cushion.

"This looks amazing Regina," Emma said as she swiped a carrot stick and munched on it quickly. Fresh vegetables were severely lacking in their regular meals at FCI.

"Thank you dear," Regina smiled. "It's not exactly fine dining but Athena allowed me to take what I wanted from the fridge earlier. She's trying so desperately to get back in my good books. It's almost endearing."

Emma laughed as she took another carrot stick. Regina swatted her hand as the blonde brought the food to her mouth.

"Patience please," Regina scolded gently. "Would you like a drink?"

Emma nodded. "What is that?"

"Cider," Regina stated. "I brew it myself. The quality of the product here is not as good as when I have access to my preferred apple variety but it is the best hooch in this place." As the brunette spoke, she poured two generous glasses of the drink.

"It's alcoholic?" Emma asked, her hand subconsciously drifting to her stomach once more.

"Yes, is that a problem?" Regina asked, turning to look at the blonde.

"I don't drink," Emma said, moving her hand quickly to her knee and praying Regina didn't notice its previous position.

"Oh," Regina said, looking slightly crestfallen. "I forgot you were only eighteen." She poured one of the ciders back into the bottle and stood to fetch a soda from the table.

"Does it bother you?" Emma asked. "Our age difference," she clarified when Regina turned back, looking confused.

"Not really," the brunette said as she passed Emma a coke. "I mean, six years is quite a lot but I don't think of you as immature or young. Age is just a number and if we're equals in every other aspect of our relationship then I'm ok with it."

"Are we in a relationship now?" Emma asked as Regina sat back down beside her.

"I'd like to be," Regina smiled, reaching out her hand to take Emma's and squeezing gently.

"Me too," Emma grinned as she leant towards Regina and kissed her lips soundly.

"Dinner?" the brunette asked as they broke apart.

"Yes please!" Emma smiled as she reached out to take an egg and cress sandwich from the plate in front of her. Frowning when Regina's hand stilled her arm's progress, she looked up into the chocolate eyes beside her in confusion.

"You have one more decision to make," Regina said, reaching under the blanket and pulling out two DVDs. "Thelma and Louise or Breakfast at Tiffany's?"

Emma gaped. "You got DVDs and a TV down here?" Regina nodded proudly. "You're the best prison girlfriend I could ever hope for!"

Regina laughed as she stood up and moved to uncover the television which had been hidden in the shadows of the room. Wheeling it forward on the trolly, she turned and raised a questioning eyebrow to Emma.

"Erm, Thelma and Louise please!" she decided. "Those two women are so kick ass!"

Regina nodded her agreement and put the disc in to play before sitting back down on the floor.

"Ok, now you can eat, honey," she said, laughing again as Emma all but dived for the sandwiches and munched hungrily as the opening credits played.

Regina subtly wiped her eyes as the screen went black. The end of the movie always got to her. She ran her hand slowly through Emma's curls. The blonde was lying with her head in the brunette's lap, her hair fanned out over her knees. As Regina's fingers snagged a small tangle, Emma turned to smile up at the older woman, her eyes also glistening.

"I love that movie," Emma whispered as she gazed up into her lover's face.

"Me too," Regina nodded. "They're such amazing women and incredibly loyal friends."

"What would you have done?" Emma asked, bringing her hand up to lace her fingers with Regina's.

"It would depend who I was with in the car," Regina said.

"Me."

There was a pause. "I'd do the same thing."

Emma smiled before reaching up to pull Regina down for a soft kiss. "Me too," the blonde breathed as they broke apart. The brunette brought their lips back together, her tongue slipping out to dance along the seam of Emma's mouth. The blonde immediately opened her lips, moaning as the hot muscle slithered in to swipe over her own tongue. She pulled Regina closer, rolling off the brunette's lap and moving so Regina could lie on top of her. The delicious feel of the toned body pressed against her own caused Emma to groan before rocking her pelvis up to grind against Regina's.

"We should be getting back," Regina panted, as she reluctantly broke a heated kiss twenty minutes later. Emma pouted up at her, sliding her fingernails up and down Regina's back beneath her top before pulling the kiss swollen lips back to her own. The brunette chuckled into the kiss and allowed Emma to roll them over, the blonde straddling her hips as she lightly pinned Regina's arms beside her head.

"I don't want to leave," Emma muttered as she placed light kisses down the column of Regina's neck until she reached the top of her shirt.

"Me neither," Regina groaned as Emma's tongue slid across her skin. "But it's almost time for lights out and I don't think we want the guards to come looking for us do we."

Emma shook her head but continued to taste and tease the older woman. Sighing, Regina wriggled her still pinned hands free and gently pushed Emma away from her. Grumbling, the blonde sat up without resistance, her green eyes hazy with lust as she looked at the woman beneath her.

"I wish we didn't have to go back to our separate bunks tonight," Emma admitted.

"I know," Regina nodded, tapping Emma's thighs and indicating the blonde needed to get off her. The two women stood up and straightened their clothes before packing away the remnants of their picnic food and shutting off the television.

As they stood by the door, Emma reached for Regina's hand and brought the knuckles to her lips, kissing them softly.

"Thank you for tonight, Regina," Emma whispered. "I had a wonderful time."

"You're welcome, Emma. I had an amazing time too," Regina smiled before leaning up to place one last tender kiss to the blonde's lips. "And don't forget, our next date is the fifth …"

With that, Regina swept from the room, Emma's groan reaching her ears as she strode back down the corridor.

I hope the movie part made sense to those who haven't seen Thelma and Louise. Basically the end is the two women deciding to stick together in the face of insurmountable obstacles ... It's romantic that both Emma and Regina would choose to do the same thing!