A/N: there may or may not be a cliffhanger at the end of this chapter and I may or may not have no plans for tomorrow except to write for you lovely people!
Warm water ran in rivulets down Emma's body as the blonde stared at her stomach. Sliding her hand over the smooth skin, she tried to determine whether it had grown since her previous inspection in the shower the day before. Tilting her head to the side, she watched as droplets trailed down her body, gathering weight before dropping to the floor as they reached just below her naval. She was definitely bigger, she realised, giving her abdomen one final rub before she got on with shampooing her hair.
Pulling on her baggy prison uniform, Emma exited the shower stall and observed herself in the bathroom mirror, jostled by the many inmates on either side of her also getting ready for work and grumbling about Mondays. There was no way anyone would suspect her pregnancy in that outfit. The material hung shapelessly from her breasts, dropping down and giving her body no form at all. For once, Emma was glad they were forced to wear the uniform. Combing her damp hair and brushing her teeth, she checked her appearance one final time and headed for work.
"How do you make a call in here?" Emma asked.
Boyd looked up from her laundry load, surprised. "You've been inside over two months. How have you never made a call before?"
Emma shrugged. "Don't have many people on the outside."
"Ok. So who do you want to call now?" Boyd asked, curious.
"An old friend."
"An old boyfriend?" Boyd asked, winking. Emma had told her about the pregnancy after she returned from the hospital and the other blonde had asked whether Neal knew he was going to be a father.
"I told you," Emma said, exasperated. "I don't know where Neal is and even if I did, I don't want him to know. It's not like he'd take care of the kid anyway."
"So who are you calling?" Boyd asked again.
"A friend," Emma repeated.
"Ok," Boyd said, slowly. "Well you can buy phone chips from commissary. One minute is one cent."
"Thanks," Emma said, finishing loading her machine and wiping her brow. The heat from all the machines and dryers made the laundry room stifling at times. "You mind if I take a quick break now?"
"The call's that important?" Boyd asked. Emma nodded mutely. "OK, I'll cover for you if a CO comes to check on us."
"Thanks," Emma grinned as she scooted out of the room.
Emma tapped her nails impatiently against the phone booth as she heard the automated message about prison charges play through, waiting for the caller to accept.
"Hello?" came a distant voice after a few seconds. Emma hadn't heard from her in two years but she recognised her friend immediately.
"Lily, hi it's Emma," the blonde said, leaning back against the wall and praying the other woman wouldn't hang up. There was a long pause.
"Emma Swan?"
"Yeah."
"What the fuck are you doing in jail?" Lily asked.
"Men are dicks," Emma said shortly.
Lily laughed. Emma had missed that sound. "Well I did try to convince you of that three years ago but you weren't so sure."
"I'm in agreement now."
"You met someone?" Lily asked, a hint of jealously evident in her tone.
"Yeah," Emma admitted.
"I hope she deserves you Emma," Lily said. "I didn't and I'm sorry for leaving the way I did."
"It's all forgiven Lils," Emma assured. "We were young and stupid and didn't have a clue what we were really doing. Don't feel guilty, honestly."
"Thanks," Lily said quietly. There was another pause. "So, what can I do for you? I assumed you didn't call just to chat."
"No," Emma admitted. "I need a favour."
"Sure. What is it?"
"I need you to get a phone number for me," Emma explained. "Her name is Cora Mills and she works with racehorses. I can't imagine she'd be too hard to find on google."
"Hang on," Lily said. "Let me plug in my hands free and I'll search now for you."
"Ooh, look at you with your fancy phone," Emma teased.
"What can I say, my sugar mummy treats me well."
Emma laughed and waited as she listened to rustling and tapping whilst Lily plugged in her headphones.
"Ok, let me check. Cora Mills. Racehorses. Know the state?"
"No," Emma frowned, realised she didn't know where her girlfriend had been born and making a mental note to ask later.
"Gimme a minute," Lily said.
Emma waited nervously. She had toyed with the idea of contacting Regina's mother all weekend but when she had seen the brunette's wounded lip that morning, her mind had been made up.
"Got it!" came Lily's triumphant voice. "You have a pen Emma?" she asked. The blonde replied in the affirmative and scribbled the digits on the palm of her hand.
"Thank you so much Lily, I owe you one," Emma said, capping her pen and slipping it back into her pocket.
"No problem, Emma. Just do me one favour."
"Anything," Emma said.
"Don't be a stranger. I missed you." The line went dead and Emma slowly replaced the receiver. She took a moment to recall her relationship with her ex girlfriend. They had been so young, so carefree. It was just fun for Emma. At the time she didn't even know if she was into girls and their experimenting was never serious. But now Emma was starting to think perhaps the relationship meant more to Lily than it had to her. Vowing to make it up to her friend in the future, Emma took a deep breath before lifting the telephone once more and dialling the number scribbled on her hand.
"Don't you think Maleficant looks an awful lot like Faery?" Regina mused as she and Emma walked back to their bunks hand in hand. They had crammed into the overpacked television room as they did every Monday to watch Once Upon A Time. The brunette glanced sideways at her girlfriend when she received no answer. "Emma, did you hear me?"
"What?" Emma started, turning to looked at Regina and quickly fixing a smile on her face. "Sorry."
"Are you ok?" Regina asked.
"Fine."
"I don't believe you," Regina said, just as they reached her bunk. Arendelle II (as Emma has christened her) was nowhere to be seen so the brunette pulled Emma inside and the two of them sat on her bed. "You've been acting odd all afternoon. Honey, please tell me what's going on. Is it the baby?"
"No," Emma assured her. "Everything is fine, I promise."
Regina looked sceptical but nodded her head. She didn't want to push her girlfriend into speaking about something she wasn't ready for.
"Ok, you want to hang out in here for a while?" the brunette asked, reclining onto her pillow and winking at Emma.
The blonde practically dove on top of her girlfriend, kissing her hard and forcing her angst away as her tongue swept across a plump lip before her mouth engulfed the flesh, sucking hard. Regina moaned, drawing Emma closer as her hands fisted in her hair. Emma's own fingers quested immediately underneath Regina's top, nails scraping teasingly up her abdomen until she reached the bottom of a lacy bra. Yanking the cup down, Emma skimmed her thumb quickly over a hardening nipple before pinching it between her fingers. Regina groaned and arched into the touch. Emma bit the lip still nestled in her mouth and pulled backwards, drawing the skin with her until she let go and it sprung back into place. The blonde looked down wide eyed at her girlfriend, lipstick smeared all over her mouth and her eyes black with arousal.
Their mouths reconnected as Emma's hand continued to harshly squeeze Regina's breast and play with her sensitive bud. Regina's hand slid down Emma's back, toying with the waistband of her pants but staying on the outside of the material as they slipped further down to palm both ass cheeks, squeezing lightly before giving the right one a little slap. Emma yelped and bit down on Regina's tongue currently plundering her mouth.
"Oh my God!" came a voice from behind them.
Emma shot up and off Regina, moving quickly across the room and standing with her back to the wall. Regina wiped her mouth and combed her fingers through her tousled hair. As the blonde watched her girlfriend clean up, she realised she probably should too and mimicked Regina's actions.
Arendelle I and II stood in the doorway.
"Sorry," Regina said, nonchalantly. "We weren't expecting company."
"We'll be back in five minutes," said Arendelle II icily. "I'll let you say your goodbyes." The two women retreated, their loud whispering drifting back into the bunk as soon as they left.
"Sorry," Regina said again, turning to Emma. "I didn't think she'd be back so soon."
"It's ok," Emma smiled, moving back to sit beside her girlfriend again. "It was pretty hot whilst it lasted."
"It certainly was," Regina smiled saucily. "You've never been quite so … aggressive before."
"Was it too much?" Emma asked.
"Not at all dear. On the contrary, if we hadn't been interrupted I think my tongue would be between your legs right at this moment."
Emma groaned. "Well at least you've distracted me from what I was thinking about before. Now I'll have the memory of you going down on me to fall asleep to."
"You sure you don't want to talk about it?" Regina asked again.
"Oral sex?"
Regina laughed but then looked serious once more. "Whatever was bothering you." Emma shook her head. "OK. I just want you to know I'm here for you whenever you need anything."
"I know, babe. Thank you."
Their mouths reconnected, slower and more sensuous this time as their lips moved gently over one another.
"I should go," Emma whispered as they broke apart.
"I wish you didn't have to," Regina said, stroking Emma's cheek gently.
"Me too. But until we get Arendelle II to request a bunk transfer because of all the lesbian sex we're forcing her to witness, I guess we're stuck."
"Now there's an idea," Regina said salaciously.
Emma laughed and stood up, moving away from her girlfriend before she could be tempted by the way the brunette was running her tongue over her kiss swollen lips.
"Goodnight Regina."
"Goodnight Emma."
"Oh, before I forget," Emma said, popping her head back around the archway seconds later. "What state are you from?"
"Maine, why?" Regina said.
"Just a conversation I had earlier made me realise I never knew where you were born. Night babe."
"Night," Regina repeated, blowing a kiss to her girlfriend before she disappeared once more.
Emma flopped down on her bed on Friday afternoon, relieved the work week was over. As she reclined, she heard something crumple beneath her. Groping with her hand, she felt a piece of paper and pulled it out from behind her, unfolded it and read.
Inmate Number: 108412
Inmate Name: Swan
Visitation Date: Saturday 25th April 2015
Visitor's Name: Cora Mills
"Shit," Emma mumbled. This was really happening. She hadn't expected the older woman to actually come after their phone conversation earlier in the week. In less than twenty-four hours she would be sat in front of her girlfriend's homophobic mother. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
"Hey," Red said as she walked in, covered in soil from her latest gardening escapade. "Someone visiting you?" she asked as she spotted the visitation slip lying on Emma's chest. The blonde nodded but didn't say anything.
"You gonna tell me who?" Red asked as she rummaged in her cabinet for her toiletries. Emma shook her head. "Fair enough, I guess I'll just find out when I go to see Granny."
Emma nodded once more. She knew Red would try and talk her out of the meeting but she also knew her bunkmate would recognise the woman tomorrow as Regina's assailant. Deciding she didn't need another person's opinion on her stupid plan, Emma stood and headed out of their bunk to find her girlfriend for dinner.
Emma walked slowly behind her friends as they headed to visitation. She had mumbled some excuse about needing to sort out a problem with her commissary fund to Regina at breakfast. She hated that she was lying to someone who trusted her but she also knew Regina would never let her meet with her mother. Snow had said nothing and Emma suspected Red had told her friend to not bother asking after their wordless exchange the previous evening.
The women signed their names before Red and Snow moved quickly into the room to find their relatives. Emma watched as Red's Granny gave her a peck on the cheek whilst Snow's father engulfed her in a bone crushing hug. Glancing around at the few empty chairs, it didn't take Emma long to work out who Cora Mills was.
The woman wore an impeccable suit, her hair twisted up into a tight bun and her make up highlighted eyes that were the exact shade of brown as Regina's. Instead of the usual affection and warmth Emma was used to seeing in the chocolate orbs however, the eyes looking at her held only distain.
Taking a deep breath, Emma walked up to the table and held out her hand.
"Good morning Mrs Mills. My name is Emma Swan and I'm your daughter's girlfriend."