After their appointment, after eating lunch, after Regina had teased Emma for crying, and they had their take out containers in their hands, Emma turned to Regina and asked to go shopping.

"Shopping?" Regina asked, incredulously. "You hate shopping."

"I hate shopping for myself. You've been complaining you need clothes. It's a beautiful day, Henry is okay at home for a couple more hours, and we're already out. What's stopping us from driving out of town to find you some stuff to wear?"

Regina looked down at her barely fitting pants, her stretched tank top covered by a tight blouse.

"I'm not wearing an outfit conducive to shopping. This blouse alone will be an absolute nightmare to remove and put back on."

"So we'll shop for a t-shirt first, find you a basic one that fits, buy it, and you can wear that while you try on clothes. A t-shirt will be easy to slip into and out of."

Sensing Regina's hesitation, Emma stuck out her bottom lip and put on a saddened expression.

"Don't you wanna spend more time with me?"

That did it, and Regina laughed. Emma grinned as well, doing an inner victory dance when Regina sighed, relenting.

"Very well. Call your mother though and let her know we're out of town for the afternoon and to keep an eye on our son. Teenagers are not exactly trustworthy. I'll call our son and advise him of our plans."

"And threaten to end his life if he throws a party?" Emma asked.

"You ask as though there is a doubt as to what would occur if I were to return home and our son had thrown a party."

Emma laughed, shaking her head and taking a step away from the car as she pulled out her cell to call her mom. The phone rang once, twice, before her mother's familiar voice could be heard on the other line.

"Emma? Is everything alright?"

Emma winced. Maybe she should call once in a while so her mother didn't get that panicky tone, thinking someone was in trouble when she called. Was that really the only reason she called her mom?

"Emma?"

"Sorry. No. Everything's good. Just, Regina and I were gonna go shopping for maternity clothes and it was kind of a last minute idea. I was wondering if you'd mind keeping an eye out on Henry for us. I don't think we'll be gone long but… you know teenagers. Doesn't take much for them to get into trouble."

"Oh. I- yes. Sure. We can watch Henry."

There was something to her mother's tone. Something she was holding back, Emma could tell. Her mother wasn't exactly good at keeping things secret, especially when she had something to say.

"What?" Emma asked.

"What?"

"What is it you want to say? If you don't want to watch him, it's okay. Or if you had plans or something. It's super last minute so I get it. I can just call Ruby-"

"No, it's not that."

"Then what is it?"

She could hear her mother's hesitation before the woman finally spoke.

"I'd- I'd like to come. If you think Regina would be open to it. Maybe we could go shopping for baby clothes after."

Emma hesitated. Normally, she would have said no, but she could tell her mom was really hoping to come, even though she was obviously making an effort not to sound eager.

"Yeah, um-"

Emma turned to Regina, who had just hung up the phone and was looking at her curiously. Emma pulled the phone away from her ear, muting the mouthpiece before speaking.

"My mom wants to come. She wants to go baby clothes shopping after too. I know you probably don't want her to go but… she sounds kinda eager and you know, it might take her some time to get to us so we'd still be alone for a bit. Or I can tell her to just meet us for baby shopping. Or not at all, if you don't want to."

Regina tilted her head for a moment, looking into Emma's eyes.

"Emma? Hello?"

The women ignored the phone.

"Would you like her to come?" Regina asked.

Emma was rarely one to ask for something she wanted. She did, sometimes, especially when it came to Regina making certain meals for dinner. But usually, she kept her desires to herself, simply "going with the flow" as she put it. Regina had gotten better at reading Emma though, at deducing when she was trying to ask for something without actually voicing her desires, and she was sure this was one of those times.

"I mean, she doesn't have to and-"

"Do you want her to come?" Regina asked again, keeping her tone warm and inviting.

"I mean, kinda?" Emma said, scratching the back of her neck sheepishly. "I don't know. It's her first like, pregnancy for a grandkid that she gets to experience since she wasn't there for Henry and I guess… I don't know. I'd like to have her there. But, she said only if you're okay with it."

"There's no need to explain yourself, darling. If you'd like her there, then we will invite her." Regina took two steps forward, bringing herself in Emma's space, and reached over to grab her phone, unmuting it. "Snow? Sorry, it seems Emma's phone cut out of service for a moment," she lied, looping her free arm around Emma's middle and squeezing it gently. "We intended to go shopping for clothes for myself and for the baby and we'd like it if you came."

"Really? Are you sure?"

"Yes. I need an unbiased opinion. I know for a fact that your daughter will tell me everything looks good, even though some articles of clothing will look atrocious. You may come under the condition that you are honest." It sounded a bit like a warning, but Regina made sure her tone sounded light. She wasn't… eager, to have Snow White accompany her on a shopping trip, but if it pleased Emma, then one afternoon of her former nemesis' company was a small price to pay to make Emma happy, wasn't it?

"Okay. Yes. Of course. I'll tell David to watch the boys and I'll be there shortly. Um, where am I going, exactly?"

"We haven't decided yet. I'll text you the details once I know more?"

"Sounds good. And thanks, Regina. I really wanted to come."

Regina paused, frowning slightly before smoothing out her expression. She was unaccustomed to such unguarded statements of appreciation from her former stepdaughter.

"Yes, well. We'll be seeing one another shortly."

Regina ended the call, handing the phone back to Emma and letting out a quick "what?" at her expression.

"Thank you. For being nice to her."

"Your happiness is important to me." And if being nice to that woman makes you happy, then I'll tolerate her presence for an afternoon.

Emma gave her a sincere smile, leaning forward and giving her a quick kiss on the lips.

"So, let's look up maternity stores, shall we?"

Regina sighed, irritated, pulling at the cotton top she had put on.

"It's too loose."

"It's not. It's a little loose, but it's because you're going to grow into it. See how it bunches here? This is for when your belly starts to grow with the baby. It's a bit big now but just give it a few weeks, you'll be glad you bought it a little big. If you buy too tight now, nothing's gonna fit next month."

Regina scowled, once again pulling at the shirt. It was a nice colour, that much she would admit, and it didn't feel wrong, like so many of the other tops she had tried on, but it looked wrong. It was too big.

"You're used to wear your stuff skin tight. Which believe me, I noticed. But this'll get tight in a little bit."

"That isn't a good thing. It'll accentuate how fat I've gotten."

"Hey," Emma chastised, turning Regina in the cramped change room so that she was facing her. "You're not fat. You're pregnant. And beautiful."

"I don't feel very beautiful," Regina said. And she didn't. She'd been avoiding looking at herself in the mirror when she was undressed, not liking the way her thighs and arms looked anymore. Even her belly, which she knew was mostly baby, felt too big, too swollen. "I look at myself and I've gained far too much weight. I'll look like a whale in no time and then you'll find me repulsive."

"That's not true. You are so attractive, Regina." When the woman scoffed, Emma dropped her voice then, giving Regina a slow once over before meeting her gaze again. "Do you know how fucking hard it's been not touching you while you're stripping here in front of me? I've been staring at your ass every time you bend over while you're putting on pants. I've been watching the way your ass moves as you shimmy into those jeans you tried. And let's not forget about your glorious tits, which is why I had to shift positions earlier because watching your boobs jiggle when you're wiggling into a top? Jesus Christ, I'm lucky I wore loose fitting pants today or else when the lady came by to check on you, she'd know I wasn't just a friend here to help you in and out of clothes.

"You're gorgeous, Regina, and it's taking every ounce of restrain I have not to pin you against that wall and torture you to the brink of orgasm the way you've been torturing me this last half hour. Do you know how turned on I've gotten watching you strip down to your underwear over and over again? There's a reason I'm not standing up right now."

Regina's eyes dropped automatically, swallowing hard as her gaze fell upon the evidence of how much Emma was enjoying her time here in the change room with her. She hadn't noticed, too busy looking at the ceiling, at the floor, anywhere but at the mirrors behind herself and the one behind Emma. She glanced up then, meeting Emma's knowing smirk and immediately looked away, a faint blush tinting her cheeks at being caught looking.

"That's because of you, baby," Emma said reaching out and tugging Regina closer, pulling at her until she was seated on her lap (away from where she was half-hard already). She pulled Regina into a hug, smiling when she felt the woman snuggle into her neck.

"It's difficult… to see the way my body is changing, growing, and yours is just as… hard, just as defined as it's always been. You became attracted to me when I was thin and in shape. And now-"

"Now, you're even sexier than before."

Regina shook her head.

"I'm afraid you'll lose interest as I become heavier." Came the whispered confession.

Emma's heart ached even as her blood boiled. She knew about the words running through Regina's mind, knew about the things her despicable excuse of a mother had literally beat into her about remaining svelte and not indulging in sweets your hips do not need and that you must never lose your figure for you haven't much else to offer a man, darling. Darling, Emma's mind scoffed.

She knew that even with all of Regina's bravado, all of her confidence (not all of it sincere), her mother's words still played like a broken record in her head. Regina, at her core, was still so insecure, still so untrusting that anyone could just love her, so Emma grabbed Regina under her thighs, pulled her up (whispering a soft shh when Regina let out a yelp of surprise) and seated her directly on top of where the evidence of Emma's interest lay (or rose, more accurately).

Regina let out a soft gasp, hips automatically shifting against where she could feel Emma's arousal as she settled.

"Does this feel like I'm losing interest?" Emma asked honestly.

"No," Regina replied, a little breathless. "But I'll become far heavier than this."

Emma licked her lips, pulling back so that she could look at Regina. She bit her bottom lip, expression filled with hesitance. There was something she could say, something that would probably put Regina's worries to rest, but it was really, truly embarrassing.

"What is it? If you believe you won't be interested, I'll understand-"

"You don't, Regina. It's uh- it's not that." Emma cleared her throat, cheeks turning pink as she looked away before finally looking back. "I think it'll be the opposite. I'll be more interested the bigger you get."

"What?" Regina frowned.

More interested? No. She had always received the attention of men and women alike because of her flattering figure. They appreciated her appearance: her perky breasts, her trim waist, her slim thighs. Yes, she had shapely hips but there was never an ounce of fat on them, her mother's words ringing loudly in her ears every time she worked herself to exhaustion when she exercised. Regina worked hard to remain fit, and that was the way Emma liked her. It was why she became attracted to her in the first place. So why in the world would she retain Emma's interest when her belly grew swollen with their child?

"Yeah," Emma said, inadvertently pulling Regina from her thoughts. "Uh. So, I'm only telling you this cause I think it'll be helpful or like- maybe it'll help your fears. Cause obviously you don't believe me when I say I'll find you sexy as hell when your belly starts to grow (Emma nodded when Regina confirmed that no, she didn't believe her). I will. I promise you. And I had no intention of ever saying this out loud and was gonna take it to my grave. So yeah. Um."

Regina waited, but the longer Emma stayed quiet, the more her curiosity piqued. She wasn't nervous, or scared, that Emma was going to say something to hurt her feelings or to upset her. Not anymore. Not after the way Emma was so obviously trying to hide her embarrassment. She didn't worry that the woman was gathering the courage to deliver a blow. From the way Emma was acting, it was something embarrassing for her, but Regina couldn't imagine what it was.

"What is it?"

"I have a fantasy," Emma finally blurted, keeping her voice low, "of you. And you're, um, very pregnant. Very, very pregnant. Ever since you announced the baby and like, your stomach is growing and your boobs are getting bigger… I've been fantasizing. And uh, well, you can feel what I think about it."

Regina's eyes widened slightly, leaning forward into Emma's space.

"Explain."

"I have a fantasy," Emma said slowly, "about you, being really pregnant. The thought of you being seven or eight or nine months pregnant isn't a turn off, Regina. It's uh- it's a turn on. A big one. I have fantasies of making love to you while you're that pregnant. You look so good, so feminine, so attractive. And knowing that you're pregnant with my kid, it does stuff to me. Makes me want you, really bad. I don't know if it's like some kind of biological thing or what, I have no clue. It doesn't matter. What matters is seeing you pregnant makes me want you so bad I have to remember I can't just grab you the way that I want to. And the more pregnant you look, the stronger that feeling is and the harder it is to resist. I didn't anticipate this happening, 'cause I've never experienced this before, but it is and I can't stop it.

"So your body changing and growing is sexy, Regina. To me, it's so fucking sexy. And watching you today, staring at you, seeing you topless and bottomless and seeing your body just exposed the way that it is… it's giving me way too much material to work with and to be honest, I was gonna suggest a bathroom break after this store. And not because I need to pee."

Regina's breathing increased as she felt Emma stiffen further in her pants as she confessed her desires, her rapid breathing matched by Emma's, who was now looking at the walls of the change room rather than at her while her fingertips slowly dug into her hips.

"You prefer it when I'm heavier?" Regina asked. She had heard of these fetishes, but she didn't understand them. Being thin was revered in the Enchanted Forest. No one wanted to be fat. So, did Emma have a strange sexual attraction to heavier women?

"No. Not like that. It's you being pregnant with my kid that's- that's affecting me in a way I hadn't anticipated. And it's only getting worse the more that you're showing. It has nothing to do with weight and everything to do with this pregnancy. Maybe it's your hormones making me crazy or I don't know. But it is just getting worse with time."

"Worse, or better?" Regina asked, her confidence slowly returning to her.

Emma snorted.

"I guess it depends on how you look at it."

Regina turned Emma's head so that she was looking at her.

"You truly find me attractive?"

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met, Regina."

Emma's sincerity, her insistence, the unguarded truth in her eyes triggered her to act. Regina launched forward, smacking her lips against Emma's and pressing her front to the woman before her. She crushed their breasts together, goosebumps erupting on her skin at the moan Emma let loose against her mouth. She shivered when strong hands began rubbing up and down her back, sneaking down to her ass and squeezing it firmly, tilting her hips forward until she was pressed up right against Emma's cock.

Regina let out her own low moan, wrapping her arms around Emma's neck as she opened her mouth, swiping her tongue across Emma's lips and plunging her tongue inside. Their tongues met, danced, stroked as Regina slowly began rocking on Emma's lap, shifting and squirming until she gasped, her clit rubbing directly against Emma's hardness on the last jerk of her hips. The women moaned together, Emma gripping her hips tighter as she encouraged the rocking in her lap, a shiver racing up Regina's spine as she felt her sex swell with arousal, the slickness between her legs causing her panties to cling between her legs.

Emma's head was spinning, squeezing Regina's hips as the woman increased the rocking of her hips, until it was in tandem with the strokes of her tongue. God, Regina felt so fucking good in her lap, their bodies pressed together, her soft heat rubbing against her throbbing cock. She'd been wanting her so badly, had been squeezing her thighs in order to keep from reaching out and grabbing Regina, bending her over, and fucking her senseless the way her mind (and her dick) begged her to.

But this- this erotic rocking in her lap, this warm body pressed up against her, this deliciously teasing tongue dancing against her own- it was so much better. Oh God, this was so much better. Emma could focus on nothing but Regina in her lap, grinding against her cock, kissing her senseless, tugging at her hair as her teeth nibbled on her bottom lip. Her head swam with desire as she kissed Regina furiously, hands running up and down her back as she plunged her tongue back into the other woman's mouth. God, she wanted her so badly. Wanted to fuck her right here.

"Emma? Regina?"

The women pulled apart with twin gasps, Snow's voice like a bucket of ice water poured over their heads. Regina's arousal was extinguished immediately, her heart jumping in her throat at the fear of being caught grinding on Emma's lap. Oh, Gods. What were they doing?

Regina shook her head, pushing herself off of Emma's lap. She didn't regret their actions. She really did not regret their actions, but this was certainly not the time or the place for them.

Regina then swallowed hard, clearing her throat before speaking.

"Here, Snow. I'm trying on a shirt."

A light knock.

"Here?"

"Yes. I'll be out in a moment to show you."

"Is Emma in there with you?"

Emma, who had taken several deep breaths to calm herself, finally spoke.

"Yeah, mom. I'm in here helping Regina get dressed."

"Okay, honey. I'll wait for you out here."

Emma shifted, pulling at the crotch of her pants, glancing up as Regina righted her shirt and her hair.

"I'm uh- gonna need a minute to hide this from her before I can get out there."

Regina smirked, licking her lips as she glanced down at Emma's lap.

"Yeah, I'm gonna need you to not do that either. It's not helping my case."

Regina let out a soft chuckle before nodding, her momentary panic fading. Her mood was significantly lightened after Emma's confession (and their impromptu make out session had certainly helped), but she did regret that their conversation (which would have continued after more kissing) was now on hold until later.

"Shall I help you?" Regina asked in a low voice, pretending to kneel between Emma's legs and running her tongue along her bottom lip.

"Oh my God," Emma groaned as she twitched, lightly pushing Regina away. "You're such an asshole."

Regina straightened, throwing her head back and laughing loudly. She unlocked the door of the change room and pulled it open, pausing to look back at Emma. She bit her bottom lip, smiling.

"Thank you, for what you said."

Emma, who was still trying to calm her raging libido, smiled back and nodded.

"I meant what I said, beautiful."