A/N: And here we go! The chapter that you've all been waiting for. I know you this is biologically impossible lol BUT because I am writing these stories and any world with vampires and werewolves to me is all about fantasy, plus there is such a thing as 'true love' magic between Emma and Regina, it's been written many times before by others. :) I am actually impressed with how I made it work. I hope you all do, too. If you no longer like it, just keep it yourselves. There's no need for negative commenting when I've read stories with so much more impossible situations. This is all in good fun and it is FICTION after all. Happy reading!
Regina scanned through the numerous DVD's that adorned the white shelves around the flat screen in the living room. Emma had more films than Regina would ever know what to do with. To choose just one film to watch was a hard choice. She looked over her shoulder as she could pick up on Emma's sweet voice, speaking in what she would only assume was perfect Portuguese. She smiled as she saw Emma coming in with the two housekeepers following in tow. They looked human, Regina could recognize her own kind a mile off.
Emma was taller than both of them. She guided them swiftly along the kitchen and Regina couldn't help but blush at the thought of the mess they would encounter in both bedrooms. She could see Emma coming into the living room with them, saying something to them and pointing at Regina with a proud smile. Gustavo, smiled politely and said 'hi' with an accent, while the woman, who's name Emma had said to be Kaure, stared at Regina with wide eyes, surprise and utter fear.
Choosing a DVD, Regina took a seat along the couch and waited for Emma to return, who came back a minute later, entering the living room alone.
"Hey," Regina whispered, scooting into Emma's side and arms as soon as she's joined on the couch. "What's with her?" She nods her head toward the direction of the bedroom.
"Kaure's part Ticuna Indian. She was raised to be more superstitious- or you could call it more aware- than those who live in the modern world" Emma whispered back.
Regina's brow lifts, "Wait, she knows about you?" She shifts along Emma's side, her fingers playing along with Emma's.
Emma smiles a little, "She suspects or close enough." She didn't so alarmed by that, Regina noticed. "They have their own legends here. The Libishomen- a blood-drinking demon who preys exclusively on beautiful women." She leaned in to bite softly along the skin of Regina's neck, enough to make Regina squirm in delight. "But mostly she's worried about you."
"Me?" Regina's brow furrowed. "Why?"
"She's afraid of why I have you here all alone." Emma chuckled, eyeing the films along the wall. "Oh, well. Why don't you choose a film for us to watch? That's a very acceptable human thing to do."
Regina snorts, "Yes, because I'm sure a movie will convince her that you're human." She teases, wrapping her arms quickly along Emma's neck and seeking her lips to press against hers.
Emma's lips move from Regina's lips over to her neck, leaving a trail of deep kisses along her skin, her arms automatically pulling her in.
"Screw the movie," Regina whispered, burying her hands along Emma's golden hair.
There's a loud gasp that causes both newlyweds to part, and Regina blushes upon seeing Kaure's horrid expression staring at her wide-eyed. There's feathers in her hair, and a blanket with more feathers sticking out cradled in her hands. She says something in Portuguese, and once Emma responds back, Regina can only assume she apologizes as she lowers her eyes and walks out of the room.
"Maybe we should put this on," Regina holds the DVD toward Emma. "For the time being."
Emma reaches for the DVD and inspecting it. Dracula. She groans, rolling her eyes, "For the record… vampires aren't what they are portrayed in films."
"I'm gathering that. I'm married to one." Regina grins.
"That's very human of you," Emma teases, moving over to the DVD player to insert the film into the slot before joining Regina back on the couch. Her arm wraps along Regina's shoulders, and Regina is quick to reach for her hand to keep playing with her fingers.
"So, I was thinking…" Regina whispered, watching the movie play out before them. "Now that we are holding back a little on our previous plan. I think it would be good for us to go to Dartmouth together."
Emma's brow lifts as she looks at Regina. "You want to go Dartmouth?"
Regina shrugs, "Why not? It could be fun. I bet my dad would get a kick of my college stories," she grins. "Of course that means that we'll have to get a place together. We'll still be able to find a place in time, right?"
"We might already own a house there. Just in case." Said Emma.
Regina rolls her eyes, "You actually own a house there?"
Emma shrugs, "Real estate is a good investment."
"I'll probably flunk in the first semester anyway." Said Regina.
"I could tutor you." Said Emma. "We could go back to Forks before the semester starts, you could visit Henry. We could go spend Christmas with your mom in Florida."
Regina chuckled, "I'll have to explain to my mother why my wife doesn't like the sun."
"I'm sure you'll come up with something." Emma smiles. "You are going to love college."
Regina snuggled more to Emma's side, resting her head along her shoulder. "So, are we moving back into the white room now?" She wondered out loud.
"I don't know… I've already mangled the headboard in the other room beyond repair- maybe if we limit the destruction to one area of the house, we could."
Regina smiles widely. "So there will be more destruction?"
Emma can't help but laugh a little, "I think it would be polite to wait until our guests are out of the house, don't you think? You may not be frightened by me ripping furniture apart, but it will frighten them."
"Right," Regina murmured, suddenly wishing their guests out of their house. Their house. She still couldn't believe that to be true.
Surprisingly, it didn't take them but two hours to leave. Gustavo was the only one who said 'bye,' to Regina, while Kaure stared at her wide-eyed and obviously frightened. Emma came into the living room. "They're finished."
"So that would mean that we're alone now?" Regina asks, standing from the couch and wrapping her arms around Emma's waist.
Emma takes Regina by the hand. "How about lunch first?"
As much as Regina wanted to say she didn't need food right now, she would be lying. She was pretty hungry, and the thought of food sounded good. Emma had come to Regina's facial expressions well, it didn't matter that she couldn't read her mind.
After a massive lunch, Regina ran her hands along her stomach, breathing out a large puff of air, "Oh, that was a lot but it was good."
"I'm impressed. They say married life suits humans well. It definitely becomes you." Emma grinned. "Would you like to swim with the dolphins later- burn off calories?"
"Maybe later. I had another idea for burning calories."
"And what would that be?"
"Well…" Regina walks up to Emma, her arms draping along her shoulders. "There's an awful lot of headboard left, we could-"
Before she's even done, Emma is scooping her into her arms, her lips silencing hers as they press down, carrying her with inhumane speed into the blue room.
Days later, Regina awoke to another beautiful morning, the warm, salty breeze coming from within the open window of their bedroom. Feathers didn't adorn her hair this time, which either way made Regina smile that morning. And the pillows had been saved, but another one of her nightgowns had been trashed. "Emma?" She looked around the bedroom, seeing no signs of Emma.
Turning toward Emma's pillow, Regina reached for the note that had been placed there. It was a letter from Emma.
I'm hoping you won't wake and notice my absence, but, if you should, I'll be back very soon. I've just gone to the mainland to hunt. Go back to sleep and I'll be here when you wake again. I love you.
Emma
Regina sighed, feeling the absence of Emma around her. They have been on their honeymoon for two weeks now, so she should have expected that Emma would have to leave to hunt soon. But while here, Regina hadn't exactly been keeping track of the time either. Time wasn't irrelevant when here with Emma.
Suddenly, the room became stifling hot- too hot- for Regina's comfort. She fanned herself, opening a couple of windows along the living room before entering the kitchen. She was famished! And decided that maybe if she cooked for once, it would make the time pass a little quicker and Emma would be back much faster
Regina looked into the fridge, pulling out a packet of chicken that had been recently placed in there. Her stomach rumbling with the thought of food. But she wanted something else… Peanut butter! Reaching into the pantry, she pulled out the jar of peanut butter, scooped some up with a spoon and carried it in her mouth while she put the chicken to cook. The peanut butter sticking to the roof of her mouth. The sizzling of the chicken provided her a sense of comfort that Regina couldn't comprehend.
Serving the chicken along a plate, Regina pulled the spoon out of her mouth and dipped it into the jar again, watching it stick. She served herself a leg, immediately picking off a piece after giving it time to cool. She picked up another piece, a bigger one this time, popping it into her mouth, her chewing slowed. Suddenly, it tasted different. Something was off.
She slowly inspected the chicken to make sure it was cooked all the way through. It was. So what was so different? Regina couldn't be sure, but she just knew that it didn't sit well in her stomach. Had it gone bad? She would have assumed it had, given how fast she sprinted out of the kitchen stool and raced toward the bathroom, covering her mouth single handedly. There was just something about that chicken, or the oil smell that didn't sit right with her. She felt like she was going to be sick.
The more her body arched upward, the more Regina seemed to throw up, to the point where she was gripping onto the edges of the toilet. Her hand reached out for the cool lever, flushing the evidence of food gone bad as she made her way out of the bathroom. Her hand delicately splayed along her stomach.
The windows along the living room were opened, and the breeze felt more of comfort than the one being provided in their bedroom, so Regina decided to crash along the couch, drifting off into a deep sleep, her hands gently massaging along her stomach until they slowed their movement.
"Gina?" She heard a voice call out in the distance, pulling her away from her sleep. Cool arms wrapped around her, and Regina's eyes took a moment to adjust to the sun beaming through. "Are you alright?"
"Mmm," Regina groaned, cradling along Emma's chest. "I'm fine."
Emma chuckled but the sound was filled with deep concern, "That's very convincing. What happened?"
Regina didn't answer as she sat up, regretting it almost instantly. However old that chicken was, it was making her pay for the suffered negligence.
"Gina?" Emma's brow furrowed, patiently waiting for an answer.
"Emma…" Regina brushed her hair back, sighing sharply.
"Are you sick?"
"I-" Regina felt something along her stomach, something strange. "Excuse me!" She shuffled herself out of Emma's embrace, quickly racing to the bathroom, with her hand covering her mouth again.
Emma dropped her hold automatically, puzzled by whatever had happened. "Gina?" She followed the trail to the master bathroom, hearing Regina throwing up. She knocked on the door. "Gina?" She didn't wait, stepping into the bathroom, hearing a flush, and Regina brushing her hair back from her face after having been hunched over the toilet. "What's wrong?"
Regina plopped along the closed lid of the toilet, "Damn rancid chicken," she muttered.
"Are you alright?" Emma's voice was on alert.
"Fine," Regina nods. "It's just food poisoning. You don't need to see this. Go away."
"For better or worse, remember?" Emma chuckled, placing her hands carefully against Regina's back as she struggled to stand. "Maybe I should take you back to the mainland. Get you a doctor."
"No," Regina moaned, walking toward the bed and plopping along the edge. "I'll be fine, Emma. It was just the chicken." The last thing she wanted was to leave this magical place they had called home for two weeks.
"Chicken?"
Regina nods, "I cooked some earlier, it must have gone bad or something. I didn't realize it. It was my fault."
Emma placed her cool hand along Regina's forehead. It felt nice. "How are you feeling now?"
Regina waited a minute to answer that question. Her stomach had actually settled, no resemblance of how it felt earlier. She felt just like any other day since they arrived. "Pretty good, honestly. I'm actually a little hungry."
Emma couldn't hold back a small laugh, "Leave it to the human to be hungry after food was almost her demise." She brushed back a strand of hair, tucking it behind Regina's ear. "What would you like?"
Regina couldn't turn down another meal cooked by Emma. "Eggs."
"Sunny side up?"
Regina shook her head, "Scrambled."
Emma picked up the empty plate of eggs, placing it inside of the sink before turning back to Regina. "Are you better?"
Regina nods, "Yeah, I think so. The eggs settled my stomach." She reveled in Emma's embrace and stood on her tipy-toes as Emma leaned down to kiss her. "Thank you." She kissed her deeper this time, her arms loosely falling along her shoulders when another sharp pain settled along her stomach. It felt like being punched repeatedly in the gut.
"Gina…" Emma's eyes grew wide. "You're not well. We need get you to a doctor-"
"No," Regina protested, placing her hands along her stomach. "I'll be fine. Really, I'll-" Her hand clapped over her mouth and she ran into the bathroom again, leaving a flabbergasted Emma standing there.
This was enough! Regina reached for her toiletries bag, unzipping it. She was sure she had packed some pepto-bismol in here somewhere. Searching for it, she came across a new pack of menstrual cycle pads. Her hands stopped their desperate search as her brow lifted into a perfect arch.
"Gina?" Emma entered the bathroom with caution, finding her wife sitting along the cold tile floor. "What are you doing on the floor? What's wrong?"
How was this possible? Regina breathed sharply. Could it be? If so… HOW?
"Gina, I'm going mad over here, please tell me what's going on," Emma pressed, her jaw clenching.
Regina's eyes look up into Emma's, "Emma, how many days has it been since the wedding?" She whispered.
"Seventeen," Emma answered automatically. "Why?"
"Seventeen," Regina murmured under her breath, mentally counting the days. She's always kept a good track record of her days, but being here, she honestly had forgotten about it completely. Of course what was crossing her mind now was insane. Because how could that possibly happen?
"What? What is it?" Emma asked, growing anxious that she couldn't read her mind at this very moment as she saw the way Regina's eyes danced around. "Gina?" She followed Regina as she stood from the floor and walked into the bedroom. "What?"
"Just… hang on…" Regina murmured, standing in front of a full view mirror. Her hands automatically landed along her flat stomach before they lifted up the hem of her shirt, exposing her skin to her view. She rotated, standing sideways to get a better look at her stomach as she softly ran her hands along the skin. This was insane… The whole idea of it was in no way possible. Was it?
Suddenly, not a sharp pain, but something caused Regina to jerk a little forward, feeling a small, clear nudge along her stomach. She gasped, and Emma's eyes widened.
"No… It's not possible," Regina whispered, gasping as she felt another nudge along her hands and her stomach. "Emma…" She turned to a wide-eyed Emma. "I don't think this is food poisoning."
Emma wasn't responding. Her body stood still as a statue while her eyes continued to glare widely.
Regina turned back to the mirror, examining her stomach once more. She lurched forward, feeling another small nudge that made her release a sharper gasp thai time. "That's impossible. Isn't it?" No answer from Emma. "I mean it would all make sense… the excessive hunger, the crying, feeling tired."
How on earth could this be possible? If Regina had slept with Robin or any other male in the town of Forks- sure- she could understand the possibility. But the only person she's ever had sex with was Emma. A vampire for crying out loud. A vampire who was still frozen solid without any sign of ever moving again.
There had to be some other type of explanation then. Some disease that no one's ever heard of yet that possibly gave off the symptoms of pregnancy.
Regina turned to the mirror again, giving her stomach another look and finally, after a closer examination, she noticed something. Something different. Something that wasn't there yesterday. A small, barely noticeable bump. She tried to make sense of things. Something Emma wasn't doing right now. She tried to understand- comprehend- how would this happen between two females? Never mind the fact that one of them was a vampire and the other one was a human… How could this in any way possible? Regina could understand that a human's body- a woman's body- had to change, adapt in order to conceive a child, but what of that of an undead human's body?
She attempted to recollect their first night together. Their second, third, fourth- all the nights they had spent together wrapped up in each other warmly in bed. Emma's eyes had changed color just as she was about to release, and when she did, it always surprised Regina just how much of it happened. And that light- that flash of light that always happened every single time they were together. Like magic… but how could such a thing be possible?
How could a child be possibly convinced by-
Regina turned to Emma's ringing cell phone, and she rushed to reach for it from the inside of her shorts pocket, picking up the call almost instantly after seeing the name that flashed along the caller ID. "Lily?"
"Gina! What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Regina blinked. "Well… I don't know, maybe nothing. Why?"
"Where's Emma?"
"She's right here." Regina's eyes turned to Emma, who remained immobile. "Lily, what's going on?"
"Are you okay?"
"I'm not… one hundred percent sure."
"Gina, I thought I just saw-" it's like her voice froze over.
"Saw what? Lily, what did you see?" Regina pressed after getting no answer.
"Here's Mal."
Shuffling was heard along the end of the line, and Mal's voice soon followed, "Regina? What's wrong?"
"I-" Regina wasn't sure how to answer that question. Her eyes locked on Emma's statue-like state. "I don't know. It's Emma."
"Has she been harmed?"
"No," Regina shook her head. "No, it's just… I'm a little worried. Can vampires go into shock?"
"I don't understand. What happened?"
"Mal, I don't want to alarm anyone… It's going to sound crazy…" Regina breathed, looking at herself in the mirror again. "But… I think that I'm… pregnant." Her hand flew to her stomach, feeling another small nudge that made her jump. "Mal, I swear, something just moved inside of me."
Emma was at Regina's side in a blur, snatching the phone from her hand as she pressed it along her ear, "Mal, how is this possible?" She whispered, staring at the floor the entire time. "Yes. Yes, I will." Removing the phone from her ear, she pressed the end call button.
"What happened? What did she say?" Regina pressed.
"I have to make another call. Wait here." Emma dialed a number, placing the phone along her ear again and stepping out of the room.
"Emma," Regina followed her into the living room, wanting an answer. "What happened? Who are you calling?" She demanded.
"The airport."
"Why?"
"We're going home."
Emma had been like a mad woman ever since she got off the phone. She had packed all of their stuff, and had prepared everything to be ready and waiting at the airport for them, cutting their honeymoon short.
Regina wasn't ready to leave. She didn't want to leave. Pregnant… her hands landed along her stomach again, examining the small bump along the mirror. Pregnant. How? That was still an answer she so desperately wanted to know. But whatever the answer was, she just knew… that she was… happy. Somehow, against the wills of nature, her and Emma had created something together. Something magical. Just like their spent nights here.
As her hand ran along her abdomen again, she felt another small nudge, followed by another. "I know," Regina murmured. "I don't want to leave either."
She could hear loud voices, one being Emma's and the other she couldn't recognize, that is until Emma stormed in behind Kaure, who was shouting at Emma in her native tongue. Words that Regina wished she could make out right now. Emma answered back, but instead of displaying anger toward the woman, she seemed to be imploring her about something. Regina made a mental note to learn Portuguese as soon as she became immortal.
The woman, Kaure, walked carefully toward Regina, holding out her hands and looking desperately into her eyes. Regina knew what that meant as she gave her a nod of approval. Shortly after, Kaure's warm, wrinkled hands were along Regina's stomach, the woman's eyes displaying fear all the way through her examination. Emma stood as still as a statue again.
"Morte." Kaure's eyes locked into Regina's as she said this. And Regina didn't have to be fluent to understand the meaning of what the woman meant.
Kaure left, careful not even to brush past Emma, while Emma looked… angry. Why was she so angry? She wrapped her arms around her wife's frame, placing a kiss along forehead that Regina couldn't resist holding her back. "How are you feeling?" Emma asked, seeking Regina's eyes.
"I'm fine," Regina promised. "More than fine." She smiled.
"Regina, I don't want you to worry about anything." There's panic in Emma's voice now.
"Emma, I'm not-"
"Don't worry," Emma pulled Regina into her embrace again before parting. "We'll go home and Mal will fix everything."
Regina's eyes filled with worry now, "Fix it? What are you talking about, Emma?"
"I'm not going to let it hurt you," Emma's jaw tightened, her eyes glaring directly at Regina's stomach. "Mal will get that thing out."
Regina gasped, watching as Emma stormed out of the bedroom. "Thing?" She spoke through clenched teeth. Hating the sound of that word. No. No, no… She couldn't allow this to happen. Like it or not, but whatever this was- it was their baby. After all, she was the one carrying it. She had a right to say what happened with it, and there was no way Regina would get rid of it.
Hoping that Emma could not hear her while she was still arguing with Kaure, Regina immediately reached for her own cell phone and dialed a number she never thought she would ever dial. The line rang only once before a familiar voice spoke on the other end. "Hello?"
"Kathryn," Regina breathed in a whisper, keeping watch by the door.
"Regina?" Kathryn sounded just as surprised as Regina was.
"Please… I need your help."