As an early Christmas gift, I'd like to present, sappy Swan Queen fic :)
Title: There For You
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Pairing: Swan Queen (Emma/Regina)
Rating: G (it’s fluffy baby fic, y’all)
Summary: Regina calls Emma when late-night (or early-morning) cravings attack. Fluffiness ensues.
Disclaimer: I don’t own a single thing. I’m merely borrowing things from ABC’s toybox for the sole purpose of entertainment.
A/N: This is a bit AU. Again. The idea for this little fic planted itself in my brain and would not release its hold until the Muse and I turned this out. So, here it is. In all its fluffy, sappy glory.
It's a little after 4 in the morning when Emma gets the call.
She fumbles around blindly for her phone, knocking over her alarm clock and a bottle of water in the process. When she finally lays her hands on the offending electronic device, she slides it open and brings it to her ear, not even bothering to check the caller ID.
"Swan," Emma answers sleepily. "This had better be good," she adds, even more gruffly.
She doesn't expect the voice on the other end to be that of the mayor's.
"Chocolate," is all Regina says, and she sounds sleepy too.
At that, Emma perks up a little. She pushes herself slowly upright in bed, and then says, "Excuse me?"
"I'm craving chocolate. Brownies, cookies, candy bars. Whatever. I just--I need chocolate," Regina says, as if that's supposed to make sense to Emma.
Emma is silent for a few moments, eyes adjusting to the darkness as her brain tries to adjust to this new bit of information Regina had laid on her. And then it hits her. "Oh," she says, nodding to herself in understanding. "You want me to pick some up and bring it over?"
She can almost hear Regina rolling her eyes. "Yes, Ms. Swan. Why else would I have called you at this ungodly hour?"
"Okay, okay, no need to get snippy," Emma says, even as she pushes the blankets off of her and climbs out of bed. "Just give me a few minutes, okay? I'll be there as soon as I can."
Emma ends the call and tosses her phone on the bed. She quickly finds her clothes from the previous evening--jeans and a well-worn t-shirt--and slips into them. She finds her shoes and pulls them on, then picks up her phone and her keys and heads for the door.
Twenty minutes later, Emma finds herself standing on the front porch of Regina's house. She's clutching an over-loaded brown paper grocery bag under one arm, and barely manages to keep the contents from spilling over as she raises her other hand to knock on the door. She avoids the doorbell because she's sure Henry is still asleep. When Regina finally comes to the door, she greets Emma with a tired half-smile. Her eyes immediately find the over stuffed grocery bag and she lets out a relieved sigh.
"Thank God," Regina says, reaching out for the bag.
Emma hands it over to her and then follows her into the house. When they reach the kitchen, Regina sets the bag down on the island counter and immediately begins to empty it, surveying each item as she takes it out.
"You've done well, Ms. Swan," Regina says, once the bag is completely devoid of its contents. "Now, the only question is, where do I start?"
Emma takes a seat on one of the stools and points to a container of chocolate ice cream. "That one," she says. "Get two spoons."
Regina smiles a little as she pulls the container forward, then goes to the drawer to grab a couple of spoons. When she returns, she hoists herself up onto the wooden stool next to Emma. Emma grips Regina's elbow gently to help steady her, so she doesn't slide off the seat. Regina's hushed 'thank you' does not go unnoticed.
"I figured I'd buy enough for at least a day or two," Emma says, as she dips her spoon into the ice cream for the first bite. "I assume the cravings are getting worse," she adds a moment later.
"You have no idea," Regina says, shaking her head. She closes her mouth around a spoonful of chocolate and moans. "God, that's good."
Emma just grins.
"I didn't want to bother you, but I didn't know who else to call," Regina says, after a few more bites.
"I'm glad you called," Emma tells her, and it's the truth. She had told Regina once before, after Graham's death, when Regina had found out that she was pregnant, that if she needed anything, she need not hesitate to contact her. "How are you feeling? Is the morning sickness getting any better?" she asks, around a mouthful of ice cream.
Regina lets out an exasperated sigh. "The morning sickness comes and goes. Yesterday was much better, but the cravings--they've been running rampant lately. Mostly, I'm craving things I know I can't have--good wine and apple cider being the worst two. And the rest are things I know aren't healthy, but taste so much better in my current state," she replies, laying a hand on the swell of her ever-growing belly.
Emma follows that hand with her eyes and has to resist the urge to place her own hand there too. For a brief moment she wonders how warm Regina's skin would feel under her palm. She quickly pushes the thought back and digs her spoon into the ice cream again. "And how are... other things?" she asks, choosing her words carefully.
Regina is quiet for a moment. "A little harder than I'd imagined," she says finally. "Henry is okay. He's mostly excited about the prospect of a new baby brother or sister, but I'm--well, I'm not so sure about this. Raising another child, single, alone, it's starting to give me doubts. I wasn't prepared for this. I didn't expect Graham to pass away so suddenly and I certainly didn't expect to be told that I was pregnant just a few weeks later. It's all so overwhelming."
Emma nods her understanding. Before she can think better of it, she reaches out, lays a comforting hand over Regina's where it still rests on her stomach and squeezes her fingers reassuringly. Regina looks up at her then, and there are tears brimming her eyes. It makes Emma's heart clench painfully in her chest.
"Hey," Emma says softly, squeezing Regina's fingers again. "Look, I know that this all seems crazy and hard and things are probably happening too fast for you to process them right now, but it'll get better. I know I'm probably the last person who should be giving advice on this subject, but I promise, once this baby gets here, you'll take one look at his or her little face and you'll fall so in love that you won't even remember feeling all this pain and heartache."
Regina sniffles and swipes at the stubborn, traitorous tears that have already begun to streak down her face. "You think so?" she asks.
"I know so," Emma says, and there's enough conviction in her voice alone that Regina actually starts to believe it. "And I want you to know that, if you ever need anything, or if Henry ever needs anything, you can call me. No matter what time, no matter if it's for crazy late-night cravings or pep-talks or if you just need an ear to bend, I'll be here."
Regina sniffles again. "You would do that for me? Even after everything I've put you through? I've made your life a living hell since you got here. I don't deserve such kindness," she says.
"We've made each other miserable for long enough, I think," Emma says. "I just wanna help. I know what it's like to go through this alone, to think that no one cares enough to even ask how you're feeling or to make sure you've got everything you need. I know how it feels to doubt yourself and your abilities. I don't want that for you. I want you and Henry to be happy, so, if you'll let me, I'd like to be here for you both, in any way I can."
"Thank you," Regina breathes out, just as her tears begin to fall again.
Emma scoots off her stool and wraps Regina up in a hug. It catches the other woman off guard for a moment, but she soon relaxes, returning the embrace. She lays her head on Emma's shoulder, breathes in the scent of her and revels in the way Emma's body feels pressing into her own, soft and warm in all the right places. When Emma pulls away, after several long moments, Regina finds herself at a loss for that contact. She wants to pull Emma to her again, but Emma is already settling back onto her stool.
"You okay?" Emma asks. She's still holding on to Regina's hand, her thumb gliding soothingly over Regina's knuckles.
Regina gives her a watery smile when she says, "Much better now, thank you."
"Good, good," Emma says, with a smile of her own. She glances over Regina's shoulder, at the small clock on the wall. "It'll be time for work soon. I still have to shower and get dressed."
Regina's smile fades instantly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to keep you out so late... er, early," she says.
Emma chuckles softly. "Nah, it's okay. Like I said, I'm glad you called, and that I could help."
Regina nods. Emma slides off her stool again and Regina stands as well. They stand in awkward silence for a bit, and then Regina speaks up.
"Thank you again, Deputy Swan, for the chocolate and for the pep-talk," she says.
Emma nods. "Any time," she says.
Regina walks Emma to the front door, sees her out just as the sky is beginning to lighten. When Emma reaches the end of the walkway, she stops and turns to face Regina, who's still standing in the doorway, caressing her belly.
"Don't hesitate," Emma calls out.
The meaning of those words is quite clear to Regina, and she simply nods once in understanding. And then Emma's gone, disappearing down the sidewalk and into the dewey morning, leaving Regina feeling a little less scared and a lot less alone.
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Pairing: Swan Queen (Emma/Regina)
Rating: G (it’s fluffy baby fic, y’all)
Summary: Regina calls Emma when late-night (or early-morning) cravings attack. Fluffiness ensues.
Disclaimer: I don’t own a single thing. I’m merely borrowing things from ABC’s toybox for the sole purpose of entertainment.
A/N: This is a bit AU. Again. The idea for this little fic planted itself in my brain and would not release its hold until the Muse and I turned this out. So, here it is. In all its fluffy, sappy glory.
It's a little after 4 in the morning when Emma gets the call.
She fumbles around blindly for her phone, knocking over her alarm clock and a bottle of water in the process. When she finally lays her hands on the offending electronic device, she slides it open and brings it to her ear, not even bothering to check the caller ID.
"Swan," Emma answers sleepily. "This had better be good," she adds, even more gruffly.
She doesn't expect the voice on the other end to be that of the mayor's.
"Chocolate," is all Regina says, and she sounds sleepy too.
At that, Emma perks up a little. She pushes herself slowly upright in bed, and then says, "Excuse me?"
"I'm craving chocolate. Brownies, cookies, candy bars. Whatever. I just--I need chocolate," Regina says, as if that's supposed to make sense to Emma.
Emma is silent for a few moments, eyes adjusting to the darkness as her brain tries to adjust to this new bit of information Regina had laid on her. And then it hits her. "Oh," she says, nodding to herself in understanding. "You want me to pick some up and bring it over?"
She can almost hear Regina rolling her eyes. "Yes, Ms. Swan. Why else would I have called you at this ungodly hour?"
"Okay, okay, no need to get snippy," Emma says, even as she pushes the blankets off of her and climbs out of bed. "Just give me a few minutes, okay? I'll be there as soon as I can."
Emma ends the call and tosses her phone on the bed. She quickly finds her clothes from the previous evening--jeans and a well-worn t-shirt--and slips into them. She finds her shoes and pulls them on, then picks up her phone and her keys and heads for the door.
Twenty minutes later, Emma finds herself standing on the front porch of Regina's house. She's clutching an over-loaded brown paper grocery bag under one arm, and barely manages to keep the contents from spilling over as she raises her other hand to knock on the door. She avoids the doorbell because she's sure Henry is still asleep. When Regina finally comes to the door, she greets Emma with a tired half-smile. Her eyes immediately find the over stuffed grocery bag and she lets out a relieved sigh.
"Thank God," Regina says, reaching out for the bag.
Emma hands it over to her and then follows her into the house. When they reach the kitchen, Regina sets the bag down on the island counter and immediately begins to empty it, surveying each item as she takes it out.
"You've done well, Ms. Swan," Regina says, once the bag is completely devoid of its contents. "Now, the only question is, where do I start?"
Emma takes a seat on one of the stools and points to a container of chocolate ice cream. "That one," she says. "Get two spoons."
Regina smiles a little as she pulls the container forward, then goes to the drawer to grab a couple of spoons. When she returns, she hoists herself up onto the wooden stool next to Emma. Emma grips Regina's elbow gently to help steady her, so she doesn't slide off the seat. Regina's hushed 'thank you' does not go unnoticed.
"I figured I'd buy enough for at least a day or two," Emma says, as she dips her spoon into the ice cream for the first bite. "I assume the cravings are getting worse," she adds a moment later.
"You have no idea," Regina says, shaking her head. She closes her mouth around a spoonful of chocolate and moans. "God, that's good."
Emma just grins.
"I didn't want to bother you, but I didn't know who else to call," Regina says, after a few more bites.
"I'm glad you called," Emma tells her, and it's the truth. She had told Regina once before, after Graham's death, when Regina had found out that she was pregnant, that if she needed anything, she need not hesitate to contact her. "How are you feeling? Is the morning sickness getting any better?" she asks, around a mouthful of ice cream.
Regina lets out an exasperated sigh. "The morning sickness comes and goes. Yesterday was much better, but the cravings--they've been running rampant lately. Mostly, I'm craving things I know I can't have--good wine and apple cider being the worst two. And the rest are things I know aren't healthy, but taste so much better in my current state," she replies, laying a hand on the swell of her ever-growing belly.
Emma follows that hand with her eyes and has to resist the urge to place her own hand there too. For a brief moment she wonders how warm Regina's skin would feel under her palm. She quickly pushes the thought back and digs her spoon into the ice cream again. "And how are... other things?" she asks, choosing her words carefully.
Regina is quiet for a moment. "A little harder than I'd imagined," she says finally. "Henry is okay. He's mostly excited about the prospect of a new baby brother or sister, but I'm--well, I'm not so sure about this. Raising another child, single, alone, it's starting to give me doubts. I wasn't prepared for this. I didn't expect Graham to pass away so suddenly and I certainly didn't expect to be told that I was pregnant just a few weeks later. It's all so overwhelming."
Emma nods her understanding. Before she can think better of it, she reaches out, lays a comforting hand over Regina's where it still rests on her stomach and squeezes her fingers reassuringly. Regina looks up at her then, and there are tears brimming her eyes. It makes Emma's heart clench painfully in her chest.
"Hey," Emma says softly, squeezing Regina's fingers again. "Look, I know that this all seems crazy and hard and things are probably happening too fast for you to process them right now, but it'll get better. I know I'm probably the last person who should be giving advice on this subject, but I promise, once this baby gets here, you'll take one look at his or her little face and you'll fall so in love that you won't even remember feeling all this pain and heartache."
Regina sniffles and swipes at the stubborn, traitorous tears that have already begun to streak down her face. "You think so?" she asks.
"I know so," Emma says, and there's enough conviction in her voice alone that Regina actually starts to believe it. "And I want you to know that, if you ever need anything, or if Henry ever needs anything, you can call me. No matter what time, no matter if it's for crazy late-night cravings or pep-talks or if you just need an ear to bend, I'll be here."
Regina sniffles again. "You would do that for me? Even after everything I've put you through? I've made your life a living hell since you got here. I don't deserve such kindness," she says.
"We've made each other miserable for long enough, I think," Emma says. "I just wanna help. I know what it's like to go through this alone, to think that no one cares enough to even ask how you're feeling or to make sure you've got everything you need. I know how it feels to doubt yourself and your abilities. I don't want that for you. I want you and Henry to be happy, so, if you'll let me, I'd like to be here for you both, in any way I can."
"Thank you," Regina breathes out, just as her tears begin to fall again.
Emma scoots off her stool and wraps Regina up in a hug. It catches the other woman off guard for a moment, but she soon relaxes, returning the embrace. She lays her head on Emma's shoulder, breathes in the scent of her and revels in the way Emma's body feels pressing into her own, soft and warm in all the right places. When Emma pulls away, after several long moments, Regina finds herself at a loss for that contact. She wants to pull Emma to her again, but Emma is already settling back onto her stool.
"You okay?" Emma asks. She's still holding on to Regina's hand, her thumb gliding soothingly over Regina's knuckles.
Regina gives her a watery smile when she says, "Much better now, thank you."
"Good, good," Emma says, with a smile of her own. She glances over Regina's shoulder, at the small clock on the wall. "It'll be time for work soon. I still have to shower and get dressed."
Regina's smile fades instantly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to keep you out so late... er, early," she says.
Emma chuckles softly. "Nah, it's okay. Like I said, I'm glad you called, and that I could help."
Regina nods. Emma slides off her stool again and Regina stands as well. They stand in awkward silence for a bit, and then Regina speaks up.
"Thank you again, Deputy Swan, for the chocolate and for the pep-talk," she says.
Emma nods. "Any time," she says.
Regina walks Emma to the front door, sees her out just as the sky is beginning to lighten. When Emma reaches the end of the walkway, she stops and turns to face Regina, who's still standing in the doorway, caressing her belly.
"Don't hesitate," Emma calls out.
The meaning of those words is quite clear to Regina, and she simply nods once in understanding. And then Emma's gone, disappearing down the sidewalk and into the dewey morning, leaving Regina feeling a little less scared and a lot less alone.