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The sudden weight upon her shoulder was startling, and Zelena wasn’t entirely sure how to feel about it.. about any of it. Though the urge to rest her own head upon Emma’s was great, she stopped herself. Everyone always told her she was too emotional, that she allowed her feelings too much sway over her actions. And what good would it do her to be hopeful about this child that may not even be hers? But it was hers. She could feel it in the pit of her stomach.

“That’s good then,” she replied evenly, but it was a struggle. “So.. So that’s what you’re going to do? You’ll wait until the right moment to share the happy news of your growing family to your husband and parents? If it is mine.. where do I fit?” She could feel it growing, the jealousy and rage, and quickly stood. “Being your side piece has been one thing. But this? This is different.”

Emma had to catch herself so she didn’t fall sideways onto the couch at Zelena’s sudden movement. She sighed at the question from Zelena. She had chosen Killian because he had been the easy choice. She wouldn’t have to come out, wouldn’t have to explain her love of the wicked witch, wouldn’t have to face the rejection of her family. Now though all of that seemed easy in comparison to having to tell everyone that she had been seeing Zelena on the side and now may or may not be impregnated with her baby.

Snow had no doubt that she wouldn’t be alive today if it weren’t for Red. After everything she endured between losing her mother, father, and now dealing with an evil Regina, Snow White expected to live the rest of her life alone and on the run. It was as if fate brought her to Red and she would forever be grateful for the bond the two shared. Snow trusted Red not just as a friend but with her life.

Their friendship was strong and it was that very friendship that encouraged Snow to continue fighting through this time of uncertainty that surrounded Regina and her kingdom. Snow was relieved that they defeated their latest round of enemies, and each time she watched her friend turn from her wolf form back into a human, it amazed Snow that Red showed her the same trust in return to defeat whatever came their way. 

“We did!” Snow smiled, “For a second I thought–” The last thing she was expecting was for Red to kiss her. Snow froze for she was unsure of what to do or say in that moment. “You don’t have to apologize for that, Red. It’s okay.” She could see the pain in the eyes of her dearest friend and gave her a sympathetic smile. “Maybe you kissed me because of something you wish to tell me? You can tell me anything, Red.” 

Red's heart was racing even more so than it had been a moment ago. She couldn't believe she had kissed her best friend. She had never thought of Snow that way before. Or maybe she had and hadn't realized it. Snow was beautiful and Red loved her more than anything. She just hadn't realized that love translated to romantic love and not platonic friend love.

Her brow furrowed at the insinuation from her friend that she had something to tell her. "What? No!" She wasn't sure how she was feeling but she was almost positive her friend wouldn't return those feelings. She couldn't lose Snow over something like this. "I just... got caught up in the moment," not a total lie, "Really, Snow, don't... don't worry about it."

Red panted heavily as she shifted from her wolf form back into her human self. She was still getting used to being able to shift, and she had just used her wolf abilities to take down the men that had been harassing them for the past few days. She knew her best friend was wanted by the queen for inane reasons and she wasn’t about to let anyone take her. Adrenaline coursed through her veins and she smiled as she turned to face Snow, another enemy defeated. “We did it!” Before Red knew what she was doing her hands were on Snow’s cheeks and she was pulling her in for a kiss.

It only took Red a moment to realize the mistake she made. She pulled back, a shocked look on her face and a blush on her cheeks. “I-I don’t know...” She stepped back from her dearest friend. “I’m not sure what came over me. I shouldn’t have done that.” She had to resist the urge to run. She was embarrassed and not entirely sure why she had done that. Snow was her friend and nothing more. She didn’t even see other girls that way. At least she didn’t think she did. “I’m sorry,” she spoke softly and looked at the ground.

She should have expected it, but her niece’s question somehow managed to catch Regina unprepared. Robyn knew her father, of course. Regina had made sure to keep the memory of Robin alive every single day since she lost the man she loved. And yet, she knew it’d never be enough. Robin’s memory and legends might have lived on through the fairytale book, stories and photos but something was always missing. This was a chance to bring Robin back to life, even if only for a little bit, through her memories. Reaching for her niece’s hand, Regina smiled and nodded. “Of course,” she said and held up the dreamcatcher as she rested her other hand on Robyn’s back. She thought of a special memory for Robyn, and soon enough the item glowed in her hand and the image of two figures with a baby appeared inside. It was the first peaceful evening the three of them had spent together after Robyn was born. Robin was utterly in love as he looked down at the child in his arms, and Regina was sitting close to him, cooing at the gurgling baby. She didn’t imagine it’d be that difficult to watch, but seeing Robin again, alive, happy and almost careless back then, knowing he never got to see his children grow up… it was like losing him all over again.

It was possibly her favorite part of the day. Their little piece of heaven away from everyone and everything, simply forgetting about the rest of the world as she laid in Robin’s arms, blissfully happy and careless. Regina let the steady rhythm of his breath slowly lull her to sleep and she closed her eyes, holding onto his arms that kept her close to him. Sleep was about to take over her when Robin’s question made her let out a sigh. “Robin,” she muttered lazily with her eyes still closed. “I know Roland is an irresistible child, but he is too young. I still think he is not ready to take care of a dog.” She wasn’t ready to care for a dog. And she knew that was exactly what would happen if they agreed. So, yes, while Roland’s big brown eyes were truly irresistible whenever he brought it up, she simply assumed it was only a phase that shall pass soon. Perhaps it even started to do the trick; it’s been the first day in weeks that Regina hadn’t heard the word ‘puppy’. Why did Robin have to be the one to bring it up again?

Part of her was elated at the idea, at the likelihood that the baby Emma was carrying was hers. Another part of her was territorial, though she knew she had no real right to be, if Emma and Killian had slept together around the same time. Zelena hated how she had to constantly remind herself that she was the other woman.

“And this doctor can be trusted not to spread the news? Because if its the one I recall, it doesn’t seem likely his smugness won’t take precedence,” she quipped before noticing the tears in Emma’s eyes. While she was obviously torn, it hurt worse seeing the blonde in pain. “Is it wicked of me to hope she’s born ginger?” Zelena smirked.

Emma wanted this baby to be Zelena's. She didn't want anything that would tie her so permanently to Killian even if they were already married. But with marriage came her wifely duties and while she wouldn't have thought Zelena in the running for father of her baby, her research had told her differently. Emma sometimes thought if she focused hard enough that she could feel a little of Zelena's magic inside of her, but she would always convince herself that it wasn't possible to know or that it was too early to sense anything.

Zelena hadn’t paid any mind to closing the door fully behind her as she entered her bedroom. She sighed and slipped out of her dress, extra careful to to trip. The redhead picked it up off of the floor and examined it in her hands. Of course it was stained, but it would have to wait until the wine had left her system. While she wasn’t drunk, she also couldn’t trust that her magic wouldn’t act up. She had been about to toss it aside when suddenly Belle was there. She had half a mind to cover herself with the garment but found herself not caring. What did she have to be ashamed of anyhow? Her body hadn’t suffered from childbearing and her undergarments were rather nice she thought. “Looks like I’ve managed it, no?”