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Emma's eyes went wide when she heard the tell tale pitter patter of tiny feet. She looked desperately back and forth between Regina and her mom holding her little brother, unsure what to do. Regina made the choice easy though. The next time Emma looked to where the other woman had been standing all she saw was purple smoke. She sighed with defeat as she took the squirming toddler into her arms and plopped onto the couch. "How much of that did you hear?" She and Regina had maybe, finally, been about to make progress and now all that was down the drain. At least she could sit and talk with her mom about it.

Regina expected the deflection and narrowed her eyes slightly at the other woman. "That would be unfortunate because like it or not I have noticed. You may have everyone else thinking you're fine, but you can't fool me, Emma." They knew each other too well at this point and Regina wasn't going to let this go easily.

Emma giggled into the kiss from her wife. It was big and sloppy and she could feel every ounce of love that came along with it. "Did you have a fun girl's night with my mom?" She tucked a piece of Milah's hair behind her ear then reached over her to grab her seatbelt so she could buckle her in. As the currently pregnant Mrs. Swan she had elected to stay home and see how far into her pint of Ben & Jerry's she could get. She had managed to make it to the bottom before Granny had called her to come and pick up the other Mrs. Swan. Her mother had already been picked up by her father and now she was tasked with getting her wife home safely and that meant seatbelts.

"So you just take it over like this and then around like this," Killian spoke as he expertly manipulated the rope in his hands. "And one more time through here and ta-da!" he presented the knot to his daughter. "That right there will secure anything guarantee!"

"Well then it's a good thing there's a hot cup strong enough to take out anyone but you on your bedside table." Emma grinned and tried to peel back the covers from Lorelai's head.

She pulled back after a moment and rested her forehead against Mary Margaret's in an attempt to ground herself. "We should, um, we should probably take this elsewhere. Wouldn't want any of your parents seeing." She giggled as she whispered. She wasn't sure where exactly they would take it. Sometimes she swore her granny was part wolf with all the things she complained about hearing at the inn and she didn't want to add Mary Margaret to that last. No, Mary Margaret was more special than that.

"Just because I'm wearing a nice shirt doesn't mean it's yours." Emma looked down at the shirt she was wearing. "But in this case yes, this shirt is yours." She looked back up at Regina and grinned. "What are you going to do about it, Madame Mayor?"

Emma looked down at the bear claw in her hand, then up at Milah, then back to the bear claw. "But this is mine." She frowned, feeling conflicted. On the one hand she loved Milah and the little baby she was growing and wanted to share the bear claw. On the other hand she was also growing a tiny human and really wanted her bear claw. "We could go back to Granny's?"