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“Have you lost your mind?” Emma shrieks, backing away from Regina in the bedroom they’re apparently sharing, although nobody is acknowledging that fact out loud, least of all Emma or Regina.
“It would be…nice,” Regina persists, stalking across the stone floor in that determined way she has. “If I were able to do it myself…”
“Oh, so I get asked by default? Regina, you won’t even let me tell my parents we’re actually dating. Now you want to have another kid? No—correction—you want me to have another kid and raise it with you?” Emma has a good head of steam up now; it’s been a while since she last got really furious.
“Tell them whatever you want,” Regina says airily. “But I think my seducing their only daughter might make them less inclined to honor our pact of forgiveness.”
“You didn’t seduce me!” Emma yells, because they’ve had this argument before.
“They won’t see it that way,” Regina counters, licking her lips as she closes in on Emma. “But if we were to choose to have a child together, well. Then I’d be family. I’d be protected.”
“So you’re using me?” Emma asks. “Christ, I thought we were past all this.”
“Emma,” Regina says, her voice low and dangerous. Despite the swagger, Emma catches that familiar glow in her eyes, the one that says she’s struggling with something. Maybe just a minute of being patient… “Emma, you’re not taking this the right way at all.
“Oh?” Emma replies. “Then what’s the right way?”
“I… love you,” Regina manages to say, but it costs her. “You are the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever set eyes on, outside of a mirror.” Oh good, her sense of humor isn’t dead, Emma thinks. “And you already gave me one perfect son. Don’t you see why I’d want another?”
“Ah,” Emma says, trying to stop the blush on her cheeks and failing. “If you’re going to be like that about it. I guess… I always assumed I’d get another chance. But then we came back here—”
“Here makes it more possible, not less,” Regina points out. “Magic is stronger than biology, after all.”
“Okay, seriously,” Emma warns. “I don’t want to end up having a unicorn baby. Or a dragon.”
“You’re being ridiculous,” Regina scolds, but the smirk says she knows she’s back in winning territory. “Does that mean you’re in?”
“Oh God,” Emma groans. “I think it means I am.”