Summary | Massachusetts State Police Capt. Emma Swan leaves her red-hot career to become the police chief of sleepy Storybrooke, Maine. She’s hoping for a less-complicated, less-dangerous life, a desire that is dashed on both counts. Swan Queen is endgame
Rating | M
Theme | AU. No magic. Crime drama and romance
Also on AO3
His small body wracked with sobs and gasps as he tried to calm down and regain a normal breathing pattern. Emma rubbed his back until he did. “Tell me what’s wrong,” she implored lovingly.
"Logan…." The tears started again, but he was able to rein them in quickly. "Logan said you’re not my momma." He began to sob once more, Regina and Emma exchanging worried glances.
"What do you mean?" Regina asked measuredly.
"I said Cheef’s my Cheef and he said she’s not my momma. She’s a Cheef, not a momma, not…not my momma." His face was so screwed up in distress it was physically painful for the women to witness.
"Well, he’s kinda right, bud. You weren’t in my tummy. You were in Momma’s tummy. Yeah?"
Henry nodded, sniffing fiercely. “Yeah. Santa put me in Momma’s tummy.”
It took every ounce of control to not burst out laughing at the boy’s statement. She hugged him to her chest and stared wide-eyed at her girlfriend over his shoulder. Regina’s mouth hung open in a perfect o.
"Santa?" Emma mouthed, trying not to laugh. The brunette shrugged her shoulders.
Henry pulled away and looked up sadly. “So you’re not my momma?”
Emma caught Regina’s eyes and held them, silently communicating her intention. She didn’t have to speak, Regina could tell where this was going. Tears began to pool as she nodded her approval.