A/N: This is a chapter I believe you have waited for since day one. ;) So enjoy it!
Don't forget to ask all the questons coming to mind! ;)
A reader asked: "Are Regina and Tink going to play matchmaker? Is Robin going to think Tink is trying to match Regina with the handsome hatter?"
I haven't thought about that, but it's actually a good idea (for the second part). Regina is definitely going to play matchmaker. Because Elsa too knew her before her fall, and as far as Elsa's concerned, Regina never turned evil (or not as evil as she was in the end, right before the curse). So in a sense, Regina is protecting that innocence.
Anny Rodrigues asked: "When Outlaw Queen will happen?"
Not right now. As said before, this is a slow burn, so...not right now. ;)
Addie asked (Hey there fellow Dream Team! :D ): "What was with the sparks between Elsa and Jefferson?"
*cough cough* True Love *cough cough*
12. Fourteenth dawn
It couldn't go on like that. It had been more than a week, and she could take it anymore.
She had begun feeling sick right after the Marian's affair – she had decided not to think of his name for a while, it hurt too badly – but ever since the diner with Elsa and the others, it had gotten worse, to the point that she could not swallow any food or drink before eleven in the morning or after ten in the evening. And she was feeling very very tired because of it.
So that morning, she dropped Henry at the bus stop and decided to go to the hospital get a check up.
She met with Jefferson as he dropped Grace by too, and he smiled at her, something she was starting to get used to. "Good morning Regina. You look like shit."
She rolled her eyes. "Charmed. As always."
He chuckled, the laugh fading as soon as she winced as a spasm took her again. "Are you alright?"
She met his genuinely concerned eyes, and shook her head. "Not so right no. I've been feeling sick for a week and thought I'd go to Whale get a check up." She winced again, a faint groan leaving her this time.
Jefferson put a hand on her shoulder. "You can't go like that. May I?" She looked up and so him open his eyes as if asking her the permission to take her in his arms, and her brow furrowed.
He rolled his eyes this time. "Regina, really, stop playing. I'm not asking for your hand in marriage, am I?"
She shook her head, still doubled over. "Okay. Thank God the hospital's not far."
"I couldn't have said it better myself." He walked to her, wrapped an arm around her knees and scooped her up in his arms, groaning a little at her weight. "You'd better get easy on the Nachos, Your Highness."
"Shut up and bring me to the doctor, Jefferson..."
Yes, thankfully, the hospital was just around the corner.
Upon seeing Jefferson and his heavy load, a nurse hurried and called for Doctor Whale, placing a barrow under Regina who laid back down, the pain receding a little from her belly.
She nodded at her somehow saviour. "Thanks."
He nodded back then looked over at the nurse. "Do you need me for anything?"
The nurse shrugged. "We'll see what's the matter, but perhaps she'll need a lift home."
"Then I'll stay."
Regina groaned, but this time not in pain. "You don't have to."
"Shut up." He smirked down at her, and she smirked back.
Doctor Whale was swift to arrive, and surprised to see Regina was the patient, seeing as she was never ill. Ever. The only few times he had seen her in the hospital was when she had protected Neal from her sister and on a few other occasions like when Henry had been cursed her fault.
So when he took her to an empty examination room, he surely was very questioning.
Regina told him that she had started to feel bad about a week prior, and couldn't shake that strange stomach bug away.
He nodded, then turned on some machine, put some gloves, and turned to her, his hands placing over her stomach. "I'm going to push at some strategic points. If you feel anything, tell me."
She nodded, and he started by her right side, then left, then just under her belly-button. It didn't hurt anywhere near that.
He hummed. "Do you have morning sickness?"
"I do. And also evening sickness."
"Not uncalled for." He turned to her again. "I'm going to ask you so really serious and personal questions now, Regina."
She nodded. "Go ahead."
"Are you late in your period?"
She froze. Was he asking-? Was he thinking that she could be-? She shook her head off those thoughts and counted the weeks quickly in her mind. Then her eyes opened in disbelief. "Yes I am. About six days late."
He nodded, a small smirk forming on his lips. "And have you had a sexual partner recently?"
She gulped. Her thoughts went back to that night, to that perfect night. How far that seemed... "Yes." she whispered.
Whale took a device in his hand and placed it over her naked belly.
Surely, faintly but surely, Regina could hear the frantic beating of a heart.
Whale nodded, still smiling. "I'm afraid it can. Regina, congratulations. You are pregnant."
The world faded away, and Regina lost consciousness.
She was pregnant.
Was she cursed?
She was pregnant of the man that had broken her heart a little more than a week prior. Pregnant with his child. With their child. A child made in love but who would be born out of it.
For her, who had to carry that burden, but also for the child.
Could she? Could she be a good mother, a better mother, knowing that its father would be close, loving another woman than her?
Did she have to have an abortion?
No. The thought sent nausea over her. No, she could not kill her child, as small as it still was. She loved it already, she could not. She would not.
But...could she raise it?
Could she endure the nine months of pregnancy with eyes falling on her in the streets, with him surely knowing at first sight he is the father?
But if she- No but she couldn't... Could she?
She groaned, opening an eye, then two.
She was still at the hospital, and could feel a needle through her skin. To her right, she caught the sight of a pouch marked sugar. She had been plugged for her own good.
Sensors had been put on her belly, and the regular beating of her child's heart was almost soothing.
If it hadn't been for Jefferson standing right next to her bed, a smug grin on his face.
"What are you still doing here?"
He rolled his eyes. "You fainted. And I thought it better if I stayed rather than call Snow or someone else who'd learn the happy news by someone else than you." He winked.
She groaned again, putting her hand to her eyes, shielding herself from his smile. "I fell like an idiot."
"Oh, come on, it could be better. I could be the father." He chuckled.
She chuckled back. "You're right. Definitely worse." She met his eyes again, suddenly more serious. "What do you think I should do?"
He shrugged. "It is your choice, Regina, and your choice alone. But I'm sure you'll find a way." He put a careful hand on hers on the bed. "The first question you have to ask yourself is this one: do you want to keep it?"
Regina's mind got back to the same thoughts plaguing her only minutes prior. Then, slowly, deliberately so, she nodded. "I do."
And Jefferson smiled.