Double Trouble


Emma and Regina were half into the second month after their birth when they couldn't contain the yearning to feel each other anymore. It'd been torturous having to wait so long for the bleeding to stop so they could enjoy sleeping intimately together again, as soon as the sky was clear— so to speak, Emma made her intentions known.

They were using the roughly two hours they had before the twins woke up again to claim their midnight meal, but Regina broke the heated kiss.

"Emma, what if we get pregnant again? We can't just have unprotected sex."

"Ugh," Emma groaned as she was interrupted. She had been so invested in rubbing her thigh against Regina's sex, only to have her push her away. "Pretty sure we got pregnant when both our hoo-has rubbed together so… not gonna do that. We already had this convo. Can't we just… fondle each other?"

"Nine months from now it could be five, love. Five children. How are we going to raise that many and still protect the denizens of this town, who act like children themselves most of the time?"

"Nah. Henry already looks after himself for the most part," Emma responded as she resumed kissing Regina's neck. "It'd be just four. The town can suck it."

"Emma! I'm not joking. Four babies. Twice the diapers we already change."

"Arrrggg…" Emma growled.

She got off from Regina's body and rolled to the side to pull out a drawer from the nightstand, and a peculiar glove from inside it. She wore the special glove in her right hand; made from the same ingredients in the anti-magic cuff from Pan, though enhanced for texture and flexibility— a glove they'd had Dr. Whale confect for them before they found out just how low the moral compass of this man was, but at least he made half-decent sex toys when given monetary incentive.

Emma didn't like it very much because she wouldn't feel Regina and her muscle responses fully, but she had to sacrifice the sensation for her wife's security. That and because one of the fingertips housed a small bullet vibrator that made the experience sharper, so it wasn't all-bad; it should be good for the receiver.

"Thank you," Regina said to her as she saw her put it on and lube it up.

They would test the prototype for the first time, which the ex-doctor named: The Magic Touch®, ironically.

"Can I—"

"You better. Make me cum, Sheriff," Regina answered in her super sexy voice that had Emma forget everything and just think of one thing: make Regina fucking cum.

"Mmmh…" Emma moaned as she licked on a nipple, the hint of sweetness in her mouth, then moved to lick down Regina's soft belly and lower, coming to lick and flick her clit while the vibrator in her middle finger, circled around the slick opening wet with arousal.

Regina groaned this time when Emma pushed the pulsing bulbous tip inside her and continued blowing on her swollen clit, making it feel deliciously hot. The finger began to thrust inside as Emma never parted her mouth from her pussy, stimulating her. Quickly it built up and the brunette's legs were tightening around the blonde as her muscles tensed in a climax and Regina had to turn off the vibrator with the remote because she could handle no more teasing.

The expressions in Regina's face were beautiful— it was beautiful to see her orgasm, and Emma felt very proud. She was smiling to herself when Regina rolled them over and topped her; kissing her mouth erotically, sticking out her tongue to barely graze her lips before kissing them again and then fucking her mouth with her it; like she would be doing her vagina next with that tongue.

Regina moved down between the blonde's legs, careful not to touch her with her fingers because Emma was the one wearing the special glove. She licked circles around her clit and then slid down her wet slit and plunged her tongue inside her, making Emma groan in pleasure. Determined to make her come with just her mouth, Regina moved back to working on the small, pink pearl of her flesh, flicking and lapping until Emma's hands where firm on her head and her hips were swaying along to fuck her face.

Emma had to bite on a pillow to come quietly, and thankfully the twins continued sleeping for a little while more until it was feed time. Of course the next morning they were even more tired than the usual, but happier, too.


Four months later.


"I really, really miss using our strapon," Emma insisted.

"Me too, Emma, but it gets our sex much closer."

"We can take the pill the day after…"

"That's an idea, but magic?"

"I may have something…" Emma averted her eyes.

"Okay… What is it?" Regina eyed her curiously.

"I may have asked Viktor to make condoms with some of that anti-magic thing, and he did."

"Emma…"

"He's behaving. Actually he's doing great since we revoked his medical license and he opened his sex shop. Makes a shit ton'a money and has become the local sugar daddy. Storybrooke's got their own Hefner, imagine that."

"Gross. But at least he's useful and true to his nature, I guess."

"Yeah, Henry did him a favor by forcing him to come clean with his dirty work. Funny that."

"Funny indeed."

"So… you in?"

"I rather have you IN me," Regina smiled sensually.


Eleven months.


"Emma!" Regina screamed.

"Ma, you have to see this!" Henry was next.

"What?" She came rushing from the kitchen to the family room, holding a big spoon in her right hand.

"Look!" both brunettes said.

Henry was holding Maribel by the hands, but then released her and she kept her footing for a few seconds and even tried to take a step forward toward her brunette mother, who was sitting on the floor, but fell on her butt.

"She's been trying to walk and for a moment she almost made it."

Marina was sitting on Regina's lap, playing with her long and shiny necklace while Emma had been boiling carrots to make baby food.

"Shit. The stove. Be right back!" Emma ran back to the kitchen and turned off the gas. She might suck at cooking adult food but she drew the line at fucking up baby food. She came back and tried with Henry for Maribel to make her first steps while the carrots cooled down.

"Mam, ma, mama," the baby mumbled as Henry gently guided her holding her little hands. He released her in hope she would put one foot in front the other and make it to Emma's arms, took his cellphone out and started recording as the baby stood on her feet.

Marina on her part was far more interested in sucking on the pendant from Regina's necklace.

"No, sweetheart, this isn't edible." Regina tried to make her stand up so she might attempt to walk.

"Na, na, na!" Marina responded and dropped on her butt, then crawled to the coffee table and used her tiny hands to stand up and reach the remote control laying on the glass top to bring it to her mouth.

"And neither is this," Regina removed it from her grasp.

Marina yelled angrily and removed her hands from the glass top and made one, two, and three steps before sinking on her four and crawling the distance to claim back the remote in her mother's hand on her lap.

"Oh my God! Did you see that?" Emma was baffled.

"I caught it on video!" Henry answered, recording their faces of shock and pride and surprise.

"Yay! Go Marina!"

They clapped at her and she was puzzled for a moment, but beamed and began clapping her hands as well, imitating them.

"Let's try again," Emma said to them.

Regina picked Marina up as Emma took Maribel. They set the remote control over the coffee table and walked five steps from it and then put the little girls back on their feet so they would try reaching to their destination, meanwhile Henry recorded everything.

They let go of the little hands and Marina and Maribel stood on their chubby legs for a couple of seconds, then tried to give a step front and a second, but Maribel fell before making it to the third and Marina, the slightly smaller twin, actually reached to the coffee table with wobbly steps and took the remote control and brought it to her mouth.

They clapped again with excitement and Marina clapped her hands too, but Maribel made a pouty face and broke into tears. Emma picked her in her arms and kissed her face, hushed her as she told her it was okay and she would soon be walking and even running behind her big brother.

Henry picked up Marina so Regina could go to the kitchen to blend the carrots into a puree. Soon enough she called them to gather at the table to have dinner.

Regina pulled out of the oven the lasagna she'd left on "warm" setting, and brought the salad to the table, along two glasses of wine and a glass of iced tea for their boy. They set the twins on their high chairs and maneuvered between giving them a spoon of carrot and then taking themselves a forkful of lasagna— they had gotten very good at these gymnastics by now.

After finishing dinner, Henry helped washing the dishes. They watched a movie together in the family room and then went upstairs to rest. They kissed their eldest goodnight and moved over to tuck their youngest in their cribs. Maribel was a little fuzzy and Emma had to sway with her in the rocking chair until she fell asleep. Regina watched them from the door with a warm heart, smiling at Emma as she came out after putting the baby down.

They made it to their room, changed to pajamas, and kissed before drifting into sleep. Weekend was over and tomorrow they had work to do.

The following morning, when they went early to the nursery room to feed the twins, they nearly had a heart attack when they didn't see Marina in her crib, but found her in the closet playing with some toys from a box.

They asked Henry if he had anything to do with it and he was as surprised as them. He was just waking up to take a shower and get ready for school.

It became a daily occurrence half into that week and Emma decided to leave the camera recording at night to find out what was going on; the mattress in the crib was set at its lowest level so the children wouldn't be able to climb out, it didn't make sense. Not unless…

"Magic. Holy shit, look!" Emma pointed with her finger.

In the screen they saw Marina sit up, look around the room and then clap her hands and poof light lavender magic, and in a blink of an eye she was now sitting on the floor and going to the box in the far corner where there was a box of toys; the one that had been removed from the closet and left there in purpose.

Maribel was looking at her sister curiously, apparently calling for her, as Marina crawled up to her sister's crib. They appeared to be babbling with each other through the bars and suddenly Maribel sneezed and puffed light lavender magic too and was now also on the floor playing with her sister and all the toys she had scattered around them. They played for about half an hour, when they began to feel sleepy again and Maribel crawled to her crib, sneezed again, and was back inside. Marina chortled at her sister's sneezing but decided to stay on the floor, playing until she fell asleep and her mothers found her curled up there with an elephant plushy.

"What are we going to do? I've never heard of babies wielding magic from such tender age," Regina was very distressed.

"Don't ask me, I didn't use magic until I was nearly thirty. You're the expert here."

"I can only think about the cuffs, but I have no idea if they would affect them differently because they're so young. I would not want to risk it."

"Me neither… I guess we'll have to make night shifts to watch them."

Regina sighed. They were finally starting to get longer nights, only to have to wake up again every two hours.


"Woah! You kinda look like crap Emma, what happened?" Ruby not so politely asked her friend as Emma got to the bar to ask for two coffees for the go while Regina waited in the car.

"Magical twins, that's what happened."

"Huh?"

"We just found out yesterday they can use magic and now we have to go back to checking on them every two hours."

"Ouch."

"Yeah- I mean, I love my kids… just, I wish I could sleep more."

"Sorry… Here's your coffee."

"Thanks. And please don't tell anyone, we still haven't told my parents."

"Sure thing. See ya!"


As Emma and Regina continued to check upon them, the little girls soon learned the pattern. They would wake up in between their mothers' shifts and come out to play, and go back to their cribs before they came back.

Their mothers thought it had been just an oddity because their babies seemed to be behaving now. They believed that for a month until they found both Marina and Maribel in the same crib sleeping, and when Regina called for Emma the girls opened their eyes and started giggling. They had been pretending to be asleep.

"Oh no, no laughing you naughty girls," Regina chastised them, though she was smiling because it was impossible to be angry at such cuteness.

"I think it's best we take them to our bed," Emma suggested.

Regina looked at her for a long moment before nodding and saying "yes."

Magical incidents stopped happening at night. With their mothers with them, the two girls would sleep much longer and only wake up from time to time to make sure they were still sleeping with their moms. Instead, their magical phenomena transported to daytime, so Regina decided to take the girls with her to the office instead of sending them to daycare.


It was their first birthday. Time felt like it was flying.

They had a Pocoyo cake and when their mothers blew out the candles for them, Marina and Maribel squeaked excitedly as the flames went out, and wanted to see that again. They clapped their little hands and suddenly the candles were lit back.

"Oh my gosh!" Snow gasped.

She hadn't witnessed any of their little tricks because they seemed to only make magic around their mothers to get their attention or to protest.

Marina and Maribel started pointing at the candles and saying "moma" so Regina and Emma would blow again. They did and the flames went out, and the babies did their magic again. Emma and Regina did once more, but after that they removed the candles and told their babies it was time to eat the cake, gave them their formula bottles and the twins focused on that instead, and soon fell asleep.


At two years old, the twins were able to switch their sippy cups from water to juice; their scrambled eggs for cookies, and bathing them had become a real challenge, as after the mandatory chase they would poof away from their mothers' grasp and the only way to get them to stop doing that, was by filling the tub with bubbles and toys; now the problem was to get them out, but at least their naughty little ducklings were clean.

Never did they imagine their True Love kids to be this wayward and exhausting— far more than any villain they ever had to deal with. But it was still beautiful and they wouldn't trade it for anything. Looking back now, Henry had been incredibly easy in comparison, and he had also been one naughty boy.

Emma and Regina smiled as they watched the girls sleep in their own beds.


"Promise you won't use magic," Regina said to the twins.

She was kneeling before them at the foot of the stairs before the entrance to pre-school. It was their first day. Marina and Maribel looked at each other and then back at their mother.

"Promise," they said in unison.

Emma squinted at them. "Promise for real, duckies. I can tell when you're lying," she made a funny scowl, bringing her hands to her hips and raising an eyebrow.

The twins bit their lips and looked downcast, as if caught with hands in the cookie jar.

"Mama has a superpower and you know it, sweethearts. Promise you'll behave," Regina asked them gently.

Marina and Maribel offered their pinkies. "Pinky promise?"

Regina and Emma hooked their pinkies with their daughters and echoed them; "pinky promise."

Emma knelt too and the girls hugged each mother and then ran to their grandmother's side to take her hands and be guided to their new classrooms.

Emma and Regina felt a knot in their throat as the little three-year olds turned back to wave their hands as they disappeared behind the door.

"Bye, mommies!" They shouted happily, excited at seeing so many children their size.

Once their children were out of sight, they turned to each other and cried in one another's arms. Their babies were growing up too fast.

They kissed and held hands as they walked to the car.


"What's wrong?" Ruby asked Emma after seeing her brooding by the window.

She'd come to the station to deliver her lunch instead of Marlene because she broke her ankle and was on paid leave. But also to see her friend, because with her new role as CEO of the inn and breakfast— after Granny decided it was time to retire and tend to her small farmhouse and her animals instead of the growingly more demanding clients —she nearly got no time to spare with her friends, and was looking forward Marlene's come back to offer her a rise and also more responsibility to take some of the weight off her shoulders. She wondered how her grandmother managed to admin everything on her own; maybe that was why she was so grumpy all the time.

"It sucks, Rubes. I mean- I should be happy, and I am, of the twins and their first day in school... but it also hurts. Time is moving so fast I can barely keep up, you know?"

"Yeah…" Ruby offered an apologetic mind. "That's kids for you, huh," she looked downcast.

Emma noticed the gloominess that crossed her friend's features.

"No luck yet? With the insemination," she asked.

She shook her head. "We dropped that after coming across Frankensugga at the clinic." Ruby grimaced.

"Huh?!"

She told Emma about their second attempt at in-vitro and how as they were entering the clinic, Viktor was going out and stopped and said: "Maybe one of you lucky ladies hits the jackpot with one of my swimmers," and winked at them. He was a donor apparently and it made their skin crawl. So they turned around and decided they didn't want to do it anymore, and now they were on list to adopt, but there weren't any babies available for adoption in Storybrooke— which was actually a good thing, but for them it meant a long wait, if it ever happened.

They'd been married for two years now and felt ready to care for another human being; they had the means, the love, and the desire to share.

"Well that really sucks," Emma sympathized with her. Some people had real struggles.

The phone started ringing in the station and August picked up. Emma and Ruby looked in his direction.

"Deputy August, what's your emergency?" He answered. "Seriously?" He asked bewildered as he side-glanced Emma. "You're right, I apologize. I didn't mean to suggest you were pranking the law enforcement," he moved the phone away from his mouth and covered it, and signaled Emma to come. "Yes, ma'am."

"What now?" She grumbled.

Emma took the phone. "Sheriff Swan on the phone, who am I speaking to?"

"Mrs. Gomez, hi. Everything o- I see. Be right there." She hang up.

"What's the emergency?" Ruby asked her.

Emma let out a deep breath. "My double trouble."


Emma decided to poof to the kindergarten and headed to the pre-school section. Mrs. Gomez was waiting impatiently for her by the door of the classroom, from where a lot of giggling was coming, but did not step inside, and stood by the door cautiously instead.

"Holy c-," Emma had to shut her mouth before cussing in front of all the little kids and the catholic teacher and the pissed off principal, "cow."

Emma used her magic to freeze the whole classroom so they wouldn't move, but more than it was to immobilize them, it was so they would not suddenly fall to the floor and break a bone or worse.

She looked down at the only two children on the floor and glowered.

"What did mommy ask you in the morning?" She asked the twins.

"No candy?" Marina responded innocently.

"No, that was yesterday," Emma felt soften a little, but had to keep her angry mom face up.

"No magic?" Maribel responded, averting her eyes.

"That's right. We will talk about this later with mom. This is no good."

Marina and Maribel made sad pouty faces.

"Ahem," the teacher inside a big bubble cleared her throat. "Would you mind?"

"Ah, sorry!" Emma responded.

Yellow magic glowed in her hands as she slowly made the children and their teacher come down to the floor.

It had been lunch break when the twins started playing making saliva bubbles and as their little friends laughed with them, they began to make bigger ones until suddenly they floated away as they also grew, and each child was trapped inside one and floating in the air now- even the teacher could not escape.

The kids were super happy and excited, but their teacher feared the heights and started screaming until Mrs. Gomez came in and found what the commotion was.

"Mrs. Swan-Mills, I'm afraid if your children don't learn to control themselves, we won't be able to welcome them in our school," the principal said.

"I'm very sorry. Please give them a chance, it was their first day."

"Exactly. If this is what they do on their first day, what will it be a week or a month from now when they become more at ease?"

"They're only three," Emma said sharply, growing angry, "they more than deserve a second chance."

"Someone could have been hurt, Sheriff, you saw all those children suspended in the air, six feet high. Do you understand in which position you're putting me, how other parents will feel letting their children be exposed?"

Emma felt her stomach churn. Mrs. Gomez was right, but she was also very harsh, talking about her babies like they were some kind of monster and it hurt deep down- too close, seeing her children suffer rejection because they were misfits.

She swallowed the knot in her throat.

"I understand perfectly," Emma muttered.

"They got but one chance. I can't do more," the lady said more empathetically now. "These children's lives are entrusted to us every day; yours included."

"I said I understand," Emma turned her back to her.

She called Marina and Maribel and picked them in her arms. They worriedly shouted "backpacks, mommy" and Emma looked down at their little backpacks by the chairs. Her babies were still a little upset and she decided to not make them feel worse, so she wiggled her eyebrows and made the bags come floating behind them in bubbles, just like the twins had made the entire classroom.

Mrs. Gomez folded her arms across her chest and let out a heavy sigh.

"Mama! No magic," They said simultaneously in secret, making surprised faces.

"Shhh… I won't tell mommy if you don't tell grandma."

The twins giggled behind their hands and then closed their eyes and opened them again after Emma poofed them to the station.

"Mama, what's that?" Marina asked as she pointed with her arm to the cell.

Emma had an idea. She lowered them down on the sofa beside the cell and then asked August to come.

"You remember August, girls?"

"Hello, princesses," he waved at them.

"Yesh…" The kids responded, looking at each other, then August, and blushed lightly as they turned to look down at their shoes shyly.

"He's a cop. You know what a cop is?"

"Nope," the twins shook their little curly heads.

August went to kneel down on one knee and began speaking to them about how a cop had to maintain peace, protect the weak and make sure people didn't misbehave or they would have consequences for their bad behavior and he would have to put them inside that very boring jail until they learned their lesson.

The girls understood what a jail was then: a place for bad people, where they had no toys to play or any candy to eat, and nodded understandingly.

"Is we going to jail, mama?" Maribel asked sadly.

"No one is going to jail," Regina's voice came from around the corner in the hallway. "Not on my watch."

"Love," Emma was slightly startled. She wasn't expecting her, and she wanted to wait until they were home to tell her about the incident.

"Mommy!" The twins ran to Regina's side and hugged her legs.

"Hey, sweeties," she leaned down and kissed each on their foreheads. "How was your first day in school?"

The girls looked downcast and Regina felt her heart sink. "What happened my loves?" She asked them in a sweetened tone.

Their eyes began pooling with tears and Regina looked at Emma worriedly.

"It's okay, honeys, why don't you go with Deputy August to the ice cream shop? Would you like that?" Regina asked, and gave the man a pointed look and tight lips.

August looked at her with a "da fuck?" face and then at Emma and Emma offered an apologetic smile. Apparently now his job encompassed the task of playing nanny.

Their little faces lit up at that. "Yes, mommy!"

"Okay… Let's go then! Who wants me to turn on the siren?" August asked cheerfully.

"Meeeeee!" both kids screamed excitedly as they went to hold his hands to go out the station, imitating the sound of the siren with their high voices as he swung them on the way out.

Regina walked closer to Emma, who against her resolve to tell the story calmly, couldn't contain herself and broke into tears. Regina embraced her tightly and had to fight her own tears to be strong for the both of them. After Emma could calm down, they went to sit down on the old blue couch.

"I can't help but be reminded of my own childhood. Always the outcast, constantly rejected and sent back," Emma cleaned her nose with a tissue.

Regina caressed her back gently. "I'm so sorry Emma."

"What happened, happened; there's no way changing the past. But I want a better future for our daughters," Emma leaned her head on Regina's shoulder.

Regina kissed her hair. "We can do homeschool. I'm sure your mother wouldn't mind being their teacher until they can be well on their own."

"I thought about that… But that's not what I want. I don't want to isolate them and make them live inside a bubble that will eventually burst and face them with a harsh realty. I want them to have friends, feel part of something."

"Feel like they belong... I want the same for them. But we can't change the fact our children are special," Regina offered a small smile.

"I know."

"It was really dangerous what they did. I know they were just playing, but lives were involved. I for once don't know what to do, love. I put myself in the other parents shoes and can't help but worry an accident is just waiting to happen."

"So what do we do?" Emma looked into her eyes sadly.

"I can only think of one thing: if magic is the problem, we have to remove it."

Emma opened her eyes wide. "You're not suggesting we—"

"No," Regina placed her hand on Emma's shaking knee. "Do you still have that apartment in New York?"

"Come now?"

"Where you lived with Henry before coming back to Storybrooke."

"I know which, just… Obviously no," she chuckled lightly. "I sold it when we found out we were pregnant with the twins, knowing I would not part from your side ever, and also to start a savings account for Henry's college, although some of it went to pay for our wedding."

Emma wiped her tears away with a new tissue, the hint of a smile appearing in her lips.

"What do you think?" Regina tucked some loose curls of blonde hair behind her ear.

"I like the idea. They could live normal lives," her wife smiled.

"But you'd have to leave your family behind- I mean your parents."

"They once made that choice for me because it was the best. I have a family of my own now and want to do what's right for us," she took Regina's hands in hers. "I'd go with you to the end of the world: you're my home."

"You're my home too," Regina said.

They got closer and shared a kiss, caressing their hair lovingly as they did.

"Eew!" They suddenly heard from familiar small voices and smiled into their kiss before breaking apart.

"Let's go, kids. We're going home."

They each picked one of the twins in their arms.