AN: I am utterly surprised and stunned that this not only hit 300 favorites, but went over it! 0.o I would never have imagined that this story would become as embraced as it has and I am truly blessed to have people like you in my life to show me that it was worth getting over the insecurity I originally felt about posting this story to begin with. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU, from the bottom of my heart.

This fanfiction is in the process of being revised, but it will be some time before it is completed. I promise it's only cosmetic and nothing in the storyline will be changed or altered.

Also, I did plan to write an extra chapter and an epilogue, but the epilogue I attempted to write after this version was too heartbreaking to post. I want this story to end on a good note and this epilogue does just that, so I am ending it here.

Without further ado, here is the epilogue of Feel My Heart Turn Grey...

7 months later…

To say they were shocked would be the understatement of the year. They assumed and never verified, decorated and prepared, because they were two women creating a magical offspring.

So when the doctor announced it was a healthy baby boy, Regina and Emma were flabbergasted.

"Are you sure?" Emma questioned the doctor from Regina's hospital bedside.

Dr. Behr nodded as one of the nurses handed over the now clean and swaddled newborn. "I'm quite sure Mrs. Swan-Mills, but you are more than welcome to check for yourself."

Regina's outstretched arms took the baby from the doctor and she smiled down at the family's newest addition. She was exhausted from the long labor, but the reward of holding her son was worth every moment.

"Hello there, my little prince. Aren't you quite a surprise," she murmured, grabbing the tiny fist that managed to escape the confines of the blue blanket, placing a soft kiss upon it.

"I thought I was your little prince," Henry pouted from the chair in the corner of the room, pretending to be upset with his brother's new moniker as he crossed his arms over his chest and huffed.

Regina glanced up at her teenage son and saw right through his charade, chuckling at his over-dramatic antics as he stuck his bottom lip out even further. "You're good, but not good enough to fool me, dear."

Henry softened his features and shrugged. "It was worth a shot. Truthfully, I'm just happy there's another boy in the house."

"Regina, I'll be back in a few hours to check on you and the little one," Dr. Behr informed her. "Just hit the call button if you need anything."

Regina nodded in answer, watching as the doctor and nursing staff vacated the room. A whimper from the bundle in her arms drew her attention back and she brushed her knuckles down the infant's cheek.

"What are we going to name you?" Regina mused. "I very much doubt you would like the name Lucinda."

Emma moved in closer to her wife, wrapping an arm around Regina's shoulders while gazing down at their tiny son.

"I don't suppose you would consider naming him after my father, being that Henry is after yours."

"I can barely handle one David, let alone two," Regina stated with a rueful smirk before she glared at the blonde. "And do not think for one moment that we are naming him Aladdin or Naveen."

"Not even Flynn?" "Emma teased, earning a scowl from her wife. "Hey, you're the one who started calling him little prince."

"Can we at least try for something that does not originate from the wonderful world of Disney?"

Reaching out, Emma placed a hand upon their son's chest, feeling his small torso rise and fall with each breath. Using just her index finger, she lovingly stroked his cheek and thought about when she gave birth to Henry. She had only gotten a small glimpse of her newborn son, but that small glimpse was forever etched into her mind. She recalled those first few months after she had given birth, daydreaming about the name she would've chosen for her son and imagining how different her life could've been if she had kept him.

"What are you thinking about, sweetheart?" Regina questioned, interrupting her wife's thoughts.

Emma looked into Regina's dark eyes and smiled. "I might have a name, but I'm not sure if you'll like it. It was a name I would've given to Henry if I had...kept him."

"Oh, Emma…"

"No, it's alright. Everything happens for a reason." She brushed a hand delicately over the patch of fine hair on her son's head, taking note that it was as dark as his brunette mother's hair. "If I didn't give him up, then I wouldn't have had you in my life and without an us, Sofia and this little guy would've never existed. I made the right choice by giving Henry up, because I eventually got to have him back in my life along with so much more." She looked up at Henry who beamed a smile at her in understanding.

Regina brushed a soft kiss to Emma's cheek. "Well, don't keep me in suspense; what name did you have in mind?"

"Christopher."

"Christopher?" Regina repeated with an arched brow. "I have to admit I wasn't expecting such a common household name to come from you."

Emma blushed. "It was a foster brother's name. He and I were very close. We survived a particularly harsh family together and from then on, we'd run into each other at the foster house in between placements. We were thick as thieves and always getting into trouble."

"What happened to him?" Henry asked, fully absorbed into his mother's past.

A solemn looked crossed Emma's features. "He, uh…he died."

"Oh I'm sorry, Ma."

"It's okay, Henry. It was a long time ago."

Sitting up as best she could, Regina lifted the baby away from her chest, her hands supporting his upper body and head, allowing her to be face to face with her son. Russet eyes observed the newest member of their family, a smile gracing her features when she came to a decision.

"Christopher…I believe it suits you quite well, my little prince," Regina cooed. "Christopher David."

Emma's eyes widened at hearing her father's name. "Are you sure, Regina? I thought you said one David was enough."

Regina chuckled. "It would be if it was his first name, especially with your parents living right next door, but as a middle name I believe it's acceptable, wouldn't you agree?"

"Christopher David Swan-Mills," Emma stated, testing it out. "I like it. What do you think, Henry?"

"I like it, too," he agreed. "But you do realize that Christopher is also a Disney name?"

Emma thought for a moment before asking, "Are you referring to Winnie The Pooh or Cinderella?"

Henry pulled a face. "Cinderella? There's no Christopher in Cinderella."

"Not the animated original, the movie; you know, with Whitney Houston and Brandy. I think Whoopi Goldberg was in it as well. Anyway, the prince was named Christopher." Emma took in the confused expressions of her oldest son and wife. "You two need to get out more."

"Regardless, I am attached to the name." Regina brought the newborn to her face, kissing his cheek before handing him over to his blonde mother. "I think it's time that we let the rest of the family meet him," she indicated, wincing when she settled her sore body back down onto the hard mattress.

"I'll get them!" Henry volunteered, running out of the room before anyone could protest.

Emma took the opportunity of the empty room to lean over and kiss Regina, their lips lingering for a moment until Christopher let out a cry.

"Sorry little man, I didn't mean to squish you," Emma apologized, her finger becoming trapped in her son's tiny fist.

Henry reappeared a few minutes later with his sister and grandparents filtering into the room behind him.

"Mommy!" Sofia cried out in excitement as she ran over to the bed, only to pause by the edge of it. "Are you sick? Is it okay for me to hug you?"

Regina held her arms out invitingly to her four-year-old daughter. "I'm not sick, darling; I'm just exhausted and a little sore from giving birth to your brother. You can come up here, just be mindful of my tummy."

Sofia clambered onto the bed, allowing her mother to pull her close and wrap her arms around her. She didn't want to hurt her mother, remembering her warning about her tummy, but she couldn't help snuggling into her mother's embrace. It was her favorite thing to do.

Regina hummed in content as she ran her fingers through Sofia's auburn curls. Feeling her wife vacate the spot beside her, she watched as Emma approached her parents with their newborn son.

Mary Margaret and David seemed to vibrate with excitement as Emma handed the bundle over to her mother. Noticing the blue blanket, Mary Margaret flashed a questioning look towards her daughter, earning a chuckle from the blonde.

"Mom, Dad…meet your grandson, Christopher David," Emma introduced.

"A boy? It's a boy?!" Snow asked in surprise. "But how?"

"Your guess is as good as mine. We were all so sure it'd be a girl," Emma mused.

David glanced down at the infant in his wife's arms, tears welling up in his cerulean eyes. "You gave him my name as his middle name?"

"We did." Emma looked over her shoulder towards her wife and grinned. "It was Regina's idea."

Feeling a pull towards his daughter-in-law, David approached Regina's bedside and glanced down at her, smiling at seeing his granddaughter tucked up against the brunette's side. They had come such a long way, from the Evil Queen and Prince Charming they once were. These days they were family and neighbors, and could even be classified as friends.

Reaching out, he tucked a damp lock of ebony hair behind Regina's ear before leaning down, brushing a soft kiss to her forehead. "You did an amazing job, Regina. My grandson is beautiful," David complimented. "Thank you for bestowing me with the honor of his middle name."

"You're welcome," she replied, only to crinkle her brow in confusion when she realized there was a missing member of their family. "Where is Eric?"

"He woke up with the sniffles, so we asked Ruby to watch him. No need to expose a newborn to germs just yet."

A shrilling cry suddenly pierced the air and everyone's attention turned to Mary Margaret and the screaming bundle in her arms. Emma went to take him back, but her mother gave a small shake of her head, indicating she had it under control.

"I believe someone is hungry," Mary Margaret indicated, carrying the infant over to Regina.

Sofia sat up when she felt her mother shift beside her and watched as Regina took the tiny screaming human into her arms.

"Is that my brother?"

"Yes, dear. This is Christopher," Regina introduced over the newborn's cries.

"He's loud," Sofia stated, taking the baby's angry little fist into her own. "Don't cry, brother."

Smiling at her granddaughter, Mary Margaret leaned forward and kissed Sofia's cheek before brushing a hand over Christopher's head. "We're going to head out. Eric needs medicine and you all need your rest." Placing a kiss to Regina's temple, she leaned back and smiled. "Congratulations, Regina. He is absolutely precious."

"Thank you," she responded, watching David as he mimicked his wife's actions before joining Mary Margaret at Emma's side.

"You have such a beautiful family. Congratulations, sweetheart." She pulled her daughter into her arms and hugged her. "We love you."

"Love you, too," Emma muttered into her mother's shoulder.

"Call us if you need anything," David added, reaching out and kissing his daughter's head.

Emma watched as her parents took their leave before she walked around the bed to the other side. Scooping Sofia up and placing her in her lap, she couldn't help but chuckle when the little girl raised her hands up to cup her ears, making a sour face as Christopher continued to cry.

"Why is he crying so much?"

"He's just hungry, boo bear. You were the same way," Emma informed her, bopping her daughter on the nose with her finger and earning a Regina-worthy scowl in response.

With Emma's parents out of the room, Regina lowered one side of her gown and positioned her son against her chest. She remembered how difficult it was to breastfeed Sofia when she was born and prayed that Christopher wouldn't be the same.

"Come on, sweetheart," Regina encouraged, situating the infant more securely to her breast.

A grateful sigh whispered out of the brunette when she felt him latch on, the crying coming to a halt as he began to suckle. Her fingers found their way to Christopher's head and she began to lightly graze her fingers over the fine, dark hair while softly humming.

Hearing the melody coming from Regina, Sofia dropped her hands from her ears and nuzzled closer to Emma, her head dropping against the blonde's collarbone as she watched and listened to her brunette mother hum a familiar tune.

"That's my song, but my brother can have it too," Sofia stated.

"That's very kind of you, Sofia," Regina praised before she returned to humming.

"I know," she responded nonchalantly, earning a chuckle from her blonde mother. Her thumb found its way to her mouth and she closed her eyes with a tired sigh.

Emma held her daughter closer, feeling the petite body growing heavier as Sofia drifted off to sleep. They tried to break the girl of her thumb-sucking habit, but she refused to give up the addiction when she was exhausted.

A snore from the chair in the corner of the room caused Regina to laugh. Peering around Emma, she could see Henry had passed out in the chair, his arms hanging over the armrests while his head was tilted back with his mouth hanging open, snores filtering out with each exhale of breath.

"Our poor children, they must've had about as much rest as we did." Regina glanced down and smiled at her newborn son. "And it's all because of you."

Christopher had also fallen asleep, his face relaxed with slumber against her breast. Every few minutes his free arm would spasm, causing his expression to wrinkle in discomfort until he relaxed once again. With his fresh-born redness gone, Emma could see Christopher's complexion was already showing signs of matching the olive-toned skin of his brunette mother.

"He is going to look just like you," Emma pointed out, earning a grin from her wife. "Except for his chin, he has my chin."

Regina let out a yawn and blinked her eyes sleepily. "Can you be a doll and place him in his bassinet?"

"Sure," Emma agreed and carefully stood up, laying her daughter gently beside Regina before taking Christopher into her arms.

Placing the newborn in his hospital-issued bassinet, she wheeled it closer to the bed, making it easier for Regina to reach out and touch him. Grabbing an extra blanket, Emma tucked it around Henry, smiling as he adjusted in his sleep and promptly returned to snoring.

Regina scooted over when her wife returned to the bed and she watched as Emma picked Sofia back up before carefully climbing under the covers. Tucking the blankets around them all, Emma wrapped her free arm around Regina and pulled her gently against her side, smiling when both of her charges cuddled tighter against her. With her wife beside her and her daughter upon her chest while her two sons slept nearby, Emma couldn't help it as she released a long contented sigh.

"I love our family so much," Emma whispered. "I never imagined having any of this, yet here I am with a gorgeous wife and three beautiful children. Life is good."

Reaching out to rub her hand up and down her daughter's back, Regina murmured, "Life is wonderful, but we need to create a magical contraceptive or else life will become miserable when I make you sleep in the guest room for the rest of our marriage."

Emma frowned, earning a chuckle from her wife before she felt her lean up and kiss the underside of her jaw.

"I wouldn't survive that," Emma confessed.

"Well, I'd be more than happy to add a fourth child to our family, so long as you are the one carrying them," Regina indicated. "As a matter of fact, I will see to it that every child we have from here on out shall be carried by you, whether it be one more or even twelve more additions to the family."

Emma visibly paled. "Magical contraceptive is in order."

Regina grinned triumphantly. "I had a feeling you would say that," she responded before resting her head upon Emma's shoulder.

Sofia's head was nestled below her chin on Emma's chest and she hummed in content while closing her eyes, her fingers interlacing with Emma's upon their daughter's back. Hearing Henry's snores from the corner of the room and a soft mew every now and then from their newborn son, Regina couldn't help but silently disagree with her wife.

Life wasn't good, it was amazing.