Baby Fever

Summary: Regina goes into labour at her baby shower and her magic goes haywire causing earthquakes all over Storybrooke. Someone else wants the baby and Emma has to make a deal that might just cost her the thing that brought her and Regina together. Swan Queen (Sequel to Flu Love's Kiss).

A/N: This is a sequel to Flu Love's Kiss and will contain references to that story but it's mostly readable on it's own as well. Enjoy!

Usual disclaimer applies.

FLK recap: After the curse broke, a magical illness called Love Flu caused various Storybrooke couples to be stuck together by the hands, including Emma and Regina. Regina was secretly in love with Emma, who was not-so-secretly attracted to her. Regina only admitted her secret when Dr Whale sought them out looking for the strongest heart of all, which belonged to Emma since she'd made her own heart as hard as marble to protect herself from falling in love again. Once they defeated Whale and were cured of Love Flu, Emma convinced Regina into giving their relationship a chance, promising that her heart would catch up to hers and they married shortly after.

Chapter 1 - 'The shakes'

Four years after the Love Flue epidemic

Toothpaste dripped onto Emma's shirt when she looked up to see reflected in the bathroom mirror her heavily pregnant wife standing in the doorway crying.

"What's wrong? Is it time-"

"No," Regina sobbed in annoyance. "We don't have enough baby wipes!"

Emma almost choked on her toothbrush trying not to laugh. Regina with 'baby brain' was infinitely amusing, not that she ever would ever say that out loud for fear of losing a limb. That very morning Regina had already put the milk in the cupboard and the grapes in the microwave. There was a huge pile of supplies in the nursery for the baby already... Emma tried not to fathom out the pregnant-woman logic of this latest 'disaster' too much.

"Er, can't we just buy more?" said Emma thickly, spitting out the toothpaste into the sink.

"Emma, shut up," snapped Regina, turning on her heel.

The mirror in front of Emma split with a loud crack making her jump. Wasn't breaking a mirror considered bad luck or something? Emma sighed and wiped her mouth on a towel, thinking of how difficult today was going to be for her wife.

It wasn't just the pregnancy hormones that were getting to Regina. Her magic had been going haywire ever since they'd found out she was finally pregnant after months of trying. Regina had vowed against doing any magic on purpose while she was pregnant (just in case) but her powers were still manifesting in different ways to curious effect. Like Emma's police cruiser ending up on the roof of the Sheriff's Station.

That one had been one of the funnier and less dangerous outcomes.

And today was the baby shower which Mary Margaret had insisted upon throwing for them. With her unpredictable magic and being this late into her pregnancy, Regina was reluctant to go out so they were holding the party at home.

Emma was just putting on a fresh shirt when she heard the doorbell ring downstairs signalling the arrival of guests. She was relieved to hear her wife answering the door, sounding completely recovered.

It wasn't so much a shower of gifts as a downpour. Emma gave an internal cheer every time one of the gift baskets included baby wipes.

Most of the clothes and toys were gender-neutral since they hadn't told anyone the sex of the baby - only Regina knew it because Emma wanted it to be a surprise this time since she'd found out when she was pregnant herself. Her mother's present had suitably covered the practical side of things for the baby, which was great, but Emma had a sneaking suspicion that there were a bunch of very-pink and very-blue things at home still with store tags on them - only one of the colour schemes would be returned to the shops.

Everyone awwwed in unison as an impossibly small white onesie with a red apple in applique on the front was unwrapped.

"It's so tiny," gushed Mary Margaret.

Granny chuckled. "Oh, they grow quick enough believe me."

There weren't many attending the party, and apart from Ruby and Kathryn, all of the women were mothers so the discussions centered around fond memories.

"When my Timothy was born he was too small for any of the clothes in the layette I prepared," said Mrs Montague nostalgically. "He's taller than I am now!"

"I remember when I was pregnant with Emma… but she didn't get to wear any of her clothes," said Mary Margaret wistfully with a hint of sadness. She stopped herself from going too much further though, it was bordering on dangerous territory and she truly didn't want to upset Regina today of all days by bringing up the past.

"Is it just me," said Ruby to her friend. "Or is it still really weird to think of Emma coming out of your-"

"RUBY!" chastised Granny.

"What?! It is!"

Mary Margaret laughed and looked at her grownup daughter fondly. "Yes, but she's definitely mine, she has my chin. Emma used to kick me in the ribs all night."

"So she was trouble even back then?" Kathryn raised her eyebrows.

"Okaaay," interrupted Emma to get the focus off of herself. "How about we do another present?"

She got up off the couch and fetched another box from the gift table to hand to Regina, but as she turned around she saw them all staring at her.

"Wha- GAH!" Emma cried, looking down at her near-naked self. Suddenly all of her clothes had disappeared leaving her standing there in her underwear.

Ruby whistled at her.

"Regina, fix this," whined Emma, trying to fold her arms across her body. "Oh my god. This is like one of those bad dreams where you walk into an exam naked isn't it? Except it's real."

"I didn't mean to," Regina frowned and disappeared into the kitchen.

Emma's clothes reappeared and she ducked into the kitchen to follow after her wife.

"Are you ok, Gi?" said Emma concerned, hanging through the arch that led to the kitchen.

Regina started wide-eyed at being caught with a cookie in her mouth.

"Hey!" cried Emma, playfully. "I thought you came in here cos you were upset … and here you are getting stuck into the Honey Jumbles. Ooh that one has pink icing, does that mean the baby's a girl?"

"No."

"Then it's a boy?"

"No."

"An alien then."

"The sex of the baby is I'm-not-telling-you. It's a secret, just like you wanted."

Emma came up behind her and tried to reach for a cookie from the tray. "Maybe I changed my mind. Gimme."

"No." Regina swatted her hand away. "These are mine."

Emma smirked and pressed herself against her wife, as close as the bump would allow. "All of them?"

"Yes, dear," Regina said in a low voice. "They're all mine."

"Just like me," Emma whispered and threaded her hand through Regina's hair, bringing their lips together. She could taste the ginger from the Jumbles and deepened the kiss hungrily. A thrill ran through her causing a shiver when she felt Regina begin to respond fully, which hadn't happened in a long time. Regina pulled away with a sudden gasp and extricated herself swiftly, and Emma tried hard not to be hurt by it yet again.

"You having an ok time with the party?" asked Emma with a weak smile.

"Yes," sighed Regina. "I'm just uncomfortable."

"Your back hurting again?"

Regina nodded and accepted the caress against her cheek.

"Not long now, it'll be over before you know it," said Emma reassuringly.

The party was winding down and most of the guests had either left already or were in the process of leaving. Ethel Montague had left earlier to pick up her son Tim from soccer and Ruby and Granny left to prepare for dinner rush at the diner. Mary Margaret and Kathryn were staying afterward to help clean up the explosion of wrapping paper and remains of the food table.

"Regina, do you want us to take all the gifts up to the nursery?" asked Kathryn, putting a bunch of things into a pile.

"Uhm, I don't know," murmured Regina vaguely, her eyes a bit unfocused.

Mary Margaret frowned at her. "Regina, are you feeling ok?"

Emma came back in from the kitchen from where she'd been carting in the large trays of leftover food that Henry and David would no doubt devour later.

"I think we had enough food," Emma chuckled, but her smile dropped seeing Mary Margaret's concern.

All of a sudden the ground began to slide and shake underneath them. Picture frames came down off the walls and the lighting fixtures crashed to the floor as the entire building began to move.

"What's going on?" cried Mary Margaret.

"It's an earthquake." Emma recognised the event from those she'd experienced when living in LA. She scanned the ceiling and the sliding furniture to assess the magnitude of the danger.

"An earthquake in Storybrooke?!" said Kathryn, unable to help falling to her knees.

Emma made a grab for Regina but nearly fell off her feet with the others as the tremors continued. Her brow creased, wondering why Regina herself was standing still apparently able to balance despite the shifting ground.

The table slid into the wall with a bang, taking the chairs with it.

"Gi, are you ok? We gotta go - Regina?!"

Regina moaned in pain and bent over slightly, squeezing her eyes shut.

"Emma," gasped Kathryn, watching Regina's face carefully with wide eyes. "I think she's in labour."

David and Henry were at the Sheriff's station when all the phone lines started ringing at once. Within 30 seconds they felt the tremors shake the building.

"Henry!" cried David reaching to grab the teen's shoulder.

"What's going on!" called Henry over the rumbling noise as the furniture scraped across the floor.

"I don't know! Stay away from the windows… get in a doorway, Henry."

The tremors stalled but the phones continued to ring. David grabbed the first line and listened to the frightening calls one by one.

"What's going on," said Henry urgently once David hung up.

"That was Emergency Services. Power's out all over the town and there's reports of trees and debris over all the main thoroughfares."

"Is it bad?"

"I don't know, the guys said they're expecting a lot of rescues..."

Henry's face lit up with worry. "We have to call home. To check on Mom and the baby."

David pulled out his phone and pressed send. "Come on, Emma, pick up… Pick up!"

"David!" Emma finally answered but the panic in her voice alarmed him immediately.

"Emma, are you guys oka-"

"No! We need an ambulance!"

"What's wrong? Is anyone hurt."

"It's Regina. She's in labour. I don't know what to do! We have to get her to a hospital."

"Emma, listen, the roads are blocked from the earthquake…"

"WHAT?!"

"I just spoke to Emergency Services. They're trying their best but there's a lot of calls already… how far along is she?"

"Pretty fucking far along! Contractions are only a minute apart."

David slammed his fist on the desk, feeling helpless. Even he knew that meant they were out of time. "Emma, is Mary Margaret there?"

"Yes, and Kathryn too."

"Ok, stay where you are. I'm bringing Henry and we're going to try to get to you and pick up Dr Reed on the way ok? Put your Mom on."

"David," sighed Mary Margaret over the phone.

"Mar, tell me how bad this is – is Emma just panicking? Is there any reason to think that Regina and the baby are in danger? Apart from the earthquake."

"David, there really is no time. The baby's coming now. We need help."

David clenched his fist around the handset. "Ok. Get Regina comfortable, get first aid, get whatever's in the house… if Henry and I can't get there in time with the doctor, get Reed on the phone and have him talk you through this ok? We'll be there as soon as we can."

David hung up quickly and gave the teen a small grin. "Henry, we gotta go home. Your baby brother or sister is on the way!"

A/N: Since this is a baby shower, let's play a game. Any guesses for the baby's sex and name?