Emma wasn’t supposed to overhear it. She’d just stopped by the mayor’s office to pick up Henry when she heard muffled voices through the door—Regina’s voice, tight with restrained pain, and Robin’s, low and frustrated.
"Because of the potion, Robin! I made myself barren. I can’t have more children." Regina’s voice wavered, but she quickly regained control. "I told you this before we—before anything started."
Emma’s heart clenched. She’d known Regina had trouble conceiving, but she never knew why. The thought of Regina, young and desperate enough to believe she needed to sacrifice her own future for power, made something deep in her ache.
She should have left. It wasn’t her business. But when she heard Robin’s dismissive scoff, she lingered.
"You’re the most powerful sorceress in town, and you expect me to believe there’s no way to fix this?" Robin snapped.
"There isn’t. I’ve tried."
Silence followed, thick and heavy. Then Robin’s voice, quieter but no less sharp. "Then I suppose Henry will have to be enough."
Emma didn’t know what possessed her to step inside, but suddenly, she was there, and both Regina and Robin were staring at her in shock.
"Emma," Regina said, blinking rapidly. "What—"
"You could have another kid," Emma blurted. "I mean, with some help."
Regina’s brow furrowed, but Robin's glare darkened. "This isn’t your concern," he said coldly.
Emma ignored him. She looked at Regina, her heart pounding. "I could be your surrogate."
Silence. A long, stunned moment where Regina simply stared at her, lips parted, eyes wide.
Robin broke it. "Absolutely not!"
Emma barely heard him. She was too focused on the way Regina’s expression was changing—shock melting into something like awe, like she couldn’t believe Emma would offer something so selfless.
"You would—" Regina’s voice faltered. "You would do that?"
"In a heartbeat," Emma admitted, and damn it, there was a lump in her throat now. "You’re an amazing mom. And Henry would love a sibling." She swallowed. "I just—I want you to have that chance if you still want it."
Regina’s eyes shone suspiciously bright, and for a second, Emma thought she might cry. But before she could say anything, Robin stepped between them.
"This is ridiculous," he snapped. "Emma, I don’t know what game you’re playing, but you are not carrying my child."
Emma squared her shoulders. "It wouldn’t be your child, Robin. It’d be Regina’s."
His expression twisted with anger. "Of course you’d say that. You’d love to tie yourself to her forever, wouldn’t you? Maybe even play house? You’re in love with her."
Regina inhaled sharply. "Robin—"
"Oh, come on, Regina," Robin scoffed. "You don’t see it? Or do you just pretend not to?"
Emma braced herself for Regina’s rejection, the inevitable of course she’s not in love with me, don’t be absurd.
Instead, Regina’s gaze flickered between Emma and Robin, something shifting behind her eyes. She took a slow step closer to Emma, searching her face.
"Emma," she said carefully. "Is that true?"
Emma's throat tightened. She could lie. She could walk away. But she’d already put her heart on the line in ways she hadn’t meant to today.
So she nodded. "Yeah. It is."
Regina inhaled sharply. Robin let out an incredulous laugh. "Well, then I suppose—"
"Leave," Regina said, her voice cool and commanding.
"Leave." Regina’s eyes didn’t leave Emma’s. "I think we’re done here."
Emma’s heart pounded as Robin huffed, muttered something under his breath, and stormed out. But she barely noticed, because Regina was stepping even closer now, looking at her like she was something precious.
"You offered me a gift I never thought I could have," Regina murmured. "And now, you’ve given me another."
Emma swallowed. "What’s that?"
Regina smiled, warm and soft. "You."
And then, to Emma’s shock and sheer delight, Regina kissed her.
Henry got his sibling the following year....