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“And who’s to say it will be a girl.” Regina tossed over her shoulder, hand gliding up the banister slow and graceful.
Emma shrugged, “I would love it to be a girl, seems like she would have a pretty great role model.”
Regina paused and nodded, “I can see that, I am sure I will become quite used to having you in my life as well, you will surely teach her a lot.”
Emma sat there absently rubbing her stomach.
“I was talking about you, have a good rest, Regina.













