Regina remembered their first fight as a married couple. She had spent her afternoon in the kitchen, cooking a delicious pot of homemade chicken noodle soup for Emma and Henry. She knew that Emma had a rough week at work after returning from their honeymoon. Emma complained every night how she just wanted to sleep in.

When the weekend was finally near, Regina figured she would show Emma her appreciation with dinner and a family movie afterwards. Her face lit up when she heard Emma come in the front door. She gave her soup one last stir before setting the spoon on the counter, wiping her hands on her apron, and taking it off to hang it on the back of the kitchen chair.

Emma stood in the foyer, hobbling on one foot as she tried and failed to get her boots off. Her hair was a tousled mess and her demeanor was stressed.

"Hey," Regina said lightly, "bad day?"

Emma groaned, "bad week. I don't want to talk about it."

Regina just nodded, forgetting about surprising Emma, forgetting about giving her a kiss, forgetting about anything. She turned around and marched back into the kitchen, returning to the boiling pot of noodles and blankly staring at the bubbling broth.

She was hurt.

She had spent the entire week trying to make Emma feel better. She would give her foot massages at night before bed, rubbing lilac lotion into the heels of her feet while she sat rested against her massive pile of pillows. She would make burgers, beef burgers, something Regina was never fond of. Turkey burgers she could handle but, for Emma, she would make beef. She even had Emma's favorite record playing one evening, even though she never understood the crazy lyrics, she knew it made Emma happy.

She thought she had been trying but, Emma noticed nothing.

Regina heard Emma enter the kitchen, her stomping feet gave her away. She listened as Emma pulled out a chair and sat down, popping open a tab and taking a gulp from a can of soda.

"What's your problem?" Emma asked curiously.

Regina felt her blood boiling. Emma really had the nerve to ask her what her problem was. She fought every instinct in her body telling her to turn around and toss a fireball in Emma's direction. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves before she turned around.

"My problem," she spat, "is you."

Emma looked dumbfounded. She had barely said five words she walked in the door. She couldn't possibly have pissed Regina off already.

"I have went out of my way all week trying to make you happy. I cooked your greasy burgers, played your absurd music, and rubbed your stinky feet and not one thank you. Not one 'I love you.'" Regina was angry. "Emma, I'm trying here. I'm trying to be a good wife because I thought that's what wives do but, all you have done is ignore me. I'm tired too, Em. Sure, I don't chase people around town all day but, I work out budgets and handle town problems and then come home to a wife who is angry."

Emma was quiet. She watched with heartache as Regina ranted, instantly regretting her actions for the past week. She had been frustrated, not because of Regina, just because of work in general. She would much rather stay in bed and cuddle than have to leave every morning before eight.

"Regina," Emma said softly, "I noticed all the things you did for me, and I appreciate them so much. I do love you, more than I could possibly ever express. I just… I've been taking my anger out on you and I'm sorry." She stood from the table, making her way to Regina and wrapping her into a hug. "You're right," she said, "I've been a terrible wife."

Regina chuckled. "We have only been married for seventeen days and we had our first fight."

Emma shrugged as she pulled away. A smile was now plastered on her face. "Well," she began, "you know what that means, right?"

Regina had no clue and the look on her face proved it.

"Make up sex."

Regina cocked an eyebrow. "Oh, is that how this works?"

Emma nodded, "and it's my turn to make you happy."

"That's lovely," Regina smirked, "but dinner is almost finished and Henry will be home any second." She leaned in close to Emma, going in for the kiss that Emma was expecting but, at the last minute, pulled away and returned to her pot of soup.

Emma stood with her mouth hanging open and her arms across her chest. "Oh, come on. That's just mean."

"Yes well, you deserved it," Regina teased, "you can make me happy later, after our son has gone to bed."

Regina remembered that night clearly. Emma had certainly made up for the entire week and Regina figured if that was the outcome of an argument, they should argue much more often.

Regina was brought back to reality when she felt the stinging pain in her arm. She closed her eyes to catch her breath before slowly opening them again. She was tired. She just wanted to go home with Emma and crawl into her bed and sleep the rest of the day away. The pain in her hand had changed from a shooting pain to a dull ache after they had given her some Tylenol, the only medicine she was allowed with the pregnancy but, it was still bothering her.

She was aware that Emma was sitting next to the hospital bed, holding her hand. She had yet to look at her wife, or speak to her. She was wondering if Emma would just get angry again and run away, and Regina really needed her to stay. She needed to feel the contact. She let the time pass between them in silence, nurses slipping in and out, checking her stitching and making sure that everything was cleaned up.

Finally, Regina grew tired of the silence. She rolled her head to the right, finally making eye contact with Emma and noticing her tired eyes. "I have something I need to tell you but, I'm concerned that you will run out again."

Emma bowed her head in shame. "Regina, I am so sorry. I shouldn't have acted the way I did. There were these kids today… they were talking about you, well, the Evil Queen. They just made me so mad because everyone knows that's not who you are anymore. I wasn't angry at you and I took my frustrations out on the wrong person. I didn't want to tell you because… because I didn't want to upset you, and clearly I have failed miserably."

"I'm not mad," Regina said, "not anymore."

Emma accepted that. She knew that Regina had every right to be mad. Hell, Emma was even mad at herself. "I'm sorry."

"I know you are. Just don't let it happen again. I'm your wife, Emma. For better or for worse. You said this would work, you said we could become the married type. That means telling me when you're having a bad day instead of acting like a child."

"I deserved that."

Regina sighed. "That's not what I wanted to tell you."

Emma squeezed Regina's hand harder, letting her know that she was truly sorry and that she wasn't going to run away. She was all ears.

"Em, I'm pregnant." Regina's eyes glowed when she mentioned the pregnancy, her grimaced face turning into one of a smile. "I was going to tell you tonight. I had an indoor picnic planned but, well, here we are."

Emma's eyes were wide. She felt like the wind had been knocked out of her. They had been trying so hard to have a baby. They attended doctor's appointments every two weeks and Regina had been taking medications, hoping to help things along. She felt the saliva disappear from her mouth, a nasty cotton feeling taking its place. "We're having a baby?"

Regina nodded, "Yeah," she whispered, "we are going to have a baby. So, we can't do this anymore. We can't be Regina who has a bad temper and Emma who runs away when things get tough. Henry has dealt with us long enough and now, we are adding another child to the mix."

"I agree, no more petty arguments." Emma said. "Have you set up an appointment yet?"

Regina shook her head, "no. I wouldn't do that without you."

Emma smiled, this news was good. After a terrible day and an even worse evening, news that Regina was pregnant blew everything out of the water. Her heart was filled with joy and their little fight was already forgotten.

"So, you're really not mad at me anymore?"

"No, Emma, you know I can't stay mad at you. I was just scared, Em… I didn't know where you were. I didn't know if you were hurt… I just wanted to know that you were okay. Then the crash happened and… I just remember waking up and being in pain. I saw your mother but, I didn't see you." Her voice grew thicker as she let her memory of the accident affect her, "I was afraid you wouldn't show up."

Emma could have lost it right there. She could have broke down in tears and crawled into the bed, hugging Regina close and never letting her go. She never wanted Regina to feel like that, and to know it was because of her…

"I will always be here," she whispered, bringing Regina's hand to her lips, "Always."

A few moments passed where all they did was enjoy each other's presence. Emma stayed close to the bed, never once letting go of Regina's hand. She offered to get her a cup of ice water but, Regina refused. She wasn't ready to let Emma out of her sight.

"They're keeping me overnight," Regina mentioned, "just to be safe and make sure I don't have a concussion or any internal bleeding."

"Yeah, I talked with your doctor."

A few more moments of silence passed before Regina spoke again. "Emma?"

"Hmm?"

"Will you lay with me?"

Regina watched as Emma's lips turned into her signature half-smile, half-smirk look. That was the smile she fell in love with. The smile that brought out her own smile after many decades of not knowing the feeling. The smile that could turn any bad situation into a better one.

Regina scooted to the far side of the bed, leaving space for Emma to crawl in behind her. She closed her eyes as Emma draped her arm over her side and snaked it up to hold her hand. She smiled to herself as she felt gentle kisses being placed into her hair, and sighed when she heard Emma whispering into her ear. "This is my fault." Her voice broke as she spoke. "I really am sorry, Gina."

"It's not your fault," Regina said gently, "please don't blame yourself. Married people fight. That's all it was. I'm fine. We're fine. Our love is too strong to be broken by one measly argument. Besides," she was interrupted by a yawn she couldn't stifle any longer, "I'm looking forward to the makeup sex."

Emma laughed, "you're in the hospital with stitches and a broken arm and you're already thinking about sex. You're incredible, Madam Mayor."

"I get it from the best, Miss Swan."