"Momma."

Emma groans from the soft sound of her two-year-old calling from down the hall. She buries her face further into Regina's tangled strands and sighs against the familiar lavender scent, completely ignoring their child.

"Momma?" She scoots further into Regina's warm back, utterly enveloped by her relaxing body. "Momma. Momma. Momma."

"Regina," she gripes, squeezing her wife tightly. "I heard, momma, that's you." A soft sigh stirs in the sleepy brunette's throat, but never once does she make an attempt to move. "Baby, I know you're not sleeping," she whispers behind her wife's ear, but truthfully, she's not moving at all either, nor is she allowing the brunette space to escape her clutches.

"Momma."

"Momma."

"Momma."

"Mommy?"

"I heard, mommy, that's you," Regina rasps out through her sexy, sleep induced voice, provoking Emma to scowl.

"You're the worst," she grumbles and presses her core into her wife's thick bottom, earning herself a delicious moan from the sleepy woman. However, Regina still pretends to be dead asleep and refuses to move. "Fine," she scoffs, angrily tossing the comforter off their warm bodies.

She clambers out of their cozy bed and shuffles grumpily through their addition, that Cora and Henry have added onto for their growing family. Her feet scuff against the hardwood floors, down the hall until she reaches the extra bedrooms. She slowly peeks her head inside the first room and smiles instantly.

"Mommy."

"Mommy."

"Well, good morning cuties," she gushes, sauntering tiredly into their bedroom.

Two beautiful bouncing twins jump up and down in their crib with identical, ever-growing smiles. Their matching blonde curls bounce off their shoulders while one set of green eyes and another set of hazel bore into Emma, begging to be picked up.

After her and Regina were wed, they couldn't wait to add onto their family. With Regina finishing up her residency, they thought it would be best if Emma were the one to carry their next child again. Her job consisted of less hours and was much easier to take time away, if need be.

So, they sat down and discussed their options thoroughly. They knew it would be a long shot, but they asked Neal for his contribution. Emma and Regina thought it would be ideal for all their children to have the same birth parents. To their surprise, Neal happily agreed. His long time girlfriend, Tamara, didn't want children, so she didn't have a problem with the idea anyways. The woman enjoyed having Henry visit on weekends, but she just wasn't interested in being a full time parent.

They don't share custody with the girls, like they do with Henry, but Neal is still very present in their lives and treats them just the same as Henry. They all agreed when the girls are older, they would explain who their biological father is, if they don't figure it out beforehand. Neal hangs around every weekend when he picks up their son and spends a lot of time with the girls which Emma and Regina love. They like the idea of the girls still having a positive male role model in their life, especially since they are all very good friends.

Before any of that occurred, Emma and Regina moved out of the two-bedroom apartment in New York, and into a four-bedroom house in a suburb just outside of the city. Neal and Tamara moved as well and about a half an hour away from their house now. Not to mention Emma's father, who lives in the same town as them now, because he couldn't stay away from their ever-growing family.

"Aren't you two up a little too early this morning?" Emma teases, properly greeting her girls with sweet kisses upon each nose.

"I'm hungry," Sutton whines with her green eyes sparkling as Harper nods along.

"You're hungry?" She mocks playfully, reaching inside the crib to scoop up Sutton. She places a sloppy kiss to her cheek, creating a giggling squeal in return. "What about you, missy? You hungry too?" She laughs, gathering Harper with her free hand.

Harper nods enthusiastically while her hazel eyes double in size, but she doesn't mutter one word. Sutton always seems to do all the talking for the both of them and when she's not around, Harper will talk, but otherwise she likes to stay in her sister's shadow.

"Pancakes!" Sutton beams, her tiny hands squeezing Emma's face and her eyes growing wide with excitement.

Emma chuckles in response and turns around to exit their room.

"Do you think Nana made pancakes this morning?" She questions, shuffling back toward her bedroom.

"Yeah!" Her green-eyed cutie exclaims as she licks her lips to express her point.

"Well, let's wake momma first," she delicately whispers with mischief twinkling in her eyes, inspiring her daughters to nod ecstatically.

Emma sneaks back into her bedroom with her girls, both trying to hold back their laughter. Her wife is still sound asleep or at least pretending to be, all curled up tight with the comforter wrapped around her slim figure. She smirks to herself as she tosses Sutton through the air, producing the sweetest baby giggle as she lands on top of Regina.

"Oooof," Regina grunts as Sutton scrambles to maneuver closer to her momma's face.

"Momma!"

Emma removes Harper from her hip and proceeds to toss her as well onto Regina's legs. "Momma," she squeals, recklessly crawling further up Regina's sleepy body.

"You two are up early," Regina rasps out, tugging both girls closer to her chest. "Come cuddle," she coos as she tucks the twins beneath the comforter.

Emma's heart swells as she watches her wife place a gentle kiss to each girl's forehead before those tired eyes flutter closed again.

"Time to wake up," Emma cheerfully yells as she too, jumps on top of Regina's blanket covered legs.

"Emma!" She scolds, her eyes flying open from the heavy weight upon her. "It's early, let's just snuggle right now."

"I hungry," Sutton whines again as she nuzzles her nose against Regina's chest. "Nana's pancakes!"

Her wife runs her fingers through their daughter's soft curls and kisses the top of her head. "Okay, sweetie, let's go see if Nana is up."

"You know she's up, your mother is always up this early," she concludes, easily lifting Sutton away from Regina's embrace.

Regina turns on her side and nudges Harper's little freckled nose, inspiring their daughter to grab hold of Regina's cheeks. Warm brown eyes gaze into hazel with all the love this world has to offer. Regina's lips stretch forward to peck her daughter's nose and Emma swears she is falling in love with her wife all over again.

Sutton is their rough and rowdy little girl, while Harper is quieter and more reserved. They obviously love their children all the same, but Harper always seems to steal most of Regina's attention. She's constantly in Regina's arms and cuddling into her embrace any chance she has.

"I can only imagine the spread my mother will have this morning," Regina playfully suggests as she scampers out of bed with Harper snuggling against her chest.

"I'm sure she's going to assume the boys are hungry," Emma replies before she leans forward and lightly kisses the corner of her wife's mouth. "Good morning."

"Good morning."

Regina smiles from ear to ear, but there's a glint of devilment sparkling in her eyes and Emma knows it has everything to do with being back in Sicily. It's their special place and in their hearts, Catania is their home. Every time they come to visit, their younger, carefree spirits come out to play and Emma loves every minute of it.

The four of them step out from the addition and greet the morning sun. The air is already thick and warm, and she knows it's going to be a hot one in Sicily this morning, but that just means another wonderful day at the beach.

"Rosey!" Sutton squeals, aggressively pointing over to the barn, creating a laugh to escape Emma's lips.

"I don't think he wants to be referred to as Rosey," she chuckles and sloppily kisses her daughter's cheek. "Say Roc-in-ante," she over enunciates slowly, so Sutton can repeat his name properly.

"Roc-IN-ante!" She repeats with her green eyes wide and fully of excitement.

"Good job, sweetie," Regina compliments before she turns her attention to Harper and before she even asks anything, little dark eyebrows pinch together, silently telling her parents that she doesn't want to speak. "Harper, your turn," Regina enthusiastically requests, careful not to add any type of pressure knowing how painfully shy she is.

Harper scowls, reminding Emma so much of Regina when she's livid and she has to bite her lip to suppress her laughter.

"Rocinante," Harper mutters under her breath, the syllables perfect, showing off that she can speak clearly, but she really doesn't want to.

"Good job, baby girl," Regina whispers, mindlessly running her fingers through the silky blonde curls.

Emma opens the front door to the Mills' cabin and is instantly greeted with the mouth-watering aroma of fresh bacon sizzling in the pan. The rich scent of coffee also fills the air along with something sweet. All four of them inhale sharply and relish in the wonderful breakfast Cora has prepared.

"Good morning," the couple calls out in unison as they carry the girls into the kitchen.

"Good morning, my lovely girls," Cora excitedly squawks as she flips a few pancakes on the griddle. "How are my baby girls?" She gushes in her most sticky sweet voice as Emma leans Sutton toward the older woman for a kiss to her cheek.

"Good...up a little too early," Emma accuses as her fingers attack her daughter's ribs in a tickle torture.

"Mommy!" Sutton squeals and wiggles violently in her arms before Emma smacks a rough kiss against her cheek, then proceeds to steal a piece of bacon from the pan.

"Boys aren't back yet?" She questions and pops the hot piece of meat into her mouth.

"Not yet, they should be soon." Cora wipes her hands and whips around to face her daughter. "Good morning, Harper," she softly greets her granddaughter and holds out her arms for the toddler to crawl into, which Harper accepts instantly.

Regina takes over with the pancakes while Cora sits down at the kitchen table with Harper cuddling into her chest. That's when the back door swings open with two cheerful boys laughing and bringing that awful sent of dead fish with them.

"Moms!" Henry ecstatically calls out, leaning his fishing pole against the wall. "I caught so many fish this morning!"

"How many?" Cora inquires with one raised eyebrow which only means one thing.

"Quindici," their son happily replies without skipping a beat.

"Fifteen?" Regina shrieks for Henry's benefit. "Wow honey, that's wonderful."

"He is a pro," Regina's father chuckles, setting down his fishing gear as well, with nothing but pride beaming from his eyes.

"Thanks momma!" Henry rushes to Regina's side and wraps his arms securely around her legs. She runs her fingers through his thick, messy brown locks before she hugs him back with an adoring grin spreading across her lips. "Posso avere dell'acqua?"

"I'll get you water," Emma answers and smirks to herself at how well she understands Italian now.

Cora made good on her promise to teach Henry Italian. Whenever they visit, their five-year-old usually speaks only in Italian to his grandmother, and Emma and Regina couldn't be prouder. The older woman has been teaching the girls as well, but they have only heard Sutton reply.

Regina finishes up with their elaborate breakfast, Cora style, and they all take their seats around the kitchen table. Henry digs right into his food without help from his mothers to cut his food, like they normally do. Sutton sits comfortably in Emma's lap and eats while Harper is quietly in Regina's embrace.

"Have you two thought anymore about your decision?" Cora skeptically questions, her curious eyes drifting between her daughter and Emma, generating a giddy grin to spread across the blonde's lips.

"I just don't think it's wise," Regina sadly responds as her fingers mindlessly fiddle with the ends of Harper's bouncing curls. "Ivy and I will be opening our own practice very soon and there's no denying the stress that will be involved."

Emma's hand slithers across the table and reaches for her wife's, lightly squeezing to receive her undivided attention. Those sorrowful cocoa irises flick toward Emma's eyes as she offers a weak smile.

"Didn't we talk about this when we first met? You support your family and be the sugar momma? While I raise your beautiful children?" She playfully questions.

"Momma, you have sugar?" Henry innocently interrogates with his forkful of pancakes lingering in his mouth.

"Emma," Regina scolds for her poor choice of words, but her wife ignores her.

"We are thinking one more," Emma responds, her eyes darting toward Cora's.

The older woman smiles happily because she was hoping they would have more children.

"I'm already working miserable hours," Regina sighs, resting her cheek on top of her daughter's head. "I don't want to miss out on their lives," she pouts and wraps her arms protectively around Harper, like she might actually wilt away.

"You won't," Emma sternly vows and gently caresses her tense shoulder. "You haven't yet, and our babies adore you."

"I love you, momma," Henry mumbles around a piece of bacon as his dark green eyes gaze into Regina's for confirmation.

"I love you too, my prince." Her voice ever so sweet and delicate whenever she speaks to their children and the sentiment fills Emma's heart with unconditional love for just her.

"And Neal doesn't mind?" Regina's father questions with a hint of disbelief in his tone.

"Not at all, he adores all three of them and is happy to be involved in their lives," Emma explains, but she can so easily see the worry furrowing in the older man's brow. "I promise, he doesn't want to share custody. He understands they are mine and Regina's babies, he just wants to be a positive role model."

"My daddy?" Henry quickly chimes in as he eyes his mothers carefully. "He loves Sutton and Harper," he quickly defends all parties of his family.

"We know, Henry," Emma gently says and smiles in a way that settles all his confusion about the topic and it hardly takes him a full second to recover and focus back onto the food in front of him.

"That's another plane ticket we will eventually have to purchase. We won't be able to visit quite as often," Regina interjects the idea of another baby once more, causing a small twinge of ache in the blonde's heart.

"We will be fine," she waves her wife off and cautiously sips her coffee around Sutton. "With you and Ivy opening your own pediatrics practice we will be making plenty of money."

"We can always come and visit you as well," Cora adds on, her eyes so soft as she gazes over her coffee mug at Regina.

"I know, but we enjoy Sicily and as awful as this may sound, it's not just about visiting you two," Regina treads lightly, knowing that might sound far worse than she intended.

"Well, gee-thanks!" Henry chuckles as he ruffles his grandson's messy hair. "You here that my boy, your mothers are using us for our farm."

"No Papa!" Their son giggles as he wrestles against her father-in-law's arm. "We love you and Nana! We like the beach and Rocinante too!"

Henry drapes one arm around his grandson and pulls him flush against his chest, kissing the top of his head with so much adoration.

"We love you both and we love coming here," Emma confirms with a sappy smile across her face. "You're our family, this is our home."

XXXXX

The calming sound of the waves rolling in washes away the stress of the day to day bustle. Regina's thumb absentmindedly caresses the soft flesh between Emma's thumb and index finger as the sand tickles the bottom of their bare feet. She's lost in the serene moment, a perfect date night, but a part of her heart aches to live there permanently again, but her mind explains, yet again, that being with Regina is worth everything else.

"Let's sit," Emma suggests, squeezing Regina's hand as she lowers herself into the sand. Regina smirks before she tumbles into her lap and drapes her arms over her shoulders like the first time they ever went to the beach. "Too classy to dirty your dress?" She mocks while her right hand roughly grabs that thick bottom.

"Far too classy," her wife laughs, her hands burying deep inside golden locks.

Her wife tugs gently, guiding Emma's head to fall back, so her lips can connect with hers. A delicious moan stirs in Regina's chest and Emma's body starves to swallow that sexy little noise. Those blood-red lips part, coaxing Emma's lips to follow her lead. That talented tongue dips inside her mouth and claims her as her own which Emma happily submits to.

She moans into her wife's mouth before her brain starts spewing words incoherently. "God, I miss you," she breathes and squeezes that full bottom once more.

"I know," Regina sighs sadly and rests her forehead against Emma's. "It won't be long until Ivy and I finish everything up and then my hours should go back to normal."

"I know, don't stress about it because I am here for you. You guys are going to be the best pediatric's office around." She tenderly pecks Regina's lips for good measure. "I am so proud of you."

"Emma, you mean so much to me. I am so lucky that I have you as my wife. You're not only an amazing mother to our babies, but you take care of me as well." She sighs heavily, sending her warm breath to tingle against pale lips. "I am so in love with you."

"Good, because I am head over heels for you and I am not going anywhere. I'm yours, your stay at home wife that will raise your babies and spoil you rotten," she declares as her hand travels around the firm bottom and slithers beneath her dress, because she needs to feel more of her soulmate.

Regina groans as sneaky fingers slither up her silky smooth thigh until she reaches her black lace thong. Emma's thumb presses firmly against her most sensitive area, creating a shudder to wrack through her entire body.

"I want another one," Regina confesses causing Emma's hand to still against her.

"Really?" She croaks out as adrenaline pumps roughly through her blood, full of excitement.

"Yes, let's have another baby. We have never been the couple to take things slow."

A/N: I cannot thank you guys enough for all your love and support on this story! It means so much to me and I am so honored that you take the time to read and comment. Please check out the sequel, Andante, Andante: Please Don't Let Me Down! (As of right now, the sequel has not been changed to third person, just yet.)