He's My Son

Chapter 7

Emma woke up gasping for air. She sat in bed and clutched her chest, trying to suck air into her lungs and failing to do so. Seeing Regina nowhere in sight, she managed to climb out of bed and stumble down the stairs. Black spots started to blind her as she tried to find the woman.

"Emma? What are you doing out of bed?" Regina asked. The black spots cleared for just a second and she realized she had made it into Regina's study. The blonde clutched at her throat, feeling as if her lungs were on fire. Regina hit her back between her shoulder blades a couple times, but that just made it worse.

"Sit down." The brunette said gently, sitting her in the office chair. From her desk she pulled out an inhaler and held it to the blonde's lips. The puffs of medicated air opened her passageway a little, and with Regina rubbing her back Emma began to calm down.

"Slow, deep breaths. That's it, Emma." Regina encouraged. "I want Henry. I want to hold him." The young woman whimpered. The only thing she wanted right then was her son back in her arms. She never should have let him go. "Please." She pleaded, tears filling her eyes.

Regina's heart broke for the girl. She knew Emma didn't want to give Henry away; she was just scared and confused. But seeing the worsening condition Emma was in, Regina didn't want to expose the nearly 2-month old to the germs that could kill him in an instant, and Emma surely wouldn't want that either.

"I know you want your son, Emma, but if he gets sick with what you have that could really damage his health. As soon as you're better I'll bring Henry home, I promise. Right now you need to be in bed so you can get better." The brunette picked Emma up in her arms again and carried her back to the bedroom.

Once she had given the blonde another dose of medicine and tucked her in again, Regina turned on the humidifier in the room and comforted Emma until she fell asleep again.

A week later, Emma was happy and healthy again. She had learned to accept what happened to her, and the bond between her and Regina was stronger than ever. Henry was now a bubbly and cheerful 2-month old baby, and Emma spent almost every second she could holding him.

Regina had just finished taking a shower and went to check on the two. "How's everything going?" She asked. "Perfect." Emma answered, laying the sleeping baby in his crib. The blonde turned towards her, eyes widening as she saw the nightgown Regina had on. If you could even call it that.

The skimpy clothing was a very light blue and see-through against the mayor's pale skin. It barely covered her ass and her rather large breasts jutted out of the top. "Wow." Emma breathed. Regina led her to the bedroom they now shared and leaned against the door frame.

"Is today a mommy day, or do you want to have a little fun?" The brunette purred, raising her eyebrows and biting her lip. "Can we do both?" Emma asked, a hint of nervousness in her voice. "I suppose that can be arranged. Now, if you be a good girl, Mommy will reward you. But only if you do what I say, no talking back. Do you understand?"

Emma nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, Mommy." Regina said. "Yes, Mommy." The blonde echoed. This is the first time she and Regina were actually going beyond making out and groping each other, and the fact that Regina was ordering her around excited her.

The brunette pushed her onto the bed and quickly stripped off Emma's clothes before surprising her with a pair of handcuffs. "Arms up." The woman ordered. Emma obeyed immediately, wincing at the slight pain when Regina cuffed her wrists to the headboard.

The mayor took a moment to admire the young woman underneath her. Emma was all hers, and that thought made her giddy. She ran her hand up and down the blonde's body before swiping her finger through the woman's wetness.