"I... I'm pregnant," Regina whispered eventually, and at first Emma thought she was just making stuff up in her head now. But she wasn't, she realized after a beat, and couldn't help her jaw automatically almost hitting the floor. She did not exactly know what she had expected when she had found Regina at her doorstep, but certainly not this.

Emma Swan was a lot of things. An orphan, a lesbian, a lover of leather jackets, and a proud owner of a 1971 VW Bug. She was ambitious, stubborn, and headstrong. For about half a year already now, she was also a stripper. / After that first dance, Regina came back every week, sometimes even biweekly, and always specifically requested Emma.

From the first day the brunette woman had set foot into the classroom, introducing herself as the new math teacher, all Emma could think about was ass. More specifically Miss Mills' ass, always clad in formfitting skirts or fancy slacks. [...] "Go lock the door, dear." Emma just stared at her blankly. This could not actually be happening.