My Wish of a New Beginning
Summary: When a wish that I had for so long finally comes true, it also comes with a price. A price I will pay for me to have my wish and a new beginning.
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Chapter 1 What the Hell?
-Hyperion Heights-
After we finally all woke up from being under yet another curse, Henry followed me back to the bar so we could talk.
"Drink?"
He waved at me, "No, I'm alright."
I picked up a bottle of Scotch and glass, put it down in front of Henry, and poured me a drink. "After what just happened, I need about three!"
I took a sip, and Henry began to talk. "Where do we go from here?"
"I don't know. All I know, I want to get back to Storybrooke. I miss seeing everyone."
He looked up at me, "I wonder how Ma is doing."
"I'm sure she's over the moon right now. Wouldn't mind picking at her for being big and pregnant with a pirate's baby."
We shared a laugh, and I killed the rest of what was left in my glass.
"Mom?"
I gazed into my son's eyes, and he could sense that something was up. "You miss Ma, don't you?"
I spat out some of the new Scotch that I poured into my glass, and I coughed. "Why do you think I miss Emma? We practically got on each other's nerves the majority of the time."
He gave me an expression that Emma was famous for providing when she called me out for being sarcastic with her. Henry was right. I do miss that big idiot.
"Fine." I finished the second glass. "I miss Emma. Are you happy?"
He victoriously smiled, "Yes, I am happy."
"Good." I picked up the bottle and glass, and I put them away. "I'm going search for my books in the basement. Want to come help me?"
"Sure."
I walked out from behind the bar, and Henry followed me as I descended the stairs.
-The basement of Roni's-
Clonk! Clonk! Clonk! Clonk!
"What are we looking for again?"
"My spell books to see if there is something that we could use to get back to Storybrooke."
Henry sighed, "What if there isn't anything in your books for us to use?"
I stopped at the door, turned around, and placed my hand on his shoulder, "Have faith. There has to be something."
I opened the door, and Henry began to look around. I walked over to a desk, and I started to search for a lead to where my spell books could be.
"Nothing over here!"
I sighed in frustration, "Nothing here neither." Something caught my eye; it was a red cabinet with rusted gold hardware. I called out to Henry, "I found something."
I walked up to the cabinet, and Henry examined it as he walked up to it. I have never seen this cabinet before unless…
"Mom, this cabinet looks like the one you had when you hid your books. Do you have the key?"
I studied the lock then grabbed my keys. I found three keys that could fit that lock. I tried each one with no luck. I sighed in frustration then decided to use my magic. I fired my spell at the lock and heard the tumble, and a click. I opened the cabinet doors and smiled when I saw all my books, my old cell phone, and a bottle with purple liquid in it with a note. After picking it up and read the letter, I removed the cork and downed the contents.
Henry grabbed the bottle from me. "Mom! What are you drinking?"
"I made that potion just in case another curse came our way. It's a good thing I did. I feel like myself again."
I returned my gaze to the contents of the cabinet, and it was like a time capsule.
"Is that what I think it is?" I picked up my phone from when I was still living in Storybrooke. "Holy shit!"
There were 166 missed calls and over 200 texts.
"Mom." I turned to look at my son. "How are you going to catch up with all those texts and missed calls?"
I laughed wholeheartedly and responded the best I could. "I will start with the most recent and work from there."
I went to my text messages, and to my surprise, the majority of the texts were from Emma. I opened up our conversation, and I wasn't prepared for what I saw.
Regina! Why aren't you answering your phone? I need you!
Regina, we need to talk! Please call me!
Ok, damn it, what the hell did I do to you to deserve the silent treatment? We need to talk! It's about the pregnancy. Please call me. ASAP!
I got out of the text messages and noticed the voicemails I had. I rolled my eyes when I saw five from Snow. When I found the majority of the voicemails, it was all from Emma. I decided to hit play all and just listened.
"Regina, please call me. We need to talk."
"Regina, what the hell? Pick up! Ugh, you're killing me!"
"Alright, what the fuck did I do to deserve the silent treatment from you? Shit, call me as soon as you get this."
"Hey, I have something that I need to tell you, but you need to call me. Please. I'm desperate."
"Regina, I am just going to go ahead and say what I've needed to tell you. Remember the night I stayed at your house because Killian and I got into it. Whenever you hugged me, there was a blinding goldish light. Well, since then, I started to feel sick and drained."
"Damn it; I hate it when it hangs up! Anyway, I took a test and found out that I was pregnant. Killian, of course, was over the moon; however, I was confused. Killian and I weren't trying for a baby, and we were beginning to come to terms from our last argument."
"Son of a bitch! This damn voicemail! Sorry, pregnancy hormones. Regina, I calculated from when Dr. Whale told me how far along, I was; the baby is magical due to me being a magical person. Regina, the baby, is…"
"Damn it!" I cursed at the phone when I heard Emma's voice coming back on. She was crying.
"This mother fucking voicemail is driving me insane! I'm trying to tell you that the baby is yours and this damn voicemail keeps hanging up on me!"
My eyes widened, mouth a gaped, and I dropped the phone. Did I hear correctly? Emma wasn't pregnant for Guyliner. She's pregnant with my baby! When she came to the Enchanted Forest to help Henry, she didn't just tell Henry about the pregnancy; she was also telling me! The room started to spin, and I needed some air.
"Mom, are you alright?"
My dear sweet boy, so concerned and yet, I don't know how to explain this to him.
"I need to get some air. I'm going take the trash to the dumpster."
I left Henry in the basement more confused than when we first walked in. At the moment, I needed to get out of that room before I reacted before I had a chance to think things through. A breath of fresh air always cleared my head to help me think, and I need to breathe to soak it all in that a life long wish was finally coming true.