Hello there!

I'm new in this hereabouts, so nice to meet you all!

I just wanted to say or write a few things, before you read this story. I have only written a few stories until now, and this is my first Swanqueen. I've read quite a few amazing stories, and this idea popped into my head.

I just wanted to ask you to give this story a small opportunity, just in advance, English is not my maternal language, and I wrote it as a personal challenge.

A little spoiler, it's a linear story with one-shots in the middle to understand how the personages had come to the point in their lives I draft. It might also have other personages points of view. It's mostly a fluff and carefree story, with small moments of seriousness and fear. And it's timed six years after Snow White and Emma's return from the Enchanted Forest.

I own nothing, just what happens in the story.

I'm already waiting for your opinions. Thanks ;D!

ER-1

Despite not being able to wear high heels anymore, every step she made echoed in the hallways. She would like to run to the hospital reception but it wasn't only an inappropriate behavior, it was also an impossible mission to her right now.

"Where is she?" Her words might have been expressed as a question, but the nurse sitting in front of her didn't need to see her usual perfect tailored clothes, and her mayoral standing to know when her majesty wanted something. The problem was that she had only seen the woman, she was asking after for a second, and it had been when she crossed the reception towards the ER unconscious on a stretcher, surrounded by the medical staff.

"Ma'am." It might have passed six years after the Savior broke the curse, and despite seeing the once Evil Queen wearing an oversized sweater filled with her pregnant belly with a pair of black leggings and black sneakers and her hair tied back in a messy bun, she was still afraid of her.

"Don't." Regina's fist landed on the table. "Just tell me where I have to go." Her voice might be similar to the one she had when she was angry, but this time it was desperation and fear behind her harsh words.

"Mom." Henry's voice grounded her. He was behind her clasping his hands with two little girls, of almost five and two. Her boy had grown so much during these last six years. She now had to look up to talk to him and stand on tiptoes if she wanted to kiss his cheek. "Let her talk please." She could see he wanted to physical comfort her, but his hands weren't free right now.

"Ma'am." The younger woman started again, trying to gather the confidence she didn't have. "I need a few minutes to make some calls. Is that ok?" She asked as she put the phone on her ear.

"Ok." Regina murmured looking at her like she wanted to murder her for not knowing right away the information she wanted.

"Mom," Henry called her again. "It's going to be ok."

"You don't know." He didn't deserve this, he was afraid too, and it didn't do any good to herself, or to the girls.

"Mom, please." His voice might have been getting rougher over time, but he still was their little boy. And she could see how scared he was. "I need you to breathe and to stay calm. Remember your blood pressure." This pregnancy had come with a few scares, they went by the name of high pressure, and twins.

"Yeah, ok. I'm sorry." She said to Henry and looked at her little girls. But before she could say anything to them, she was interrupted.

"Mayor Mills." The receptionist called her as she hanged up the phone. "Sheriff Swan is in surgery right now." There wasn't any way to ease the news.

"Oh Gods," Regina murmured as she covered her mouth with her hand.

"You can go to the third floor and stay in the surgery waiting room. I'm sorry, but I don't have more information."

"Thank you," Henry interceded. "Let's go, mom." He started to walk, but after a few steps, he saw his mother wasn't following him. She stood frozen beside the reception. "Jo-jo grab mommy's hand." He said to the taller of the two girls, freeing one of his hands so he could gently coach his mother to move.

After the nurse's words, they silently walked towards the lift and took the ride to the third floor where they would wait for any news.

...

There was no one in that waiting room, only two nurses who didn't have any new information, making Regina want to scream with hopelessness. It wasn't Emma's turn to work today. Killian had called her in the morning from the station because he hadn't been feeling well. And now hours later she had been called from the hospital because her wife had had a car accident during the afternoon patrol. And her worst nightmares were haunting her during their waiting.

"Henry, can you watch the girls, I need to walk for a little bit," Regina asked her son caressing her belly. Apparently, the twins could feel her distress, and they were moving a lot giving her some hard kicks.

They had been a complete surprise. After having Joanna and a few years later Teresa, they had decided to settle with three kids, but a few weeks after a frisky date night where the alcohol had done her job, she was pregnant again.

She could still perfectly remember when she found she was pregnant with Joanna. Once the surprise had gone down a tinny bit, they had found that apparently, their powerful magic combined plus being each other true love and their unconscious desire to make a baby was the perfect combination. A few years later they decided to have another, and Teresa came to their lives, but the last two were quite a shock like Joanna had been.

But despite the amount of joy and love it brought her thinking about her kits, all those happy memories were bittersweet tonight.

"Mom." Henry's voice caught her attention. She doesn't how much time she has been walking or how she has returned to the waiting room. "I called aunt Zelena." It still surprised sometimes when the kids called her sister aunt. "She's coming to take the girls, and she'll bring us some clothes for the night."

"You are going with her too."

"No, I'm staying." With his deeper voice, she might have had some possibilities to change his birthmother decision, but he knew Regina was the tough one.

"Henry." She didn't want to argue tonight.

"Mom, you need someone with you," Henry explains. "And if I go I won't sleep. I prefer to stay here."

"I would feel better if you were with the girls," Regina said, knowing Henry was winning.

"They love staying at aunt Zelena's and Robin's. They'll be fine." Henry said. "Please."

"Ok," Regina murmured, too tired to keep their conversation.

"Good," Henry said looking how his mother sat on one of the chairs. If it wasn't because the two girls were sleeping, they would already have flushed their bodies on her mother's sides. "Thank you."

They sat without saying anything as the seconds passed like it were hours, wanting to have new information, and scared of what could happen.

"I'm sorry." Regina murmured, still looking at nowhere.

"Mom?"

"I'm sorry for being like this. I should be the stronger one."

"Mom," Henry's heart hurt for her mother. "I'm seventeen now. I can't deal with more responsibilities." He said trying to make his mother smile a little. "Mom, it's ok. It's okay to need someone." He said when he saw his mother's furrowed brow.

"But you are my boy. I'm supposed to be the responsible one."

"I'll always be your boy mom." He had never been one of these teenagers who are ashamed of their parents. "But I'm older now. And it's ok if you need me now, I'm pretty sure I'll need you later." He said smirking. He wanted to keep reassuring his mother, but someone came.

"Madam Mayor." A tall man with dark blue scrubs and a mask hanging to his neck came to the waiting room. "I'm the Sheriff surgeon." He informed them.

"How is she?" Regina asked as she stood up with Henry beside her.

"She's being moved to the ICU as we speak. Apparently, something hit her pretty hard in the abdomen, and she had an hemoabdomen without any point of entry. During surgery, we saw it came from the liver. We had to remove a little part from one of the lobes." He explained them, with a calm voice. "The surgery went well, we didn't find any problem besides the bleeding. And the MRI showed no signs of brain-bleeding due to the concussion she had from the accident."

"So she's going to be ok?" Henry asked, grabbing his mother's hand.

"If all keeps going like this, yes."

"Thank God!" Regina said with tears in her eyes. "Thank you so much." She said to the man.

"It's my job." He said with a smile, grateful to bring good news. "In a few minutes, a nurse will accompany you to her room. And I'll see you when I'll go check her." He said before leaving, while Henry hugged her mother trying to keep his tears controlled.

"I told you she's going to be fine." He said. "She's a tough one."

"Don't I know," Regina said.

"You go with Ma, and I'll wait with the girls here. Ok?" He said seeing the nurse waiting for them. "I'll come inside as soon as I can."

"You are a good son," Regina said caressing his son's cheek.

"Remember it the next time you are mad at me." He said making Regina smile. "Now go to her."

"Ok," Regina said, kissing his cheek before she left.

But neither of them knew their new recovered peace would be broken again because as he went to check on the sleeping girls, the voice of someone who Henry had thought he would never see or hear again called his name.

"Henry." A man's voice made him look at the hallway beside the waiting room, leaving him speechless. Prince Charming and Snow White, or David and Mary Margaret stood in front of him with a baby in her arms.