A/N: Hello Everyone, so I thought I would try something new! This isn't an all happy fic but starts off on a more positive note. I really hope you enjoy it and I would like to thank my wonderful best friend x-Lady-Rouge-x, it wasn't possible without her and she is a great inspiration.

I have chapter 2 almost ready to post so the wait for more won't be long!

Enjoy x

Emma was sorry.

Very sorry.

She really did love Regina and she was certain that the former Evil Queen knew this for fact, but it didn't stop Emma Swan from spiralling out of control.

Regina really thought she had it all.

She had a wife, well fiancée to be technically correct and a beautiful one at that. Emma Swan with bouncing blonde curls, shining green eyes and an adorable smile, loved her beyond her wildest dreams. Regina had never been so much in love, there was just something about the daughter of Prince Charming and Snow White that lit up her darkness and made her want to be happy and carefree. She wanted that light feeling that came with being truly loved and Emma gave her just that.

Every touch, kiss, smile, giggle and laugh that Emma had provided in her life made her skin tingle with excitement. They had passion and a relationship they had founded on honesty and understanding of one another. A deep connection, that only two with such backgrounds and pasts as theirs could have truly developed. Regina swore she knew Emma so well and that Emma knew her equally as well. It had all been going so well.

She had a ring on her finger, a diamond, special only for what it symbolised; Emma's love. It had been their first Christmas as a family and their first as a couple. Emma presented her with her Christmas gift, a box wrapped in sparkly paper and with an elaborate bow fixed a top it. Regina hadn't know what to expect, but her heart warmed at the smile and warmth radiating from Emma as she watched the woman she loved open up the present. Inside had a been a note and a smaller box. Taking out the letter first Regina had read it silently to herself before looking up at Emma with a smile.

"So will you, Marry Me?" Emma had asked, somewhat nervous from the few seconds of elapsed silence as Regina had reached in and retrieved the smaller box, opening up to reveal a ring.

The ring hadn't been anything spectacular, not big, and hadn't been trying to over compensate for anything. It said exactly what it needed to with a single diamond and it was perfect. It sparkled and decorated her elegant finger beautifully and she still got tingles every time she looked at it and remembered that moment that Emma had slipped it onto her finger as she had said yes. Often she played with it, twirling it around her finger in moments of uncertainty or when she was upset or conflicted about something, which she remembered had made Emma extremely nervous. Mostly she had discovered because she had taken it off shortly after having received it and thrown it at Emma in a heated and upset moment they had shared when Emma had had a stumble and began sulking over something that seemed so trivial now she was thinking back and struggling to remember the reason why.

Then she had Henry, her most beloved son, their son and he was growing up so fast. Twelve now, and so much more handsome than she ever could have imagined, especially now that she had learnt of the other donor to his genes. It still took a little getting used to, the fact that Henry was the grandson of Rumplestiltskin but that was only by blood relation, and by Regina's book accounted for very little seeing as she had been the one to raise him. He was an impeccable young man, with manners and nothing but love and kindness for his mother's and he was so pleased they had found love and happiness in one another.

The thing that pleased her most though was that Henry was finally happy, content with life and with how he viewed her. He was calling her mom again, hugging her, interacting properly and most importantly he was giving her the love she had always wanted from him. Their little family was perfect and she would have said it was all she had needed, if she hadn't been carrying their new addition. Baby Swan-Mills; conceived by magic but all that mattered was she was healthy, she was growing and most important of all; she was Emma's.

Regina had often smiled to herself, stroking the small bump that had formed in place of her once toned flat tummy. In there she was carrying the most precious of gifts she had ever been blessed with, their little girl, who was happily growing away inside of her and they had finally been bonding. They had found out the sex a few weeks after Regina had been shocked but pleasantly surprised to learn that she was with child. She had never actually dreamed it a possibility with Miss Swan, but it was real, it was happening and she couldn't have been happier the moment it had all been confirmed that it was in fact a daughter she would be providing for their little family.

It had been her former nemesis and Miss Swan's mother, Mary Margaret Blanchard who had enlightened Regina into the mystical properties possessed by a trinket pendant that David's mother had given her upon her deathbed. It had the power to tell the sex of your child before it was even conceived and although Regina had really wanted to know the gender, it was Emma who had insisted she didn't actually want to know. Even so, Regina had still taken the pendant from Mary Margaret as they had both hoped Emma would change her mind.

Regina had always wondered about having a baby, this was just the icing on the cake for her. Getting to experience all the pre-birth experiences she hadn't with Henry and she had been so excited, they both had, even though Emma had already been through it all herself. Everything seemed too good to be true and if Regina had learnt anything from her dark and twisted past, if it seemed to good it usually was, but with Emma in her life she actually began to let herself believe that nothing could ruin this for them.

Sat there now, on the edge of her bed she wondered where it had all gone so wrong. Where had they lost sight of where they were headed. When had Emma become so depressed and beyond the point where she could help pull her back. Emma had been slowly drowning and although she had noticed and tried her best to stop it, this time she had been powerless.

Regina was twenty weeks pregnant when her world actually fell apart...