Regina woke up to the daily sound of her alarm. Groaning, she rolled over, and with her eyes still shut, she felt around her bedside table for the clock. She probably looked like an idiot, but let's be truthful here, this is what you all do. Admit it: you all usually wake up in denial, refusing to open your eyes, feeling around for the damn machine making a noise you definitely do not want to hear at 6:30am on a Sunday morning; sometimes knocking over a glass of water, cursing under your breath, until you finally find the the 'snooze' button.

That's Regina Mills' morning routine. I suppose she knew it was coming. When she accepted her second term of becoming leader of her firm she knew what she had signed up for. And as much as she did curse under her breath, and knock over glasses of water, she did love her job.

Every since she was little she knew she was born to lead. The way her family was- with an emotionally abusive mother, and a rich yet cowardly father- caused Regina to mature from an early age. By the time she was 8 years old she had her little heart set on becoming a lawyer. Arguing had always been one of Regina's many talents, and with her academic potential, it was safe to say she would make an excellent lawyer.

And an excellent lawyer she became. She graduated Harvard top of her class, with secured placements for every firm around America. Despite what they said, it was due to Regina's intelligence that she made it as one of the greats. Who wouldn't want to hire Regina Mills? Although, I suppose sleeping with her bosses and professors did help get in the good books. But like I said: who wouldn't want to? Her figure is to die for, with curves and hips of a model and long slim legs that look even longer in her heels. She walks elegantly and effortlessly, her legs moving only slightly apart each step as her tight pencil skirt hugged her thighs. As you go up her body it only gets better. Her shirt too is often tight, which works with her flat belly. To finish her look she always wears her signature black blazer, and occasionally her black rimmed glasses. Black definitely is her colour.

She may be confident and open about her work, and expresses that confidence in how she dresses, but Regina Mills' love life is a mystery. Of course, people know she sleeps around, climbing up the social ladder gradually, marking each victorious night with a mark on their neck that lasts a week, but when it comes to love and intimacy, is the 'Great Regina Mills' capable of such emotions?

The answer is yes. Regina loves her son: Henry. He is her world, the only man in her life. When she's around him, her elusive smile never leaves her face. Many people are surprised to hear that Regina has a son. She raves about Henry at work, and photos of the two of them fill her office. But as the judgmental humans we all are, instead of being polite and complimenting her little family, everyone who hears of Regina's son instantly asks:

"So who's his father?"

Assuming is never good but everyone does it. People weigh up the small amount of facts they know about her and jump to the conclusion she go pregnant from some random man she slept with. But people should never assume things about Regina Mills, she is such a surprising character. So when people ask such a personal question so causally, Regina, who gave up being offended a long time ago, simply says the truth.

"I don't know, I adopted him."

The different expressions and reactions that take place after she says this ranges. Some people look at her in a different light, feel bad for judging her and realise that being a bitch is part of the job as a lawyer. Others just think why. Why would a single, hard working woman go through the stress and struggles of having a child? Well ask any of Regina's true friends and they'll tell you the answer without blinking or doubt:

Regina loves Henry with her whole soul.

And for those people who still don't believe that Miss Mills is capable of love, just ask her what she's doing today. I forgot to mention that today is Henry's 10th birthday. So Regina set her alarm for 6:30am on a Sunday to plan the perfect surprise party for her son. Little did she know, she was too in for a surprise.

The airport was busy. Extremely busy. Emma Swan was rushing through crowds of people, all who were walking in the opposite direction of herself, trying to reach her the gate on her ticket. She looked down at the ticket in her hand to reassure herself where she was going.

Gate 21, New York to Maine. Departure: 6:30am

Emma stopped and looked up at the electronic board to her right and scanned for gate 21. As if on que the speaker suddenly announced,

"This is the last call for Gate 21, Maine."

Emma picked up her suitcase and rolled it behind her, cautiously dodging the groups of people, clearly tourists, that are in awe of New York. She didn't understand why. Emma had lived in New York her whole life. Apart from those few years when... We don't need to get into that now. Anyway, New York wasn't special for her. It was filled with too many memories, and the majority were bad. It was the place she was abandoned on the side of the road by her real parents. The place she was an orphan in for the first 14 years of her life and by then it was too late to be part of a family. New York ruined her. Obviously that's not the cities fault, there is no one to blame. Emma used to blame her parents, and then her foster home, and then herself, but now she's accepted the fact that life's not fair.

So here she was. Her blonde her tied back in a messy bun, ripped skinny jeans and a red leather jacket. Not entirely prepared for her journey or destination but knowing that whatever happens on this trip will change her life forever.

This was her first time out of New York, first time on a plane. She put her suitcase in the overhead cabin, taking a brown envelope out of the front pouch before sitting down next to the window. Emma bounced her knee in nerves and tapped her fingers in time on her thigh. She didn't realise someone had sat down next to her until she heard a voice say,

"First time flying?"

Emma let out a faint chuckle and relax her hand as she turned to face the woman sitting next to her. She had long black hair and streaks of red. Her lips complimented the dye and was wearing a leather jumpsuit which looked really uncomfortable.

"Is it that obvious?" Said Emma. The girl laughed,

"Only because I travel a lot, I can tell when someone's new. I'm Ruby," she said holding out her hand. Emma took it,

"I'm Emma. So do you do to Maine frequently?" She asked.

"Yeah, my Granny owns a diner there, she hates it when I leave, but travelling is my passion, you know? It was hard leaving her at first but now I hate going home as it means I'm broke and have to then save for my next trip, but she loves seeing me, bless." Ruby explained, "Where abouts are you staying?"

Emma hadn't even realised but they were already in the air. I guess she was lucky to be placed next to Ruby. She looked down at New York and saw how small everything was. People were becoming not visible and the clouds swallowing the plane. Emma didn't want to look outside when there was nothing but whiteness to see-it scared her. She looked back at Ruby.

"Oh, I've got know where to stay at the moment. This trip is kind of...spontaneous." She replied, searching for the right word.

"Then you have to come and stay at my Granny's dinner. It's a B&B too. And I'm not gunna lie to you, it's nothing special but it's home. Plus the cheese toasties are to die for," she said winking. Emma was taken aback by this strangers kindness. All her life no one had bothered to be kind to her, but I guess little things mean a lot.

"Really? That would be amazing thank you so much! And I do love grilled cheese," Emma said smiling. Ruby nodded,

"It's a pleasure, it's a small town so it will nice to have some familiar pretty faces." Emma blushed and laughed as Ruby asked, "So why you heading to Maine?"

Emma touched her brown envelope on the tray in front of her, "I'm umm, looking for someone."

Ruby studied Emma's face. "Is it a secret? Oh my god are you a spy?" Emma laughed at how serious Ruby was talking. She opened the envelope and took out an A5 photograph of a young boy. He had tawny hair and freckles, with brown orbs for eyes and the cutest smile.

"No, no I'm not a spy. I'm looking for this boy, his name his Henry. He's my son."