My first SwanQueen fic. Set after season two finale. A magic baby fic with a twist, eventual SwanQueen.(It's a slow build) Rated M for a multitude of reasons. Will have a bit of humour in to cut through the heavy hitting parts.

The idea for this story came to me after I heard Fire and Ice by Within Temptation.

I don't own OUAT.

Seven years, six months, two weeks and three days, it felt like an eternity, especially if you take into consideration the years from the enchanted forest complete with the twenty eight years of time freeze the curse gave her. 'Suppose it could be worse.' She peered out of her window nails tapping softly on the sill, taking in the surrounding of her property.

She gasped softly, it had been awhile since she last gazed eyes upon her son, a son she once loved more than anyone or anything in the universe, well still did. She had her reasons for leaving, a year and a half of trying to win him back, saving him from the clutches of Pan, still it wasn't enough for him, for any of them. A lone tear slipped down her right cheeks she moves her hands off of the windowsill and wraps them tightly around herself, her fingers trace over healing scars that cover the tops of her arms. She tracks her sons movements as he gets out of his car, a wide smile gracing his face as he walks over to the passengers side and gracefully opens it, helping the women out.

Her eyes tightly close shut, silently praying to any god who will listen to not let it be the woman she left Storybrooke for. She couldn't deal with that, not today. Not on their birthday. Her thoughts were interrupted as two small children came bounding into her bedroom. 'Speak of the devils,' she thought a wide loving smile gracing her lips as her attention moves from her son to her twin daughters.

"Mommy, mommy!" Her eldest daughter clings tightly to her legs. Her daughters wide brown eyes gleam up at her in excitement.

"What's wrong Kaylee?" Her eyes flick over to her younger daughter, who has a cute little pout on her face.

"Mommy, it's our Birthday!" Megan looks up at her. Her piecing green eyes seem to scan the room for any signs of hidden presents.

"It is?" She plays dumb pretending she's completely forgotten, as she does every year. Both if her daughters glare at her before she smile softly, "well then, it's a good thing I got you these then." She moves over to her bedside table lifts up a tear stained photo and pulls out two birthday cards. "Here you go sweethearts." She hands them each their cards. "Now we have guests so go and open them downstairs or in your and I know it's your birthday but I need you to behave ok?" She looks to Meg when saying the last bit. Out of the two of them Megan was always the one to cause the most trouble, normally dragging her sister along into it.

"Is it Aunty Sandra?" Meg asks excitedly.

"No dear, she's at work." Before she could say it was for the stables, at least she hoped it was.

"Uncle Lilian?" Meg piped out. She shook her head.

"Mommy does own the riding stables." Kay rolls her eyes and glares up at her sister.

Meg pouts for a second, before she speaks. "We'll duh but it's only like 7am. They don't open till 8am cus it's college is back so Macy don't work much." She sticks her tounge out. It was always the same thing each trying to out do the other at everything imaginable, always fighting and bickering and coming to blows at the smallest of things. Which worked well for their school, both of them the top of their class. A small smile touched. 'Just like how me and...' A loud knocking at the door broke her train for thought. 'Crap, almost forgot about Henry.' She looks around the room.

"Fuck." She mutters under her breath as the loud sound of two elephants charge down the stairs. She hurries out of her bedroom and onto the landing.

"Ha! I win" she hears Megan gloat as she makes her way down the solid oak staircase. She watches Meg do a small victory dance as Kay just opens the door in the middle of her dance, a small smug grin flashes across her face. As she leans up to her sisters ear and whispers. "But I opened the door."

She smiles brightly up at her mother as a frown appears upon Megan's face. She reaches the bottom of the stairs. She was still unsure what the hell she was even doing. But she knew that today was the day that her world would once again fall apart. The one she worked so hard to build after she left Storybrooke pregnant with twins to move to the Boston outskirts. Mentally cursing her sister for having to work. She stil pondered how her sister had even gotten a degree let alone one at the top of her field lecturing at Harvard. She shook her head, mentally slapping herself bringing her attention back to the impending disaster on the opposite side of the door.

Straightening herself up she opened the door fully , taking in a deep sigh of relief, that the woman with Henry wasn't his mother. And Henry he hadn't even made it to the door. She looked at the woman, taking in a deep breath and clenched her fist that was resting against the door.

"Hello, how may I help you?" Her eyes look over the petite woman , forcing her best smile.

"My fiancé and I saw this flyer around campus, and were wondering if we could check out your facilities. We have a couple of horses we are looking to board whilst were at college. We started this year. We come from a small town in Maine. So we ideally want one closer to college."

The older woman almost chocks. She takes another look at the young woman , then it hits her. 'Grace, my son is getting married at 18, to Grace. Dear god.' She smiles politely at her. "It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Gina," she holds her hand out and let's the woman shake it. "I'm Grace." A smile forming at the younger woman's lips.

"Give me a moment to get sorted dear, and I'll be with you shortly to walk you our boarding stables." She closes the door softly before putting on her knee high heeled leather boots, her two daughters, boots already on staring back up at her with two thousand watt smiles plastered on their faces.

"Woot! New horsies!" And before she could stop them they were both out of the door.

She closes her eyes taking a sharp intake of breath, looking into the mirror just by the door she catches a glimpse of herself, no make up, dark circles under her eyes, her hair just bellow her shoulders, longer than what it was. Hell if she had some coloured contacts her son might not even recognise her, the woman at her front door didn't seem to, maybe her world wasn't going to fall apart today after all. Oh who was she kidding, Henry was always a smart kid, besides he lived with her for the first ten years of his life, he'd seen her at her best and her worse.

There was no escaping this, grabbing her riding jacket so she could cover up the wounds to her arms, running an olive skinned hand through her dark chestnut hair, chewing her bottom lip nervously she opens the front door and walks through it closing it softly behind her, wishing she'd have had at least a glass of something strong. 'Oh well, guess it's time to face the music.'

First chapter is done :3 Next one should up before next week:) hope you all liked it.