Hey I know i've been gone a while but some stuff happened I couldn't
write. And as for deleting my other story I did because it was atrocious and I kind of wanted to head in a different direction. And if you're a new reader of mine then disregard this ramble. So in this story Henry stayed with Regina but everyone is still on good terms.
Henry mills awoke to the average storybrooke day sun shining, birds chirping, and the smell of breakfast down stairs. He left his bed and went down stairs to greet his mother and get some food. When he arrived in the kitchen his mother kissed his head and placed his breakfast on the table.
"Good morning darling." The queen said in a chipper voice. "Good morning mom." Henry replied almost on autopilot but his voice carried the same amount of love and affection it always had.
Regina looked upon her son, her little prince with a look of adoration he had survived so much in the last few years since the curse had been broken. A sleeping curse, the perils of neverland, his great grandfather peter pan trying to kill him, and latest of all the wicked witch of the west. "May she burn in hell." Regina thought angrily. Here he was, strong, youthful, and healthy. "Um mom do I have something on my face?" Henry asked. "No why do you ask?" Regina answered.
"Because you've been staring at me for the last two minutes." Henry said. "I'm sorry sweetie, I'm just glad that everything is back to normal, and that you're home safe where you belong." Regina replied smiling. "Me too mom, but I gotta say with out danger around every corner I'm starting to get a little bored." Henry said with a mischievous smile. "Don't tempt fate dear." Regina said with a smile of her own. "Can you pass the orange juice?" Henry asked.
"Here you go dear." Regina said passing the pitcher to her son. But as she released the pitcher her son was not ready to grab it and it began to fall. Henry made a motion to grab but missed. Oddly enough after they both closed their eyes there was no shattering sound. They both looked up and saw Henrys outstretched hands and the pitcher floating in mid air. "Henry how are you doing that?" Regina asked in a shaky voice. Instead of answering his mother as if to see if it was really him doing it, Henry started moving his hands towards the table along with them the pitcher. Henry put it down on the table and just stared down at his hands in awe.
As henry stared down at his hands regina just thought to herself. "Here we go again."
So what do you think?