Regina and Emma are engaged and the wedding has been postponed since Regina had Henry. Yes, the twist of the tale is he is Regina's birth son, not Emma's.

I haven't had very much time, if any, to map and plan this out properly (however I promise you that an update is not too far away) but I do have a few ideas in mind if I were to continue this on.

This chapter is purely an introduction into the life at the Swan-Mills family house, however this is more from Regina's perspective. I will indulge on what it is that Henry has (hopefully) in chapter two, depending on the reviews that I receive. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this sweet torture that I've created.

The feeling of warmth and comfort engulfed her and embraced her tightly as she sunk down into the bath she had just run herself. The room was aglow with the bright light of candles, flickering when she blew on them softly – to watch them dance and sway, had been a guilty pleasure of hers since she was a young child. The light aroma of roses filled her nostrils as she leaned forward to breathe in the scent the candle gave. She leaned back and closed her eyes, relaxing and clearing her mind of the daily horror she had to face.

A soft knock at the door, was all it took to awake her from the light slumber that had consumed her momentarily. She sat up gently, not wanting her movements to cause the water to tumble out and over the side of the bath.

"Come in." she said, her voice calm and relaxed, a tone she'd very rarely use.

A wad of blonde locks poked through the door, and she couldn't control the smile that stretched across her face, but it soon faded.

"I didn't want to interrupt you, but he's asking for you." Emma looked down, scared to look her fiancé in the eyes as she knew how precious this time alone was to her.

Regina groaned and sat up, ending her movements with a sigh. "Bring him to our room. I'll be there in 5 minutes."

With a nod, Emma pulled back and closed the door softly behind her, leaving her fiancé to gather her thoughts.

As soon as the door was closed, Regina let her head drop into her hands. Her lips began to tremble, and her shoulders began to shake. She felt as though she deserved to go through this, to have to endure the constant pain and feeling of helplessness, for all the misery and despair she had made Snow's loyal subjects suffer, all those years ago.

With a hearty sigh, she regained control of herself and stood. She no longer felt like the strong person she once was. The bold and audacious woman she was known as was long gone.

She gathered her silk robe from its place on the floor, and slid it on. It clang tightly to her damp skin and she felt as though it were the only force holding her together, for if she were to take it off, she'd surely break apart.

She walked to the door, and leant against it, not wanting to open it in fear of what may lie beyond it. Sure, she's been witnessed to it many a time, but no matter how many times she was confronted by it, the pain never lessened.

She knew she couldn't stay in here forever, but whatever little time she got to herself, she cherished it.

It was time. She had to face her fears.

She slowly turned the door handle and removed herself from her safe haven of the en-suite.

He lay on the bed, staring at the liquid flowing through the tube and into the needle in his arm. It didn't bother him. He'd never gone a day without it. He knew he was sick, the doctors would tell him so, but his mommies never mentioned it. He knew that even though they would put on big smiles when around him, they were never truly happy. He thought this was all there was to life; to remain in a bed, to be confined to hospital walls for a long period of time and then to be returned home with all the medical equipment coming with them, to have your mommies at your side in aid 24/7. After all, he'd never been allowed to do much else. He'd never been able to live the life a toddler deserved.

As she opened the door, she could feel the guilt. She'd been too ashamed to show her emotions in front of her son, and had been apart from his side for more than an hour.

What if he'd been crying for me for the entire period I had left the room, and Emma had forgotten to mention it? What if he'd deteriorated in that short space of time, hence why he was calling for me?

It was at times like this that she could only but worry and stress. Even though she couldn't take him to a park and push him on a swing, even though she couldn't take him to the beach and teach him how to swim, even though she couldn't take him to a theme park and watch the pure joy his face beamed, he was still the light in her life. He may be sick, but he was hers, and she was his.

She turned around and closed the door gently behind her, before turning around to face the bed.

She saw him, and he saw her. Had the big smile that was plastered on his face, not been a sign of how happy he was to see her, she could practically see his eyes shimmering with pure joy.

"Mama" he called, holding his arms up in the air, clenching and unclenching his hands into fists as a gesture to be picked up.

She couldn't help the smile that made an appearance as she walked over to the bed and gently scooped him up into his arms.

"Hi my sweet boy." She nuzzled her nose to his and placed a sweet kiss to his pale cheek.

He cooed and swooned. He loved nothing more than being in his mama's arms.

"Are you okay, sweet-pea?" Despite her tone being soft and smooth, she couldn't hide the worry in her voice.

"I wan'ed a cuwwle mama." He looks up to meet her eyes with a big smile.

Regina couldn't help the chuckle that arose from the bass of her throat. She had stressed and worried herself silly, thinking of all the terrible things that could have happened, when all he wanted was a cuddle before he went to sleep.

"Okay." Her reply is barely more than a whisper.

She lies down with her baby boy in her arms and closes her eyes. Henry sees her actions, and follows them, closing his, just like her.

She feels the weight of his little body gradually getting heavier, and before she knows it, he's blissfully asleep, curled up in her arms, a photo perfect moment.

Even though he's asleep and nothing can harm him, she fears that if she were to depart from him for even the shortest period of time, something could happen and result in something catastrophic.

Reluctantly, she slid herself out of her son's tight embrace and rested his head on her pillow.

Even though she'd seen it on a daily basis, the intravenous cannula had always intimidated her. Henry had always reassured her that having a needle in his arm, never hurt, but she could see pass the lie. He may only be three, but he knew what and what not to say when it came to his mama, to both his mommies.

With her son now peacefully asleep and a glass of wine in hand, Regina had begun to feel herself settle.

She was standing in the kitchen looking out over the back yard observing the trees that were swaying in the light breeze, their shadows dancing on the ground projected by the light of the moon, when she felt two arms wrap around her torso, hugging her from behind.

"How are you feeling?"

A slight shrug was all she received in answer.

"Hey, what's wrong baby?" She placed a soft kiss on the back of her neck and moved to rub a hand up and down her arm in comfort.

With tears in her eyes, Regina begrudgingly turned in her fiancé's arms.

"I don't know what to do anymore Emma."