So, I bought a book with writing prompts on it. I thought I'd just post the ones I write on here! This collection could either be Outlaw Queen, Hooked Queen, or Evil Charming - my three guilty pleasures :)
Anyway, enjoy!
It popped out of nowhere.
There was a package in the middle of the busy road that was addressed to her. Regina paused for a moment, thinking who could have conjured up that package. That was the one thing she didn't like about magic being available to everyone in Storybrooke – it gets tedious to clean up after people who use magic to do weird things… like leaving a package for her in the middle of the road.
"Did you just see that?" Robin asked beside her. "Or am I just imagining that package in the –"
"Middle of the road?" she finished for him. "Yes. I see it."
"Who is it from?"
"As you can see, I know what you know."
"Well," he chuckled. "Are you going to get it?"
"I don't know yet."
"Okay, then."
The next thing she knew, Robin was racing down the road. Cars honked their horns as they tried to avoid him.
"Robin Locksley!" she yelled and magically froze everyone but the two of them. "What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm getting the package for you, my love."
"Don't you 'my love' me!" she growled. "You nearly scared me half to death! I thought you were going to get run over by a car!"
"Regina?"
"Do you know how –"
"Regina!"
"What?!"
"Look at the package!"
The package was moving… and barking. What the hell? Robin picked the package up, then looked inside. "It's a puppy!"
Regina didn't want to be in the middle of the road when they talk about this mysterious package, so she poofed them back to the mansion. As they found themselves back into their house, Regina grabbed the puppy out of the box.
"And who might you be?" she cooed as she watched Robin read the card that was included in the package.
"His name is Henry," he said.
"Henry?" she looked appalled. "As in our son's name?"
Robin didn't answer, so Regina looked up to see why. Robin's eyes were wide and his mouth was agape. "Robin, what's wrong?"
"You are carrying Henry."
"I know!"
"No," he shook his head fast. "Like, Henry. Our son. Henry Daniel Mills."
"Henry Daniel Mills?"
Robin nodded.
"This is Henry Daniel Mills?"
"Yes."
She looked down at the puppy – Henry – and he simply wagged his tail and barked.
It looked like her son had some explaining to do.