A/N: Here it is guys! The final book in the Being Miss Mills trilogy. I would highly recommend reading that first, then The Guardians of Magic. If you don't you will probably be lost. I hope you guys like this. I love the characters of Once Upon a Time and enjoy playing with them like this. I'm a Swanqueen believer and this is absolutely a Swanqueen trilogy story. Please comment and review, you guys fuel my motivation and keep me going! I hope you enjoy the story! So here we go!

Chapter 1

Storybrooke (Emma and Regina's bedroom)

"Babe it's your turn." Emma said into her pillow, still half asleep. The cries of their infant daughter could be heard from the baby monitor on the nightstand. Emma could feel the bed shift as Regina moaned in frustration. "Come on, go get your daughter."

"Why is she my daughter when she cries?" Regina growled as she turned her head to face Emma.

Emma opened her eyes a tiny bit and peeked at her wife. Regina's dark brown hair covered most of her face but Emma could see one eye peek out from behind it. The irritation in her tone wasn't reflected in the playful and loving look she was giving Emma.

"Well, I carried her for nine months." Emma joked. "So you can handle the two am feedings." She finished her statement by sticking her tongue out. Regina stuck her tongue out as well. Emma chuckled and puckered her lips. Regina hummed softly and gave her a peck on the lips. Regina slowly sat up in the bed and put her robe on.

"You're lucky you're cute Swan." Regina said over her shoulder as she stood up and tied her robe.

"Love you babe." Emma said as she closed her eyes.

Emma's eyes opened wide as she heard the crying from the baby monitor. She sat up quickly and blinked herself awake. Stumbling out of bed, she got her feet caught in the comforter, she walked as quickly as possible down the hall into the nursery. She lifted the crying baby into her arms and sat down in the rocking chair near the crib.

"Shh." Emma said softly as she pulled her nightgown down and started nursing the baby. "It's okay baby. Mommy's here." Her daughter started feeding and calmed down instantly. "There's a hungry baby. Such a good girl."

Emma looked down at the dark haired little girl and smiled. The baby looked so much like her mother it hurt Emma's heart sometimes. Jeanie Maria had the same dark hair and eyes that belonged to the woman Emma only saw in pictures and her dreams now.

The rocking chair swayed back and forth slowly as Emma hummed and looked down at her daughter. Their daughter. Jeanie Maria Swan-Mills was almost two months old now. Two months ago Emma experienced one of the most bittersweet moments in her life. Giving birth to her daughter was one of the greatest moments in her whole life. It was also one of the most heart wrenching for her because her lover wasn't there to witness the birth.

It was almost a year since Regina had been taken by August and everyday it hurt Emma like it had just happened. Emma had searched and searched for months. She searched every house and behind every tree in Storybrooke. Then she expanded her search to outside of Storybrooke. She searched all over Maine, then she went to Boston, and New York. She finally had to stop because of her pregnancy and she was starting to endanger their unborn child by traveling so much.

She kept looking however, but now she did it by laptop. Henry, who was now 18 years old, picked up the search and continued where his mother left off. Emma looked online for any possible clue for Regina's whereabouts. Henry had managed to get all the way to Pittsburgh before he had to come back for the birth. He wasn't going to miss his sister's birth or fail to be there to support his mother.

Flashback

Mary Margaret, David and Zelena took care of Emma day and night because she was not taking care of herself. The first few days after Regina's abduction, Emma wouldn't eat or leave her bed. She cried from the moment she woke up in the morning until the time she finally fell asleep at night. Her mother finally had to step in when she noticed how much weight her daughter was losing.

Emma's cheeks were sunken and her once sparkling greenish blue eyes had dulled. There were dark circles and bags and they were constantly red from tears. The shine was gone from her long blonde hair, now just dull greasy streaks.

Mary Margaret could hardly look at her broken daughter without weeping. Her daughter was wasting away and it looked like she didn't care. Finally Mary Margaret had enough, she couldn't let Emma kill herself. One night when it was her turn to take care of Emma she snapped. She saw the utter devastation in Emma's face and the dam broke inside her that was holding her back. Mary Margaret hurled the bowl of soup that had gone cold and untouched by her daughter at the wall. The bowl shattered and pieces of it stuck into the wall, the soup coated the surface in a chicken broth layer of paint. Emma's head jerked up at the commotion and her eyes focused on her mother.

"Emma! You can't do this!" Mary Margaret cried and screamed at the same time. "You are killing yourself! I know you miss Regina! I know the pain you feel is unbearable. I know that you would rather die than live without her. I understand, if something happened to David I would feel the same way. But Emma, you're pregnant. You're carrying Regina's baby, the baby you two created with your love. Emma, if you kill yourself that baby dies too. That part of Regina dies too. Would Regina want that? She would want you both to live. Please Emma. If not for yourself, live for your baby, live for Regina." Mary Margaret finished speaking on her knees in front of Emma, squeezing the thin, cold hands in her own. They both had wet faces from the tears they shed.

Emma nodded, unable to speak, and kept nodding as her mother wrapped her in her arms. Emma broke down and sobbed and sobbed like she had so many nights before. After she finished this time however, she got up and took a shower.

Roni's

Roni couldn't remember the last time she had been this happy. August had come into her life from seemingly out of nowhere and swept her off her feet. It had started off as just playful flirting, Roni did that a lot with her customers. She wasn't easy or anything, she was just a good bar owner. An attractive and playful bar owner will sell a lot more drinks than a stand offish prude. So they flirted, they played around, but somewhere along the way Roni started to enjoy it a lot more than usual.

August was a mystery at first, a riddle that she wanted to solve. He was a writer, at least that's what he told her. He was a world traveler, he had plenty of stories of places he had been and people he had met. Roni found it all fascinating. She was an expert at sensing bullshit when she heard it, and she felt in her heart that August was telling her the truth. He was funny, he was interesting, and he was smart. When he first asked her out she had refused, politely. That was par for the course with Roni, she wasn't that easy. August was persistent, he kept asking her out. He wasn't a creep and Roni didn't feel a stalker vibe from him, but he wouldn't take no for an answer.

To be honest, Roni liked the chase. She liked him pursuing her and she knew that one day she was going to say yes to a date. It happened about five weeks after she met him that she finally agreed. He took her to dinner and then a ride on his motorcycle to a spot in Seattle that gave them a great view of the city. Roni couldn't recall the last time she had a date that perfect.

As the months went on, Roni found herself falling for August and she could tell he was falling for her. It had been a long time since she had been in a serious relationship. In fact, when she did think about it everything got a little fuzzy and she would lose her train of thought. It happened when anyone asked about her life before a few years ago too. She just couldn't recall things from her past and when she tried she would get confused and then suddenly forget what she was trying to think of in the first place. She was an expert conversationalist so she masterfully changed the subject whenever anyone tried to press her on it.

August never asked her about her past. He didn't care about past boyfriends or what she had done before she opened her bar. He only cared about the 'now' she assumed, and she found that enticing.

That night after the bar closed August stepped through the door. Roni smiled as he walked toward her but her smile faded. He looked like something was on his mind.

"Hey, is everything okay?" she said as he closed the distance between them. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked down at the floor.

"Roni?" He looked up and locked eyes with her. Her brow was furrowed as she grew worried. Slowly a grin crept across his face. "I love you." he said. She smiled broadly, they had said it before but this time it felt like there was more behind it. She gasped as he dropped to one knee. "Will you marry me?".

Her heart skipped a beat and before she could think the answer flew out of her mouth. "Yes!" She kissed his lips and then threw her arms around him and hugged him tight. Suddenly she had a feeling of deja vu. She couldn't imagine how she could however. No one had ever proposed to her before.

Locked in their tight embrace, Roni couldn't see the sinister smile that spread across August's face.

Storybrooke (Zelena's house)

Robyn was running through the living room attempting to build a tower out of blocks ten feet apart. She would take a block from a pile in the middle of the room and then run to one side and place it on the tower. Then she would return to the pile and repeat her actions, only this time she would run to the opposite end of the room. Zelena had asked her daughter what she was doing and Robyn had informed her that she was building a castle in baby talk. Zelena laughed and was happy that Robyn was tiring herself out without exhausting her mother.

Zelena was also thankful for her toddler's distraction because it helped her with her research. She had never given up on her search for her sister. Zelena knew in her heart that Regina was still alive. Although she was in the minority, with only Henry, Emma, and herself holding out for Regina's survival. The residents of Storybrooke had even had a memorial service for Regina after she had not been seen in a few months. The three of them had refused to attend, to them Regina was just missing.

Henry was handling the physical search and when Emma wasn't busy with her new baby or crying her eyes out she would search online. Zelena handled the magical end of the search. She had tried every locator spell imaginable and pored through every magical tome that related to finding someone. Every time she came up empty. She would not give up, her sister was out there somewhere and she was going to find her.

She shut the book with a snap and ran her fingers through her long red hair in frustration. It was like Regina had just vanished from the face of the earth. Zelena wouldn't entertain the thought that Regina might be in another realm, her sister was here and she knew it. Zelena couldn't explain it, but it was a feeling that would not be ignored.

Robyn came up to her and handed her a block. "Why thank you sweetie." Zelena smiled at her redhead daughter and Robyn laughed and continued her construction work. Zelena knew that Regina was out there just like she would know if Robyn was lost. It was in her blood.

In her blood.

Zelena looked at Robyn. Her daughter.

"That's it. That's the answer." Zelena whispered to herself. "Jeanie Maria."