A/N :

I don't own OUAT or it's characters - that's why Swan Queen isn't canon, if I did, it would have happened in season 1.

Set after Robin leaves with Marian, but the Snow Queen plot line will be changed in later chapters.

IMPORTANT - 5/10/16 - I've had all of my stories sitting around for a little while, I hope you like the newly edited version of Leaving Town CH 1.

~Regina Mills.

She stared down at the test in front of her. It was a ridiculous pursuit in finding one, she had to leave Storybrooke with that ridiculous scroll knowing it would be all over the town if anyone had found out that she bought a pregnancy test, and magically stealing one would have lead to ridiculous accusations of her being 'evil'. It would have been easier if this test was negative.

But it wasn't, it said positive in big bold letters on the screen.

She stared at the test.

So, she was having Robin's baby. Robin, a man who had left town to be with his wife, so now she was completely alone with his child inside of her.

Which was another thing, she shouldn't be able to have a child, she cursed her womb, and she hadn't given out or hadn't been given any kisses of true love, lately so did Henry's kiss that broke the curse heal her? She knew what she had with Robin was different than what would have been if she had gone into the tavern, but she had cursed her womb, Robin should have cured that for her, or at least she should have been able to tell, they hadn't used protection because she knew there was no point, she hadn't thought of what happened when she shared true love's kiss with her son.

So now she had a little piece of Robin inside of her? And how was she going to go through with this? She was all alone, Henry kept coming to her door, begging for her to let him in, if in a few months if she relented, surely he would know? He knew she was drinking herself to sleep, which, had to stop now, what if it had already affected her child?

This was all too much, she threw the stick into the bin and pulled out a large tub of ice cream, if she couldn't find reprieve in alcohol, she could at least drown her sorrows in the comfort foods she hid from everyone, Henry probably didn't know that she kept this hidden, as go-to comfort food. This definitely counted. She knew she would have to conceal this though, especially from Henry, and before her magic would fade, if this baby had magic involved - which she strongly suspected it would because she had a cursed womb, how do you break a curse? Magic. So yes, this tiny child would drain her of magical ability- it would drain her and be learn whatever magic she would perform in the late stages.

She needed to stop unwanted visitors from coming and seeing her, including her son, which did hurt her because sometimes hearing his voice through the door would calm her down, but he couldn't know, opting for now rather than later, deciding not to care if her child could develop skills of learning a protection spell at what she guessed was only a month or so, the child couldn't be that adept at it's skills, the few she knew of magical baby cases back in the enchanted forest, was that their ability to perform magical skills dulled at about 6 months in, and they learnt repeated spells from 4 months in, so she had time, discarding the already melting ice cream, she stood in the middle of the hall in front of her door. Raising her hands, she remembered the precise incantations needed to keep everyone out.

Concentrate on who you are protecting, you and your child, by extension you are protecting Storybrooke by keeping yourself here.

It was all she could do to tell herself it was better for Henry, but she knew that now she should be backing up on stores for the baby, things could get hazardous if it learnt summoning spells, or worse, transformation spells.

It was better this way, and she wasn't entirely alone as usual, she was at least with her child for the next eight months or so. She wasn't entirely alone.

~Emma Swan.

"Hey kid, you okay?" Emma slammed the door shut with her food and carried the groceries to the table where she began unpacking them, Henry was sitting staring at a letter he had in his hands, unopened.

"Yeah, it's just, this appeared in my room today and, I know it's from my Mom, but I don't wanna open it." Emma sighed, unpacking the last few things into the fridge, she took Henry's hand in her own, feeling pained when he wouldn't look up to meet her eyes.

"Kid, she's going through some stuff right now, want me to read it with you?" Henry shook his head and fumbled around in his pocket for something, still keeping his eyes staring intently at the envelope with his name delicately written across the front. Definitely from Regina.

"No, you have one too, though. I'm scared, what if something's happened?" That was when he dared look up and Emma saw the pained look in his eyes, being puffy and red, swollen from crying.

"Hey kid, I'm sure your mom's fine, we'll read them together, okay?" Pulling up a chair to sit next to him on the island, she scrambled at the back of the envelope, tearing it open. This was the most Regina had talked to her since Robin left.

Miss Swan,

I appreciate you and Henry's unneeded efforts to lift my spirits in the situation from the passing of recent events, however this letter is to inform you that I am perfectly okay, but that neither of you should step foot near my premises.

I don't wish to see you nor Henry there for some time.

It's best that you trust my decision and keep to yourselves.

Don't take this as further invitation to pester me more.

Look after Henry,

-Regina.

Who the hell did she think she was? This was going to torture him, she didn't want to look at his letter, but he discarded it by slamming it down the table and storming off into his room, and she needed to see what his said.

Henry,

I know you think you're helping by coming to my door each day but you're not.

I need to have some space on my own for a while, and that means you staying away from the mansion until further notice.

I'm sorry but I do love you. It's for your own good, Henry.

-Mom.

Okay who the fuck did she think she was? This wasn't for anyone's good. If Regina was sending these letters then she'd gotten worse, that meant they both had to go to her.

"Henry, get your stuff we're going to your mom's!" She heard him shuffling about in his room and knew he would come.

They had to see what the hell had happened to Regina.

Regina.

Now that she knew she was pregnant, she had transported a lot of healthy foods over from the store to her cupboards, making sure to leave a small expense of money paid for what she bought, without actually having left the house. She let her hands fall down to her belly, it wasn't even swollen, she just felt normal, and she knew if she had taken better care of herself and not starved herself because of the sadness Robin left behind, maybe she'd be showing a little.

She knew the letter she had left Henry would have been enough to keep him from her, she just worried that the fool Emma was would peak and read his, and drag him here to annoy her more.

Speak of the devil, as flash of yellow caught Regina's eye and she spotted that Emma's bug was pulling down her street. This was going to be a test on her magic.

A slam of one door.

God please let Henry be at the loft.

A slam of a second.

Damn, she hoped Emma wouldn't run at the door, but she hoped the barrier would stand.

"Regi-ARGH!" And the idiot swan deserves congratulations at not heeding any warnings, as per usual.

"What the Hell Regina! I know you're in there!" She tried to resist the urge to look through the window, but did give in to using the mirror.

A wave of her hand and the mirror cleared.

And there was Emma, wiping dirt and gravel off of her jeans and there was Henry.

Sweet beautiful Henry who looked so disheveled, his hands pounding on the barrier.

"Mom! Let me in! I want to see you!" his hands would get so burned from the magic of the barrier, thank god Emma was there pulling him back, as she watched Henry struggle in Emma's arms she almost relented. But she had to be strong, and she ignored Emma's struggling attempts to force Henry back into the car, the only words she heard were Emma's last.

"I'll find a way through this. Through to you Regina. Me and the Kid, we both will."

Weeks passed, and Every day she would be faced with that bug coming to her house, Emma placing a pale hand against the invisible barrier at the end of a rant and the same words repeated as a low whisper, an attempt at her own determination.

"I'll find a way through this."

And maybe she was, with the baby nearing about 3 months she feared the baby learning of her conjuring, when she was only thinking of her cravings whatever it was would suddenly appear before her, it was terrifying at first but she was growing to love the tiny bump that was looking out for her.

That was until the barrier began failing, and Henry stopped coming.

He kept saying fewer things as Emma began saying more, He would visit from instead of before and after school and late at night, which began to slowly wind down to one or two visits a week, he barely said anything at all anymore, he would just sit sometimes and stare at the invisible barrier, barely talking, and it killed each time he whispered the words "I love you Mom", she would always whisper it back, saying "We love you", but never could she open the door and break the barrier for him, because now a keen eye would notice that she was showing a little.

Emma would come though, and she would tell her about her day, what's been happening with Henry and trivial things like how Snow was being annoying and David's nuisances as Deputy, and others she would talk about getting her back.

The barrier only began to fail when Emma would touch it, she could feel the magic failing and sometimes she could feel her baby kick when Emma would press her hand against the barrier, and it freaked her out. She cast more spells to keep Emma out but her baby was failing the magic, and the barrier became slowly visible.

To keep her time and stop being bored she decided she would prepare her baby's room.

She didn't know the sex yet but it didn't stop her, she chose the room closest to hers, in between her own and Henry's, for a small nursery to keep her child in, wary of how much magic the glamour would have she decided to conjure the painting and decoration materials. She wanted her baby to have a small piece of Robin with them, even if he was in New York and didn't know that he had another child, she chose a light green color that would match whatever sex the baby was, it reminded her of his scarf and his eyes, and the greens covering the forest, she wanted so much of this baby to be a little girl, because she had Henry and had loved Roland, but she wanted to love a little girl like she tried to with Snow, but this time she vowed that she would love and care for her child.

She couldn't care for her fully with any doctors appointments or midwife help, but she did her best with what was at her disposal. Books and the internet were a grand help but the magic aspect seemed to be betraying her.

Emma.

"Hey, Regina. So you're still hiding. And I get that. Today I did some patrols and I got through a lot of paperwork. Mary-Margaret's not really that helpful pestering me with it being the Mayor, because she lays more on David than me for some reason, I've said that already but yeah, David's been complaining some. Henry's not doing so well, there's been a few times where he's not gone to school, but I've helped him out with it a bit, I hope." She sighed stepping forward, her magic acutely aware of the magic in front of her.

"Regina, Henry misses you. I miss you too. I'll find a way through this." She stepped forward, hand against the magical barrier feeling it vibrate through the magic. "I will, Regina." She stepped away and back into her bug.

Smiling as the spell Gold gave her was making its way through the barrier.

Regina.

"Hi baby, you're room's finally finished." She whispered, smiling down at her slightly swollen belly.

She looked around the room, the walls a light green color with a deep green skirting board and matching curtains, the sunlight was flooding through the room and illuminating the cot that she had ready for her child, it was made of wood and held together by joinings and intricate carvings that she created with her magic. There was a stallion in a forest and a foal beside them in mid-gallop. It was covered in little green blankets and pillows and her heart ached for Robin, it reminded her of him and Roland so much. She felt a stray betrayal of a tear make its path down her cheek and she swatted it away, her hands coming to rest on her small bump.

She was interrupted by the sounds of Emma's bug tearing down the street. She opened the mirror's magic so she could see her.

"Hi Regina. So today was pretty much the same as the last. And now I can feel your spell is failing. I don't know why you're hiding like this, but I will get through to you. It's breaking and I know it." She pushed her hand against the barrier hard, she almost felt herself getting through but her hand began to feel the heat pouring through it, scalding her skin.

"Shit! Regina! Just take it down!" She thumped her hand against the barrier in her frustration, ready for when it got flung back, and stormed off into her car.

The mirror faded as she had already begun to walk away.

And then Henry gave up hope. When after 4 months of isolation, being 5 months pregnant. He stopped coming. Emma came everyday and started to just yell at her, she stopped bothering watching Emma through the mirror, mainly because she feared her baby could learn how to show her some things she wouldn't want to see. She started to fear her baby was growing faster than a normal child pregnancy. She felt closer to eight months pregnant than five. She looked larger than she should have been, Her bladder had lost all of the self control she had, she felt her emotions were all over the place, especially overwhelming anxiety that only seemed to subside when Emma showed up. It peaked when her baby started showing her Emma at random points during the day. She would be reading up on magic involved with pregnancy and any reflective surface would light up and show the blonde doing random things, like signing paperwork, talking to Henry, David or Snow and it hurt when she saw brief glimpses of her son.

She was reading about magic speeding up pregnancies so that they would give birth to fully developed babies as early as 6 months. Just as she was reading on remedies for the pain of the baby growing so fast- because her swollen ankles were definitely telling her this baby was getting heavier each day- She felt her magic on the mirror without even having to look up, it was Emma, talking to Henry alone in their loft, she let loose tears at the sight of him, a raging ache in her chest, she hadn't seen him for over four months now and he looked better without her, he had a smile that reached his eyes. She wanted to reach out and hug him and it stung that he had given up on her, even though she knew she pushed him away.

Emma.

"Hey so kid, I think you're mom's magic barrier is finally starting to fade away, Gold says it would be a matter of days, would you wanna go see her when it's gone?" Henry shook his head, barely looking up from the video game.

"Kid, she's your mom you don't wanna see her?" Henry turned his game on pause and swiveled around to stare at Emma.

"Look, I get it, she's upset she needs time. I don't want her to get mad by us breaking her spell. She'll see me when she's ready." Emma shook her head, when had Henry gotten so cut-off? He turned back to his video game hoping his words would sink it. To no avail.

"Well, I'm gonna go and see her, make sure she's still there." Henry nodded but said nothing, if it weren't for that she'd almost have been sure he wasn't listening to her.

She went back upstairs, hoping in a few days or less she could see the brunette again.

Regina.

"Hey there Bambi, looks like you're older than we thought." She rested her hand on her now definitely-more-than-six-months bump and smoothed out the page of the book before her, it was a spell that would show you when you're baby was going to give birth, as she started the spell, she could feel her little bump kicking and squirming as it always did when either of them was performing magic, a cloud arose from her hand and surrounded her bump, she felt the warmth of the glow and it turned a pastel yellow color before literally sinking into her bump. She turned the books page and noted the color was telling her she had less 1 week more to go, terrifying as that thought was, it helped to know it would be over soon yet she still had no time left to prepare, now she was only worrying over the aspects of having a home birth alone, and the fact that the only spells she could do seemed to do the opposite of what she wanted them to do, sighing as she put the book down she pushed herself up of the chair and hauled herself up and stood, she was wearing a large sweater and yoga-style maternity pants that hid her bump quite well, but as she stood they shifted in their position as with the baby, causing her to have to go for another impromptu bathroom break.

When she got back and out into the main foyer she froze. Someone had knocked on her door, how was that even remotely possible? She tried to get the mirror behind her to work but her Bambi was for some reason not letting her, she almost growled her frustration but then heard the knocks and the words of the blonde.

"Regina I know you're in there! You've got ten seconds and then I'm coming in!" Crap, she had to go hide, fast, and she was carrying her Bambi with her! She ran the best she could ( although it would have been perceived as a waddle ) And locked herself in the bathroom, the blonde's shouts of a countdown was almost up, and she sighed as she sat down on the cool lid of the toilet seat.

"Regina! I'm coming in!" She heard the blonde roaming down stairs and willed for her to leave.

Emma.

"Shit, Regina what have you done?" She muttered as she came to the room full of books written in all kinds of languages, almost all open and splayed out in a formation circle, almost all of them containing pictures of fetuses and magical spells and incantations and god, just what has Regina been planning? Picking one up because shit it was glowing! And running upstairs to find Regina because fuck this was creeping her out, and she was opening all the rooms to each of the doors and she found a nursery.

"Regina, I swear to god please don't tell me.." She trailed of as she felt magic pulling her closer, was Regina performing this fucking glowing spell right now? What was she going to do make a fucking baby?

"Jesus Christ Regina! What the fuck have you done?" Regina's head snapped up, she could feel her Bambi's magic propelling outward and she was powerless to stop it, desperately trying not to cry she hushed herself and calmed herself by patting her belly.

"Bambi, please not now, Mommy needs you to stop, please?" And thank whatever higher power that had screwed her over so many times stopped her Bambi from letting Swan know where she was.

"Regina where the fuck are you?!" She could hear her screaming through the door, she must be in the very next room.

"I swear to god, if you're stealing somebody's kid for some fucked up magic shit!"

And she was crying, she could not tell Emma anything but she knew that she had seen her Bambi's room and now everything was crashing down around her.

~Snow White.

"Emma what's wrong?" Snow was worried as Emma had plonked some glowing book with a bunch of symbols and colors and random incantations she didn't want to think about and just sat down, hugging herself, like she was being torn apart from the inside.

She sat down next to her rubbing what she hoped were soothing circles on her back, here she had a chance to be a comforting mother.

"Emma, tell us what's wrong what are you doing with a magical book?" Emma stiffened and turned to face her.

"I'm not the one with magic books about babies and a fucking nursery waiting for someone else's kid!" She stood up and stalked back over to the book, throwing it down in front of her mother and flipping until she got to a page with a diagram of a child and hands surrounding it, with a white glowing cloud forming -wait, is it moving? Are magic books animated?

"Emma, what are you talking about, where did you get that?" She eyed the book warily as if the words were about to jump up and spout out some unknown evil.

"This! I got it at Regina's house, she has a goddamn nursery waiting for the child that no doubt she's using magic to get!" Snow shook her head, of the many evils Regina committed as Queen, she never hurt a child, not once, in fact she did evil things to cover up the fact she was kind to them.

"Emma, Regina in all her life has never done anything so malevolent to anyone where there is a child involved." Emma shook her head and was laughing hysterically, and it made her flinch, though she continued without noticing..

"Well if she's fucking pregnant I'd like to see the doctor she's been going to!" Snow nodded standing up and taking Emma's hands in her own.

"You're right, but we need to see what this spell does, we need to talk to Gold."

A/N:

5/10/16 - This is the first and only updated chapter of this story, I will go through the rest of the chapters and they will have dates telling you when they have been updated in the Author's note. It was just really bugging me in all my stories lately, so look out for the same if you happen to follow anything else I write.

If you're reading this after the above date, then continue reading, the next chapters will be edited soon.

As Always, thank you for reading and reviewing!