*I own nothing except Brissa...
Regina's P.O.V.
One Week ago
Twenty Eight years in this hell hole, Twenty Eight years lonely. I read a book last week on a man who adopted a little boy, they were happy together. So here I am in front of Rumpelstiltskin aka Mister Gold's pawn shop.
"Madam Mayor, what a pleasant surprise." He said looking up from his desk.
"Gold, I need your help," I said strutting up to him.
"Oh really with what?" He said looking back to his paperwork.
"I need you to get me a number for an adoption agency for me," I said waiting for him to judge my request but instead he simply nodded and got up. He walked to the back room and came out a second later he came out with a piece of paper.
"Here we are Madam Mayor, may I suggest something," he said handing me the paper. Surprised by his question she agreed.
"I would suggest adopting an older child," he stated.
"Why?" I asked confused.
"Regina an older teen never get adopted and if they do they are adopted for the wrong things especially teen girls. Well, I read an article just last week on a girl who killed herself because she was being abused by her stepfather and his brother." He said turning back around.
"Thank you, Gold." 'why would he say that' I asked myself as I walked to my car.
Two days later.
'It's been two days. I can't believe it me Regina Mills the Evil Freaking Queen is scared of making a phone call.' I mentally argue with my self. I pick up my phone and dial.
"Hello, this is Emma Swan from Having Hope orphanage."
Emma's P.O.C.
"Hello, this is Emma Swan from Having Hope orphanage."
"Hello, Ms. Swan. My name is Regina Mills and I was wondering if there were any teen girls willing to be adopted?" Damn, she sounded beautiful. Is she serious most people wanted a newborn?
"Yes, Ms. Mills there is one child I personally agent Named Brissa Leanne she is 14. Would you be able to meet me in Boston tomorrow at two?" I asked pulling up Brissa's account.
"Yes, of course, where would you lie to meet?" She asked immediately
"How about the coffee shop on 2nd street called Enchanted? (not a real place FYI)" I replied.
"Alright. Thank you, Ms. Swan, I'll see you tomorrow." And she hung up. 'okay, Mills lets see your background check.' I thought to myself as I looked at the computer
'StoryBrooke Mayor Regina Mills, 30.'
Jail Record: None
family: Unknown
"Holy Crap!" I said out loud. "She is gorgeous," I said looking at the picture in the file
"Henry I think I just found Bri a Mom," I told my 10-year-old son who just walked in my door.
"That's awesome Ma!" he said smiling. "Who is it?"
"A mayor in Maine. She is so freaking beautiful dude. I think I just found my soul mate." I joked.
"Haha. your a riot Ma let me see her picture." I showed it to him. "Woah!" he said
"I know!"
