Author's note: So the response to this was really positive actually. I love it when that happens!

I am planning on taking some inspiration from what Henry was like in series one for this but showed in a different way. You'll see later on in the story ;-)

(Sorry some sections are so short! I want the main focus to be in Storybrooke as nothing canonically in the Enchanted Forest has really changed. Each character's past is pretty much the same.)

Disclaimer: I do own a signed copy of the series 4A poster but not the show.

Storybrooke

Returning to what was now a small crowd with young Emma cradled in her arms, Regina tensed slightly under the shocked gazes of the residents. She scowled as Snow White – well, the cursed version of her – watched from the front of the crowd. As if she sensed all the eyes on her, Emma started to stir and whimpered quietly. Regina stopped walking and looked down at her. "Shh," she said gently, unsure what to do. She had never thought about being a mother before and if she did, she didn't exactly have a shining role model.

Emma, however, didn't seem to notice any of her concerns as she quietened almost instantly. Regina smiled slightly and looked up as she heard footsteps approaching. The smile vanished instantly. Snow White – Mary Margaret Blanchard, Regina reminded herself hastily - was walking up towards her followed by Graham and Dr Hopper.

"Who's this?" Miss Blanchard greeted cheerfully, looking at Emma.

"This is Emma," Regina told her. "I found her...abandoned in the forest."

"But...who would just leave a child in the woods?" Graham asked from beside them.

"I don't know," Regina lied smoothly. She wanted to say that it was the woman in front of her but she knew that said woman wouldn't remember. "Anyway, it doesn't matter."

"I think it does matter," Mary Margaret said calmly. "Who would abandon such a sweet child?"

Emma stirred again, whimpering quietly. Regina looked down at the child quickly, lightly bouncing her to keep her happy. Emma made happy noises, reaching her tiny hands out blindly and grabbing hold of some of Regina's hair. Regina smiles and chuckles. It soon reaches the point where Emma is pulling quite violently and she has to remove the baby's hand to avoid losing a decently sized chunk of her hair.

"I see your point," she sighed eventually, holding Emma's pudgy hand. "Who would give her up?"

The Enchanted Forest

"Snow, calm down," Charming sighed as he followed his wife into their bedroom.

"Calm down?" Snow asked him incredulously. "How can I calm down after I'm told that our daughter could end up in the hands of Regina?"

"Yes, she could, but Blue never said that she would," Charming said calmly, trying to ease the tension. "We just need to have hope that the alternative path is the one she takes."

Snow looked down at her feet as he put his hands on her shoulders. "But is that really better?" she asked quietly. "You heard Blue, she'd be alone and suffer so much. Maybe if Regina had her then it might make her better. Charming, it might help her to have a child to raise as her own."

"But what about after?" David argued back. "What if when the curse is broken she views Regina as her mother instead of you? What if Regina doesn't let us see her?"

Snow looked up at him and smiled lovingly at him. "That's a risk that we have to take," she said softly. "It's not up to us to decide."

Charming sighed and closed his eyes in defeat but nodded. "I suppose so," he conceded.

Snow grinned, leaning up and kissing him gently before drawing back abruptly.

"Snow, what's wrong?" Charming asked in concern as she hunched over slightly, a hand held against her abdomen.

"The baby, it's coming."

Storybrooke

Regina stood in her living room, bouncing the wailing baby in her arms quietly. Marco was busy assembling a plastic crib which Emma would sleep in until he could carve a proper one. Halfway home, however, Emma had started crying again and she wasn't sure how to calm the wailing child down. Granny had stopped by to give her some baby supplies such as disposable nappies and formula milk….whatever those things were.

"Hey, it's okay, I'm here," Regina cooed at the baby. It didn't do any good – Emma just kept crying. "What's wrong? What can I do?"

"Maybe try feeding her," Granny said coolly from the sofa, knitting needles clacking rhythmically. Regina had asked – well, demanded – her to knit a new baby blanket under the guise of that she had no idea how long Emma had been stuck in her old one.

"How do I do that?" Regina asked helplessly; she didn't like asking for help but she honestly had no idea what to do.

"Use the formula milk I gave you," Granny sighed, placing her knitting needles down. She stood up and beckoned Regina to follow her into the kitchen. She took the box of formula milk, putting some in a measuring jug and adding water. Mixing the powder into the water, she poured the milk into a plastic bottle and handed it to Regina. "Here."

Regina took the bottle and nodded curtly at the old woman who returned to the sofa, picking up her knitting needles. "Here you go," she said softly, putting the bottle to the baby's lips.

Emma stopped crying and latched onto the bottle and began to drink the milk eagerly. Regina instinctively tilted the bottle at an angle. "There we go," Regina cooed. "Is that better?" She got no answer apart from a few muffled gurgling sounds.

"You're a natural, madame mayor," Granny commented from behind her.

Regina turned to respond when Marco came downstairs. "It's ready," he said happily, gesturing for her to come. She sighed and placed the now empty bottle down on the table before following the carver upstairs.

"If you would like, I could come to decorate tomorrow?" Marco asked as she stepped through the door. The room was bare apart from a colourful plastic crib with netting.

She nodded at the carver, walking over to the crib. "I'll see you tomorrow then," she commented sharply. "You can leave now."

Marco said a hurried goodbye before walking out hastily. Regina placed Emma down on the cot, putting a plain white blanket over her. "Goodnight Emma," she sighed, reaching a hand down and stroking the baby's cheek gently. Emma gurgled happily and made cooing noises. "I'll see you soon," she said gently before pressing a small kiss to the baby's forehead and leaving the baby to sleep, closing the door behind her gently.

She said a curt goodbye to Grannyas she left before retreating to her bedroom. Now alone, she allowed the worry to settle in.

She never wanted to be a mother….now she was.

And her daughter was also the daughter of her enemy.

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