Regan- Age 22
Regan had been feeling sick for the last week, her stomach was constantly upset, and she was tired a considerable part of her day. At this point in her life she had moved to Boston to go to college, and was almost done with school. She was so close, yet so far away from her dream job of being a Lawyer. Originally she had planned on being a Police Officer, or even a fire fighter, she wanted to make a difference and she was constantly in shape. But of course her mom, Regina begged her not too, it was dangerous work, and even though there had been a point right after Regan found out the truth about everything - a point in which she would have done anything to be spiteful to the woman- she no longer wished to do so. Regina would forever be mom, no matter the circumstances, and even though she had somewhat of a relationship with snow and charming, it could never truly compete with her and Regina's. Plus they still called her Emma, and she rather be Regan.
Now since it had been a week of being sick, her mom insisted on coming to take care of her in all her sick, germ-infested, disease-ridden, humiliated, glory. Regina would stay as long as she deemed necessary; making dinners, keeping her on bed rest, watching movies with her, snuggling with her, cleaning the house, and attempting to help with her homework. Homework that if she wasn't careful would quickly become to burdensome and extremely overdue. So she waited for her mom to get there, enjoying being babied, and hoping to get over it soon.
When Regina got there she glanced around the house noticing it to be relatively clean, the kitchen especially. This was a major concern, Regan didn't really clean, and since she so often ate whether from boredom or other reasons, the kitchen was always the messiest part of the house. It was spotless. Implying that Regan hadn't been eating at all, something that greatly concerned her mother.
"Momma? Is that you?" A quiet voice called from down the hall, clearly to tired to get up and check out the situation.
"Yes dear, it's me. How are you feeling? I'm just putting my bag in the spare room and I'll be there."
"I'm not feeling too hot, well.. I am feeling hot but not in a good way."
Regina put her bag in the spare room, and made it to Regan's room. Looking at her daughter when she came in, she noticed the way blonde curls hung limply and stuck to her skin. Pale skin, that was cool and clammy, very unlike the normal uncontrollable heat that generally rolled off the girl. She was also looking thinner then she had in awhile, wearing a blue razor back tank top, and Grey Cotton shorts. everything about her and her room screamed sick, even the smell.
"Oh sweetheart, you do not look good at all."
"I know, momma. I don't feel really good either. Will you come lay down with me and snuggle? Please?"
Regina nodded her head in agreement, getting onto the left side of Regan's bed and pulling her daughter close. She was clearly dehydrated, and had what appeared to be the flu.. But something wasn't right. Regan was hardly ever sick as a child, or even a teen, and when she was she got over it fairly quick. This was certainly unusual. A thought hit Regina at that point.
Hadn't Regan been seeing that Cassidy boy? What was his name? Ah, yes. Neil. Where was he? He should be here with his sick girlfriend, that was what couples did after all. Take care of each other.
"Regan... Where's Neil?"
"We broke up."
This piqued her mothers interest further.
"And why would that be dear?"
"I uh... I didn't want to sleep with him anymore."
A blank expression crossed her mothers face. After a minute or two of silence and blank expressions, Regan became worried.
"Mom?"
"Hmmm?"
"Are you uh... Are you okay?"
"Yes dear.. Just.. Surprised, and.. Mm.. Did you use protection?"
"Mother!"
"It's a valid qquestion!"
"We did! ...most the time.."
Regina was silent once again, her expression flickering until the blankness seeped away, leaving pursed lips and worried brown eyes.
"I'll be back in a few minutes"
"Mom i-"
And with that there was a cloud of purple smoke. Surprise evident in Regan's face. Her mother shouldn't have been able to do magic there. And- "mother that's not safe in public, this isn't sstorybrooke!" was shouted to a missing Regina, though a deep chuckle could still be heard in response.
Five minutes later, a purple cloud appeared, leaving Regina in its wake.
"No one saw me dear, now go to the bathroom and take this test." She said handing over a small box, 'pregnant test' written as its main title.
"Okay, how are you using magic, and why the hell would I take that?"
"Strong emotions, and because I said so. Now go."
Regan went, but not without grumbling. And after a couple minutes a thud was heard, a long with a sob, and a startled yelp.
Regina rushed to the bathroom, throwing open the door to find her daughter curled up on the floor, sobbing relentlessly. The test a mere foot away, a smiley face on the screen to show that she was in fact pregnant. Regina slowly settled herself on the floor, hugging Regan to her, until a sudden jerk forced her to let go. She watched her daughter scurry to the toilet, puking up all of the water she had consumed, the last of her strength leaving. Dry heves were next, causing her to lose her resolve and end up back on the floor. Regina pulled her daughter into her lap, brushing the hair out of her face, and rubbing soothing circles on her back.
"I'm so sorry, momma. I'm so so sorry."
"Shhh, sweetie. Why are you sorry?"
"I got pregnant in my last year of college, how am I going to finish? I don't want to disappoint you. and I don't know how to raise kids!"
"First off dear, you couldn't disappoint me at this point. Secondly, you'll be able to complete this year, finishing up your graduation before you have your baby. There's no manual to raising kids anyhow, and I will help you. You can come back to storybrooke and raise the baby there. Okay?"
Large tears fell down Regan's face as she snuggled into Regina's side.
"Thank you, mom. I love you."
"I love you too, sweetie. Everything is going to be okay, and you can live with me again until you get everything put together, okay?"
"Okay."
"Now I have a few phone calls to make, appointments and all that. We'll talk more in a little bit."
"Okay, mom. I'll just.. go lay down."
Regina smiled and walked outside. Once hitting the street she leaned up against the big brick building and took a deep breath. Tears fell silently. She was going to be a grandmother, her daughter knew the truth, still wanted her, and wanted her around to be grandma. Everything was going to be okay. But first things first. She pulled out her phone to make a call to a number that was slowly becoming familiar. "Hello, snow? ...yes, it is Regina. I know we're still not on the best terms but I figured it only fair that I tell you... We're going to be grandparents."
