Regan- Age 14

As a freshman in high school Regan had already experienced her fair share of things. Her first ever "legit" boyfriend was one of them. A secret boyfriend at that, since she really didn't want her mom to know about him at all, he could be scared off if she knew. His name was Jack, he was in the same grade as her, and they had immediately caught each other's attention when they started school. He was even on the football team, and had managed a spot on varsity his first year, a feat all on its own. Regan absolutely loved his plaid shirts too, he wore them all the time, and she had even gotten one for herself. Soon though, Jack realized that Regan was not a cheerleader, oh no, that was all Teila belle, and before she even knew what had happened, Jack broke up with Regan. Leaving her a crying mess, so bad in fact that she left school and went home without telling anyone, a dangerous fact when your mother is mayor.

Not even half an hour after she got home, did the front door open again to a very worried, Regina. Dark hair was stuck to her face, her clothes were wrinkled, and the heel of one of her jimmy choos was completely torn off. She looked like hell. Kicking her shoes off in a very un-regina like manor, she made a beeline for the stairs, hoping to find her daughter there. Taking them two at time, she made it to Regan's room in record time, flinging open the door, only to find her daughter a crying mess, tucked up in the sheets, face covered in tears, and eyes bloodshot. She opened her mouth to yell at her daughter for skipping school and causing her to worry, when she took in the sight before her. This was not her Regan, her Regan never cried or made a fuss. She never really skipped school, and never had she sniffled and hiccupped when upset. This only worried her mother further, so she slowly but surely made her way over to her daughter, and sat on the edge of the bed, allowing much needed time for her daughter to realize she was there.

Instead of a verbal response, what she received was a whimper and the girls arm lifting into the air grasping, an indication that she wanted her mom. Carefully laying herself down on to the bed she scooted in front of her daughter who promptly flung her arm around her mom's waist and tucked her face into her chest. Since she was now almost bigger than her mother too, she curled up a little tighter to make herself fit better. The crying continued through the ordeal, only calming slightly when a warm and gently hand brushed its way through unruly curls. At this point, Regina knew her shirt was ruined for good, but she couldn't find it in her heart to care in the slightest. Gone was the evil queen she had been for so long, and in its place, was a 14 year old girl with bright green eyes, ridiculous curls, and a normally sheepish grin. The girl had tamed her heart, unless of course, the evil queen was needed. If anyone had hurt Regan… there would be hell to pay.

"Regan, darling, will you tell Mama what's wrong?"

A shake of the head was the only answer she received, so instead of pushing she just rubbed her daughter's back, whispering reassurances, and smiling a little when the sobbing finally stopped. A long arm curled tighter around her waist, pulling her in. Weight was readjusted, and then she continued rubbing Regan's back, giving gentle kisses to her head every once in a while. Soon gentle snoring could be heard, and she knew that she wasn't going to be able to move anytime soon. She sent a text off to her secretary that all was well, and fell asleep holding Regan.

A few hours later she woke up to find that it was getting quite late and she was hungry. Regan was still fast asleep on her chest, gentle whimpers every once in a while, but mostly just snoring. She needed to make dinner soon, and sleeping so much was going to throw off their whole schedule…

Maybe we can watch a movie?

"Regan? Regan sweetheart we have to get up." The only response that was given was a growl, and a tighter squeeze.

"Regan, we can't keep sleeping, come on honey. We can have cheeseburgers for dinner, with hot cocoa, and pie for desert."

Regan shot up out of bed at an extremely quick pace for someone who was sleeping so deeply just minutes before. A large smile took over her face, momentarily forgetting the pain her heart felt.

"Well what are you waiting for mom? Let's go eat those burgers!"

"Regan… will you please tell me what's going on first?"

"uh… can I tell you while we eat?"

"Yes, dear."

After cooking dinner, and getting settled at the table, Regina decided to give her daughter the choice of when to start speaking. She still had no clue what was going on, but eating had clearly helped the blonde out a bit as she happily munched away at her oversized and extremely messy burger.

"So uh… Jack broke up with me."

"Jack Bean? The football player?"

"Yeah."

"You were dating him?"

"Yup"

"and he broke up with you…"

"Correct again."

Anger flashed in chocolate-brown eyes. How dare anyone hurt her little princess, what was that stupid boy thinking?

"Clearly, he is an idiot."

A slight smile graced Regan's face, the first true one all evening. Her mom had a knack for making her feel much better, always.

"He has Teila now, so I'm sure he's doing much better."

"The cheerleader?"

"The very one."

"Well she's a skank, so I'm sure he'll end up with some unwanted disease."

"Mom!"

"Just speaking honestly dear."

Regan couldn't help the laugh that escaped her throat at that point, she just truly couldn't help it. Just the thought in itself was hilarious. Regan laughed and laughed, until she starting crying again, but for a whole different reason.

"Oh sweetheart, please don't cry! I'm sorry." Regina got up to hold her daughter tight hoping to stop her from crying more.

"No mom, it's OK. I'm crying because It's so funny."

"What is?"

"You saying skank!"

"I do speak teenager you know, it's not like I never was one."

"You? A teenager? Nah, you've always been old."

"Hey! I will have you know that I am only 32 young lady!"

"See? Old."

"I'm not old!"

"yes you are"

"No I'm not!"

"Yes you are!"

"no! I'm not!"

"Mom, it's okay to be wrong sometimes."

Regina let out a huff, glaring playfully at her daughter who soon swooped in to hug her.

"Thank you mom… for… you know."

"you're welcome dear." She responded with a smile.

"but you're still old."

"I am not!"