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As the memories came in flashes, Regina saw herself sitting at a large table, chandeliers hanging from the ceilings, candelabras placed on every dining table of which illuminated the dishes of breakfast items in front of them. A glance to the left, and she saw Robin, and Roland eating a breakfast of eggs, bacon, and biscuits. A glance to her right and she saw Snow with David, smiling and holding Baby Neal in her arms.
Regina hadn't eaten much of anything that morning, maybe a few bites of eggs; her stomach wasn't agreeing to the food that was being served, and she had been feeling exceptionally tired and picky the last few days.
Every time she would attempt to consume any type of food, her stomach would immediately start to churn.
The memory quickly shifted and Regina couldn't see anything but there was only one thing she registered.
Something was burning inside of her.
She could feel bile crawling up her throat, gathering in her stomach.
She heard the yells of her own name before she felt her own hand at her mouth, covering it.
She could feel herself run down a stairway into a room.
Regina's eyes shot open.
White spots appeared in her vision.
Her head was spinning; two of everything appeared in her line of sight.
Looking straight, her vision returning to her, she only saw a basin.
Letting out a string of curses Regina waved a hand and a toilet appeared in front of her, purple smoke dissipating around it.
She was not puking into that puny metal thing.
A wave of vertigo pulled her into its ocean of dizziness as Regina saw herself lose her footing, her kneecaps making contact with the cold bathroom floor, emptying the contents of her stomach into the pristine toilet bowl lightning quick as she held her hair back with her free hand as the other gripped the toilet, her knuckles now turning white.
Was there something in the little bit of food she had eaten that morning?
What the hell was happening?
Regina could hear his thick British accent before he made it into the bathroom.
"Regina!"
The brunette couldn't respond as she was hunched over the toilet bowl, almost choking on her own bile as she tried to tell him where she was.
It was like flames were ignited within her throat. Her body was coated in sweat.
What had brought this on?
It felt as if she was burning underneath her skin; the only source of cold, the metal of her engagement ring just recently purchased by Robin from a jeweler in Camelot.
The only thing that didn't let the fire consume her was that engagement ring; the only thing that didn't let her fade away into unconsciousness, and Regina had no idea why.
Robin found his lover kneeled over the toilet bowl within the washrooms of the stone castle.
He immediately went to her, rubbing her back in soothing circles and holding her hair back as she emptied the contents of her stomach -which wasn't very much.
Robin knelt by Regina's side putting the back of his free hand to her forehead.
"Gods Regina, you're burning up"
Regina began dry heaving as she felt a waterfall of sweat drip down her back.
Robin fetched her a glass of water, setting it on the counter.
For when she was finished Robin asked one of the servants for a cloth and a bucket of water.
The servant helpfully obliged, coming back with both a bucket of water and a cloth, handing both to Robin with a smile.
Robin nodded the servant off gratefully with a 'thank you', and a charming smile.
Regina, through her peripheral vision, saw Robin set the bucket of water on the table across from them, dip the cloth in the water, and wring the water out into the pail heading over to Regina.
She was leant up against the wall of the bathroom across from the toilet inhaling and exhaling slowly trying to calm her stomach.
"Did you eat something bad?" Robin asked.
Regina quickly shook her head.
"I didn't even eat that much, I was picky the entire morning. My stomach couldn't even handle eggs."
Regina closed her eyes and let out a slow exhale.
"Well perhaps you have some type of stomach bug?"
Regina didn't respond as she just kept breathing, hoping and praying to not feel the fire of bile coat her throat once more.
Breath in. Breath out. Breath in. Breath out.
Robin pat the damp cloth around Regina's forehead, wiping the film of perspiration from her brow.
"Hold that there, I'm going to try to fetch some help. You are The Savior after all," Robin winked at Regina smiling slightly, as he pressed a light kiss to her hairline before leaving the room, breaking into a jog.
Regina gave a small smile to her fiancé continuing her slow and steady breaths as she couldn't argue with Robin over whether or not she needed a doctor.
She had no idea what the hell was wrong with her.
It had been almost a week that she'd felt like this, stomach queasy, waves of fatigue, until today when she had actually vomited, and now also began sweating profusely, but Robin didn't know that. She didn't want him worried sick about her after the incident in the woods with Charming just a few weeks earlier.
Regina, breathing deeply, attempted to stand, white spots instantly returning in her vision once again.
Eyes closed, she held herself against the wall, the cold biting into her forehead; a small ounce of pleasure in a sea of chaos as she began breathing deeply, in and out once more.
"Gina'?" She heard a high pitched voice from the door.
Roland.
Her world stopped.
He shouldn't be seeing her like this, ill and indisposed. She was staggering like a drunk, she was certain. She could feel herself drifting as she tried her best to speak through the fire coating her throat.
"Roland," Regina swallowed thickly, "where-where's," Regina inhaled deeply ,"your father?"
There was a quick tug at her skirt, and a high pitched yell of "Papa!" as she saw herself fall inelegantly, body laying on the floor.
Darkness overtook her.
Robin gently laid Regina on the bed, the back of her head making contact with the cotton pillow softly; her dark hair now splayed around her face angelically.
The high pitched and weary voice of his son rung in Robin's ears: "Papa? What's wrong with 'Gina?"
Putting a thumb over Regina's cheekbone and kissing her hairline, Robin quickly turned around to nod at Emma, a nod that said: take care of her while I do this, before he crouched down to Roland's height grabbing his little boy's small hands in his own, a fake smile plastered on his face for the sake of his son's emotions.
"I'm not sure my boy. We'll have to see when she wakes up. But right now you need to go with Granny so I can see what's wrong with 'Gina, okay?"
Roland nodded his head yes; his mop of dark brown curls moving with each incline of his head.
"Okay," his little boy answered,"But come get me when she wakes up, okay? I need to be here to protect her. Okay Papa?" Roland asked a small index finger poking into his father's chest in earnest as brown eyes were dead set on his blue ones.
"Okay," Robin smiled, a twinkle of love in his blue eyes as he remembered the nickname Regina had given him during the Missing Year.
Her little knight.
Robin kissed his son's head before sending him out of the room with Granny.
As soon as Roland and Granny were out of earshot, Emma decided to speak up.
"Robin."
Robin turned to the blonde, a look of fear in his eyes before his wall of strength came up covering that of his vulnerability.
He had to be strong. For Regina.
Emma continued, "Because I'm now the Dark One, there's some sort of form of Dark One Gold - or in this realm, Rumplestiltskin - stalking me. When I have the sense of dark magic, or I'm about to use my dark magic, he show's up to me. Like when you got stabbed and I was about to heal you? He was there, and he's here now."
"What? Why is he here now?" Robin asked, his words sharp at the edges, fear creeping into his mind.
Robin tried with all his might to shut that fear out and replace it with courage and optimism.
"Regina. She's…" Emma looked to her right side with weary eyes, "pregnant"
Robin's world stopped.
No one moved.
No one spoke.
The only sound was the labored breathing of Robin himself. Emma could see the gears moving within his head. He didn't know what to do. What to think.
Robin was thinking the worst. Just like Regina had back when the Snow Queen had made herself known in Storybrooke.
Are you really that much of a pessimist?
He had no idea what was wrong with Regina, but now that he knew that she was with child, he couldn't help the yell of anger and sadness that poured out of him as he grabbed the wooden chair near the vanity in his large calloused hands and flung the the piece of furniture into the wall adjacent to him, the chair breaking into splintered pieces as soon as it made contact with the stone.
Robin threw himself into the remaining wooden chair that sat against the stone wall.
"God, this..this is my fault," Robin hung his head low as he placed his face in his hands.
Charming after looking around at all is family, at Regina's unconscious form, walked up to the archer a friendly, strong hand on his shoulder, "Robin, you had no idea this was going to happen. You can't blame yourself."
Robin shot up from the chair in an instant running his fingers through his hair, waves of anxiety washing over him as he paced the stone floor below them.
"Regina...she's now unconscious David, and we have no idea whatsoever if she's going to wake up. I left her to go look for a physician-"
"For her own good," Charming interjected lightheartedly.
"It's just… I came back to the washroom to find her like that. And of all people my son found her like that David. Maybe if I'd been there she wouldn't have fallen unconscious, I could have kept her awake."
"And God she's pregnant," Robin showed a second of a smile before his mouth was taken over by a frown as a stray tear escaped Robin's eye.
"What if something's wrong with the baby? It'd be all my fault. God I should've been there with her. None of this would've happened," Robin's hands covered his face - covered the tears now pouring down his cheeks.
It felt like hours before Robin felt a gentle hand wrap around his forearm.
"Robin."
A light voice filled with optimism.
Snow.
All thoughts ceased in his subconscious as he slowly brought his hands away from his bloodshot eyes.
"You can't go on like this, thinking that this is your fault. You have to believe that it's just fate. That it was fate that caused this to happen. Robin. It was fate that brought you and Regina together. It was fate that gave you this child. That gave you your son."
"You have to believe in your heart, that Regina is going to be fine, and she will be. She will wake up if you have hope. We are all wondering the same thing 'What's happened to her?' but you have to believe that she will be okay. If not for your sake then for Henry and Roland's. Granted Henry is old enough to put the pieces together, you are one of the only people at the moment who is a father figure to him. You, Regina, Henry and Roland. You are a family, and family always finds a way to keep fighting, to keep believing."
There was a soft feeling underneath Regina's fingertips, as her own gasp moved through the air. Or at least those were the first things the brunette registered.
All noises ceased in Regina's subconscious when her heavy eyelids lifted, as consciousness returned to her body.
Regina squinted as the afternoon sunlight coming in from the windows shined in her eyes.
She was greeted with the stark white ceiling of her bedchamber - dark brown eyes scanned the entirety of the room from left to right.
A look to the left, and she saw David - Baby Neal in his arms, Henry's shoulder at his side - appeared in her line of sight. They were stranded off to the side, looks of concern for the brunette shining in their eyes.
Regina looked to the right of them and saw Emma; clad in a white cloak, and white dress.
Looking out into nothing, talking to nothing...moving her olive green eyes between the space in front of her.
Another look to the right and Robin-
Robin was a mess.
Tear streaks stained his face, cracked and dry, as if they'd been there for hours, his hands were shaking as he looked down at the floor, as a optimistic Snow kneeled before him, a hand on his forearm.
Regina's eyes widened as she remembered the nausea, the profuse sweating, the magic running underneath her skin and through her veins, the feeling of burning from the inside out.
And Henry saw his mother's eyes - his watery eyes never left his mother's unconscious form since she was carried into the room by Robin.
"Mom?" Regina heard her son small whisper from her left side, surprise and relief coating his tone. She could hear the smile at his voice.
Her eyes locked onto her son's face.
Her little prince.
Regina slowly moved to sit up, her head moving up off the pillow, when she felt that incessant churning in her stomach. Her right hand that was lying on the bed quickly moved to lie on her abdomen; a usual act of nervousness, now an act of attempted
What the hell was that?
Robin looked to Henry with concerned eyes, when Robin realized where the young man was looking - he followed Henry's trail of sight to…
Regina.
Immediately taking his eyes from Emma, he laid both his eyes on Regina's form lying atop the bed, approaching her with tears - now of relief - pricking at the corner of his eyes.
"Oh god, Regina"
From her place on the bed, the brunette threw her soulmate a look of confusion as he took both her hands in his own.
Regina's brow furrowed in earnest.
"Robin. What's wrong?"
Crystal eyes bore into dark brown ones, unshed tears lining them.
"Robin you're scaring me..what's going on? Talk to me," Regina, letting go of Robin's hands, as she sat up in bed slowly with a look of discomfort. As her back leant against the headboard, she skimmed her palm over Robin's cheek as she wiped his tears away.
Regina pulled back as she looked into Robin's ocean blue eyes. To look for something anything out of the ordinary. Anything different.
She could always read him.
"Is something wrong with me?" she asked, her tone somewhat of a middle between a question and statement as her voice quivered, but Regina deemed it to remain steady as she saw watched Robin's eyes, which thankfully calmed Regina down.
They were filled with happiness.
Robin grabbed her hand in his, kissing her palm as he brought both her hands in his lap.
"Robin, do you want to tell her the good news?" Emma told the blonde haired blue-eyed man that sat on the side of the bed before her, a slight smile dragging her lips upward.
Regina's eyes latched onto Robin's smile.
She couldn't even count how many times she'd seen that smile.
She saw it in the first time they'd made love in her vault. Saw it when he was playing with Roland.
She saw it when he was happy.
"News?" Regina eyed Robin, her brows furrowed.
"Robin wha-"
Robin placed a gentle hand on Regina's abdomen, the velvet of her dress smooth beneath his palm. She felt Robin's gentle, protective, and tender hand on her abdomen.
She'd seen that touch before.
During the nights when they would tuck Roland into his now permanent bed at Regina's house, just across Henry's room - Robin and Roland had just moved in. She'd seen it in the numerous times Roland had fallen asleep in his father's arms, or pressed his hand to Henry's chest guarding him from danger.
That was the touch of a father.
In her mind, she again regarded the fatigue she'd been feeling for the last week, the sickness this morning, the dizziness.
Regina's breath caught in her throat, and tears pricked at the corner of her eyes, a shocked gasp coming from Regina in a mix of surprise and joy as she realized.
"Am I... pregnant?" she said vocalizing her thoughts.
Robin nodded, not able to hide his loving smile as she saw a stray tear escape his eye and run down his cheek, love shining through his ocean blue eyes.
How could she not of seen it sooner?
Regina leant up to to touch Robin's cheek, a thumb wiping any trace of the tear away.
"We're going to have a baby," Regina choked out whispering between quivering lips, as she gave Robin a watery smile.
Robin smiled, love radiating from beneath his blue eyes as he stared into deep brown ones.
Regina pulled him close, bringing two hands around his torso as she hugged him.
Although it was only a hug, and Regina wanted to more than hug Robin in that moment, it was contact nonetheless, and Regina was grateful.
She could feel the love for Robin and this new addition to their family stirring deep within her. She could feel the love threading underneath her skin.
Like magic but something more.
Her thoughts were instantly interrupted with the lighthearted but forced sound of her name on Emma's lips.
Instantaneously, Regina's cheeks began to burn as she lay her forehead onto Robin's shoulder, smitten.
"Congratulations to the both of you. But before we all go, Gold has a a couple things to tell you about your baby-"
"-Gold? He's here? He can't be, he's in a coma," Regina interjected, quickly stating with a voice of confusion and irritation.
"Yeah he's here - well the Enchanted Forest version of him. Ever since I became The Dark One he's been kind of my mind I guess. When I went to heal Robin and you all thought I was talking to myself? I was actually talking to Gold - or Rumplestilitskin - or whatever you'd like to call him here. He showed up to me..told me that I needed to find you," Emma locked eyes with Regina, her voice somewhat distant.
"To tell me that I'm pregnant..?" Regina asked, confusion flooding her tone.
Everyone saw Emma throw a glance at her right side - to Rumplestiltskin - and move her eyes to Regina and Robin once more.
Regina looked to her friend in concern, her brows furrowing and her eyes growing warm. If she herself had the Dark One version of Rumplestiltskin stuck inside her head, she would surely go mad.
Emma nodded, "I'm not sure why he came to me to tell me that, but he did."
"Wait. He told you? Is there anyway for us to see him; to talk to him?" Regina asked.
"I can try to make him visible," Emma nodded at her friend.
"Wait," Regina said forcefully from her spot on the mattress, "Emma, the more you use your dark magic, the more it will be harder for you to let go of it."
Regina stared awhile looking at her friend the whiskey colored eyes, "Trust me I know"
Emma shook her head quickly, "Regina I have to do this. I don't even know how your magic works now with you in your condition, nevermind communicating that type information to you from Gold."
Hazel-green eyes looked into whiskey colored ones with the love of a friend.
In seconds Regina realized what her friend had said: "Communicating 'that type' of information."
What type of information was it? Was something wrong with her magic? Her child?
Before Regina had a chance to ask, she looked over at her blonde friend-a mask of concentration had gone over her features; furrowed brows, eyes shut tight, hands steady in front of her.
A second later, and a puff of grey smoke made itself visible before the group, dissipating to reveal a scaly, crocodile-like Rumpelstiltskin. A minute to look over her old mentor's presence, and Regina realized Captain Guyliner's nickname, in actuality, made a lot of sense.
"Hello dearies," Rumple waved a scaly hand as he let out his infamous sinister giggle.
Regina looked on with eyes illustrating the feeling of irritation, but also fear for her child as the villain made himself known to everyone in the room.
Rumple's bright green-brown eyes trailed along the heroes to land on the brunette in the bed.
Rumple could read her easily, "Don't worry Regina I'm not going to harm you or-" he stepped back a moment, startled and wide eyed.
"What?" Regina snapped, her tone devoid of anything but irritation.
"Light magic. I can feel it-and a lot of it at that. No one has ever possessed that much light magic other than Miss Swan herself," Rumple said stepping closer to Regina's still form seated on the mattress in the middle of the bedchamber.
"Oh yes she is very powerful," Rumple pointed a scaly finger towards Regina's stomach.
Robin stood so he was covering his true love, standing between her and the monstrous imp that stood before him.
Regina's gasp could be heard from behind Robin's protective form in front of her.
"She..? We're having a daughter?" Regina went to grab Robin's hand; a quick act of love.
Rumplestiltskin walked closer towards Regina in interest.
Robin, for a quick second, let go of Regina's hand, to put a steady hand to the mad man's chest stopping him from getting any closer, "You aren't getting any closer to Regina, or our child," Robin whispered harshly, "Speak. Now. Or so help me I will kill you where you stand," Robin shoved the imp back a few feet, eyeing his bow and quiver of arrows that sat against the head of the bed.
"A bit testy are we? And you can't kill me thief. I'm only a figure of Miss Swan's imagination," Rumple's accented voice shined through his Dark One facade.
"I knew she possessed light magic I just didn't know it was to this extent. I overheard the thief here," Rumple nodded at Robin, "tell Miss Swan that you had gotten sick this morning, which leads me to my next detail."
Emma rolled her eyes at, 'Miss Swan'
"But wasn't that just morning sickness from the baby?" Robin interjected, his brows furrowing in confusion.
"That would seems so, and yes it was morning sickness. To a certain extent. However, based on what you told Miss Swan regarding Regina's sickness this morning, it seems as if your child possesses magic all on it's own."
Regina put a steady hand to where her child was.
"She has magic?" Regina asked.
"Yes. The magic of true love, of course," Rumplestiltskin replied.
Regina and Robin gave each other a second of a glance, love in their eyes, before looking at Rumplestiltskin once more.
"How do you know for certain?"
"Well I can feel it in the air, dearie. The minute I came into this very room, I could feel the presence of light magic-your child."
"Why was my morning sickness that bad? I mean I felt like I was going to pass out at any moment. My engagement ring was the only thing that could keep me from fainting. Why?" Regina asked.
"Well," Rumplestiltskin started, "you did begin to have regular morning sickness, but then your child sensed it, and was attempting to stop the nausea, causing you to feel faint, and dizzy. Mr. Locksley told me you were also sweating profusely, which if I view it correctly, was your daughter's magic trying to heal you," Rumple explained.
"As for your ring, it is an object of true love. That, and initially any act of true love are the only things that can calm your child down, or rather her magic. The simple fact that your child is of both soulmates and true love is an explicit example of that."
Regina looked out into nothing with wide tear filled eyes. Her daughter wasn't going to turn towards the darkness, she would make sure of it. Her daughter wouldn't have to suffer through the tremendous torture of having dark magic. It was light, and she was going to make sure it stayed that way.
Evil isn't born, it's made.
The brunette's watery whiskey eyes laid themselves on the scaly man before her, confusion evident in her dark orbs, "Why are you telling me these things?" Regina asked. "No version of Rumpelstiltskin would ever help me of all people. Plus there's always a price with you. How does this help you?" Regina stared at her mentor with eyes of agitation and curiosity.
He was keeping something from them.
"What aren't you telling us?"
An eyebrow raised as Regina eyes locked on to her mentor; cold and curious.
Rumplestiltskin's eyes looked to the floor, "Well, there is a prophecy…"
"What? Well..what's this prophecy?" Regina asked immediately as her eyes flicked to her mentors widening.
The room filled with silence, save the labored breaths of Regina herself as another wave of nausea hit her. Luckily nothing came up.
"What prophecy!" Regina yelled, fire coating her words. Her voice grew loud as she swung her legs off the bed and charged straight at the imp. Fortunately, Robin was able to grab her at her upper arms before she even got a foot away from the thousand upon thousand year-old sorcerer.
Regina froze.
Three deep breaths.
That's what Dr. Hopper - Archie had said just weeks ago during the sessions in which she would confess her sins, and relay her thoughts to the shrink. Ever since the incident with Zelena in New York, Regina couldn't speak to anyone about her feelings about the situation. Until she signed up for weekly appointments with Archie even Robin didn't know about.
Anytime she would feel a hint of dejection Archie informed her that deep breathing would calm her down; and it had worked.
Three deep breaths and she would be okay.
One deep breath in.
Any prophecy had the opportunity to end in immorality and darkness, Regina knew.
One deep breath out.
Rumple looked at Regina, his eyes shining with interest and a sudden sense of sympathy, weirdly enough.
"There was, is a prophecy that states that a female child born from two parents that carry the truest of love, and are soulmates will defeat Hades, Lord of the Underworld."
Regina stopped breathing.
Emma, looking at the panicked look on her friends face, and decided to take over with the questions.
Emma looked to the crocodile-like man before her.
He was exactly how Emma saw him months go when Killian and her had fallen through Zelena's time portal.
"And how does this concern you? What do you get out of it?"
"As I am now in my comatose state back in Storybrooke, my Dark One being was brought here to be a guide into the dark for you. But you don't have to worry Miss Swan, I am not here to harm anyone, just here to warn and aid."
"So you are only here to... help us?" Emma asked, confusion taking over her features.
"Precisely. And that may seem a bit out of character for me, but the only person that can wake me is you Miss Swan, and I would, very much, like to be conscious."
"But that doesn't give us our answer," Regina's hoarse voice could be heard from behind Robin, as she had sat down at the side of the bed, legs thrown over the mattress.
She looked up at her mentor with empty eyes, "What do you get out of my daughter's suffering?"
"Dearie, there is no suffering involved in the fact that your daughter was chosen to defeat the Lord of The Underworld-"
"Facing any villain is suffering enough! Trust me, I would know!" Regina yelled, interrupting him, her voice cracking at the edges as her mind brought her back to the idea of her abusive mother.
Regina breathed in and out slowly - as Archie taught her - attempting to gain back her composure.
She put a gentle hand to her abdomen. She would not turn into her mother.
"I get nothing from this but the fact that you now know who exactly is after your child."
Regina's eyes widened in panic as a guttural growl gathered in her throat.
"Hades."
Zelena stood outside Regina's bedchambers more than six feet away from the wooden door, as she was hidden behind one of the walls of the castle's dark corridors.
She heard all about the large incident of Regina's sickness that morning from the talkative servants that had spread the information of the incident around the castle.
Supposedly Regina had collapsed in the washroom just below the dining hall, and Robin had carried her to her bedchamber.
Panic had arisen just afterwards.
What had happened to the Savior? really the only question plaguing the minds of the citizens of Camelot.
No one knew anything of what had happened save the servants around the kitchens, and obviously the dreadful heroes.
Zelena rolled her eyes in annoyance.
Her thoughts were interrupted then as Zelena heard the small voice of Robin's son, along with the old woman who owned the diner, Zelena knew - Granny; they had just exited the room.
"Granny, what's wrong with 'Gina?" she heard the little boy ask, his mop of brown hair moving as he inclined his head upwards to look up at the old woman before him.
"I'm not sure Roland. Only time will tell," the old woman replied, a wariness coating her words.
As soon as Granny and the boy had left the vicinity, walking away with both of their backs facing the witch, Zelena took it as her chance to eavesdrop.
Whatever these bloody heroes were conversing about, it must've been good if the boy couldn't have stayed to hear it.
She came from the shadows, the sunlight shining on her hair turning it to a fire red, her eyes shining as the sunlight hit them to depict the image of crystals.
Looking around, making sure no one had the ability to see her, the mute handmaiden that was Zelena crept closer to the room, setting her ear close to the wood of the door.
Although she couldn't speak, she had the ability to hear everything those bloody heroes were saying. The redhead picked up little pieces of speech from inside the room Regina; she's…pregnant
The sound of a guttural cry and wood splintering met Zelena's ears a few minutes later.
Zelena looked through one of the uncovered spots in the wooden doors cracks.
Zelena's blood turned to led then. Again Regina had something she wanted.
Love.
She could see it in the way Robin threw himself into the chair beside the vanity. In the way his eyes dropped to the ground in a mix of shock and anger at himself. In the way his eyes filled with love for Regina.
Zelena wanted someone to feel like that with her. She wanted someone to actually care about her.
Zelena thought of the man that made her doubt that. She thought of the days in Oz when they had teamed together to go back in time, which had eventually produced a love she'd never thought possible.
She thought of Hades.
After New York, Zelena had thought she'd won. That she'd had one of the large people her sister had cared about.
Her sister's true love.
She thought she could crush her sister's hope as Robin spewed the words of the redhead's pregnancy, of which he didn't know was a lie. There was no baby. No pregnancy. Just a reason for Robin to stay with her. She didn't know what she was going to do when they learned the truth.
Zelena remembered feeling happiness fill her entire being as her eyes locked onto Regina's face, and the stray tear that had made its way down her sister's cheek that night.
Zelena smiled as a devilish idea made its way into her mind.
And idea that would surely crush Regina. Zelena smiled devilishly at the prospect.
The words from The Savior came to the witch's mind once more:
Regina; she's… pregnant.
A diabolical smile appeared on the witch's face as her own words from months ago materialized within her mind.
I will have everything you ever had.
A glance at the torches lining the walls, and Zelena was reminded of Hades, and the words he last spoke to her the last time they were together.
You will regret this, Zelena.
Zelena knew exactly what she was going to do, and she wasn't going to let anyone stop her. This was going to be a surprise. A surprise that would make Regina suffer.
All she needed was Hades's help to do it.
Zelena smiled at the prospect of her sister's pain as she turned swiftly to walk down the stone corridor careful to not let anyone spot her, letting herself be concealed by the shadows.
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