A/N: Well, the Swan family finally moves to Storybrooke in this chapter. There's not a lot of Regina PoV, but next chapter there'll be more. I'm building up to the Emma/Regina encounter. I don't know about you guys, but I've moved a lot so I know what the inside of a U-Haul truck looks like. For the sake of imagination, let's pretend that the front of the truck could hold two car seats. lol

A/N: I loved, loved, loved last chapters reviews. QueenApples was especially funny. Made me smile from beginning to end while reading it. For those who guessed Anastasia, you guys were right. -thumbs up- :D

One more thing I thought was important. To be honest, I stopped watching Once after season two I believe. So some things I might get wrong, if I do, I apologize in advance. For instance, what little I know about Regina's personality is from all the Once fanfics I read. So again, I might make her a wee bit nice. I don't think I know how to write her as a Queen Bitch. Sorry people...I'll try my hardest though.

Disclaimer : I do not own OUAT. Oh how I wish I did though.

That being said, please enjoy..

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The next morning…

"Ooph" Groaning, Emma opened her green eyes to see the face of her smiling son laying lengthwise on top of her. Cleaning the sleep out of her eyes, and stretching, she gently tossed Henry off of her and got out of bed. Flinging the covers so they now covered a laughing Henry, Emma smirked.

"Wow, it's morning already. Guess I have to go wake up the kids"

"I right here!"

Gasping, Emma looked around her bedroom. Trying to put as much fear into her voice, Emma whispered,

"Who's there?"

"Henwy, mama! It's me"

"Hm, I don't see anybody"

Tossing the covers off of his face and little chest, Henry jumped up and flung himself into his mothers arms. "See me here!" he yelled into her ear.

"Geesh, Hen. My poor ears"

Henry had the decency to look sheepish. "Sorry, mama" he whispered.

Chuckling, Emma told him it was okay. Putting the boy on the ground, the duo started making their way out of the room, intent on waking up Hannah, when Emma spotted something out of the corner of her eye.

"Henry Oliver Swan...why are my clothes out of their drawers and piled up on the floor?"

Twisting his little hands together, he started rocking back and forth on the heel of his feet.

"I short and I couldn't weach to wake you up" he muttered. Walking to the foot of the bed, Henry started to pick up several article of clothing and 'folding' them, well balling them up in Emmas eyes. Speaking of eyes, the blonde ones softened at what Henry was trying to do.

"Leave it, little man. I'll do it later, okay?" Receiving a nod and a hesitant smile, Emma beckoned him.

"We wake up 'Ana now?"

Emma smiled not for the first time when her son referred to Hannah as 'Ana. Hannah was the first word he said, and at one and a half, he couldn't pronounce her full name so started calling her 'Ana, and ever since then, hasn't stopped.

"Yes ma'am. We can go wake up Hannah Banana now" Emma peeked down at the boy walking next to her, and allowed a smile grace her face when her trick worked. Like any protective mother, Emma hated seeing her kids sad.

Laughing, Henry pushed out his tiny chest "I no ma'am, mama"

Emma played along. "Oh, you aren't?" Henry nodded. "What are you then?"

"man?" Henry stated, but it sounded like a question.

"I dunno, Hen. You don't look like a man to me. A boy, yeah" That made Henry stop walking and stand in front of the bedroom he shared with his sister.

"Why you call me wittle man, then?" He asked innocently.

Well shit, Emma thought fast. "Well see, it's a term of endear...Oh look! Hannies up"

"Ooph" Emma grunted for the second time that morning. At the rate they're going, the older blonde was sure to lose a limb.

"Mummy! Mummy! Mummy!" Hannah said jumping up and down , her blonde hair following her fast movements.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Emma said, also jumping and down.

"We moving!" She screamed at the tops of lungs. Yup, Emma was definitely going to lose something, her hearing.

"Maybe" Emma drawled out. That one word, as expected, ceased all movements.

"Huh?" Henry said.

"We're only moving if you guys go brush your teeth and put on the clothes I'm about to pick out….then I have to drop you guys off at daycare" The last part was trailed off when Emma noticed her children were no longer standing in front of her, but in the bathroom, brushing their teeth.

"Alright then" the older blonde muttered. Walking into her kids bedroom, Emma dug through the boxes of clothes she already packed and chose a pink tank top and blue shorts for Hannah, and a grey and yellow boys tank top for Henry, with swim trunks as bottoms.

"We finish, mummy. What now?" Hannah said.

"You brush your teeth?" both nodded. "Alright, let me see those pearly whites" Emma waited until both toddlers flashed their teeth, then she turned her head and covered her eyes. "AAAH! Too bright"

"Alwight, mama. We close our mouth" Henry said.

Opening her eyes again, Emma picked up the clothing she picked out a few minutes earlier, and started helping the twins dress.

"We move now?" Hannah asked.

"Not yet, baby girl. You guys are to going to play for a few hours and when I come to pick you up, we can move...Alright?" Getting nods, Emma grabbed each other hands and made her way downstairs. Cooking them a quick breakfast, Emma waited until they started eating to go back upstairs and throw on some cut off shorts and tank top. Walking back downstairs, she started gathering her purse, keys, and sunglasses.

Forty-five minutes later, the twins were dropped off at daycare, and Emma was on the phone with the moving company she hired last night. They told her they were already there but nobody was home.

"I'm just around the corner" she said, before hanging up.

Packing up took longer than she thought, it was already 4 in the afternoon, and she dropped the twins off at 8am. Although it took almost 7 hours, the house was finally packed, sans furniture. All she was waiting for now was Molly Maids, and they wouldn't arrive for another hour. Deciding now was a good time to pick up the children, Emma hopped in her white Jeep Wrangler, and headed in the direction of Childrens Cottage. The blonde was happy the cleaning ladies wouldn't arrive until later, she needed to bathe the twins first, feed them, then attach the Wrangler to the back of the U-Haul. Maybe I'll get them some Wendy's while we're on the road.

One the road…

"Pick up, pick up" Emma muttered. The blonde peeked inside the cab of the U-Haul truck to check on the kids, seeing that they were still sleeping, Emma hung up the phone, and dialed again for the second time.

"Taylor-Chastney speaking"

"Why'd you take so long to pick up? I've been ringing you for ages!"

"Sorry Ems" Jessika said. "We were outside, talking to one of our neighbors"

"Well, that just makes it better, I suppose"

"Don't be like that, Ems" the redhead on the other side of the phone said.

"Sorry, love. I'm just cranky. Been driving for hours and the stupid GPS can't even find a town called Storybrooke. It's like the bloody thing doesn't even exist" Fumed the blonde.

"What road are you on?"

Emma told her.

"Alright, you're going to head in that direction for another five or six miles, I believe. Call me when you reach, and I'll give you directions to the house"

"Mkay, I'm hanging up now"

"Love you, sis"

Hearing the dial tone, the blonde made her way back into the driver seat of the moving truck.

"Mu-mummy?"

"Morning, baby girl. You had a nice nap?"

"Mhm"

"Are you hungry?" Emma asked.

"Uh uh"

The blonde laughed at her daughters monosyllabic replies, Hannah was always a little unresponsive when she just woke up. Quite the opposite from her brother. Emma thought.

"Mama, I gots to go pee pee"

Like she said, quite the opposite.

"Alright, Hen. We're almost to our new home and we can stop someplace for you to go"

"We there?!" The now more awake Hannah screamed, while looking around the deserted road. Frowning, she turned to her mother. "No house, mummy. Just twees"

Chuckling, Emma explained that they had a few more minutes until they arrived. Twenty minutes, two 'Are we there yet?', and a 'stop that' later, they arrived.

"Welcome to Storybrooke" Emma muttered after reading the white sign

"I gots to go weal bad, mama" Henry said again. Holding the front of his army green cargo pants, the little blonde started wiggling around in his carseat.

"We're almost there, okay baby?" Looking around, the blonde saw a sign with a red arrow, saying Granny's diner. Pulling in front of the establishment, the blonde was grateful that two of the parking spaces were empty, the U-Haul and her Wrangler wouldn't have fit otherwise.

"Alright, monkeys. Mama's going to come out first, then she'll come around and let you out. Okay?" Getting nods, the blonde did just that. Walking in between the kids, so both held each of Emma's hands, the trio made their way inside only to stop at the threshold. Everybody was staring at them.

"You'd think the lot of you never seen strangers before" Emma muttered under her breath. Obviously not low enough because a lanky brunette made a comment.

"To be honest, hon. We haven't" The brunette with the red dyed streak running through her hair said "I assume you're the infamous Emma, and these are your two adorable kids?"

Jess. Emma thought. "I see my best mate has been talking. Good things I hope?" she asked while smiling.

"All" was the immediate response. "You're really lucky to have friends like that. I met her and her wife the day they came here. I was actually the one who told them about the house that was for sale" Looking down at the little boy jumping up and down, Ruby was about to tell Emma that the child had to use the restroom, but she was interrupted.

"Mamaaaa"

Emma looked down the child crossing and uncrossing his legs.

"Oh, piss. I forgot. Sorry, baby" Looking down at Hannah, Emma bit her lip.

"I can watch her until you take him to the bathroom"

Again, Emma bit her lip. She didn't like to leave her kids with just anybody.

Seeing the hesitation in the green eyes, Ruby tried to reassure her. "Look, she can sit at a table over there, I'll give her a coloring book while I make rounds"

Henry tugged on the bottom of Emma's dress, "Can't hold it anymore! Gots to go baaaad"

"Alright, alright" Scooping him up, Emma made her way into the woman's bathroom, but not before telling Hannah to stay put and behave for the nice lady.

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"What have you got?" Before the sad excuse of a man standing before her had a chance to open his mouth, she held up one manicure hand. "And it had better be worth my time, Sydney" she finished in a growl.

"I-I" Sydney cleared his throat, but not before looking away from the glare the attractive brunette was throwing his way.. "I haven't found anything yet, Madam Mayor" Feeling like he wasn't getting enough oxygen, he loosened his tie from around his neck. "They seem like genuinely good people, th-"

"I can assure you, Mr Glass. There is no such thing as 'good people'" Regina Mills all but spat. Breathing in through her nose a couple of times, she told the man in front of her to continue.

"Jessika Ali Taylor, born March 22nd, 1990 -"

Regina held up a hand again. "I am aware of when she was born, where she grew up, what school she attended, and who she married! I have the file. What you didn't put in that file is why they decided to move to my town!" With each word, the mayor started getting louder and louder, making Sydney flinch and take a step back.

"You served me better in the Enchanted Forest" the brunette muttered. Regina dismissed him by gathering up her purse cell phone. Getting the hint, the flustered man left in a hurry. Want something done, you'll have to do it yourself. Thought Regina, making her way out of the office. Regina was on her way to Granny's dinner when someone bumped into her. She was about to glare at the person who thought so little of their life to risk being on the receiving end of Regina's glare, when a sniffle made her stop.

Looking down, Regina's toffee colored eyes softened. There was a little blonde girl wearing a florwer jumper wiping her eyes. "Are you okay, dear?" The older brunette said, looking down at the little girl who bumped into her thigh. Seeing her emerald eyes fill with tears, the brunette knelt down so she could be eye level with the child. Even kneeling down, she still had to tilt her head down a bit.

"I ca-can't find my mummy"

Regina bit her lip and looked around the street, not seeing any frantic parent looking for their lost child, Regina stood up again and held out her hand, wanting the girl to take it. Said girl only shook her head.

"I want my mummy" she repeated.

"Okay, darling. I'll help you find your mother" The older woman bent her knees and lifted the crying girl in her arms. Regina was surprised at how light she was.

"What's your mommy's name, dear?"

The blonde girl just furrowed her eyebrows, and adopted a thinking expression. Seconds passed and the child still didn't say anything.

"Alright, how about you tell me how old you are then, hm?"

Again the the child furrowed her eyebrows, then her eyes lit up, the occasional tear still leaking out of her eyes. Holding up three tiny fingers, she said "I'm diph many"

Laughing at the toddlers cuteness, Regina didn't even realized she started walking in the direction of the Sheriff's station.

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A/N: Really bad thing Hannah did, walking off by herself. Tsk, tsk, tsk. lolz So, next chapter our girls meet.

*Okay, so I have a question*

Do you guys want Regina to be rude to Emma in the beginning, say like one or two chapters, and then their relationship take the romantic route? Or a slowburn SQ fanfic, where Regina and Emma are enemies. I really want our ladies to get together and for the twins to start calling Regina their second mom. I did warn you guys, I'm very impatient.

Last chapters 'Next time on From Britain With Love' is the same :

"I Henwy, what your name?"

"What is your name, dear" Regina corrected him gently.

"Dat what I say" Even though the child didn't say duh it was there.

"Are you asking what my name is?" The boy nodded. "Well, my name is Regina, but you can call me Miss Mills"

After several failed attempts at trying to pronounce the name he was just giving, Henry pouted.

They were interrupted by the ringing of a cell phone.

You know the drill..

Until next time,

~ S