A/N Fluffy warning

He pulled back the fabric that covered the entrance of the tent to check on her in the morning, breakfast in hand, and like any other day, she was awake. However, something seemed different about the way she acted this morning. She sat up a little straighter. Her one hand curved around her stomach and the other on top. Her eyes looked empty as she stared off into the distance, at nothing in particular. She looked normal, but something was not quite right.

"Regina?"

Her eye widened as she snapped out of her thought. "Sorry." Little John reached forward and pushed the bowl into her hand. "Thank you." She took it from him and began to eat. She had been getting used to the unpleasing taste, it no longer bothered her, but she still didn't like it. Little John got up to leave, but something told her to stop him. "Wait!" He turned around. "Could you stay here, just for a few minute?"

"I am surprised. You used to hustle me out and now your asking me to stay?"

"I am just nervous."

"About what?" He said sitting down on the floor next to her. "You don't have much to worry about compared to me and my men. We have to worry about the king catching us. We are still wanted criminals thanks to you."

"The king is the least of my concerns. It is about the baby." She put the bowl down. "I don't know anything about being a mom. I was not lucky enough have a proper one, so how will I know what to do for them?"

"How would I know. I am a man, I have no kids."

She frowned. "You must have had a mother. You exist, so you must have had a mother at one point in your life!"

"Yes, of course I did."

"Well what do you remember about your mom when you were little."

He sat down. "My mother, once my sister was old enough to take care of myself and my brother, she went to work in the field."

"Before that. Was there anything you enjoyed about your childhood?"

"She used to sing to me." He said with a smile. "Her voice was beautiful. Even when she was in the fields, she would sing folk songs with me and my brother as we helped."

She delicately place her hand on her stomach again. "Sing. I think I can do that."

The high pitched cries of her child filled the room as a wave of relief ran through her body. She breathed out heavily and her fists released the blanket she had held onto. She smiled lightly. Her mother's voice filled her mind bringing back a memory of her childhood.

"Regina what are you doing?"

The little girl turned around dropping the square of white silk onto the floor. "I am pretending to be a bride." She spun around in her white dress and walked forward carefully in the heals she was wearing. "I wanted to practice, so when I get married, I will be very good at it."

"This child play is not anything close to your wedding." Cora walked in a picked up the silk square off the floor. "The ceremony is but a minor detail of your wedding day." She folded it up and slid it into a pocket in her dress. "I don't want you to participate in such childish games."

"But I don't understand."

"One day after your wedding your husband will bed you and then you will have a child. And when you have this child, you must teach it everything I have taught you."

"But Mother, what if I don't want to have a baby?"

"It is your job to give your husband a child."

"You told me that proper woman do not need to do jobs."

"That is not a job. Darling, that is your duty as a woman."

Regina shock her head. "But Mommy, I don't want told me that it would hurt to have a baby!"

Cora laughed. "Your fears are childish."

Regina burst into tears. "That isn't fair! I don't wanna have a baby!"

Cora turned around. "It isn't your choice dear. One day, you will be a mother and take care of your child. You will do a fine job."

"How do you know?" She pouted.

"I don't. That is all up to you." Cora said coldly leaving her on the floor of her room.

"It's a boy!"

Regina reached out her arms and took the child from the midwife in her arms. "Bennett Henry Mills." She stated looking into his dark brown eyes. "That is your name." Bennett squirmed in her arms whimpering. Regina wrapped the blanket over more of his little face.

She lifted him up to her face and kissed him on the forehead. His whimpering subsided and his miniature hands reached out to her face. "You are such a sweet child. I love you Bennett. I want you to always know that. Never do I want you to wonder if I am telling you the truth when I say I love you like I did with my mother." Bennett began to whimper again and she lowered him to her chest where she feed him.

Once he finished, she looked over his tiny features. He was the spitting image of herself. Big brown eye, dark hair, he was smaller. He had his father's facial structure, though as she noticed his longer forehead , chin, and nose. She tapped it with her pointer finger and she though she almost saw him smile. "Your father would love you too, if he were here. One day, we will find him. I don't know when that will be, but I want you to meet your father. And you would like that right."

Bennett's eye lids shut and she felt his breathing steady in her arms. "Sweet dreams my son. I love you so."

Bennett was very fussy. He would fall asleep every few minutes and then wake up with ear piercing cries. She wished that she could have calmed him, but every time she calmed him down enough for him to fall asleep, he would wake up crying less then an hour later.

Now in the middle of the night, Bennett woke screaming. It woke her from a sound sleep and she got up from her sleeping area. "Bennett. Shhhhhhh." She picked him up carefully and held him close to her chest.

Little John pushed his way into the tent. "Is there any way to make him stop crying? The men need sleep. It has been a long day."

She cradled him in her arms and rocked him slowly, and soon his cries subsided. She lowered him down into the large basket the men had helped her transform into a baby bed. He mewed up at her flexing his little finger toward her. "It is time to sleep now. Please."

"Amen to that."

Bennett whined again. "Quiet down! Please. I don't want him to start crying again."

Little John spoke quieter this time. "Can you make him go back to sleep then."

Regina nodded and looked down onto the basket where her son sat. John left the tent and and she cleared her throat. She took a deep breath and began to sing.

"Once day long ago I met a Robin,

And he was a sweet as can be.

He mended what was broken, fixed it well,

Changed my heart, as you could see.

We loved each other, him and I,

But we could not be.

One day, he left without a word,

No sign to tell me where.

But gift he left to me,

son, my dear,

A dove beyond compare."

She looked down to see her son's eye lids had shut and she brushed her fingers through his soft hair. "I love you, little dove."

"You told him I was a bird?" Robin said with a smile. "That is so adorable."

"Thank you. I call him my little dove from time to time." She said with a smile.

"I can't wait to meet him."

Regina got up from the bed. "Do you want to go now?"

"No finish your story first."

A/N It was so fun writing that song :) Hope you enjoyed Mommy Regina. Suggestion? Comments? Please feel free to tell me!