A/N: For those of you who has been with this story from the very messy beginning, this is for you. If you are just now finding this Fic, please skip down to the line break of this note.

I know I made an update just to tell you all, but I'm just going to do it again just in case some people didn't read it.

I decided to revise the entire fic (all of what I have so far) because of the grammar errors and because of the fact that it wasn't going in the direction I wanted it to. Not too much as change (almost nothing at all really), but if you still have questions about it, please just PM me and I'll be happy to answer your questions.

Hopefully from here on out things will get better. And thank you all again for sticking with this and giving me reviews.

A/N (pt 2): This IS a Swan Queen fic, but it's mainly angst. This is the Swan-Mill's house hold going through typical (serious) family drama all told in Henry's perspective (and his only). I hope you all like it!

#KWH

"Regina, come on, we're going to be late."

"I'm coming…. It took me a while to find my shoes, you left them under the bed again, and I asked you to place them on the shoe tree. You always do this."

"Ok. Ok. Just hurry, we're already 10 minutes late."

The door slams behind them. Henry wasn't paying much attention as he was on the floor in the living room watching his favorite superhero, Spiderman, but two seconds later the door opens back up again with Emma rushing towards the living room.

"DAMMIT! Sorry, Kid, we almost forgot about you, come on, Henry."

Henry tosses and turns in his race car bed, tears run down his face in small streams. He jerks awake, screaming for his Mommy. Even through his and his parents' closed doors and his soft sobs, Henry could still faintly hear his parents yelling at one another.

"I told you to keep your voice down, Emma. I'm coming, Honey!"

Regina walks into Henry's room in her house robe, she sits down on the edge of his bed, Henry can see how tired his mother is and wonders who really needs to be comfort. Regina sits on the edge of his bed and starts smoothing out the wild strands of his hair. Regina tries to sooth Henry with a smile, but even in the dark, Henry can see how her eyes didn't have the same soothing tone. "Did you have another bad dream, Dear?" Henry's lip trembles as he nods his head. "Was it the same dream?" Henry nods again before Regina opens her arms up to Henry for him to come and sit in her lap. Henry crawls his way out from under the covers and curls up against his mother. Regina starts to rock him back and forth as she sings to him his favorite song to try and drift him back to sleep. "Go to sleep my baby close your pretty eyes angels up above you look down on you from the sky.…"

"Henry, you have to go to bed, dear."

"NOOOO, not tired yet."

"There's a yawn that's telling me otherwise."

"Ok, what if Mommy sings you a song, will you promise to go to bed?"

* Go to sleep my baby close your pretty eyes angels up above you look down on you from the sky. The great big moon is shining stars begin to glow it's time for all the picaninis to go to sleep. Go to sleep, my little baby it is way past your bedtime I know your tired please don't fight it go to sleep, my baby Henry. Go to sleep, my beautiful one for tomorrow is another day when you can smile when you can play so sleep peacefully tonight.*

"Henry, come down before you're late to school."

Regina finishes packing both Henry's and Emma's lunch. Once again, because someone thought it would be a good idea to hide this morning, they're 5 minutes late. Regina wipes her hands on the dish towel in front of her as she makes her way to the living room where Henry was watching television. She didn't go too far, as Henry was already making his way towards the kitchen, still in his pajamas and Spiderman slippers.

"Henry, why aren't your school clothes on, you're going to be late."

"But I don't want to go, Mommy."

"Why don't you want to go to school? Honey, you have to."

"Nuh uhh, Mama said I didn't have to anymore. I don't like school."

"What do you mean, why don't you like school anymore?"

Henry lowers his head as he plays with the seam of his shirt. Regina kneels down to his level and places her index finger under his chin, lifting his head.

"Henry, what it is? You can tell me." Henry tries to look everywhere but at his Mom. "Is it the kids at school?"

Henry nods his head before he turns back toward his Mom, eyes glossed over.

"Yeah, they make fun of me because…"

Regina patiently waits for him to catch his breath.

"…because of you and Mama. They say I shouldn't have two moms that it's bad…but I told them that it wasn't but they won't believe me."

Regina looks at Henry with conflicting eyes as she tries to think of a way to explain things to Henry in a way he'll understand.

"Oh, Henry. Many people are going to say many mean things to you, we can't always believe what they say about us, and we can't always get them to believe what we say. Just as long as you know what is and isn't true, Ok? Emma and I love you very much, that's all you need to think about, you understand?"

Regina brings Henry into a hug, they embrace each other her a few moments before she lifts him up and takes him to his room to get ready for preschool.

"Now as far as your Mama, I'm going to have a little talk with her today."

"Is Mama in trouble?"

"Oh no, Honey, not really…You ready for school now?"

She asks Henry with an encouraging smile on her face hoping that their talk helped. Henry thinks about all his Mother had said and decides he's ready for school.

*9 years later*

"Henry! Come on, we're going to miss it."

"Hold up, I have to tell my Moms I'm leaving." Right before he closes his window he hears his friends whisper something to each other right before Peter laughs. It isn't much of a guess to know what he's laughing about, but Henry ignores for the time being as he runs downstairs to the living room where he knew he would find his parents.

"…Emma, you can't just run away from your problems! They don't just go away because you turn your back on it, by you doing that, you're turning your back on your family. What kind of message will that send to Henry?" Henry enters the room, silencing both women as they turn in his direction. His Mom showing a vague hint of something between shock and fear before she restrict her expression to displace only a neutral stare.

"Oh, Henry, I didn't see you."

Emma also tries to seem calm collected about what just happened, but Henry already heard enough to know there's a problem, not to mention Emma was always a bad liar.

"Hey, Kid. Finally decided to come out your room, huh?" Emma tries to laugh to distract everyone from the obvious forced displaces of ignorance, but it just comes off as a sigh of defeat. Henry slowly walks towards his parents as though any sudden moments will set them off.

"Uhh, yeah. I was wondering if I could go to the game with Grace and Peter."

"I think I'll leave that decision for your Mom."

Regina looks at Emma with an all too knowing scold on her face before she address their son, "Henry, I don't like you spending all this time with Peter, didn't he get into a fight just last week, he isn't much of the responsible one."

"Yeah, the Principal called the station for me to pick him up since his foster parents never answered their calls."

"But Mom, it wasn't his fault this time."

"That might be, but I still don't like it… But ok, have fun at the game." Henry doesn't say another word he was just happy to get out of the house, going anywhere would be a relief.

"Tell Grace and Peter I said, 'Hello', will you, Henry?"

"Yeah, me too, Kid." Regina and Emma barely got a word out before Henry was practically running out the front door.

"Ok. Bye!" Henry meets Grace and Jack who were waiting by the front gate.

"Hey man, I'm surprised your parents even let you out the house." Peter is the only one to really laugh at his joke, Henry just huffs out a couple puffs of air with a scant smile on his face while Grace looks at Henry with a mixture of sympathy and pity.

"Yeah, I'm just happy they did, I really needed to get out the house."

The trio just barely make it to the game, they would have made it earlier if it wasn't for Peter's so called, 'shortcut.' Both Henry and Grace tried to tell him about a faster way, many times actually, but with Jack being Jack, he always got his way. And if you add the time they wasted arguing, they weren't even able find any seats, let alone any good ones.

As soon as they get to the bleachers Peter starts searching the crowd. After about twenty seconds, Peter apparently finds what he's been looking for as he rudely moves his way through the crowd. Neither Grace nor Henry knows what he's planning, but after a while of being Peter's friend, they learned to just go with it and ask questions later.

A lot of people would wonder how Peter and Henry ever became friends. Everyone would agree that they are nothing alike; total opposites even, but since the fourth grade he and Peter have always been together. It wasn't until the beginning of their seventh grade year, only a few months ago, when Grace entered their circle, and it's the same question about her, but with Peter always around, no one dared to ask. Pretty much all the younger kids, and even a few of the older ones are afraid of Peter. No one really knows why everyone is so afraid of Peter, but all they know is that no one wanted to go near him to find out. So before Henry no one ever hung out with Peter, it wasn't until Peter approached Henry at lunch one day. Henry was sitting by himself, eating the lunch his Mom made him like he always does, surprisingly, when Peter approached him Peter was a little nicer than he expected him to be, but even so, he still had his mean streak showing ever so often. Henry knew that nothing good ever came from being around Peter Panelli, so whatever it was he wanted, he wanted it to be over fast, but before either of them could get one word out, one of their classmates approached the table. It was….no one really knew his real name, but everyone called him Kovu, and like most of the kids at their school, the only thing he had to say was one of the same old joke about his parents. Henry had heard so many of them so many times, but if anyone dared to care, you could see that it still bothered him. Everyone started laughing, that is until Peter stood up, towering over Kovu, at that moment everyone abruptly stopped in fear for their life, but most importantly, Kovu's. He was the last to notice anything, but it was too late, Peter had already cocked his fist back and punched Kovu in the nose, breaking it according to the nurse. When Peter got back from his suspension, the two became inseparable.

Once they finally made it to Peter's apparent designation, Grace and Henry both knew what his plan were, Peter was going to bully his way into getting them good seats. Henry tries to stop him from creating more victims, but Jack had his mind set. With his devilish smile Peter greets the three kids they all know from school.

"Hey, Hansel, Gretel, annnnd…. I can never remember your name. You are?" It was Jack, and everyone knew Jack, no one really knew why, but they who he was.

"Jack." Peter received an evil glare.

"Well I think you all have the wrong seats, these are ours. So I think you should get up and go, or else." Everyone knew that no one stood up to Peter because no one ever won against Peter, it just never happened. The bullied trio looked around and saw nowhere else to sit.

"So where are we supposed to go?" Gretel asks in an almost pleading tone. Peter just gives a smug grin as he pretends to look around with them.

"Uhhh, I don't really know, but it sure isn't here. So get to looking." The three kids hesitantly get up from their seats as if it's causing them pain to just to move, but they know they'll be in real pain if they don't. Peter, Henry, and Grace watch as they get up from their seats and hopelessly search for new ones, but Peter doesn't really care, he just happily sits down and starts to enjoy the game, Grace doesn't say anything, but she doesn't hesitate as she sits next to Peter. Henry on the other hand is still thinking over what just happened when Peter looks up at him.

"Hey, Henry, come on man, sit and enjoy the game." Henry gets jolted out of his thoughts, unexpectedly Peter actually gives him an encouraging smile, or a smile as encouraging as a bully can give. Henry finally sits, feeling a little uneasy as he still watches the other kids find seats in the grass, one of the worst seats to get left with.

"Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday dear, Henry! Happy Birthday to yoooou!"

"Hurry and make a wish, Kid."

"Yaaaaaayyy."

"Who's ready for cake!?"

"OK, everyone outside."

"I know I am. Are you ready for cake, Tiny Prince?"

"YEEAAH!"

"Of course he is, it's his favorite flavor: Vanilla with cheesecake fronting, just like mine."

"Stop it Emma, don't lick the frosting, other people have to eat it too"

"Sorry, I just love your baking… and everything you cook."

"I know."

Henry wakes up to the sound of their dish washer going, he found that weird given how late it was. 3AM. Henry walks to his parents room to figure out who's up, but neither of them were in bed, so he walks down to the kitchen to find out.

"Hey, Mom. Why are you up so late?" Regina must have been in her own thoughts as she didn't hear Henry enter the kitchen; she jumps.

"Oh, Henry, you scared me… I just couldn't sleep, so uhh…" Regina motions towards the dish washer. "…I thought I'd get ahead on the cleaning." Henry could see a little redness in his mother's eyes, but he acts like he doesn't notice.

"Where's Ma?" Regina just looks Henry dead in his eyes as she tries to come up with some lie, but noting, so she just tells him the truth.

"I don't know." Henry just nods his head and goes back to his room. It's Sunday and Henry knows that the weekend is the only time his parents get any time off to spend time together, so he has no idea why his Ma wouldn't be home, but he doesn't think too much of it anymore, he just wants to go back to sleep.

The next morning Henry isn't woken up by his mother's screams, instead it's by the smell of pancakes and….and cinnamon. That gave away to who was cooking.

Emma must have done something, the woman never cooks, given the fact that she can't, the last time she tried she almost caught set the kitchen on fire from boiling eggs, the only time she ever attempts cooking is if she wants to apologize. That's always been her go to method to get Regina to forgive her. Must have been from what she did last night.

Henry rubs his eyes as he drags his feet to the kitchen.

"Morning, Henry" Emma says practically smiling like the sun.

"Morning, Ma. Where's Mom, she's usually up before either of us." It seems as if Henry is always asking about one of his parents, they're never really in the same room anymore.

"Oh, I let her sleep in today; she really didn't get a chance to take a break yesterday, so I gave her the day off from her mundane routine." Emma goes back to flipping pancakes as she sips her morning coffee. A special blend she's been trying lately. "Henry, go get your Mom, breakfast is almost ready."

Henry walks up to his parent's bedroom. He stops at the door ready to knock, but right when he was about to make contact with the door, it opens. Both Regina and Henry startle one another.

"Ohmygod, Henry, good morning. What are you doing out here, you scared me."

"Ma told me to come and get you, breakfast is ready." Regina looks at her son for a moment before her expression changes to something like determination. She just nods and walks downstairs towards the kitchen. The look made Henry feel weird, he couldn't put his finger on it, but he knew it wasn't anything positive.

Breakfast that day was especially quiet. No one looked at one another, no one said anything, they all just ate their breakfast, and sipped their juice or coffee. When everyone was finished they deposited their dishes into the sink. Henry left the kitchen and went back up to his room and closed the door to get ready for school.

"Mommy?"

"Yes, Dear."

"Where's Mama?"

"Mama went to get ice-cream. You're favorite; Strawberry."

"REALLY?!"

"Yes, anything for our prince."

"You almost ready to go, Henry?" Regina looks to Henry's nearly empty bowl of milk that used to have cereal in it, Henry nods. She grabs his bowl and places it in the sink along with her cup.

"Ma isn't taking me today?"

"No, she had to go into work early this morning; there was an emergency at the Library. Apparently some people don't understand the meaning of 'return'. I hope that's fine"

"Oh no, it's cool."