Time Period: A Flashback-Regina's miscarriage with Solomon

Regina's p.o.v

While taking a stroll with Avalon through Storybrooke, I started to experience complications with the pregnancy. I was twenty weeks along. Avalon took me to Rumple's pawn

shop. She hoped he could heal me or simply provide shelter until the storm passed over. I slept on a cot in the backroom while Avalon and Rumple looked for a magical

potion. I heard them having an intense discussion with Belle. Belle's yelling awakened me. This served as my signal to leave the shop. Avalon accompanied me to my office

and then she went off her merry way. Light bleeding and painful cramps prevented me from reading and signing important documents. I didn't know if I was experiencing a

miscarriage or preterm labor. These symptoms were not normal in this stage of twenty weeks. I laid down on a couch hoping these symptoms would pass.

Feeling lightheaded, I contacted 911. Somehow I sent Rumple a help me text too. Adding to my distress, Rumple's mother and her evil minions show up.

Coldhearted, they assaulted me. I felt my soul and unborn son slipping away. Hope, in the form of a prayer and kiss, resurrected me. "Regina" a soothing male

voice whispered. "Rumple?" my spirit responded walking toward the ight. The light revealed a hospital recovery room. Solemn, my family and Doctor Whale

stood around my bed. "You were attacked. You had a miscarriage. Your son, Solomon whom you carried for almost twenty weeks died" Doctor Whale informed

me. Speechless, I was completely numb. An emergency D&C gave Rumple, Avalon, and me an opportunity to bond with Solomon briefly. Upon my request,

Rumple sent Solomon to a new different realm. Little Boy Blue aka our sweet Solomon loved his new home in which was Old McDonald's Farm.


Time Period: The Present Reality

Date: 1-18-2018

Regina's p.o.v

"I can't find a heartbeat for your baby. Your daughter has died" the doctor announces to Belle and Rumple. The twinkle in their eyes that I have grown to love is nothing but a

memory now. They didn't deserve to lose their baby because they would've been good parents. Their heartache brings up memories and flashbacks of my own previous

miscarriage. The spirit of grief and depression weighs so heavy that I desire alone time. I run into Drizella's baby daddy, Toby aka Francis in the hallway. "Drew had a

miscarriage. It was a boy" he shares with me. All this sad news makes me want to go home and hug my children even more tighter.