"Why do we have to move?" Henry groaned as Regina dumped an armful of boxes on his bed.
"Because, your mom wants to sell this house, and technically it hers, she inherited from her grandfather before we were married." Regina repeated for what felt like the hundredth time that day. Her sons had all reacted to the split differently.
Damon had been outraged and still hasn't spoken a word to Emma. He couldn't believe she'd just throw his mother away like that and had been lying to them all for a year.
Henry was just unhappy to be moving. He didn't really seem to mind the imminent divorce, he was mostly rejoicing at the idea of having two houses and two of everything, even though he hated moving.
Daniel was very upset, he couldn't comprehend that his mommies didn't love each other anymore and didn't understand why Emma wasn't moving to the same house with them.
Despite her protests, Regina had denied Emma's plea to keep the kids, she was moving them with her until the divorce proceedings began and custody was sorted.
Custody was already a bit complicated in their house as it was. Unfortunately due to an exceptionally hateful law, a rapist may have access to his child. So ever since he got out of prison when Damon was 4, his father has demanded to visit with him. He visits once a month and does nothing but show off his rich life and brag about the girls he bangs. He calls Regina and Emma dykes and does nothing but provide them with grief and displeasure.
Damon loathed him but technically had to see him until he turns 21 and can refuse. Regina does all she can to get him out of it, pretending he's sick or has a class trip whenever she can. Having to see the man who raped her was a horrific affair but she'd grown accustomed to the pain.
Emma's one night stand, Neal Cassidy, was a much nicer male specimen. He was a lovely guy, who wasn't ready to raise a kid and had no feelings for Emma besides attraction. He had respected their wishes to raise him but had been grateful Emma had told him of his son's existence before he was born. He was positive part of Henrys life. He sent birthday and Christmas cards and gifts and came to visit him half a dozen times a year. He was sort of like a god parent in Henrys life and it had always worked. Neal had no desire to have custody but still cherished the boy and maintained that being in his life was a priority.
Luckily they had no idea who Daniels dad was, the anonymous donor not a part of their lives in anyway. Thank god, because it was already complicated enough, and with the divorce proceedings due to get underway next month, they were about to get a lot harder.
"Right, get a move on, the van is going to be here any minute." Regina ordered as she grabbed a stack of packed boxes and hauled them downstairs.
"Where the fuck are my crystal glasses?" Emma demanded, appearing in Regina's view, her hair scraped back, make up free and looking frazzled.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Regina snapped as she added the boxes to the pile in the hall.
"My crystal glasses, the ones we use at Christmas." Emma specified, planting her hands on her hips.
Regina snorted incredulously. "You mean the crystal glasses my father gave us at our engagement party? They're packed, they're mine."
Emma opened her mouth to argue, but was interrupted by the doorbell and the phone ringing simultaneously.
Regina lunged for the phone seconds before Emma did, grabbing it and clutching it to her chest before Emma could grab it. "Get the door." She hissed a she put the phone to her ear.
"Fine." Emma started for the door. "But those glasses are mine!"
"Hello, Mills residence, with whom am I speaking?" Regina uttered, her voice the epitome of polite as she flipped the bird at her wife's back.
"Hello Regina?" An unfamiliar voice crackled on the line. "Yes this is she." Regina confirmed as she glared ferociously at the woman entering her house. It was Belle. The home wrecker. Her replacement. In her house.
"Regina? Regina are you still there?" The voice asked with concern over the line.
Snapping back to attention Regina turned her back on Belle and Emma and focused properly on the phone conversation she was having. "Sorry, yes, how can I help?"
"Hi, glad I've got your attention, its Fiona calling from the Francis Jacobs Sperm Donor Centre of Augusta, do you have a minute?"
Regina's skipped a beat. Why would they be calling her? This was the place they'd used to conceive Daniel, and the unborn child currently residing in her belly.
"Yes, yes I have minute." She was apprehensive and found herself automatically sitting down on a stack of boxes as she clutched the phone.
"Well, this isn't exactly orthodox, but as you know, all of our donors are kept anonymous to clients and vice versa. However we do record exactly whose donations go where, as is protocol, and, well, the thing is, one of our donors recently reached out to us and asked for his donations to be destroyed as he'd had a change of moral ground and didn't want them used. However it turns out two of his donations have been used, and ugh, were both used successfully with you." Fiona sounded mortified as she stumbled through this plethora of information.
Regina felt a little bit sick as she numbly asked Fiona to go on.
"Well, anyway, the donor in question, well he has requested to meet you and Emma. Well he doesn't know who you are, just asked to meet the couple who used his donations. So I'm calling to ask if you would consider us releasing your details to him."
Regina twirled the phone cord, yes they still hadn't gone cordless in the house, her foot tapping nervously as she digested this information. Should she ask Emma? What if this guy was a weirdo? Yes he had no legal rights to Daniel, she was certain of that, but what if this would be damaging to her son? Did she want this guy contacting her? How would she feel if she was in his shoes?
"Okay, you can release our details to him."
Regina hung up on the relieved Fiona and stood up, feeling slightly dazed. She didn't really know what the implications of this choice were, she just didn't want to withhold a child from someone who cared. God, what a week.
Had she known just how much this decision would change her life, she probably would have looked a lot happier as she entered the dining room to give Emma and Belle a piece of her mind.