I have so many ideas for new fanfics, but I can't do them, because I have to finish my WIPs first:(. Pretty please send feedback, stay safe, and I hope you enjoy. Love you all! I'm planning on finishing this story very soon, so some events might happen quicker than expected.

——————Regina——————

One hour ago

Emma dug out a grilled cheese out of a paper bag from Granny's. She bit into it when she twisted and reached into the bag for something else. She pulled out a caesar salad, packed into a black container with a clear lid.

"I know you don't like grilled cheese, so I got you a salad instead," Emma said. I raised my eyebrows and grabbed the container, lifting the lid and wrinkling my nose.

"Oh come on, I've seen you eat that salad all the time at the diner," Emma said, exasperated. I rolled my eyes and looked in the paper bag for a fork. I spread the salad dressing from a plastic container onto the salad and ate. It didn't taste as bad as I thought it would, I just thought it would taste bad since it was sitting for so long in Emma's car.

"What are we doing anyway?" I asked. Emma turned to me with a mouthful of sandwich and smirked. She finished chewing and answered.

"We're on a stakeout."

"Can't we just hide in my office and wait for them there?"

"It'll be too obvious, they could see us."

"And sitting in your car is better?"

"If it makes you feel better, I'll let you put some spell on the car and turn it invisible." I scoffed, but stayed in the car. Emma muttered something unintelligible into her sandwich. I rolled my eyes and looked out the windows at the town hall, my apple tree, and the window of my office.

The streets were quiet, aside from a few stray passing cards and a gentle breeze stirring. I buzzed my lips and laid my head back.

"Bored already?" Emma asked smugly. I chuckled darkly.

"Understatement," I suggested under my breath. Emmie chuckled airily. "What do you even do during these things?" I asked.

"We eat, maybe play a round of cards, talk, but mostly just watch," Emma informed. I nodded and sat back, doing exactly that; watching. Once the silence got too much to handle, I asked Emma what her life was like in New York.

"It was perfect. Henry and I had a routine every morning, he had friends from school that visited often, and we loved the city. I had a great job, and it was just Henry and me."

"Do you miss it?"

"All the time."

"Are you going back after the curse breaks?" Emma didn't answer and looked down at her lap. I turned to face Emma fully. "Are you going back after the curse breaks?"

"I don't know right now. I need to figure out what's best for Henry."

"What's best for Henry is having two moms instead of one."

"We can visit, Regina, it's no big deal."

"Yes it is. I'm here for Henry, and Snow and David are here for you. Your family is here and you just want to leave it? Have you forgotten that I am Henry's legal guardian?"

"I am his mother. At the moment, Henry's my only family. My mother divorced my father to be with you and nothing feels right."

"Is this why you're moving? Because of Snow and I?"

"No, it's not. You're happy together, I can see it. I knew Mary Margaret wasn't happy, not really. She is now, so I should thank you, but we have a life waiting for us in New York. A life we left behind and one I miss." I sighed. I couldn't convince her otherwise, it seemed.

"Don't leave. Please."

"I'll think about it." Emma sighed and turned back to the building. I turned back as well.

It was hard to see in the dark, but a nearby lamppost slightly illuminated a movement at the door of the town hall.

"There," Emma pointed out, grabbing her pair of binoculars. She looked through them for a moment, before putting them down.

"What was it," I demanded. She shushed me and kept watching where we saw the movement. I heard her counting under her breath to ten, then she jumped out of the car.

"They should be up the stairs by now," Emma said, shutting her car door quietly. I followed behind her and went up the sidewalk to the side door of the hall. I already had my key in the palm of my hand and unlocked the door nimbly. Emma sprinted up the stairs, clearly foregoing being quiet. I sprinted to catch up to her. Emma was already in my office and tackling the stranger to the ground. Emma wrestled with them and straddled them on the ground, on top of their back. Emma pulled back the hood and revealed a head of long, curly red hair. The woman rolled over, toppling Emma over, and came face to face with me.

"Zelena."

"Hello, sis," she greeted in a chipper voice. She grinned at me like a psycho and disappeared before I could get a chance to tackle her myself.

"Sis?"

——————Snow——————

The next day

Despite hiring Zelena to watch Henry, I spent a bit of time with Henry when Regina, David, Emma, and I weren't in the library or doing something to figure out who cast the curse. I think Henry likes me, but when I'm not his fairytale-Grandmother, it doesn't seem like he finds Regina or me very fun. Instead, he seems to enjoy Robin and Zelena. Spending time with Henry while he doesn't remember me makes me want another child, just a little bit.

It's not that I'm ungrateful for Emma, she's the best thing that's happened to me. I just want to experience being a parent from the very beginning, and care for my child.

I used Regina's laptop to look up some adoption agencies in Boston. The website never mentioned anything about a required marriage to adopt a child, so I took Regina's laptop from her office into her bedroom to fill out the online paperwork. It was simple, asking for my name, address, occupation, date of birth, but when I saw the notice at the bottom, saying that a birth certificate and form of I.D. were required, I stopped and panicked.

In the curse, we never received birth certificates. We were just placed in the middle of Maine, meaning that birth certificates of each resident didn't exist.

I worried my bottom lip between my teeth and forcefully shut the laptop. I would have to ask Regina if she kept a record of birth certificates at Town Hall. For now, I groaned and flopped back on the bed, rolling over onto my face.

Suddenly, the bed dipped down under the weight of another person. I turned back over rapidly to be met with Regina, smiling down at me, without her smile reaching her eyes.

"Hi," she greeted, pecking me on the cheek.

"What's wrong?" I asked her.

"Emma and I found out who cast the curse."

"Okay. Who is it?"

"It was Zelena. She claimed to be my sister."

"Zelena? Henry's sitter?"

"Yes."

"You can't possibly believe Zelena's your sister," I said.

"I needed to make sure, so Emma and I pulled a few strings and opened a portal to contact my mother—" I visibly flinched. "—Don't worry, she didn't get out. She's right. Zelena's my half-sister. I don't know how, but she is." I sat up straight and furrowed my brows confusedly.

"Do you know what she wants?"

"No." I nodded and patted the space beside me on the bed.

"Hi," I whispered, smiling softly. I cupped her cheek and leans forward, lightly brushing my lips against hers. Regina kissed me more firmly and brushed her tongue against my lip. I opened my mouth to her and allowed her tongue entrance. Regina climbed on top of me, straddling my hips and moving her lips down to my neck.

"Do you have my birth certificate somewhere? At Town Hall maybe?"

"Yes, why are you asking?"

"No reason," I said, in a voice higher than normal. Regina immediately leaned back and wrapped her hands around my neck.

"Why do you need to know, Snow?"

"I want to adopt a child," I said. I cringed and buried my face in Regina's neck, tense and nervous for Regina's reaction. Instead of pushing me away like I thought she would, Regina wrapped her arms around me.

"That's amazing!" I laughed into Regina's shoulder, relieved she wasn't mad.

"I didn't mean with you, if you don't want to, but if you do, I would be okay—"

"—Snow, I would like to adopt a child with you, if you'll let me."

"Yes. You can adopt a child with me," I said happily. Regina pulled away from me and cupped my cheek, grinning from ear to ear and tears filling her eyes.

"I love you," she whispered.

"If only I could remember the past year," I said reminiscently. "I would love to remember how our relationship went."

"Surely not as fast as it's going now," Regina remarked cheekily. I giggled and kissed her, resting my hands on her waist and feeling a blissful sense of floating.

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