So I wrote an entire chapter, and then thought of this idea. Lol. So I scrapped the other chapter and wrote this one instead! This is set while Regina is pregnant with Lola.
Regina considered herself a strong woman. She had been betrayed, heartbroken, and called evil by her own son. But pregnancy? It might be the death of her.
Not in the physical sense. No, in the physical department she felt great. Pregnancy was going smoothly so far, and she was actually enjoying it. Her problem was the thoughts running through her head.
At her last doctor's appointment, Regina and Emma found out that they were having a little girl. Emma and Henry were beyond excited, but the news had scared Regina to death. Naturally, Emma noticed.
"You okay?" Emma asked, sitting next to Regina on the couch.
Regina sighed and rubbed her swollen abdomen. She was excited for their daughter's arrival, she really was. But at the same time, she was terrified.
"Regina?" Emma asked, squeezing her hand. "What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?"
Regina chuckled. "Just doing some thinking," she said.
"That's never good," Emma teased. Regina just smiled. "Uh oh. You usually make some kind of remark back at me for that one. What's wrong?"
Regina bit her lip. "I don't want to end up like her," she whispered.
"Like who?" Emma asked, confused.
"My mother," Regina said. "I really don't want to end up like her."
"You won't," Emma said confidently. "You've already been a mother once, and he turned out just fine."
"That's just it," Regina argued. "Henry was a boy. There was no risk that I would ever turn into my mother with a son. A daughter is different."
Emma shook her head. "I've seen the scars that you have," she said. Regina winced. "Would you ever do that?"
"Of course not!" Regina exclaimed. Her eyes widened as Emma smiled.
"See?" Emma said. "You actually sounded offended that I even suggested that idea. You are nothing like your mother, and you never will be."
"But-" Regina started, but was cut off as Emma kissed her.
"No buts," she said. "Besides, I'll be with you. If you start going psycho, I'll hide the children." Regina couldn't help it; she started laughing.
"You are a dork," she laughed.
Emma smiled. "But I'm your dork." Regina couldn't argue with that.
This one was really short, but sweet. Hope you all liked it! Spread the word about the story if you think that someone would like reading it! I also am still open to guest writers if anyone is interested.