A/N: So this chapter is a little more dramatic then humorous. Just a fair warning.
TRAPPED
Emma groaned as Regina smiled at her. Of course, of course she had so say something so cliché and embarrassing in front of the Mayor. Why couldn't it have been Ruby? At least Ruby would laugh with her about it. That is, if Ruby would stop staring at Regina's girlfriend long enough to say anything.
Just thinking about Tinkerbell made Emma's blood boil. Was the WHOLE town in love with Tinerkbell? Or was it just the women closest to her, because at this point it wouldn't even surprise her if Mary Margaret suddenly found herself in love with the fairy too.
"How'd we get here?" Emma asked as she leaned towards the door, not much room to take a step forward with the both of them inside.
"You were hiding from your parents." Regina answered as she wrapped her hand around the door knob, twisted and pushed. Regina swallowed thickly as she pushed at the door again, the doorknob still turned.
"Why, what'd they do? And why'd I hide in the closet?" Emma looked down as Regina started to twist and turn the doorknob of the closet with a bit more urgency.
Regina put her left hand against the wood of the door and tried to push it open but it wouldn't budge. Not even a little. Her breathing started to quicken as her heart pounded against her chest frantically. "No…" Regina whispered, her eyes tearing up as she turned the door handle and pushed with all of her strength. "No…nonono."
Emma's eyes widened as she realized what was happening. Regina was falling apart right in front of her. Images of Regina clawing at the rocks that kept them stuck inside a cave flashed through her mind. She shook them away because now wasn't the time to remember those two days. Right now she needed to get Regina out of this closet before she started to hyperventilate.
"It's okay…let me try?" Emma asked as she touched Regina's shoulder, making the woman hop up a bit, thankfully she wasn't standing underneath the shelf or she'd have banged into it rather hard.
Regina's eyes were already glazed with tears, and fear. She stepped as far to the side as she could manage, basically leaning into a pile of containers filled with toys and clothes. Regina didn't even issue a biting comment about Emma thinking her incapable of opening the door. She was too busy focusing on her breathing and the technique Emma had taught her so she didn't pass out; like the last time.
Emma reached a hand out and turned the knob. It wasn't locked, it was still turning all the way. But for whatever reason it wasn't opening. Maybe there was something on the other side keeping the door jammed. Emma put her palm flush against the wood and pushed against it like Regina had. Nothing. It didn't even move a little bit.
Looking at Regina in the corner of her eye, she wasn't doing good already.
Regina was looking at Emma's hands upon the door. Regina turned her head slowly to meet Emma's eyes. Emma watched as Regina swallowed thickly and nodded her head curtly, just once, before her eyes rolled around their surroundings. The brunette's hands started to shake as her chest continued to heave.
"Get me out of here, Ms. Swan." She ordered through gritted teeth, blowing out her breath strongly before breathing in deeply a single tear slipping from her left eye. Emma watched it slide down Regina's cheek and how Regina wiped it away angrily with her index finger.
Regina closed her eyes, to keep the tears from falling and focused on her breathing. She grasped her hands together at her side, squeezing the material of her pants reflexively.
"Right." Emma nodded and turned back to the door. "Yeah, okay. Hang on." Emma leaned back from the door, kept the knob twisted and then threw her shoulder against it.
It didn't budge. But that didn't stop Emma. She leaned back and threw her weight against the door again. And again. And again. Each thud echoed in the closet but did nothing to the door.
Emma's shoulder was going to be bruised, but she'd be damed if she had to watch Regina break down again in fear. When they were in Neverland it had taken everything inside Emma to not bring Cora back from the dead and kill her all over again. When Regina could calm herself down to sleep she had nightmares, and begged her mother to let her out. That she'd be good and do as she was told. The whimpers and pleas were so soft, so childlike it tore at Emma's heart, at her very soul.
Regina cringed, jumping a little, each time Emma's shoulder connected with the door and they were still bathed in only the light of the single bulb above their head. No fresh cool air swarming in thanks to Ms. Swan breaking down the door.
"If you cannot break it down I will blow it up." Regina told Emma. She felt sick to her stomach. She needed air. She needed to be out of this damn closet!
Emma knew then, just how little time she had left. Regina had tried to blow up the rocks around them during the cave in. It had only resulted in Regina being thrown backwards against the cave wall, the rocks imbued with some kind of gem that refracted magic. It was the gems that they found in that cave that helped them defeat the Shadow in the long run.
Regina's magic had been useless, dark magic was practically sucked dry by the gems. But Emma's wasn't. She couldn't use magic against the rocks but it didn't suck out Emma's magic like it had Regina's. She could at least light her hand up like a flash light and keep them from being completely consumed by darkness, both real darkness and imaginary.
"I think I got it." Emma lied as she moved back until she hit the wall of the closet and then rushed the three steps forward, shoulder bent, hand wrapped tightly around her wrist, eyes closed and teeth gritted as she waited for contact.
Regina opened her eyes just in time to see Emma bounce back from the door. Instead of following Emma's progress backwards like she should have her eyes remained on the door, or what was directly in front of the door. A wall. A barrier of some sort. It rippled as it absorbed the hit Emma had delivered to it. The ripples spread and Regina watched with a sinking heart as she realized the barrier now covered the door and the door frame itself.
They were trapped. Inside Henry's closet. This wasn't happening. It wasn't happening.
Regina began to panic. At least the light was still…
"Shit." Emma groaned as she fell into an awkward position against the far wall, her hands reaching out to grab anything to keep from falling. It caused a bit of an avalanche and Henry's hockey stick—which Regina had told her not to buy the boy to begin with—kicked up and slapped against the light bulb, casting them into the dark.
The crack of the bulb and the sudden darkness did is.
Regina climbed over the mess of crap that covered Emma's legs, one leg between the Sherriff's ankles and she banged against the barrier with her fists. She tried to push her hand through the barrier with using magic but the barrier repelled each of her attempts.
"No. No….let me out! Let me out!" Regina threw her arms into the barrier and felt tears falling down her cheeks as she was repelled over and over again. Regina felt faint, she couldn't get in enough air. It was too warm. Too crowded. Too dark. She needed air. She needed light. She needed to get out.
The air in the closet was already warm and stale, a stench sticking to the air thanks to the dirty clothes and socks littering the area.
Behind her Emma was struggling to get up from the floor. She had landed on something very hard that was pressing into her hip and back and the toys on top of her weren't helping her. She couldn't find a good grip on anything to help pull herself up. The sounds of Regina's pleas only egged her on as she tossed the toys off of her and used the wall to pick herself up. Cringing in pain she fumbled in the dark and grabbed a hold of Regina. She touched Regina's shoulder first and let her hand slide down the brunette's arm until she could grab a hold of her hands and pull her back away from the door.
Regina fought against Emma's hold on her, desperate to get out. She couldn't do this again. She couldn't do this again. The last time had almost killed her. She refused to be stuck here. Refused. She tried to will herself out of the room, to transport, but with Emma's arms around her she couldn't go anywhere.
"I hate you…I hate you." Regina whispered, her anger and fear making her thrash all the harder. But Emma wouldn't let go. She was there. Surrounding her with her arms. Pulling her closer so her back was pressed tightly against Emma's front.
Emma wasn't sure who Regina was talking to; the memory of Cora or to Emma herself.
"I've got you. I've got you." Emma promised as she dropped her chin to Regina's shoulder and held onto the thrashing Mayor. "It's just Henry's closet. We're not in a cave. You're not buried under anything. We're in my apartment. We're surrounded by our son's mess." Emma's voice was soft as she spoke, trying to talk Regina down. "We'll get out, just like we did last time."
Regina stopped fighting her.
Emma focused on her hands and making them emit light, just like she'd done when they were in the cave. Her hands rested securely around Regina's stomach, overlapping.
It took a lot of energy and concentration—and her head started to pound like she was about to get a nosebleed—but light started to shine from her hands. The warmth of the emission seeped into Regina's stomach.
Regina's eyes fell to look down at the light suddenly filling the closet. She stared at it, hypnotized.
"Breathe in deeply. Like me…deep breath in….and out…" Emma gave the instructions several times, waiting for Regina to comply and follow her directions. At first the breaths weren't that deep they were still very shallow, but by the fifth time Regina was breathing normally and was able to mimic Emma's breathing. Good, at least now Emma was assured Regina wouldn't faint.
Regina relaxed into Emma's hold, her breathing finally starting to calm down, watching as Emma's hands rose and fell with the movement of her stomach. The light coming from them keeping her calm, focused.
"So, you going to tell me why we're in here?" Emma asked with a grin, even though she felt light headed. Better to stay focused, keep talking, keep them both talking.
Regina laughed humorlessly. "Just as soon…as you can tell me…why you won't let us out." Regina's words weren't as biting as she wanted them to sound, her need to take in several breaths between the comment softening it.
"Me?"
"Yes, your magic." Regina swallowed as she dropped her hands to Emma's wrists.
Emma thought she was going to pull them off of her, so she was pleasantly surprised when Regina just held onto her, keeping her arms where they were.
"I don't know why, sorry."
"Mhhmmm…pity. Here I thought you might…just want to spend time with me." Regina sighed heavily, closing her eyes for a moment, suddenly feeling a tightness in her chest as her breathing shallowed out again. "You could have…just…asked."
"No, no, none of that." Emma quickly noticed the change. "Come on…we've got this. Deep breath in, there good, now out."
Regina wanted to say so many disparaging things to the woman behind her. But she couldn't catch her breath to do it properly. Instead she was forced to rely on Emma Swan. Again. It was humiliating.
"So, you were right." Emma said a few moments later, after Regina had regained her even breathing.
"I often am." Emma chuckled because only Regina. "About what?" Regina couldn't follow where Emma's train of thought had taken her.
Emma smirked, "The hockey stick."
Regina groaned. "Of course."
Regina truly loathed Ms. Swan's decision to go over her head and buy Henry the hockey stick he wanted. The two of them had gone out to play roller hockey with Nicholas and Eva. Regina got a phone call not two hours later from Emma, in the hospital. Henry had been knocked off his skates and he'd broken his wrist.
Regina was furious. She'd blamed Ms. Swan of course, because it was her fault after all. She had given in, even after Regina had said no. Henry hadn't minded the two of them fighting over the hockey stick so much anymore, because he was doted on hand and foot while his wrist healed.
And now the damned thing had caused them to be bathed in darkness. Except for Emma's hands. Regina was too out of sorts to control her magic enough to light the darkness with her own magic though she certainly had enough fear to burn down the closet with them inside of it.
"You became a child."
"Hey, look I understand that I was wrong but there's no need to start insul—"
Regina rolled her eyes, "No, Ms. Swan. The reason, we are here." She paused, "You turned into a child. Five or six by the looks of it."
"I…what?" That didn't make any sense. Why would she turn into a child? How? And why couldn't she remember? "I, I can't remember."
"Perhaps that is for the best."
Regina smirked as she heard Emma gasp, "Why? What did I do?" Emma was worried now. What embarrassing thing had she done that she was better off forgetting?
"Let's see…" Regina pretended to ponder. "You called your father a 'big meanie'," Emma cringed yeah, that sounded like her. "Asked Henry if he was your browther." Regina really wished she could see Emma's face but she would just have to do with imagining how the blonde looked.
"How'd he take that?"
"Well," Regina tilted her head to the side, "He took the whole thing rather well I believe."
Emma sighed, relieved. "Anything else?"
Regina hummed, "Besides locking yourself in this closet for an hour for whatever reason. Calling me because you refused to leave unless I was here. Insisted I come in here so you could tell me a secret."
"A secret?" Emma paled, not that Regina could see it. Her palms became sweaty, but that could easily be blamed on the heat of exerting her magic as she was.
"Yes, apparently. You were lonely with your family and wanted to spend time with me." Regina waved her hand through the air as if that meant nothing to her. "You complimented me on my beauty, as you well should…"
Emma scuffed, fighting off a blush and a grin at the idea of her younger self being brave enough to tell Regina she was beautiful. Only for the former Queen to literally disregard it as something that should be done mandatorily.
"…and you used my $200 pants as a tissue for your running nose."
Emma guaffed, unable to keep herself from laughing at that last part.
"Really, Ms. Swan. I expect you to pay for the dry cleaning." Regina informed in a bit of a huff, even if she had to fight off a smirk.
Emma continued to chuckle, "Sure, sure thing, Reh…hahaha…gina. Oh man, I'm sorry. It's just…I did that a lot with my social services officers."
"It is very unhygienic. And your finger biting habit is an inherent trait that took me years to break in Henry." If Regina could manage it, she would have crossed her arms.
"My apologies your majesty." Emma calmed herself down, shaking her head against the top of Regina's.
The smell of the Mayor's shampoo quickly wafted to her nose and captivated the blonde. She stopped laughing and took a long deep breath, her eyes closing at the delicious, enticing smell of coconut and pineapple. Smooth and tangy, spunky, just like the woman herself.
Regina's muscles tensed as she heard Emma take in a deep breath as her nose was pressed almost directly into her scalp. She felt Emma's body shiver at the scent she just took in, the blonde's grip around her waist tightening just the smallest bit.
"Ms. Swan…" Regina whispered her voice cracking as she turned her head towards her shoulder.
"Yes?" Emma breathed out the single word, a questioning tilt to it. Her face was only centimeters away from Regina's. Her eyes were heavy and her breath shallow as she stared at the shadow of Regina's lips. She could taste Regina's breath on her own lips.
The light emitting from Emma's hands started to flicker, dimming as Emma leaned forward. "You smell delicious." She just needed to be brave like both her double and her younger self. She just needed to take a chance, because Regina was worth it. They were worth it.
Regina felt her breath hitch inside her chest as Emma's face moved closer to her and once again she found the touch of soft damp lips pressed against her own. She moaned into the kiss as her eyes closed and her hand found its way up into Emma's hair. She threaded her fingers through the blonde lockes and twisted herself just a bit more.
A small part of her knew this was wrong. That she should stop. The kiss this morning had been one thing, but this, this was another. And yet she couldn't fathom pulling away. She forgot where they were, her panic, everything. Regina just knew how soft Emma's lips were and the way her knees nearly buckled as she tasted the inside of Emma's mouth.
Regina always imagined a fiery dueling kiss between the two of them. And here they were, sharing their second kiss, and it lacked the duel Regina assumed would be there. The passion, the fire was certainly there, but there was something sweet and comfortable about it as well. Something familiar.
"Regina…" Emma's whisper was more a moan against Regina's lips as she leaned back, just so their lips weren't pressed firmly against each other, though they still touched as Emma ducked her head and brushed her nose against Regina's. "I'm…"
"Don't." Regina warned as she turned to face Emma, the blonde's hands remaining wrapped around her as she turned in her arms. Regina kissed Emma again. Her heart would break if Emma apologized, took this back. Her desperation bled through into their kiss as she demanded, begged, Emma to meet her.
This couldn't all be in her head. There was far too much proof for it all to be something Regina was hopefully imagining. The blonde, she was the one to kiss her first, both times. That had to mean something. Her double kissing her. The child clinging to her, trusting her, telling her she was pretty and wanting to be by her. The magic keeping them stuck together and now trapped. There had to be a reason for it.
If there wasn't, Regina wasn't sure she could stomach the aftermath.
"Moms?" Henry's voice cut through the door.
Emma pulled away first. Regina simply dropped her head to Emma's shoulder and let her hand slide free from Emma's hair. She licked her lips as Emma answered their son.
"Henry?" Emma breathed a sigh of relief, "Henry, can you open the door from that side?"
"Uhm…yeah. Why?" Henry asked as he took a hold of the door knob and tried to pull it open.
The door didn't even snag. It opened. Light and air flooded into the closet.
Henry noticed how close his mothers were standing but before he could really think about it he noticed Emma wasn't little anymore. "Emma! You're you again!" He smiled brightly as he rushed into the closet to join in the hug his mothers were sharing.
Emma had been about to open her mouth to warn Henry about the barrier but the warning caught in her throat as Henry raced into the closet and wrapped his arms around Regina and her, pressing up against the side of them both. Uncaring of what toy he stepped on or didn't.
Regina cringed as Henry's arms wrapped tightly around her, but she forced herself to deal with her sudden desire to run. It wouldn't be fair to Henry. Besides, she felt she was backlogged on hugs from her son and would never turn away from one.
"Grams and Gramps wanted me to tell you dinner was almost ready. I think they'll be happy that you're you again Emma. They didn't seem to know how to handle you being little again."
"I bet you did though, right?" Emma asked as she smoothed out Henry's hair at the top of his head.
"Yeah, I just got you to play games and stuff with me. Kicked your butt too." Henry looked up and smiled at Emma, but his smile started to disappear when she saw the mascara that had run down his mom's face. "Mom?" Henry asked gently reaching up to touch her cheek where the evidence of her tears remained.
Regina's eyes widened as she realized what she must look like. She used the back of her hand to try and wipe at her cheeks.
"What happened?" Henry looked at Emma, his eyes accusing. The only one who could have made his mom cry was his other mom, which made things awkward.
Emma felt a swell of pride swirl in her chest when Henry accused her, without even accusing her outright of being responsible for Regina's tears.
"Ms. Swan did nothing, wrong Henry." Regina promised as she cupped Henry's cheek. She hoped Ms. Swan understood she truly meant that. The kiss, although unexpected was not unwanted.
"Then why were you crying?" Henry asked, stepping out of the closet.
Regina was quick to follow him, glad to no longer be trapped inside the small confines. The only reason she hadn't rushed out of the space the moment Henry opened the door was her desire to remain in Emma's arms. And the fresh air and the knowledge that escape was now readily available.
Regina tried not to recognize that her body suddenly felt very cold without Emma wrapped so securely around her.
"I was…" Regina swallowed thickly; she did not like admitting her fears to anyone.
"Your mom's claustrophobic." Emma supplied an escape for explaining WHY she was scared and easily summed up her fear with just one word.
"What's that mean?" Henry asked scrunching up his face as he looked between his mothers.
"It means I am afraid of being in small spaces." Regina offered a nervous smile to her son, and prayed her would not ask why she was scared of them.
Emma touched Henry's shoulder gently, "It's a phobia, which means it's really really scary for your mom."
"Like that movie we watched! Arachnophobia." Henry connected the dots with a smile, but frowned as he realized his mom would have been so scared she couldn't move or hardly breathe. Just like the main character in that movie had been when the spider was crawling up his body.
"Yes, just like that." Emma didn't meet Regina's eyes, knowing the woman was not going to be amused with the type of movie Emma had left Henry watch while she had him.
Regina was indeed glaring at the blonde. Letting their son watch such a movie was hardly appropriate. However, it seemed he now understood just how afraid she had been while in the closet.
"But…" Henry tilted his head to the side as he considered his brunette mother. "Why would you go in there if you were going to be scared?"
Emma had to admit, it was a good question. A question, Emma wanted to hear the answer to as well, even though she had a pretty good idea why.
"Ms. Swan would not leave the closet unless I went inside. There was little choice." Even as she said it, Regina knew it was a weak excuse.
"That's not true." Henry was quick to point out, "You could have just pulled her out with you instead of going in there." He didn't want his mom to sell herself short. If he understood how scared his mother was of small spaces then what she had done was very brave. And she'd done it for Emma. It made him smile, because that meant they really did like each other.
"The kid does have a point, Regina." Emma said as she took up a position behind Henry, her hands resting on either of his shoulders. It was safer behind Henry. It kept her away from Regina and hopefully that would keep anything magical from happening, or would help her keep from kissing her again. Both were legitimate reasons to put space between the two of them.
"And what point is that?" Regina asked, glaring at Ms. Swan, frustrated with the other woman.
"That you did something that scared you to help Emma." Henry smiled, "That you were brave and selfless." Regina's eyes softened as she saw Henry's bright, proud, smile directed at her.
"And true?" Emma asked, wondering why that sounded so familiar.
"Pinocchio, dear."
Emma's eyes widened in recognition as she nodded, now understanding why those three words sounded so linked in her mind, her mouth opened in a silent 'O' to express she figured it out.
"Perhaps I did. But I did promise." Regina felt very uncomfortable being praised for such a simple deed. Before Henry or Emma could say anything else Regina addressed Henry, "Did you not say your grandparents had fixed dinner?"
"Yeah, they did. It's ready. Are you going to join us this time?" Henry asked, smiling wide with hope.
Regina couldn't say not. Not when Henry looked so pleased at the idea of her staying for dinner. "I shall be there momentarily; I just need to wash my face."
"Awesome! Take your time." Henry raced out of the room, yelling out to his grandparents: "She said she's staying!" Obviously they had sent Henry to collect them, and to see if Regina planned on staying for dinner.
With Henry no longer present, there was nothing between Regina and Emma. Except space and their fears and cowardice.
"Won't Tinkerbell be looking for you?"
Regina cringed as her girlfriend's name was brought up. "No. She doesn't expect me to return until much later this evening." And even then, Regina knew Tinkerbell would be in the guest room.
"Oh, uh…everything," Emma clicked her tongue against her cheek a mischievous glint in her eyes, almost hopeful look. After all she had just spent the last few minutes in a closet making out with Regina, a taken woman. Obviously, something had to be going on with the two of them, even if Emma was that something. And the thing was, she kind of didn't mind being what came between Regina and Tinkerbell. "Okay with you two?"
Regina straightened her shirt and stretched her jaw for a moment as she considered how nervous but almost hopeful Emma seemed at the prospect of their being issues in her relationship.
Two could play this game, Regina thought. "Is there something wrong with your relationship with Neal? I haven't seen him around all day."
Emma should have expected Regina to deflect, but she had almost had an answer. She had started it. Too hopeful for cause to wheedle herself inbetween the two lovers. "Let's not do this…" Emma warned, knowing where their fight would lead and seeing as they were no longer being honest and open with each other it wouldn't lead to where Emma had wanted it to.
"Do what, Ms. Swan?"
Emma grit her teeth, "I don't want to fight with you, Regina."
"Heavens forbid!" Regina rolled her eyes, "But may I ask what did you want? Highlight my misgivings? My inability to uphold a normal relationship? Hmm…what was it you wanted me to say?" Why would Emma bother asking if she wasn't fishing for something? Regina realized she was over reacting, she did. But she wasn't comfortable and when she was uncomfortable and vulnerable she lashed out. It just so happened that whenever she was around Emma she was uncomfortable and vulnerable. All the time. Which accounted for a great many of their 'legendary' tiffs. The only decent part of their fights was how it made her blood sing.
Emma felt her blood begin to boil, their emotions were already on edge after everything that'd happened within the last twenty four hours. Or at least hers were. "I just wanted you to say yes!"
"Yes?" That would mean Emma wanted Regina to tell her how happy she was with Tinkerbell, that there was nothing wrong between them.
"You know, I I ah, I don't know." Emma groaned as she pulled at her hair. "A part of me wants you to be happy no matter who you're with. But the bigger part of me, Regina? That part wants you to only be happy with me. So yeah, I wanted you to say yes, so I could forget about the kisses-" and continue to be a coward.
"Because you don't want this-me." Regina felt her heart plummet. The pain of it hurt so much more then she thought it would. To have Emma's feelings spelled out so clearly for her was what she had wanted and now she knew why it was right to fear this moment. "You never have!" Regina raged, suddenly feeling like a fool. A stupid fool who thought she could finally have the world, but was only delusional. Then why? Why would Emma kiss her? To play with her? Toy with her emotions? See just how far she could go before Regina would break? Well she was broken, and when she was broken she attacked hard and fast. There was no mercy given.
"Regina that's not…" Emma tried to grab a hold of Regina.
"Don't touch me!" Regina quickly moved away from Emma, furious. Tears pricked at her eyes. "You've played me for the last time, Ms. Swan."
"Regina, no, that's not what's…" Emma reached out again.
"Silence!" Regina screamed, the walls around them shaking, the witch's rage boiling over until it was forced to be released by magical means. Emma was thrown across the room, her body connecting solidly with the wall beside the doorway. "You're no better than your mother. I never should have trusted you. I won't be fooled again. Not by you or any of your kin."
"What's going on?!" David asked as he ran into the room, Snow just behind him. Both their eyes moved to Emma. There was a moment of sadness when they realized Emma was all grown up again, but it was quickly replaced by concern.
Snow helped Emma stand up, her eyes weary as mother and daughter looked to Regina.
Regina met David's eyes, unwilling to even look at Emma anymore. "Tell Henry I'm sorry, but I won't be able to stay for dinner." Regina didn't wait another moment. She disappeared in a cloud of black smoke and crackling purple electricity.
"Regina!" Emma called out into the empty room. "Damn it!" Emma raged as she kicked out at the useless smoke. She growled her anger.
"What…"
"Don't!" Emma warned both her parents. "Just…just don't." Emma pushed passed them and went straight for the door. She grabbed her jacket and slammed the apartment door behind her.
Henry watched from the living room as Emma stormed away and frowned. When his grandparents came up to him he looked at them helplessly. "What happened?" He questioned quietly.
Snow and David shared a look before they shrugged, "We don't know, Henry."
Henry sighed. "They were doing soooo good!" He frowned as he made his way into his bedroom, no longer hungry.
TBC…
Thus ends the fifth chapter of Magical Mishaps Happen. Check in tomorrow for possibly the final chapter. Let me know what you think! :-)