This is the longest chapter I have ever written for ANYTHING. I'm soo tired now. X{D

I changed bit of Ingrid's backstory to fit with her being Peter's adopted mom and in Storybrooke. I had someone ask if she's after Emma for the same reasons in the show, and the answer is no. She is not after Emma to make her her sister.

I hope you enjoy! :{)

Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own OUAT or any of its characters.

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-Chapter 3-

Grahram stood, leaning against his cruiser, outside Storybrooke daycare. Parents and their children streamed out through the doors. Shiny blonde curls bounced among the mass of children.

"Gwaham!" The toddler ran up to him grinning, "Hi Uncle Gwaham! Why you here? Where Mama?" Emma tilted her head to the side, peering up at the sheriff, little hands resting on her hips.

The blue eyed sheriff pushed himself off the car. Chuckling under his breath, he pulled the car door open for her. "Your Mother sent me. She had to stay at the office and finish up some paperwork."

She climbed into the car, a cheshire cat grin spread across her face. "Uncle Gwaham?" the tiny blonde asked sweetly.

"Yes Emma?" Graham quickly glaced back at her in the mirror.

"Can we gets ice cweam? Peese, Uncle Gwaham!"

"I don't know Emma. Regina is expecting me to bring you to her office. And I don't believe that includes a detour to get sweets."

"Peese!" Emma pouted, eyes filling with tears, "Mama lets me has ice cweam."

He sighed softly, blue eyes meeting small blue-green in the reflection. Hesitantly Graham said, "Alright." The blonde danced in her seat, giggling. "But you can only get one scoop. Okay? Regina would have my head if I let you have any more than that."

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Peter stood next to the counter helping Ingrid restock the ice cream freezer when the bell above the front door rang signaling that a customer had arrived.

"Peda! Ingwid! Me is here!" The tiny blonde shouted as she ran in. Graham trailed along behind her shaking his head with a smile.

Peter jumped up and ran around the counter, and pulled the excited blonde into a tight hug. Emma bounced clutching the older boy's shirt, "Peda, me here fow ice cweam!And you has to has some to! Me say." The small blonde nodded seriously.

Ingrid crouched next to Emma, handing the smaller blonde a chocolate ice cream cone with a smile. "Hello Emma. It's good to see you."

"Tanks you." Emma said with a bright grin.

Peter grinned sheepishly at the older blonde, "Can I have one too Mom?"

Ingrid sighed, a soft smile curling the corners of her lips, "Of course you can little man. Why don't you and Emma go and sit a one of the tables and I'll bring it to you." She smoothed a hand over the boys brown hair, moving his bangs out of his eyes.

Peter nodded. Taking Emma's free hand he lead her to the closest table and helped her climb up onto the chair. As Ingrid made a cone for her son, Graham pulled a couple dollars out of his pocket and laid them on the counter next to the register.

"Do you want anything?" The blonde woman asked sparing a quick glace up at the sheriff.

"Ah no. No thank you." Graham shook his head with a half smile.

As she handed Peter his ice cream, Ingrid sat on the bench next to the two children, wrapping her arm around her son she rested her hand on Emma's shoulder. Peter leaned his head against the older blonde's chest cuddling into her.

Graham's cell loudly rang causing the small blonde to jump. Peter wrapped his free hand around her smaller one. Grinning up at him she snuggled into his side.

"Hello," the sheriff answered, smiling apologetically at the blonde toddler. "What is it? I...well...I'll be right there." Graham slipped the phone into his pocket.

Ingrid lifted a brow, both pairs of blue eyes met.

"Is something wrong?" She asked.

"There's an emergency at the Rabbit Hole. I need to go." Graham went to run out the door, turning around he smiled sheepishly, "Do you mind if Emma stays here? I'll tell her mother where she is."

Ingrid's eyes moved down, seeing the younger blonde's wide blue-green eyes staring back at her. Smiling softly, she gently brushed a tiny curl behind Emma's ear.

"It is no problem. Peter and I will keep an eye on her."

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Regina signed off on the last peice of paperwork. With a tired sigh, she sat back in her chair closing her eyes. The ticking of the clock echoed through the room.

Pinching the bridge of her nose, the brunette opened her eyes, checking the time. One o'clock.

Regina scowled, Graham was supposed to bring Emma to the office thrity minutes ago. Grabbing the phone she quickly called the scruffy sheriff's cell.

"Storybrooke Police Department" The man readily answered.

"Sheriff. I would like to know why my daughter has not been brought to my office. As I ordered."

"Madame Mayor! I'm so sorry. I meant to call you. I had to deal with a situation with Leroy at the Rabbit Hole. So I left Emma at Any Given Sundae with Ingrid and her son."

The brunette's jaw clenched, "And you didn't think to notify me of that immediately, sheriff. Emma is my daughter. I pay you to keep the people of this town safe. Not knowing where you left my daughter, is not safe."

Graham swallowed hard, "I really am sorry Regina. I was going to call you. But Emma is safe. And from what I could tell, in good hands as well."

"I will be the judge of that sheriff Graham." Regina's scowl deepened as she hung up the phone.

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"Voooommmm!" Emma was pushing a small yellow bug around the floor. Giggling maniacally she crashed it into Peter's dark green convertable. Laughing the little boy spun his car over, end over end.

He started driving it away, calling over his shoulder, "Gotta catch me Emma!"

The grinning blonde was crawling after him when her brunette mother strolled into the parlor.

"Mama!" Emma bounded over, reaching up with both arms, opening and closing her tiny fists. "Up peese!"

"Hello my darling girl." Regina smiled softly. Gently she picked her daughter up and held her in a tight hug. Emma tucked her head underneath her mama's chin, burrowing into her warmth.

The brunette noticed Ingrid going from table to table, cleaning as she went. Clearing her throat she crouched down setting Emma down in front of her.

Looking the little blonde in the eye she softly said, "Go and play with Peter for a while longer. I have to talk to Miss Fisher about something important. Okay, my little princess?"

Emma pouted, little green-blue eyes staring into her mama's, "Nice Mama. No mean."

Regina smiled softly, "Okay my love. No being mean."

Emma grinned, hugging Regina tightly around the neck, and quicky kissed her on the cheek before running and tackling Peter to the ground in a hug of his own.

Ingrid looked up, a small smile lifting the corner of her lips as Regina approached. "Good afternoon Regina. Are you here to pick up Emma? She is an absolute angel. Peter and I really enjoy having her around."

"As much as I love hearing good things about my daughter, that is not why I came over here."

Ingrid's eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. "What do you need then?"

Regina leaned in close, a fluttering settling in the pit of her stomach. She mentally shook herself, 'It's because she could ruin everything,' she tried to convince herself, 'She has magic. There is no other reason.'

Chocolate brown eyes met ice blue, "I know you have magic Miss Fisher. You and your son are not a part of my curse. I want to know why you are here. And I want to know it now."

Ingrid's eyes widened. Clearing her throat she sofltly said, "Why don't we sit down, " The brunette raised an eyebrow. "Please"

The two women sat at a table in the far corner, but where they could keep an eye on the children.

Ingrid tiredly sighed, "When I was younger I had two sisters. I was the only one that had magic. My sisters loved me very much. And I loved them. One day I accidently hit my sister Helga with a blast of magic." Ingrid stopped, closing her tear filled eyes tightly, her hands clenched into fists on the table.

She took a deep calming breath, her voice shaky, she continued, "Helga died. I didn't mean to hurt her. I swear I didn't," she hesitantly lifted her eyes and found soft brown gazing patiently back at her. "My...My other sister Gerda, she found me there next to our sister. S-she feared me. Tried to lock me away in a magical urn. So I couldn't h-hurt anyone else. But I escaped with my magic before she could."

Regina reached out and grasped the blonde's trembling hands in her own. "And Peter?" she gently asked.

The blonde woman genuinely smiled, "My magic had taken me to a village just outside the Enchanted Forrest. I found Peter using his shadow to steal food from the market. He had been caught and was being handed over to some soldiers. They were going to take him to an orphanage at the edge of the village. I don't why I did it, but I posed as his mother. Acting as if he had run off when I wasn't looking. They released him to me with a warning for both of us. And he has been with me ever since."

"That still doesn't explain why you both came here." Regina conjured up a kleenex and passed it over to the blonde.

"I heard about your curse and what this world promised you. I wanted the same chances for Peter and I. I wanted to start over. A chance at happiness for myself, and a good life and happiness for my son." Smiling brightly Ingrid peered over at Emma and Peter driving toy cars all over the floor, chasing each other with wide grins.

Ingrid smiled warmly at Regina, "I believe we both have that now."

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Thank you for reading! XD