Authors Note: Let me take the time out to make something very clear. To the person who accused me of stealing this story, I have a few points to make. One: In the first chapter I admitted that this story did not develop on an original idea. I have read many Swan Queen future kids fanfics that inspired me to write my own as said in the FIRST chapter. There are MANY fanfictions with this same concept that are probably not that popular idk. The story line is fun. Two: I made sure to differentiate this story to the best of my ability so no it's not stolen. Three: There's no way I stole her story when I only read the first half of her first chapter before moving on. Four: The scenes I put in this story came from MY imagination. The names of the children in this story came from MY research and thinking, I chose the names for a specific reason. Reagan and Emily's personalities are based off of MY interpretation of how Regina & Emma's kids would act and they're also based off of Henry's personality. I chose specific ages because a toddler and a teenager are at two different stages in their life that makes them challenging. This is MY writing, I repeat, MY writing. I'M brainstorming on how this story should go, and how the first few chapters should go. I decided to start this story at a certain point in Regina & Emma's relationship because that's where it was most tense and emotion filled. So I'm sorry that you feel that I "stole" someone's story. If it's such an issue you could've easily PM me instead of commenting as a guest. On that note, here's another chapter where questions will be answered :) And Henry will be making an appearance in the next chapter.
Reagan had her chin resting in the palm of her hand, hair slightly wet and curly, dripping onto the button up shirt Regina had lent her that almost fit. A bored expression permanent on her face as she slid the salt shaker back and forth across the dining room table with a simple motion of her index finger while Emily ran around the table in circles making sputtering noises, pretending to be an airplane in one of Henry's old outfits. The morning started off quite well, they had breakfast, they talked, they laughed and then Emma came over just as Regina assumed. Reagan didn't hear the entire conversation between the two but she managed to figure out that it dealt with Henry and his current whereabouts with someone Regina didn't care too much for. Now they're in the foyer quietly bickering with one another which didn't surprise her by the slightest.
Reagan's ears perked up at the sound of footsteps coming toward the dining room and she halted all actions.
"Mommy look, I'm an airplane!" Emily exclaimed once she spotted Emma. "Catch me before I crash!" She started to spin and twist out of control in Emma's direction then prepared to leap into her arms.
"Woah." Emma swiftly caught the giggling little girl and started to spin right onto the seat of a chair right next to Reagan where she sat Emily on her lap. "The airplane has safely landed."
"Hooray!" Emily cheered, extending both of her arms in the air.
Regina settled in a chair across from Emma, smiling at Emily despite the pang of jealousy she felt at how quickly the two have bonded. She turned to Reagan. "Okay, Reagan, we just have a few questions that we need you to answer. Are you okay with that?"
"Jeez, I feel like I'm about to be interrogated." Reagan shifted to get more comfortable in her seat.
"Is there anything we can do to make you feel more comfortable?" Regina offered.
A smirk curved the corner of Reagan's lips. "Can I have coffee?"
"No."
"Sure."
Regina and Emma's sentences intersected, bringing their attention to one another. Reagan groaned quietly. She could practically feel a debate about to happen over a simple beverage.
"Why can't she have coffee?"
"The same reason you shouldn't give a child an energy drink. Unlike you, I think of consequences." Regina argued.
"What? She'll be a little bit more energized than normal. No harm done."
"You know what," Reagan intervened. "I don't actually need anything." She announced in hope that the bickering will cease. No such luck.
Regina laughed dryly. "No harm done? You mean despite jitteriness, nervousness, an upset stomach, headaches and an increase in blood pressure all being side effects? Honestly, Miss Swan, do you have any idea how to parent a child?"
"You just love taking shots at me don't you?"
Reagan's blue eyes connected with her little sister's big brown ones and an idea struck. Clearly her protest didn't stand a chance at reaching their ears because she's not loud enough but she knows someone who is and getting Emily on board won't be difficult at all. While their parents were distracted by each other, Reagan pointed her index finger at Emily. When the little girl mimicked the action, Reagan nodded and then proceeded to make a fake angry face as she pretended to bang her fist rapidly on the table.
Emily's head titled to the side momentarily in confusion before the imaginary lightbulb lit up. Not wasting a second, Emily started making whining noises and squirmed in Emma's arms, stirring a slight reaction from the blonde who merely glanced down in between a sentence. Emily looked over at Reagan and the teenager motioned for her to turn up the heat.
Reagan had to stifle her laughter when Emily abruptly started to scream and writhe aggressively in Emma's arms, managing to shock both parents to silence. Her little sister is quite the actress.
"Emily-Emily." Emma struggled to hold onto the flailing child.
Regina stood up and rounded the table to stand next to Emma's seat. "You're not supposed to restrain a child throwing a tantrum." She scolded.
"I can't exactly let her go, Regina. What if she hurts herself?"
Regina huffed in response though she knew Emma was right. "Emily," She cooed, kneeling down closer to eye level. Emma made sure that Emily didn't accidentally kick her square in the jaw. "You want to tell me what made you so cranky?"
Emily only continued to fake wail, dramatically throwing her head back and effectively managing to slam into Emma's chest causing the blonde to wince. "I don't know what's wrong with her. She was fine just a second ago."
Watching the scene she put together play out, another idea emerged in Reagan's creative brain. "Small tip," She interjected, gaining the attention of the two mothers. "She hates it when you two argue. Maybe if you were to somehow show her that you're not angry at each other anymore by-I don't know...showing some sign of affection to each other, she'll clam down." Getting them to somehow be affectionate to one another would not only put an end to Emily's "tantrum" but it might also stir up some ignored feelings that her future mothers told her about.
Emma eyes met Regina's, searching for a reaction or a hint on how she wants to go about this. There's a large chance that if Emma was to make an attempt to hug her, Regina would send her flying 10 feet away. So instead of risking all of her bones breaking from being tossed like a football, she risked her hand being burned off when she intertwined her fingers with Regina's. Surprisingly, the dark haired woman didn't snatch her hand away; her lips only parted slightly in shock.
"Look, Emily. Look." Emma put their joined hands on top of Emily's tiny one and almost immediately she stopped fussing. "We're not mad at each other. See?" She gave Regina's hand, which happens to be incredibly soft, a light squeeze and strangely she felt a surge of something she couldn't quite explain. Almost like magic. She glanced at Regina briefly and judging by the way the brunette had her eyes transfixed on their locked hands, she felt it too.
Emily looked at Reagan, awaiting a confirmation that she succeeded. When she gave her a thumbs up, Emily's eyes settled on her mothers once more and she flashed them a tiny smile. "Okay. I'm gonna go play with younger Henry's toys." Once she slipped off Emma's lap and ran away, Regina untangled their fingers. She stood up, cleared her throat, and smoothed out the imaginary wrinkles on her skirt. Clearly she had been disturbed by whatever just happened.
On the outside Reagan appeared to be calm but on the inside she's squealing like a hormonal preteen at a concert for a boy band. Not only did she get the pleasure of watching what she anticipated would happen but watching the two obviously feel some sort of magical connection to one another proved that there's a chance she's right where she needed to be in the past.
"So, how about those questions?" Reagan grinned.
"Right." Regina seemed completely out of it as she returned to her seat. She opened her mouth to speak but Emma beat her to the punch. "How does all of this work?"
"What? Your marriage? You two playfully banter more than bicker."
"I'm actually referring to the whole children who resemble both of us thing." Emma's been curious about the whole process since she first learned who their second parent is.
"Well," Reagan started. She folded her hands on the table and sat up straight. "When a Mommy and a Mommy love each other-"
"Reagan."Emma stated firmly, earning a laugh from the teenager.
She leaned back in the chair. "I didn't ask. I actually like not being scarred for life, you know? All I know is that me and Emmy are both the product of magic and that you carried both of us. In fact, one of your favorite arguments is that you didn't sit through 12 hours of pain for us to disobey you."
"Three children, huh?" Emma cringed at the thought of how her body must look in the future. "Regina, you're a magic expert. How does that happen?"
Regina touched the ring on her finger, twisting it as she thought. "Magic can be very powerful and unpredictable especially when regarding two people being," She glanced at Emma briefly before forcing out the word, "Intimate. A strong enough bond can produce life."
"In other words, I was a fun little accident. Although you two insist that I'm more of a miracle." Reagan directed the last comment more toward Regina.
"Then if Emily was planned, why couldn't you carry her?" Carrying more children in the future came to be one of Emma's concerns. Giving birth is not something she enjoys doing.
"I think there are more pressing matters at hand that need to be addressed." Regina quickly dismissed the question. Emma eyed her suspiciously, noting the way Regina would walk around the topic of birth. "Reagan, what exactly occurred in your time that brought you here?"
"I'm not entirely sure." Reagan started, staring down at the table as she picked at her fingernails. "All I know is that something or someone must of altered the past and whatever they did, it made everything disappear."
"Everything just vanished into thin air?" Emma asked.
"Something like that. It started off slow at first like a virus, you know? People were showing symptoms like forgetting things and replacing it with new memories before they disappeared. When it got down to only a few people, it picked up and it didn't take long before you were gone." Reagan said to Regina. "I'm not sure what happened to Mom." She had to swallow back the sharp hit of sadness that overcame her when she thought about the events. "Does that mean you two are dead?"
"No," Regina placed a comforting hand on Reagan's wrist. "Of course not. If something altered the future that caused people to receive new memories then that must mean that they're in another future. One where things are different. What kind of things did I forget before I was gone?"
"Me." Reagan's voice hitched despite her willingness not to break down. She cleared her throat. "Emily. The fact that you two were married and loved each other."
"So whoever changed the past had the agenda to make sure that me and Regina wouldn't be together." Emma stated more than asked. "But that would mean we wouldn't have you two."
"That's why you gave me the wand. You said that it would allow me to time jump if I just willed myself to and that it's up to me now." Reagan explained before she sighed deeply. "No pressure at all."
"Well, I apologize on behalf of my future self. I know the feeling of having the weight of the world on your shoulders. It's not fun." In fact, she knew it all to well. Being the savior didn't exactly come with a how to guide attached to it. Having people believe in you is always great, it's believing in yourself that makes matters difficult.
Although Regina didn't want to at the moment, she truly sympathized with Emma. There's so much of an internal struggle going on that only revealed itself in her blue eyes; something only people who hid their demons could see. What pained Regina is that that the same tiredness reflected in Reagan's eyes and at that moment, as the two sat there practically pouting,she resembled Emma entirely even with Regina's clothes on.
"Can we pick this up later?" Reagan appeared overwhelmed as she ran her fingers through her air dried hair.
"Sure, kid. I'm sure me and your mom will figure this out together without murdering one another." Emma replied, looking at Regina to agree with folded arms and a hint of a smirk on her face.
Reagan also looked at her mother, a hopeful smile on her face that Regina had to return as she nodded.
"So in the meantime can I get new clothes? Yours doesn't exactly fit." Reagan proved that point by flapping the sleeves.
"You didn't bring anything along to change?" Emma questioned.
"I didn't exactly have time to pack a suitcase for my early vacation, Mom." Reagan retorted sarcastically.
Emma's eyebrows arched and she let out something between a scoff and a laugh because that was so much like Regina. "Definitely your child, Regina. Lets just go find you and Emily some clothes." She said before standing up in unison with Reagan and Regina.
A realization occurred in Reagan's mind that made her freeze all movement. "Wait." All the attention came back to her. "Me and Emmy can't be seen by too many people. It might mess up the future after we fix it."
"Right." Emma nodded in agreement, biting down on her lower lip. "One of us can stay here and the other can get the clothes? Who usually does the shopping, Reagan?"
"Both of you." Reagan smiled teasingly. "I can watch Emily."
Emma didn't mind but Regina might so she considered her feelings. "It has to be both of us?"
"What's the problem with that?" Regina snapped in offense.
Emma's shoulders raised slightly as she mouthed silent words because Regina can be utterly confusing majority of the time. "Jeez, I just thought that-you know what it doesn't matter. Lets go."
This should be fun.