Hey guys! Okay…so I'm really hoping this works…. seems to be having issues. Every time I try to copy and paste this chapter, it says there's an error. Soooo let's find out, shall we? :/ hopefully they fix their error soon...apparently it's been going on for hours. but FYI:
If you're trying to upload a new chapter/document...go to an old document, delete the text from it, then upload it like you had just "edited" the chapter. That's the way that I'm doing it. THough, now, my documents are going to be out of whack because I'm using a different label :/ ugh. GET YOUR POO TOGETHER !
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Days had gone by on that wretched, atrocious couch. I hated this. I was constantly uncomfortable, my back hurt, my neck hurt, and I just wanted to be able to do things on my own. I loved Robin with all my heart, but my gosh he was getting annoying. Waiting on me hand and foot, taking my every request. Most women would like this, and I did for the first three days or so, but now I was ready to go back to being my independent self. I wanted to go back to work, I wanted to be able to cook and clean this messy house, and most of all I just wanted to sleep in my own bed. Robin had offered to carry me up the stairs, but I stubbornly said no. I regretted it now, but I couldn't possibly take my statement back?
"Regina, dear, do you need anything?" Robin calls from the kitchen. Eight o'clock in the morning. I just wanted to sleep well, but he already told me he can't fix that.
I huff, "No." I reply snappily.
He peeks around the kitchen doorway with a cup of orange juice in his hand, watching me. He takes a sip of it, almost looking nervous. "I'm sorry…" He says, bringing the cup from his face.
I roll my eyes and continue to watch the television. "Since I'm still not allowed to walk up the stairs, will you please bring me some clothes down so I can get this appointment over with?" I grumble.
He nods quickly, "Yes dear." He says. He runs up the stairs after setting his cup down on the hall table. I wish I could be going up the stairs. I grunted. He gets to the room and goes inside, wishing he could just bring the whole closet back with him because he was afraid of the possible punishment when he went back down stairs. He grabbed a few outfits, some dresses and some pants with nice blouses, along with shoes that (hopefully) matched. He ran back downstairs as quickly as he could, I heard him stumble and hoped he wouldn't fall. Even though I was hoping he wouldn't fall, I was trying to hold a laugh back. "Here you go, dear."
Again with the dear. He holds the outfits out in front of me one-by-one, I finally choose the pants with a red, silk blouse after a few rounds of the same clothes. "These will do." I snapped, taking them from his hand. I looked up at him, especially pitiful, "Am I allowed to get up to get dressed?" I ask, annoyed.
He smirks, "Unless you would like me to do that for you." He says, a smug smile now upon his face.
I roll my eyes and huff, "Really, Robin?! Do I really seem like I'm in any mood to hear that kind of crap?!" I snap again. He looks at me like I had just slapped him. I feel a twinge of guilt inside of me. Was it guilt? Or was it nausea? Maybe gas. I pursed my lips, seeing his sad face. "Come here." I command in a low, irritated voice.
He reluctantly, slowly moves toward me.
"Faster!" I snap.
He moves quicker and reaches the side of the couch. I extend my hand for him to help me sit up, and he does. I motion my index finger for him to come down to my level, still keeping a frown on my face. He leaned down slowly, narrowing his eyes at me. Once he's about five inches away from me, I pull him by his shirt collar and smash his lips into mine. He feels tense at first, but he eventually relaxes during the long, deep kiss.
"What was that…" He murmurs after I pull away.
I roll my eyes and begin to unbutton my night shirt, "An apology." I grumble, "Don't make me regret apologizing to you, Locksley." I say, pulling my shirt off of my arms. I grab the other shirt from the coffee table and pull it over my arms and begin to button it.
"Locksley? If I recall, the last time you just called me 'Locksley' is when we were still dating. You know that name applies to you too, don't you?" He says sarcastically.
I was clearly in no mood to joke. But somehow, somehow he made me smile. I hated it when he made me smile and all I wanted to do was be mad. "Yes, I do." I mumble, flipping the ends of my hair out from the shirt collar.
He sits down beside me and rubs my back gently. "I love you, Mrs. Locksley."
I roll my eyes and smile a little bigger as I pull my pajama pants off, "I love you too, Locksley."
He smiles and pats my back, "I'll go make you breakfast. Though you told me not to. But I want to…still…somehow…" He said as if he was asking himself why he still wanted to help me.
"Fine." I hiss, struggling to pull my pants up over my hips. "UGH!" I groan in irritation. "Nothing is fitting!"
He looks over at me sympathetically, "I'm sorry, dear. I really am."
"I'm getting fat, Robin."
"No you aren't, dear." He says. I ignore the feeling that I wanted to slap him from saying dear again. "You're growing another child inside of you!" He says, a forced smile on his face.
"This baby is making me fat, then." I complain, finally getting my pants on. Now for the button.
He rolled his eyes and smiled, then walked back into the kitchen. I put my hands behind me and pushed myself off of the couch. I already felt like a whale, how was I going to feel in about fifteen more weeks? I stood up carefully, this was only one of the few times that I stood up since I've been home for the past three days. I was put on strict bed rest by Dr. Whale. I leaned over to grab my shoes off of the floor, then realized I can't lean over. Crap.
I sat back down just as Robin was coming back into the room to tell me to come eat. He chuckled, seeing my frustration. He simply walked over to me and gently took the shoe from my hand. I wanted to pull back and slap him on the head with it, but I decided that wouldn't be the best decision. Instead, I let him put the shoe on my foot easily. I took a deep breath, it felt good to have shoes on. Somehow. He put the other one on and extended his hand as he stood up, "There." He says.
I smile softly, feeling a little defeated by my stomach. I take his hand and he helps me stand up, "Thanks." I mumble.
"What was that?" He asks, a raised brow. I knew he knew what I said.
"I said thank you." I snap, "Are you going to try and make me regret that as well?" I ask, narrowing my eyes at him.
He throws his hands up and smiles, widening his eyes, "Wouldn't dream of it." He helps me, against my will, to the countertop in the kitchen for breakfast.
I climbed up onto the high chairs and plopped down, trying to hide the fact that I was out of breath. I laid my left hand under my stomach and my right hand grabbed the spoon, I began eating the cereal Robin had poured for me. "I hope he puts me off of bed rest today." I say, swallowing a bite.
He looks at me from the other side of the counter where he was standing up and eating his breakfast, "Why is that?" He asks, I can hint a slight smidge of sarcasm in his voice.
"Why is that?" I repeat, furrowing my brow, "Why is that? Robin, I'm probably the most dependant person you know. I can't keep having people wait on me left and right." I complain, then pause and shrug my shoulders, "It's not like I don't enjoy it but I need to get back to doing things. The house needs cleaned, I miss cooking and going to work, I miss the walks during the nice, cool mornings…I miss being outside, quite honestly."
He leaned against the counter behind him and crossed his feet, taking another bite of food. "Well, I don't think you should really be going back to work, should you? I mean, you'll be taking a leave sooner or later. Why don't you just start it early?"
"Because I haven't even showed anyone how to do my job in the slightest." I reply.
"Snow knows, doesn't she? And Belle knows a little about it?"
"Not all of it, though."
"And you expect to be able to teach one of them in a few weeks, Regina? I don't think it's best for you to be stressed out. For you or her." He says, pointing his eyes at my stomach below the countertop. I look down with a frown, why did he have to be right so often? One thing that irritated me about him was this.
"We'll let Whale be the judge of that." I reply, with my head tilted up and my eyes looking down.
"Fine." He says.
"Fine." I reply, scooping my spoon into the bowl.
I end our argument when I hear Roland's footsteps come down the stairs. He walks into the kitchen looking sad. Robin notices this and narrows his eyes at him, "Roland my boy, what's wrong?"
He shrugs his shoulders at Robin.
"Roland? Honey, what's wrong?" I ask in a motherly tone. He looks up at me with sad puppy-dog eyes, then takes a small, grey stuffed monkey from behind his back. He shows it to me and I take it into my hand, studying it intently, "What's wr-" I stopped when I saw the big rip between it's head and it's body, "Roland, how did this happen?"
"I didn't do it! Even if he blames it on me!" Henry says, running down the stairs.
"Henry! What did you do?"
"I didn't do anyth-"
"We were playing with him, momma. When we were outside this morning, I threw him into the air and he got caught on a tree." Roland explains, sounding as if he was going to burst into tears in any second. "Then Henry climbed the tree to get him down, and he got stuck up there."
"Henry or the monkey?" Robin asks.
"My monkey, Frank…he got stuck in the tree." Roland explains as if Robin asked the stupidest question ever. "Can you fix it, Mommy?" He asks, turning back towards me.
I study the almost beheaded monkey. This was the monkey I had given him back in the Enchanted Forest, I'm surprised he still even had it. But he always carried it around and treasured it just like it was his brother. He loved it. I put my lips together and to the side, "I'll try to. I may not be good with sewing," I pause and put my palm up beside me, "But I am good with magic." I say, smiling.
He nods eagerly, waiting for me to try to fix the monkey. I brought my hand close to it, wiggling my fingers slowly to try and mend it's neck. I was concentrating and everything, but nothing was happening. What was going on? My tongue was now throbbing from how hard I was biting it in between my lips, but no matter how hard I bit it still didn't work. I stopped for a moment and took a deep breath, then tried again. Suddenly, the monkey exploded white stuffing around us. My mouth dropped open as I stared in astonishment, what had I just done?
"What did you do?!" Roland yells out, his light voice was shaky.
I tried to speak, but nothing came out. I looked up with only my eyes at the small boy who was almost in tears. Robin walked up to me and put his hand on my back, "Roland, son…she didn't mean-"
"No! She killed him!" Roland shouts, interrupting Robin.
"Now, Roland!" Robin snaps, sounding stern, "She tried to fix him. She's tired, still, it probably just didn't work right."
Roland bent down and picked up one of the clumps of stuffing. He clutches it in his hand tightly, a tear strolling down his face. He looks up at me with sad eyes, "I don't like you anymore." He says quietly, then runs out of the room and up the stairs.
"Roland!" Robin shouts.
Before he started walking away, I put my hand on his arm quickly. "No. He's right. I messed it up." I said, staring at the ground.
"Regina, you can't possibly blame this on yourself?"
"Yes." I said, now looking at him, "My magic…it didn't feel right. Something's wrong with it. When I tried using it…it…it didn't work. Then when I did it again, I wasn't in complete control of it."
"Maybe you're still too tired for that?"
"Magic doesn't work like that. I can be tired and still work magic. Plus, I feel fine." I state, monotone and cold.
Roland had every right to say what he did. It hurt, and I didn't purposely do it, but he didn't know that. He's six years old and I just killed his monkey with what Robin had taught him to be evil – magic. But why? What went wrong? I had never felt so out-of-control since the first time I used it. Even then, I could stop things from happening. This was too spontaneous, too easily wronged.
"Don't blame it on yourself, Regina. You were just trying to fix it." Robin says softly, rubbing my back with an open palm.
I shrugged his hand off, "Something's wrong." I say.
He looked down at me, trying to look into my eyes, but I was still looking down. "What are you talking about?"
"My magic, Robin! I don't just lose control of it like that. Not after this many years of using it." I snap, now looking back at him.
He searched my eyes for some sign that I was lying, but he must not have found any. He begins to shake his head in small movements, "I just don't know…" His voice trails off.
"I don't either."
"Who does, then? Who knows about magic, Regina, that you can trust? Because with a baby coming and with two other kids running around the house, you can't just lose control of your magic." He says. I could hear the frustration and worry in his voice. He didn't like the magic, but I used it anyway. He wouldn't be able to stop me from it. That's one of the only things we disagree on. "I don't think it would be best for you to be using magic, especially right now since you can't use it properly."
"I can use it properly!" I snap, getting irritated that he thought it was my fault. "Something is just blocking it. I only know one person that could tell me what's going on…hopefully."
"Who?" He asks.
"Rumplestiltskin." I state.
"Well, when are we going to ask him?"
"Right now." I say, looking up at the clock hanging on the wall, "We have time before the doctor's appointment. This one's later in the afternoon. It won't take long."
He shrugs his shoulders, "Fine." He says, "If he lays a hand on you I will chop it off."
I laugh softly, yet maniacally, "You won't have to, dear, he won't have a hand to chop off if he touches me or my child. Besides, Belle will be there to keep him under control. Like always."
I lay the remains of the monkey down and finish readying myself to leave. Robin yelled upstairs to the boys that we would be right back, and Henry is in charge. Then a whining response from the six year old, that his older brother was in charge of him.
When we arrived at Gold's, I sat in the car for a few moments and stared down at my stomach. What if my magic was dangerous to her? I would never forgive myself if something happened to her.
"Regina, are you okay?" Robin asks, raising a brow at me from the driver's side.
I look up at him with my mouth open wide. I took a deep breath, then ran my fingers through my hair. "I'm fine." I reply shakily.
Robin knew I wasn't okay, but he went along with it like he always does. We both got out of the car and walked inside. Belle was at the counter, dusting off a few things. I huff, housewife, I hiss in my head. We walk up to her and I smile. She looks at us both, "Why, Regina…I wasn't expecting you today!" She says happily, as always. She puts the duster down on the countertop and runs around the counter to me, opening her arms for a hug. "I heard all about what had happened with Ursula and…and Cora?" She says, asking if all of the rumors were true.
I nod, "And Cora." I state. I brushed my tongue over my upper lip, "She apparently has a sister, and that sister is Ursula."
I could see Belle trying to hold back a smile, then she chuckles softly, "Auntie Ursula…" She mocks. She directs her eyes down to my stomach, "And this little one," She says laying her hand on my stomach. I wince, I didn't like people touching me, "She's growing. She's grown a lot in the past two weeks, hasn't she?" She asks, still focused on my stomach.
"Yes, she has. We're going to Whale today to see if I'm allowed to be off of bed rest, I hope I am. Sitting on the couch all day is very un-delightful." I say, relaxing a little now.
She laughs, "I'll go get Rumple. That's who you wanted, right?"
I nod and she leaves the room to go into the back. She comes back out with Rumple in front of her, "Well, well…if it isn't Regina. I was beginning to think something had happened to you, since you never called or anything."
"Why would I be calling?"
He shrugs. Something was up with him. "Anyways, my time is limited. What do you need?" He asks, leaning against his cane.
I tilt my head over and take a breath, my eyes wander up to the ceiling. "I need your help." I mumble.
"My what?" He asks, knowing exactly what I said.
"Your help…you imp." I snap. I regain my poise, "Something is wrong with my magic."
"That sounds like a problem." He states nonchalantly.
I huff, "Of course it is. I couldn't control it earlier today, it's like…like it was…"
"Out of control?" He interrupts.
I roll my eyes, "Yes. Now what's going on? Surely you have to know why this is happening?"
He shrugs and directs his view to another portion of the room, shifting his weight. "I don't. I know something like this happened to your mother when she was pregnant with you, but she never did tell me what had gone on. Or even what she did to help it. She had stopped taking my lessons for a few weeks, and then she came back and everything was okay. After you were born, even, she had acted like nothing effected her in any way." He says.
I studied his eyes, trying to see if he was lying or not. It didn't seem like he was. "My mother was a…complex person. She hid things very well, including the fact that I had a sister." I say, with a little hurt in the last part.
"The only one that can help you there is your mother."
"Well how do you expect me to talk to her? She's dead, remember? She saved your life and died in the process."
He bites at the inside of his mouth and looks at me sternly, "I know that, dearie. But there is a way to talk to her."
"How?" I ask.
"I'm not going to tell you. Maybe when you can come to me without losing your temper, we'll discuss it."
"Rumple…" Belle says softly from behind him.
He turns around quickly, "Belle? I'm not letting her off. She always does this, it's time for her to learn." He states.
She tilts her head over, "Do it for her daughter, Rumple. Her daughter could be in danger."
"Why should I care?" He says, becoming frustrated, "She is the daughter of my student and of a thief that has stolen from me. I'm not telling them anything."
Belle walks up to Rumple, extending her hand to him, "Rumple, please…" She begs softly, her eyes were sparkling.
I roll my eyes at all of this mush. I cross my arms over my stomach and tilt my head over, waiting for this to move on.
"He's a thief, Belle. He stole from me! He doesn't deserve my help!"
"He stole for his son to be born, Rumple! Don't you understand?" Belle replies, sounding more frantic and hopeful. "His wife was sick, he needed magic to save her. You were a dark man…you wouldn't have helped him. He had to do it for his son…for his wife."
I tense a little and straighten up at the talk of his wife. I had only met her once, long before she was with child. I bit at my cheek, holding my tongue back.
"You're missing the point, Belle. He's still a thief and he still owes me." Rumple snaps back, now trying to walk out of the way.
"He is not a thief, Rumplestiltskin! He was doing it out of his heart, something you apparently wouldn't know about." I say.
He continues walking away. Out of instinct, I thrust my hand forward and grab him from walking any further. He puts his hands up to break my hold, but it didn't work. He looks down at the floor frantically, struggling to loosen my grip on him. My magic was more powerful than his.
"Let me go! You're not helping your cause!" He shouts, still wriggling to try to get out of my hands.
I let my grip go, but he stayed in the air.
"Let me go!" He yells again.
"I did!" I shout back, worry in my voice. He was still held in the air, but I let go of him. I looked around the room to see if someone else was here, but it was definitely coming from me. "What's going on?!" I shout frantically.
He twists himself around to look back at me, seeing that my hands weren't holding him up now. "Focus, Regina." He says, becoming calmer. He sounded like the teacher I once knew. "Focus on the floor, focus on me. Focus on me on the floor. Focus on my feet sticking to the ground."
I shut my eyes and did as he told me to, my body felt like it was shaking from it all. Finally, I heard a thud. I opened my eyes and looked up at him, laying on the ground. "Rumple…" I say nervously. I then stop and furrow my brow, "See? I couldn't control it!" I say.
He looks at me and gets up with the help of Belle. He stands on the ground and starts to walk towards me, but to his dismay, his feet were glued to the ground. "What did you do?!" He yells.
I shrug, "I guess you shouldn't have said, 'sticking to the ground'." I say innocently.
He waves his hand over his feet, his magic was working on this now, "I guess you really do need Cora's help."
"Yes. I told you I did." I snap, crossing my arms again. Robin just simply lays his hand on my back, assuring me that it was all okay.
Gold's eyes wandered nervously around the room, "Fine. I'll tell you. But you can only do this once, as it's bad for you and it can mess with the realms. It can also mess with your spirit…as well as your child's." He says, nodding his head at my stomach.
I wrap my arms around my stomach nervously and look down. My child's soul? What could possibly be so powerful to do such a thing? I thought about it in silence for a few moments, then remembered that my out-of-control magic could hurt her as well. "Yes. I need to contact her." I say, looking up at him slowly.
Robin grips my shoulder with his hand nervously. I took a deep breath in. This what was going to either kill us all or save us all. I just had to listen to Rumple's instructions…it would all be okay. It'll all be okay.
:O OH. EM. GEEEEEEEE! What?! How are they going to even contact Cora? :O Guys…this is getting real. Lol. And scary. And omg just too flippin' exciting :D
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G.