Authors note: I want to thank all of you for the kind responses to this story, so here's another chapter, enjoy ;)

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It's been a week since the strange woman had stopped by to first insult and then slap her in the face. The woman who was apperantly her now dead boyfriend's wife, because of course, why not? Emma sighed to herself as she touched her cheek as if the painful sting was still present. She then chuckled softly, this wasn't even the strangest thing to have ever happend to her.

Emma knew that normally, she would be furious to have been called a slut only to be hit in the face afterwards. It's was kind of overkill if you asked her. But now, now she wasn't even feeling the slightest hint of anger. Which was unusual to say the least. Normally she would be the one to smash a beer bottle over ones head if they so much as insulted her.

No, instead of feeling raging anger towards the woman she felt a nagging in her stomach. Guilt. An emotion that was rare to Emma Swan. And even though she really wanted to blame it all on Peter for leading her on while he had a pregnant wife at home, the feeling just wouldn't go away.

Guilt.

God, how she hated it.

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~ Six months ago ~

"Peter, do you really need to go?" Regina whined as she placed a soft lingering kiss on his lips. She pulled back, but kept her arms wrapped around his neck.

"Yes, darling. I'm sorry." He said as he placed another kiss on her plump lips, smiling as he did so.

"Fine." Regina huffed. "But before you go, I have to tell you something." She said with a grin, her arms looped tighter around is neck as she stood on her tiptoes.

"Oh?" He said while raising his dark eyebrows. "What is it?"

She leaned forward so her mouth was close to his ear. Her breath felt deliciously warm in the crisp morning air.

"I'm pregnant." She whispered softly and then pulled back, waiting for his reaction while biting her lower lip between her pearling white teeth. She'd been so anxious to tell him. After Henry, he had been reluctant about having another child so it was not as if they had been trying. Regina had been just as surprised as Peter must certainly feel right now.

But to her relief his face broke out in a grin. "Really?! That's amazing!" He laughed and picked her up so he could spin her around before putting her back on the ground.

"Now I really don't want to go."

"Then don't."

"Regina." He sighed softly. "You know I have to."

"Yes, I know, you're right."i

"Where's my little boy, I want to say goodbye to him."

Regina smiled. "Henry's in the kitchen."

Peter nodded and walked into the kitchen to see the little four year old brunet boy sitting on the ground, coloring a bear - or what should be a bear - with a blue crayon.

"Daddy!" He screamed as his little hands reached for his father. "Look whats I made." He said with a proud grin on his face.

Peter bend down down to pick his son up. "Very good, Henry." He said softly as Henry's little hands grabbed the collar of his shirt, still grinning about his creation.

"Do you really have to gow, daddy?" Henry asked while looking up with the big brown eyes that he had inherited from his mother. Peter looked down at his son and then looked up to Regina, silently asking for help about how to answer.

"Yes, Henry. But daddy will be back before you know it." Regina said as she reached for her son.

Peter shot his wife a grateful smile as he placed Henry in her arms. He gave her a quick peck on the lips before grabbing his suitcase and walking to the front door, followed by Regina and Henry.

"Take care of yourself and the little one, alright." Peter said as he kissed both his wife and his son on the forehead. "I love you."

"I love you too, darling" she said lovingly as she nudged the little boy in her arms to say goodbye to his father.

"Love you, daddy!"

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~ Seven days ago ~

Tears blurred her vision when Regina stepped out of the apartment building. Her hand was stinging from the force of the slap she had delivered to the blonde woman's cheek. Adrenaline was coursing through her veins.

Once she reached her black Mercedes, she quickly got in. The cold leather felt comforting against her warm hands as she grabbed the steering wheel tightly. The tears that have been stinging her eyes ever since the blonde Swan woman had opened her door, finally broke lose. Droplets of salt liquid streamed down her cheeks and smuged her make up. All those horrors she's been through for the last month all came flooding out along with the traitorous tears.

It was a relief to finally cry, really cry. Not the soft sobbing what she did in her bed at night, keeping quiet so as not to wake Henry but the harsh, guy-wrenching screams that made her feel so much better. Her muscles suddenly lost all their strength and she dropped her limp hands in her lap. A smacking noise filled the car as her hands connected with the fabric of her black maternity slacks. Regina brought her hands to her large stomach and rubbed it in soothing circles.

Regina was feeling all sorts of emotions and the pregnancy hormones were certainly not making it any easier. Betrayal was the strongest one of all. Her husband, whom she had been married to for seven years, the father of her children, had cheated on her with some blonde skank he met on a business trip. It was ironical that if Peter hadn't died, she would've never found out.

As if telling your four year old son that his father died isn't bad enough. No, instead she had to find out that he cheated on her too.

It turns out that life really is a bitch.

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"Mommy you're home again!" Henry yelled as he ran towards his mother as fast as his little legs could carry him.

Regina had just closed the door behind her, hoping that - even though it sounded terrible - that Henry would be fast asleep already. She was exhausted and being pregnant only tired her out more, the long trip back to Storybrooke had taken up most of her energy and now she had to deal with a hyperactive four year old.

"Hello Henry." She said with a tired smile as she bend down to pick the little boy up. Katherine came walking into the foyer.

"Hey, Regina. I'm sorry, this little guy here didn't want to go to sleep until you were home." She said with a smile.

"Oh, it's fine dear." Regina said as she shot the blonde a genuine smile. "I will just put him to bed then."

"Sure." Katherine nodded. "I'll go put on some tea."

Regina slowly got up the stairs, Henry securely placed on her hip. Henry's room was mostly blue, with some white stripes here and there. His bed was placed against the wall, right where his crib used to be. She set the boy down and Henry immediatly went to his bed.

When Regina was done tucking him in, she placed a kiss on his forehead and straightened up again. "Goodnight Henry." She said softly.

"Goodnight, mommy." The young boy said as he buried his face in his pillow, his eyes were already closed as sleep finally took him.

She made sure to snap the nightlight on as she left the room and made her way downstairs again. Katherine was already sitting on the couch, two mugs of tea were placed on the table. Regina smiled softly, her friend really was a treasure.

"So how was Boston?" Katherine asked as Regina kicked off her heels and sat down on the couch. She handed the tired brunette a mug of the steaming liquid and raised an eyebrow in question.

"Well, I found her." Regina said as she took a sip of the scolding tea, reveling in the way it burned her throat a little. "And then I called her a slut and slapped her in the face."

Katherine couldn't contain the hearty laugh and it escaped in the nearly silent living room. "The mayor of Storybrooke slapped a random woman in the face?! This is hilarious."

"Well she wasn't really a random woman, now was she?" Regina's voice turned bitter and Katherine immediatly dropped her smile.

"No she wasn't." Katherine said softly as she reached forward to grab Regina's hand. "How are you holding up?"

"I don't know." The brunette said with a sigh. "I'm managing, for Henry. I can't break down in front of him even though I really want to sometimes. I need to be strong for him... and for her." She said softly as she rubbed her enlarged stomach. "I'm very conflicted. I want to hate Peter for cheating on me, but I still love him. He was my husband, he was my support and he gave me these two wonderful children."

"That's understandable, Regina. You have the right to be angry at him, just as much as you have the right to be angry with that Swan person. Just remember that I'm here for you, just a street away."

"Thank you, Katherine." Regina said as she gave the blonde a watery smile.

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~ Present ~

Emma sighed as she found out that her beer bottle was yet again empty. It sort off symbolized her life a little. If you drink too generous, it would be empty quickly, but if you take your time you could really enjoy it.

Oh god. Emma inwardly groaned. I've sunken to the point where I'm comparing beer bottles with life.

She eyed the three empty bottles with disdain. It didn't matter how much she drank, the guilt was still eating away at her, which was weird because it wasn't even her fault that the bastard cheated on his pregnant wife with her.

But still... Emma Swan knew better than just to trust a smooth talking guy. She should've known better. Dammit.

And now that Regina woman was alone, pregnant, and with another child apparently. Maybe if Emma could just apologize, the feeling would go away. She tried to remember the name of the town Peter had once mentioned. Str- no, ston- nope. It was something like a storybook... Storybrooke!

She still didn't know if it was the alcohol talking. But it seems like Emma Swan was going to Storybrooke.

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