Longish A/N: So sorry for the lengthy delay posting. I've been unexpectedly busy with life. If you haven't reached adulthood yet I highly recommend that you avoid it at all cost. ;) This is a prompt from a lovely guest that wanted Zelena to undo the potion. I do apologize if you feel that I completely went in a different direction, but this is where my mind and heart took me.

Thank you for reading, reviewing, following, and favoriting. You guys are awesome. I'm losing steam with the finale stories so after this I think I'm just going to give in, throw my hat in the ring of the other fabulous "moonlight walks" and move on to other stories. Stephbezy, your prompt for protective Henry will be incorporated into that so please stay tuned.

Also, I just joined tumblr so I could get at all these delicious prompts everyone finds and have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. If someone would take pity on me I would greatly appreciate it. restrainedubiquity is my screen name, same on AO3.

Her heels clicked loudly against the concrete floor and with every echo she wished herself further and further away. This was the last place Regina wanted to be right now, but this was inevitable; a new part of her life that she was trying to embrace. She'd made sure her family was safe: Henry, Robin, Roland. All her boys had come away relatively unscathed from the Author's manipulative world although Robin's composure broke a little each time their eyes met. She knew her Thief still saw her eyes close for the last time with each glance they shared. She also knew he hadn't had the time to process everything he had endured.

It had only been hours, a day at most, since she flew into his arms and turned his word upside down. When he finally left her side to take Roland back to the camp, Regina knew it was time to check on her sister. She did it for Robin. That's what she told herself. So he could have the peace of mind that his child was still safe and growing inside of her vile sister.

She was lost in her thoughts when she walked directly into Dr. Whale. "Madame Mayor, you're late," Whale quipped as he stepped around her. "Mother and child are both fine. There's no need for you to stay."

"I'd like to see for myself, if you don't mind." Regina continued around him. She had come this far and wasn't about to turn back now.

"It's your town, Your Majesty," Whale dismissed her cynicism.

"Victor," Regina grabbed his arm to stop him. "Thank you for checking on them. I'm sure you had more important things to do." It wasn't like her to show her gratitude, but it was like the person she was trying desperately to be: someone that people respected rather than feared.

"You're welcome. And Regina, I'm sorry for all of this," he waved his hand in the air between them encompassing the situation Regina found herself in.

"It's not ideal, but…" she trailed off.

"It is," Whale finished for her.

"Exactly." Regina took the remaining steps to Zelena's cell door. She waited until Whale was in the elevator before lowering the shield and entering the room.

"Look you made scientist freak, I told you I was fine! The baby is fine! I don't need any more tests!" Zelena stared out the small window, her back to the door. Nothing was going according to plan. This baby was never supposed to have happened; Regina certainly wasn't supposed to risk it all to blow her cover; her sister wasn't supposed to have everything she needed while Zelena was locked in this disgusting room, stripped of magic, and being subjected to Frankenstein's medical whims.

"You'll have whatever tests Doctor Whale deems necessary," Regina answered as the door sealed behind her, seeming to hear her sister's thoughts.

Zelena smirked at her sister's voice, but left her back to her. "Did he send you?" she asked. Zelena thought for a moment she may still be able to destroy her sister's happiness, although in truth, her vengeance had lost its momentum.

"No," Regina admitted. That got Zelena's attention and she turned arms wrapped around her middle. "But he'll want to know his child is alright after everything that's happened and I'd like to be able to tell him with certainty."

"She's fine," Zelena spat. "You can go."

"She?" Regina knew it was too soon for Whale to be able to tell her the child's gender; she also knew that there was no need for Zelena to justify her knowledge. Even with her magic suppressed, Zelena felt the connection to her child. Regina allowed herself a moment to accept that she would never have that feeling. "I'll let Robin know." She turned to go. That should have been it. She'd gotten the information she came for, seen Zelena's condition for herself, then why was she moving in slow motion toward the door?

"He chose you," her sister's words stopped Regina's slow retreat. "Even there. Even when he didn't have the faintest clue who you were. He chose you. Again." Zelena laughed to herself. "Still." There was something different to her sister's voice. It was defeated and almost sincere. Regina turned but didn't move any closer. "If it hadn't worked; if you hadn't been all heroic with your magical blood…"

"He would have chosen me," Regina interrupted, but without the vile sneer she reserved especially for her sister. Saying it aloud forced the queen to truly hear it. Robin was her soulmate; he would always choose her. As cliché as that still sounded to her ears her heart knew it was true. She knew he loved her, but to choose her, to choose to throw himself and his child into her complicated life was something entirely different. It was a feeling she never thought she'd have: being chosen for who she was not for who someone wanted her to be.

"A corpse." Zelena snorted, puling Regina back to the present. "You died in the dirt! It was our wedding day and he wouldn't have noticed me if I had lit myself on fire!"

"What's your point, Zelena?" Regina was beginning to regret not being hastier in her retreat. She'd had enough of her sister, of everyone, destroying her happiness at every turn.

Zelena was silent as looked intently at the bare wall opposite her. She could feel Regina's hardened gaze on her, but didn't trust herself to meet it. She'd blame the hormones for the tears that prickled in her eyes because the Wicked Witch would never shed a tear; certainly not in front of the woman that took everything, that was still taking everything. "He loves you," she finally said and couldn't hide the hitch in her voice. "I didn't that was possible for us." Zelena leaned back against the wall, patting the space next to her for Regina to join. She rolled her eyes when the queen stood her ground. "What am I possibly going to do to you in here?"

After several long seconds and an internal battle of wills, the brunette relented and sat on the edge of the bed as far away from her sister as physically possible. They stayed there, silent, assessing each other and the way fate had brought them back together. Every so often Regina's eyes darted to Zelena's stomach, to the child that already had a place in her heart. "You can't have children, can you?" Zelena finally broke the silence. She saw every part of Regina tense from her words.

"I made a choice a long time ago and I'll live with the consequences." Regina answered too quickly and in a way that told her sister that was all she would ever say about the issue. "Besides, as I said before, I have a child. Two in fact."

Zelena nodded and stared down at her hands wrapped around her abdomen. "Three," she whispered. It took a moment for her to meet Regina's eyes. When she did the queen's were boring into her, glistening with tears she would never let fall in present company. "Does it matter to you that none of them are yours?"

"No," Regina said honestly. "I loved Henry the moment I saw him. More than I thought any one person was capable of loving. And Roland…Well, you've met Roland."

"He's an ungrateful little brat," Zelena blurted out, but looked away quickly.

"That you cared for for months? I don't buy it, Greenie. If you hated that child he would have had some unfortunate accident the moment you left Storybrooke." Regina shivered at the thought of any harm coming to that little boy. "I suppose I should thank you for keeping him safe." She saw Zelena nod, but the witch still looked away.

"Will you love her? Even if she's a part of me? After everything I've put the both of you through?" It was the simplest question Regina had ever been asked.

"Yes," she answered easily.

"What if she's like me? Like us?" Zelena's composure was shattering. Blame the hormones, the stress, and the fact that at some point she would just have to admit to herself that she was scared.

"Evil and Wicked?" Regina supplied, trying to alleviate some of the tension growing around them.

"Exactly." Zelena finally gave in to the tears.

"She won't be," Regina told her sister with absolute certainty. When puffy blue eyes finally met her own, Regina scooted closer. "We're broken, Zelena. Hopefully not beyond repair, but we are both broken. Cora destroyed us because she was heartless and cruel and couldn't see anything beyond her own selfish desires. "But this baby," she placed her hands over Zelena's and couldn't help the smile that spread across her face as she felt the child's magic resonating through. "This baby will be loved every second of her life. That I can promise you."

"Right," Zelena hastily wiped away her tears. "Well at least that thief of yours makes cute kids. I'd hate to have to visit an ugly child."

Regina pulled her hand away and rose from the bed. The moment was over and both women were thankful for it. It was too soon, the wound too fresh. Zelena's wasn't yet sorry for the pain she had caused and Regina was nowhere near ready to forgive. "I'll see you at the next ultrasound. Let the guard know if she needs anything before that." Regina was careful with her words. Her sister was a prisoner, but the life she had inadvertently created was innocent, vibrant, and a promise at a new start for them all.

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