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The brunette picked up the next flower and inhaled deeply as she took in its scent. She always tended to firstly experience a plant's odor. A balsamic, suave and honey-like fragrance came from the white plant. The bloomer had six petals, overlapping each other at the base and thus formed a trumpet-shaped flower. It was rather beautiful but to Regina its scent was pure perfection. It was so sweet and heavy floral but yet not too obtruding. Its fragrance was simply enjoyable and sent a shiver through the brunette's body.

She googled for the flower and once a specific meaning had caught her attention; her dark eyes slammed shut for a moment.

"I dare you to love me."

A familiar and husky voice spoke up. It belonged to herself.

Chapter 6

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The brunette stood in the midst of her bedroom in her former kingdom as she looked at the blonde-haired Savior. Emma wore a green flax linen tunic, who perfectly accented the color of her eyes. Regina took the other woman's hands in her own as she repeated her words.

"I dare you to love me."

Regina blinked a few times and stared at the lily in front of her. The fingers of her right hand gently touched her lips as she whispered the sentence that she had told the blonde, feeling the warmth of it.

"I dare you to love me."

What did that even mean? The former Evil Queen didn't want to become crazy about a woman, she barely knew and especially the woman that was the only one able to break the brunette's curse. However, why should Regina just see this for no apparent reason? It had to mean something and it was maybe connected to magic.

The ringing of the doorbell made her head snap up and look away from the flower. Regina immediately moved to the counter and sat down on a small chair behind it. To receive clients was one of her jobs now and the more than unsettling and confusing thoughts wouldn't affect her working abilities.

A rather old woman who held the hand of a little brown-haired boy marched into the shop. As soon as they were in, the kid walked over to the counter. His green-brown orbs instantly stared at the white bloomer in the brunette's hands and a smile grazed his face as he tried to examine the plant. He could barely look over the counter because of its height but he still managed to somehow use his small arms to heave his weight up there.

The brunette chuckled lightly at the young boy's action. Regina instantly stood up from her chair and made her way to him. Once she was beside him, he quickly got off the counter and locked eyes with her. Regina kneeled down in front of the boy and held out the white bloomer so that he could take in the scent.

"How does this smell to you, darling?"

A husky voice purred and the brown-haired child's grin increased even more. He leaned forward and closed his eyes as he inhaled deeply. When he was seemingly done, he opened his green-brown orbs again and giggled happily.

"Like mom."

The brunette furrowed her brow for a moment but smiled back at him nonetheless. The warmth in heart that had immediately settled down wasn't deniable. She couldn't place the feeling that she had seen the boy somewhere before.

"Is that your mom?" Regina said as she pointed to the grey-haired woman, who was definitely too old to be his mother.

The little guy chuckled at her question and moved closer to the brunette so that he could whisper into her ear.

"My mom's on a honey boon or something. That's my nanny." He pointed to the older lady, still standing at the entrance and looking at several flowers near the glass front.

The brunette had to immediately grin widely at the cuteness of the little boy. However, something told her that this was indeed the son of the Savior. This wasn't at all what she had signed up for. Getting the Savior with a child and without her husband to Storybrooke seemed like an unmanageable task. Regina needed to quickly come up with something new and improved but she had no clue with what exactly.

"So what is your name, little fellow?"

He smiled back at her, showing his white teeth and mumbled silently.

"Mom says that I shouldn't talk to strangers."

Regina chuckled lightly at his response, especially because of the fact that he was already speaking with her.

"Well, dear, I am Regina." The brunette shook his little hand before she continued, a wicked smile grazing her face and a spark twinkling in her eyes.

"I assume I'm not a stranger anymore, am I?"

The brown-haired boy giggled a little and grinned at Regina broadly as he replied.

"I'm Henry."

Regina's eyes immediately closed once the name made its way to her ears.

"Henry?"

The blonde said as she eyed her dark-haired lover, who stood at the other end of a bedroom… the same bedroom, she had already been in so many times by then.

"I would love that." Regina replied as tears of joy filled her eyes and she moved over to the other woman.

The brunette's dark orbs opened and she looked into the worried gaze of the little boy. He smiled as she seemed to have regained her posture, even if she seemed to somehow be sad.

"Your mother's name is Emma, isn't it?" Regina spoke up silently, afraid of something she couldn't determine.

"Yeah. You know her?" Henry looked at her happily when he gave his response.

"You could say so."

The only thing the brunette thought about in that moment was her father. She missed him with every ounce of her being and his death still remained a mystery to her… It was like a blank page in her memory, something someone had forgotten to record. Maybe it was better this way. It would lessen the pain of not having him anymore.

Regina quickly forgot her thoughts once the brown-haired boy spoke up again, a sheepish smile settling down on his cute face.

"You know, nanny and me are here for a reason."

The brunette smirked at Henry and quirked an eyebrow before she responded.

"Well, what is it that you need, dear?"

"Your help and your flowers." The boy explained as he eyed the brunette intently, his voice as serious as that of an undercover agent.

Regina suppressed a chuckle before her facial expression became stern as well and she spoke up.

"Okay, love. What shall I do?"

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