A/N: Thanks to all those who reviewed/followed/favourited! I wrote another chapter for you! Please keep commenting on my progress, as this is my first story! These reviews make my day! I also am looking for a beta if anyone wants to volunteer. I noticed some mistakes in my last chapter, and I have changed them. Thanks again!

Chapter 2

Regina just stared at the blonde, remembering their interaction earlier that day in the hospital bathroom. These coincidences couldn't get any more shocking today. Not only was Henry's birth mother in Boston and close to the hospital, but she actually worked there as well. This was all just too much for one day. As she stared, she noticed that the woman had Henry's eyes, a nice emerald green that could be seen for miles. The long blonde waves were no longer in the ponytail she had seen previously in the day, but were now hanging loosely, if not haphazardly. Regina most likely chose to visit this woman right after her shift, since her apple-patterned scrubs were still apparent. Quickly, she snapped out of her daze and spoke.

"Are you Miss Swan?" she questioned to the familiar face.

"Call me Emma. You were at the hospital earlier today right? In the bathroom? I scared you by accident."

"Yes, I believe I am," she lightly chuckled. Her tight-lipped smile hid her growing anxiety for the upcoming conversation she desperately needed to begin before she lost her courage.

"Why don't you come in? I just got home. Do you want some tea, or anything to drink?" Emma said with a sigh. She must have been tired from her work that day at the hospital.

"Thank you Miss Swan, a cup of tea would be appreciated."

Regina was grateful for these few moments between Emma heading to the kitchen, as she went to sit on the living room sofa. She went over in her mind as quick as possible how to begin such a life-changing conversation. She didn't want to alarm or shock the blonde, she just wanted her to know that her help was needed.

When Emma came back with two artisanal mugs of Earl Grey tea. The smell alone offered some comfort to Regina. While her senses began to relax, Emma spoke.

"So what can I do you, Mrs..."

"Ms. Mills. Regina Mills," she said with some trepidation. This conversation seemed much more feasible in her own mind.

"Ms. Mills, okay. So what can I do for you? Is it something about the hospital? Or did you just enjoy our earlier conversation?" Emma said with a smirk. Clearly she had no idea what was coming, or she wouldn't be acting so nonchalant.

"Not exactly. What I am about to tell you actually concerns yourself. It's quite startling news and I'm sorry to drop all of this on you and your life, but you're my only hope."

Emma stared at the brunette questioningly. Clearly this is not where she thought it was aiming for. Her eyebrows furrowed as she quickly considered what this could mean, and realized she had no idea what to expect.

"Oh...well okay. Lay it on me. I can take it."

"You gave up a baby for adoption 5 years ago here in Boston, correct?" Regina asked apprehensively.

All the blonde could do was nod. Her eyes were wide-eyed in shock and remained fixed on the brunette. It was a memory that remained in her mind every day since she started working at the children's hospital.

"Well I am here to tell you that I was the one who adopted him. His name is Henry and he is very sick. He's actually at the hospital you work at. It took me this long to find you since the records on Henry's biological parents were sealed because of the closed adoption. The reason I am telling you this is because Henry has leukaemia, and his chemotherapy treatments can only do so much to help him. The doctor recommended the possibility of a stem cell transplant, but because I knew nothing of his biological family, I didn't know what to do. I took the liberty of getting tested myself today, but I won't get the results for a while and it's highly unlikely I will be a donor match.

"What I'm trying to say, is that I would like to ask you about your and your family. Do you have any brothers or sisters, or other children, that could help Henry in any way? If we could get them tested, there could be a chance that Henry could get this transplant and have less reliance on the chemotherapy. He's only a little boy, and the drugs take so much out of him."

Emma still sat there, eyes fixed on the brunette. It was safe to say she was in shock. She thought about that little boy everyday and what it would have been like to have him in her life. Now she sees this boy's mother right in front of her. This Ms. Mills seemed proper, probably have a high-ranking job, and very concerned about the boy's health. Henry, what an old name, Emma thought to herself. She was snapped out of her daze when Regina spoke again.

"I'm sorry to put all of this on you. I understand if this is hard for you, I had no intentions of bringing Henry in to your life, but these are dire circumstances and I'm just worried about Henry getting better." Regina stared at the blonde with watery eyes. This was not a way to create sympathy, but she really did tear up at the mention of Henry' illness quite often. Her mayoral mask was disintegrating the longer Henry was sick.

Emma finally had the ability to speak. "No, it's ok. You want him to get better, and that's my job anyways at the hospital. Unfortunately, I can't help much with the family history part. My parents gave me up when I was born, and as far as I know, I have no brothers or sisters. I know as little about my own family as you know about Henry's, honestly."

Regina sighed. She knew that was a possibility that she may not learn much from this encounter, but she still had hope that it could shed some new light on how Henry got sick, or if there was anyone who could help him.

"I see," Regina nodded slowly. She grabbed her knees in contemplation, while simultaneously rubbing her clammy hands on her tan-coloured tights.

"I can help in any way possible other than that, though. I mean, I do work at the hospital. I can make sure he gets all the extra care he needs, and help you out in any way I can. If you want, I can even check to see if I'm a donor? I know it may be a long shot, but it's the least I could do. You seem like a nice person, and all I wanted was for the kid to be happy. It looks like he hit the jackpot with you." Emma gave her a timid smile.

Regina gave a small smile in return. She felt relieved knowing that Emma was so thoughtful in this situation. She could have just said she wanted nothing to do with it all, but she remained kind and concerned about Henry's situation. Not to mention she felt comfort in knowing that Emma believed she was a great parent, and exactly the person she wished her child to end up with.

All of a sudden, a rush of fear overcame Regina. She forgot about the possibility of Emma wanting to now be a part of Henry's life. This was another obstacle to tackle.

"Thank you very much in your concern for Henry. Feel free to do what ever you wish to help him. I won't pressure you or anything. It would mean the world to Henry and I if there was more that could be done for his cancer. Umm... does this mean you would like to meet him, or get to know him? I'm sure you must be curious about him."

"Of course I would love to meet the kid. I just don't want to barge in on both of your lives though. I know it's a closed adoption, so for me to now be involved in your lives sounds almost invasive. I'm not planning to take him from you or anything, umm, but I would still like to see him. You don't even have to say I'm his mom or anything, that might just confuse him. I just think it would be nice to see how he turned out. Sorry I'm rambling here, I do that when I'm nervous." Emma brushed her hands through her hair and rocked her legs back in forth, waiting for a response from the brunette.

"Well, your thoughts have eased mine. I think it would be advisable for him to remain unaware of your relationship with him, as he has a hard time comprehending his own illness, let alone having another mother. You can come visit him tomorrow, since I will be with him for most of the day. He's quite the little boy, and I'm sure you will enjoy getting to know him.

"As for the testing, like I said, you can do what you wish. I won't know my results till the end of the week, but having another shot at a possible donor is always helpful. Henry just gets so weak sometimes from the chemotherapy. His hair is starting to fall out too."

Emma reached over and placed her hand onto Regina's as they rested on her knee. She gave the most reassuring gaze with those green eyes into Regina's own chocolate ones.

"I would be happy to help. I'm sure I'm one of many to help this little kid's battle."

"You're actually one of the few. I'm a single mother, and here in Boston for the time being for Henry. We're actually from Maine, in a town called Storybrooke, which I am the mayor of."

"Oh wow, I guess my first impression of you is now beaten. A mayor, huh? You must be the all-and-powerful up there. How come your citizens don't help out?"

Regina snickered in response. "Well Miss Swan, I may be all-and-powerful, but that seemed to create a sense of fear in the town rather than the desire to rush to my aid."

"Well they must be idiots, because you seem great, and you need all the help you can get, for Henry." Emma's hand still rested on the brunette's knee, as both women felt comforted by the contact.

"Well you should tell them that yourself. Anyways, I must be heading out now. I'm quite sore still from my bone marrow biopsy, and I would like to rest for the rest of the evening."

"Oh, of course. Let me show you out."

Both women stood up from their respective chairs and walked towards the doorway. Emma noticed the slow walk Regina had, and it was obvious that the back pain in combination with those heels, that she was in pain.

"So are you really doing this all on your own, I mean with helping Henry?" Emma asked.

"Well apart from the doctors, I guess I am."

"Now you have one more nurse it seems, and hopefully a new friend."

Regina gave a slight close-lipped smile. "It seems so."

As Regina went to open the door to leave, Emma spoke up.

"Hey Regina, it's my birthday today. I wished not to be alone today, and I guess my wish came true."

"I suppose it has. I will see you tomorrow Miss Swan."

Regina left and closed the door behind her. As she took the elevator to the ground floor, she kept thinking over the entire conversation she had with the blonde. She was certainly grateful for her to be involved in Henry's treatment, and hopefully things stay at this present distance, and nothing complicates her and Henry's life. Regina considered what Emma said about being friends. That seemed likely, but she didn't want to think it would be anything more than that. Sure, a friend here would be helpful to herself and to Henry, but she was never good at having one.

She continued to think everything that occurred in Miss Swan's apartment till she drove to her Boston apartment. As she drifted off to sleep later that evening, all she could picture was the blonde's pleasant smile.