Two years ago
Henry stole wallet from a teacher without her knowledge, an English teacher who is one of the fairies. I don't think my father is dead, but maybe he's missing. If he isn't in Storybrooke then he must be out there somewhere. I know mom has looked for him everywhere including the hospital, much to her disappointment, not a single familiar face that reminds her of dad.
He could have been poisoned and he could have woken up in the hospital. I looked back at my bedroom door, left ajar. He quickly peeked through to hear mom downstairs, multitasking as unusual, cooking and talking to someone on the phone while working on something on the laptop. I have asked several times about dad with mom, but she wouldn't give me a straight answer. All I know and the only answers mom have given me is he's alive somewhere and he's a good guy because he has good magic.
I got some time, let's look for him. It was almost nine years ago when Cora enacts the Dark Curse, so there must be news about missing people, right? Maybe he did DNA bloodwork, I mean, if no one claimed him then he'll be in the system, right?
Let's hope so, rubbing his hands before touching the keyboard, let's do this, Henry. You can find him, giving himself the prep talk. That narrows my search, 'orphan boy left dead somewhere nine years ago.'
Great, over thousands result, not helping at all. Maybe he's close by, the curse couldn't drop him somewhere in Mexico when the curse only shows up at Maine in the smallest town, so he must be somewhere in the northern states, I believe.
Adding the top five northern states to the search, and viola, he beams proudly to himself while talking to himself while typing and research his father. He sees top twenty similar news, so he clicked each one of them. One catches his eye, they couldn't find the cure to the poison to the young boy, so he was in coma for months. There was a picture of him, the cops must have given the public photo of him to find his family, but I assuming no one answered to their call.
He looked at the clock to make sure he still has time to search for his name, he searches the picture in google search, but no name pops up in the search. One thing I must do, while taking out his teacher's credit card then looking back at the door to make sure mom is not walking up the stairs. He paid the private investigator with the newspaper and photo of him on the finding parents' website.
He hurried back on the bed to read comics and partly his homework when he heard mom clicking on the steps, "Henry!"
"Yeah, mom?"
"Yes," correcting Henry and his attitude.
"Yes, mom?"
"Dinner is ready, come downstairs."
"Henry!" Regina sighed sadly as Henry ran up the stairs then slammed the door in his room. Regina tried again, followed him, knocked his door, "Henry?"
He refuses to talk the entire ride home from the diner when he spotted Charles Conrad Magnus eating his grilled cheese sandwich and talking to some girl. He begged to see his soccer game one night, hoping to talk to him. He tried to convince him about Storybrooke and being his son, but he didn't believe him then laughed at him. Today at the diner, he didn't notice him, so I am assuming he doesn't remember. I am positive he was drinking that very night, so it must be blurry night or has bits and pieces of memories. He's a teenager with raging hormones and you know how teen boys' acts around people.
I opened the door, and he's sitting on the chair with his arms crossed and his face it's like he wants to destroy that diner that moment. "He didn't remember me," he muttered silently.
I heard him just fine because this time I was listening closely when I walked into his room. "It was his big night, and probably wasn't familiar with your face. He had met so many faces, so it must be blurry memory for him."
"I told him about Storybrooke and of all places, he chose this place?!"
"Maybe that what he remembers, someone telling him about Storybrooke and that stuck in his mind," lightly shrugged and wasn't sure how to defend him, "listen Henry."
Henry stood up straight from his chair when I pulled him closer and held his hands, "Every person here has two identities, one identity is Enchanted Forest and here, but they have no memory of that identity. Each person here is both, I am both too. Regina Mills, the Queen of the White Kingdom and Regina Mills, the Mayor of Storybrooke and your mother."
"Grandmother Cora is not, through!"
"Cora is an exception."
He looked at me with his biggest earnest eyes and the desire to bond with the father, "why didn't he believe me?"
Regina inhaled and thought carefully of an answer, and he does have every chance to build relationship with him. I do want our son to spend time with him, "what if someone come up to you and say, hey, I am your dad. Would you believe him?"
"Probably not," Henry got her point but wasn't pleased anyways, "but he's here!"
"That doesn't change our situation, Henry. If there's any inkling of Magnus and Cora finds out …" she didn't want to think of that. Every step is most important and must take with extreme cautious. We kept no secrets from one another, and I learnt that in the hard way with Emma. It almost destroyed both of us. I kept a secret regarding my mother and Snow White, and how he killed Daniel. I know a lot of secrets in Charmings' family and Leopold's secrets. He almost got into fight with Leopold, but I held Emmett back. He was a good father to Snow White and he truly was, but he had a bad side.
Emmett overheard us talking one day and Emma found out he was killing some people during festivals and his so-called traditions. I tried to cover it up and make excuses for Leopold, but Emma could easily spot a liar. It is her most skill, she could tell anyone is lying even the Queen or King of Enchanted Forest.
The lie and keeping secrets from her, that's the last thing I want, and it goes same for our Henry. It took my entire being to prove myself that I am on her side and never took part of killing or taking her people and the Kingdom. I have never worked that day so hard to repair the damage with her. I didn't care about anything else but to talk to her that night. I was partly in pain when we made love when Leopold is two doors down. I had to contain and control her magic and mine while …. I'll never forget that night. It was a week after that day in cabin and she wanted to do it every night, but we couldn't. I had to wait the right time when Leopold lets me sleep alone. Some nights he has his own mistresses, or a busy night if anyone believes it.
It was that night I have fallen in love with her. I loved how he held me when he fell asleep. She was protective of me in every sense. Any movement, she's highly alert and completely aware even she's dead asleep. I can't explain, but it's like she took care of me. I loved how that felt, someone who cared and loves me as a person.
He wouldn't make a move on me unless I gave him permission. It was my decision, and she allows me to make decisions for myself. It was refreshing to have someone that doesn't tell me what to do and controls me. Every few moments here and there, he's always asking if I was okay and if he can keep going. I knew if I made any sound of pain, and he would immediately stop. He's living as sixteen years old raging hormones, and that can't be easy for him.
I looked at my son again when he's quiet and caress his cheek then kiss on top of the head, "I'll find a way, I promise."
