Just learning to fly

Chapter 2

It was the next day and Henry was lying on his belly is his room at his Mom's house. He was flipping through the storybook, looking for a specific story. It wasn't a very happy story. In fact, if his Mother even knew that that story was even in his book, she would probably forbid him from reading it. She might even tear it out just so that she could ensure that he never saw such a dark time in her life. She would tell him that it was the worst decision she had ever made in her life. And that was saying something, considering she used to be called The Evil Queen.
His mouth turned upward into a smile as he found the story he was looking for. It was of a young, vengeful Queen who, in a desperate attempt to not let her Mother control yet another aspect of her life, had cursed her own body so that she could never bear a child of her own.
Henry wondered why his ten-year old self could not have stumbled upon this story instead of all of the other stories that never shared the Queen's perspective. They only ever showed the Princess's. Except for this one. It was as if it was a last ditch effort from the Author to try and make people see things from her point of view.
Henry smiled, finding the name of the potion that Regina had used to curse herself within it's very pages. He might just have enough ink to left to finish the job. He lifted his pen and began to write.

Meanwhile, Regina and Robin had been having a very important discussion downstairs, oblivious to Henry's activities upstairs.
"Robin, we've been over this before", an obviously distraught Regina tried to explain, "I don't care who this baby's Mother is, I don't care that they won't be my biological child! I want to raise them as if they were my own. Besides, it's not like I will get another chance to be a Mother and I miss having a baby in the house!"
"What do you mean you won't get another chance to be a Mother?", a confused Robin asked, "Do you not want more children? I know that we have not discussed it, but I thought that you would love to have your own, biological child."
Regina saw the hurt that he was trying so hard to hide. He was doing a good job, too. The only thing that gave him away was his eyes. She took a deep breath in before looking him straight in the eyes and stating, "I can't have children."
"What?" He asked, not quite sure that he had heard her correctly.
"I can't have children." She repeated, this time accidentally letting a single tear run down her face, letting him know that what she had said was true.
He closed the distance between them, cradling her face in his hands. "Then we don't need another child.", He told her, "Zelena's new baby will our perfect little family complete.
She looked up at him with tear streaked eyes. "Do you really think so?" She practically whispered.
"I know so." He told her, kissing her passionately.

Meanwhile, at the Asylum, Zelena pouts in her cell.
She ran her hand absentmindedly over the small bump that gave her her last advantage over the perfect little Lockesly family.
She frowned lost in thought when she realized she could no longer feel the bump beneath her hand. Franticly, her hands flew over her abdomen, trying desperately to find what was not there. She screamed in frustration, jumping off of the bed and running over to the bars of her prison, rapping her hands around the thick bars. Whatever Regina had planned this time, she would make sure that her Sister did not succeed. After all, Wicked always wins.