Just a forewarning: I am a big Swan Queen shipper. This is my first story so no hate please! I hope you like it be sure to comment if you think of anything I missed!
"You- your Henry's birth mother?" Regina could not believe it. Her world was crumbling around her and she was helpless to prevent it. First her son was putting up walls around himself and shutting her out, then he found this woman who he claims is his birth mother. The blonde in front of her looked up at her and smiled hesitantly. "Hi. I'm Emma Swan." The blonde in front of her seemed nice, and she seemed oblivious to the fact that she was the savior, but then again looks can be deceiving.
Well, she thought to herself, this can't be worse than having to deal with that infernal Ms. Blanchard for 28 years. She put on her best mayor smile and looked at Emma. "How would you like a glass of the best apple cider you ever tasted?" What am I doing? She thought furiously to herself. She didn't want anything to do with this woman, she was supposedly the savior and was going to be her undoing, so why the hell did she just invite her inside? Part of her was hoping that the blonde would turn down her offer and just leave. In the other hand, a very small part of her wanted to get to know this Emma Swan.
Emma looked at her for a moment and Regina wondered what was going through her head. For all she knew the blonde in front of her could be a mass murderer. As she waited for Emma to reply to her question she studied her. She really was beautiful. She could see where Henry got his eyes and smile. As Regina was waiting for the beautiful blonde in front of her to reply, she started to wonder about the father. She really hoped that there wasn't one. Wait, did she just think that? What the hell was wrong with her? She should be thinking about how to destroy this woman not worry about the father of her child who she hoped was dead.
The blonde finally opened her mouth and she said "Got anything stronger?" Regina smirked. "Come right in." She turned around and led the blonde into her home.
YOU ARE READING
The Beginning
Short StoryWhat was running through Regina's head when she first met Emma? What was running through Emma's head at that exact same moment? This is my thoughts on what was running through their heads. *I own nothing except my stories*