This is gonna be Regina and her kids relationship over several years. The years are for how old Roland is.
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Age: 5
"Where's daddy?" The unfamiliar feeling of fear blossomed in Regina as she heard Roland's cracking voice as he ran towards her. She had to admit Roland was doing well, considering he'd just watched his father get kidnapped by a flying tree.
Regina scooped the boy up and felt him clinging to her; she was his distress support and he was hers.
"Is the monster coming back to get me?" He asked.
"No, it's not coming back." She looked around at the camp. All the Merry Men, who were helping sort out the various supplies when they'd all heard Roland scream, were setting up patrols to go into the woods.
"Do you know why the monster isn't coming back? Because I'm gonna find it, just like the monkey."
Age: 11
Regina heard crying coming from her youngest son's room as she went to make breakfast. She pads down to his room, finding Roland sprawled across his bed. The light fell across his body, landing on his messy brown curls.
Regina hears his breath pick up until he sounds like he's running from something.
Regina pads down and is making some eggs and toast when she feels a body collide with hers, arms wrapped around her waist.
"Mom" Roland's sleepy voice sounded relieved to find her in the kitchen. Setting the dishes down and returning the hug, she asked
"Bad dream, Ro?"
"Mhm." He sighed contentedly. She hands him a plate of food; "Here. Food."
"Ro, come sit with me." Hunter squeals as her older brother comes to sit next to her. Regina laughs, seeing her the love between the siblings; in their shared mops of curly hair and giggles.
Age: 18
"I hate you. Your not my real mom, and you can't order me around."
Roland's yell and the sound of the door slamming shut echoes through the quiet house. Regina, as frustrated as she is, remains sitting on the chaise lounge; her hands tingling as she clenched and un-clenched fists.
A timid knock came from the other side of the closed door. She'd sent Hunter up to her room, the twelve year old probably knew that there was going to be shouting.
"Mom?" Regina could tell Hunter had been listening. She didn't wait until her mom calmed down; Regina doesn't even hear the door open, but pretty soon Hunter is next to her, lying her head in her mother's lap - as she'd done when she was small. Her curls spread across regina's legs. Hunter knew Roland just needed to blow it off in the woods; he was just like their dad.
"When's Daddy getting home?" She says, to distract her mom from herself.
"Soon, my little princess. Soon."
