No More Happy Endings

Death

Regina

Oh my lord he's dead. I couldn't comprehend that this stupid, annoying, idiotic, pirate was dead, and no matter how irritating he was, he was my friend and was the closest thing to a turned villain that I had. I tried my best to block Henry from the gruesome images that I knew all too well, the images of sacrifice and heartache, thank god he wasn't around when I had to undo Daniel, because that was something he did not need to see, the uncontrollable sobbing, the way your emotions betrayed your very mind, how they had a mind of their own.

Emma screamed and wailed as she clawed away at her mother, trying to chase after the morticians who took her love away. Snow who had her feet firmly planted tried her best to contain her daughter, who at the moment was trying everything in her power to get the dead corpse of her love back.

"Emma." I said quietly, finally releasing Henry to approach his other mother. She started shaking and her crying reached a whole new octave, the sound of agony ripping through her chest. Snow gave me a pleading look to try and talk some sense into her daughter, which under normal circumstances I would have no issue doing, but she was grieving, so I walked closer and gently pried her hands off of her mother and let her collapse into me, Robin came up behind me and carefully rubbed circles on her back. Her tears soaked my blouse through, sending a trail of tears down my arm. I sighed and snapped my fingers, making us arrive in her large house, away from the public eye, where she could properly grieve.

Robin and I sat her down on the couch in between us and then after a while of nothing, we decided to go home, I sent a quick text to Snow telling her that Emma was safe but that they should probably come and watch her.

"Oh my god, that was horrible, is this something you all deal with on a daily basis?" Robin asked setting his bow and arrow in the umbrella holder, I sighed and nodded, raking my fingers through my hair hastily. "Yep. When it's not one, it's the other." I said pulling out a pot for dinner. He just nodded and started helping me until I heard the sound that I hadn't gotten use to, a baby. Robin immediately tried to quickly clean his hands from the raw egg and meat concoction that he was making, but I just sighed and put the pan away.

"I got her." I said wiping my hands off on my skirt. "No Regina, that's okay, she's not your responsibility." He said obviously feeling bad, I just gave a trying smile and continued walking up the stairs.

The little girl was screaming frantically in her crib, furious that she wasn't being tend to, similar to her mother. No, this was a baby, she was her own person. I carefully picked up the little pink bundle and carefully rocked her in my arms, trying to remember how tiny and fragile babies could be. She really was beautiful, her little patch of brown hair under her cap reminded me of Robin thank god, if my niece sprouted curly red ringlets I would have gone insane over bottling up my annoyance over my sister. But her hair was brown and she was gorgeous. She instantly fell asleep in my arms and snuggled into my arm, making a warm and fuzzy feeling in my chest, but resurfacing the dull ache that came with the knowledge that I could never truly have this.

"I'm sorry Regina. I truly am." I spun around and saw Robin standing in the doorway with a guilty look on his face, I started to speak but he shook his head and held up his hand. "No, before none of my mistakes seemed real, but now I have a daughter, whom I love with all of my heart, but I have this baggage, the manipulation in her conception, my weakness that I showed after we left, it was awful, and now I have this baby whom I am suppose to love, which I do, but I can't look at her without thinking about your pain, and how you deserve much better than me." He said hanging his head low, I walked up to him and brushed his cheek, sitting next to him with his daughter in my arms.

"Robin, this is your daughter, and as her father it is your job to look past the painful mistakes of your past, the way my sister manipulated you, how this all happened, and love her, she deserves your full, guilt-free love. This child was brought into the world in a quite unorthodox way, but it is still our job to make sure that she has a family. That is my only concern, she is a part of our family and I will love her just as much as Henry and Roland." I said looking down at the baby who latched onto my finger.

"Thank you Regina, I don't think I'd be able to do it alone." He whimpered, kissing his baby on the head, she squirmed at his scruffy face and I saw her face scrunch in a crying emotion. I quickly placed my pinky in her mouth which immediately soothed her. "Lesson number one, don't do that." I said chuckling, he turned bright red and nodded, a questioning look on his face.

"Regina, I think you should name her." He said sweetly, I looked up with a shocked expression and then back down at the squirming baby girl in my arms who snuggled down into the crook of my elbow, I smiled and lifted her so I was staring at her directly.

"Christina Camille Locksley." I said rocking her gently, Robin smiled and kissed my head before scooping Christina out of my hands. "Hey, I want to hold my daughter too." He chuckled, I smiled and stood up, dusting my pants off.

"Well I have to go make a stop, I will be back soon." I said sighing before I left the unfinished room.

"Swan." I said quietly walking into the large house, David was sleeping soundly on the sofa while Snow sat with bloodshot eyes at the counter. "She's not sleeping, I barely got her to eat some crackers, but I don't know what to do." She cried, dropping her face into her hands, I sighed and set my purse down, taking a seat next to the younger woman.

"Snow, there isn't a lot you can do, your daughter is grieving, she just lost the love of her life by her own hand. That is an unimaginable pain that takes a person a while to deal with." I said raising my eyebrow, she looked up and rubbed her hands up and down her face, the stress building up in her eyes.

"But she's hurting." She said flinging her hands out in frustration, I nodded and took her hand, trying to console her in the best way I could.

"She is, but you can't take it away, you can be with her and love her, but you can't take it all." I tried to explain, she just sniffled and nodded, tears falling down her face. "How do you know this?" She asked, I sighed and took out a tissue and wiped her face from her tears.

"Years of practice."

This is super short but I'm still sorting things out! Please vote and comment!!