She's Back

Henry

Eliza

Six Months Later

"You can't still be hungover from the wedding Eliza! What the hell is going on?" Violet demanded as I hugged the basin of the toilet, my mind raced and I indeed knew exactly why I was still hungover from the wedding, despite the fact that I hadn't drank in over three weeks, and due to a slight turn of hand I was able to give the illusion that I had drank at the reception where the pirate's drink of the night had made its way around the resort hall, making me hurl every thirty minutes as the sour smell of rum filled my lungs.

"I know." I finally admitted, sitting back on the wall of the mansion, pulling my long hair back from my clammy face as Violet gently slid next to me.

"Eliza what's going on?" She asked nervously, her fruity shampoo making me nauseated. "Sweetie can you scoot over please." I asked slowly rubbing my firm stomach to calm myself, taking deep breaths to let the nausea pass.

"Eliza are you pregnant?" She asked, making me hurl into the toilet, coughing up cups of ginger ale that I had choked down earlier.

"What?" I questioned, dabbing my forehead and neck with the towel that hung over me, flushing the toilet before closing the lid.

"You're sick, and sweaty, and you've been cranky for the past few weeks, and your boobs have grown!" She noted, I groaned at her and sat up, finally turning to face her.

"I'm pretty sure that I am." I finally sighed, making her eyes light up as she rushed in my direction and slammed me with a hug.

"Shit, be careful before I vomit all over you." I warned, hugging her back, watching as she pulled away with a confused look.

"Wait? I thought you were barren?" She asked, I shrugged and stood up slowly, my head pounding.

"Well the last man that I had sex with while I was fertile was Daniel." I recalled sadly, slumping into a chair.

"How the hell did this happen?"

Regina

We all gathered in my study as the newlyweds slowly entered the room, followed by her quiet parents who knew not to upset their heavily pregnant daughter who still had nothing but ill will towards them since their confession to her, and her swollen feet.

"Thank god you're all here." Eliza remarked sarcastically, giving me an urgent look to meet me outside.

"Can you hold Rosalie for a second?" I asked my sister who was bouncing her playful daughter on her lap, taking mine into hers.

"What's going on?" I asked meeting my other half in the kitchen, a pale complexion masking her face.

"I'm pregnant." She blurted out, taking me by surprise.

"But I thought you were barren?" I asked, making her nod and hold her arms out at me. "Me too! And the last time I had fertile baby attempting sex was when I was with Daniel! But I don't know how any of this works?!" She cried, I bit my lip and sat down beside her, my own mind racing.

"Let me check something." I said waving my hand, watching as one of my leather bound books appeared in front of me, flipping through the pages until I found one on this type of magic.

"Here it is!" I cried, pointing to the page where it explained everything.

"I know why." I smiled, looking up at the queen who had a confused look on her face. "Well tell me! Stop being dramatic."