Shattered

The Heavy

Eliza

Three Days Later

Sixteen weeks. That's what Eva had told me how far along I was, but the constant nausea and exhaustion proved otherwise. I sighed and sauntered towards my closet where all my dresses resided, but the bloating in my middle told me not to strap one of my elaborate corsets on.

I sighed and pulled a soft velvet dress out, gazing at the deep blue fabric before slipping it on, tugging at the material to fit more comfortably around my bloated middle. My long curls fell gracefully down my back and swept across my face, making me shrug and leave them be.

A loud banging on the door caused me to jump and stalk towards the foyer of the mansion, opening the door to reveal Robin holding his baby girl and clutching his son's hand. The little boy's smile widened as I stepped onto the porch and glanced at all of them.

"Robin, I think you're at the wrong house." I joked, but he just gave me a desperate look and hoisted his fussy baby onto his shoulder. "Would you mind watching them? Zelena is having a panic attack and Belle needs me to get Robin and Archie is coming over later to talk to both Regina and Alena." He said tiredly, clearly out of options if he was coming to me for babysitting.

"I'm sorry it's so last minute, if you're not feeling up to it-."

"It's fine, I'd love to help." I said with a nervous smile, making him sigh in relief and hand a fussy Evelyn over. "Goodbye my love." He whispered, kissing her head before ushering Roland towards me.

"Behave, son." He said ruffling Roland's curls, making him give a dimple filled smile as he nodded back at his father, instinctively reaching up and clutching my hand.

"Bye papa!" He called, casually clutching my knee as he leaned his weight on it, just as I had witnessed him doing to Regina.

"Mama? Can I have some juice please?" He asked politely, making me smile softly and nod, his tiny sister clutching my sleeves as she soothed herself to sleep. The little boy smiled and led me into the house with a gentle tug of my hand, his curls bouncing as he searched for the kitchen.

I quietly went into the refrigerator and pulled out a carton of apple juice, filling half a glass for the little boy who was now unpacking his colorful backpack, spreading his coloring books and crayons on the large table.

"Maaa!" Evelyn began to cry, clearly exhausted and sick with a cold. "Roland, do you think you can stay here while I put your sister down for a nap?" I asked gently, watching as he made himself comfortable, as if he were with his actual mother.

"I'm coloring!" He cried, holding his crayons up for me to see, I nodded and felt a chuckle bubble in my chest as I nodded at him and carried his fussy sister up the stairs, towards my lavish bedroom that seemed so extravagant for someone who was living alone.

"Nap time." I whispered, laying her on the duvet, but she managed to sit herself up and scream, reaching her chubby arms out to me. "What's wrong?" I asked as if she'd answer me like a grown adult.

"Maaa! Mamaaa!" She wailed, reaching towards me as she tried to balance herself on her feet, only making her topple over and cry harder. "Okay! Okay..." I answered, scooping her back into my arms, grumbling at the fact that she would not settle down unless she was cocooned in my arms, or, Regina's.