What Isnt Expected

Twenty-One

"Regina!" I suddenly feel bare and realize that someone removed Hannah from over top of me. My eyes snap open instantly,

"What?!" I snap. My eyes focus onto my mother standing above me with a scowl on her face. I'm really not in the mood for this... I sit up on the couch and lift an intimidating eyebrow.

"You could've hurt her!" My mother snaps and rocks Hannah back and forth. I roll my eyes and wince from the blazing headache that seeps in.

"She needs skin to skin contact! We sleep like that all of the time." I growl. My mother squints at me before taking a seat at a distance.

"Are you hungover?" She questions calmly. Not only am I hungover, I still feel drunk. As I attempt to get up, the world around me spins. I fall back down on the couch with a thud. Mother shakes her head at me, completely disappointed in me. That's nothing new...

"Where is Emma?" She questions. I'm sure she'd rather see her than me.

"Emma is bed ridden." I chuckle. My mother's scowl tightens prompting me to immediately shut up. She moves in closely and gives me her scary, cold look.

"You listen to me and you listen carefully. You will not fall down this slippery slope and embarrass me! Get your act together Regina!" She snaps. I merely laugh and wave her off. What the hell is she talking about?

"Mom I'm fine. See, I'm completely...okay." I fumble as I keep my balance to stand. My mother sighs heavily and stands with Hannah clutched to her closely. It amazes me how that child sleeps through everything. Just like my Swan.

"How many times a day do you two have sex?" She questions. What is she talking about?! What does that have to do with anything?

"That is none of your business." I mumble. I fumble my way into the kitchen; I seriously need a strong cup of coffee. My mother followed me and watched closely as I attempt to brew it, somewhat failing miserably.

"It does matter Regina. Do you remember how many people you would bring into my home in the middle of the night? You have a problem and I thought I could trust you to get rid of it." How dare she bring up my past. I know what I've done. Emma knows, it's not like I've ever hidden anything from her.

I stare far off in the distance through the window towards my apple tree that sits on my lawn. I let the beautiful sight relax me before I even think of responding to my mother.

"Emma and I have sex more than three times a day at the very least. Sometimes we don't have sex at all but why does that matter? It's only Emma not some random chic I picked up from the bar." I suddenly realize what my mother means.

Emma and I have created a monster and we're both just as addicted. This isn't healthy. We literally go to Clyde's almost everyday now. We drink like there's no tomorrow and some how we end up back home in one piece. Instead of me trying to help her with her nymphomania, I'm just feeding into it and triggering mine which is very irresponsible on my part.

"My point exactly." My mother speaks coldly. I turn to her and give her my look of defeat. There's no point of arguing or protesting. All I say is,

"Please take her with you." My mother gives me a curt nod and stands. She looks down to Hannah with so much love.

"I was going to do that anyways." She says to me. This woman really irks me sometimes. I've lost count of how many times she's frustrated me or earned my signature eye roll.

After I help pack everything that Hannah may need, I sadly kiss my babygirl goodbye. Now to break the news to Emma.

Here's what happened: yesterday was Emma's birthday. Dorothy, Ruby, and I threw her a small birthday party. There were only people there that she made friends with at Clyde's. On another note; we flushed our bloodstreams with liquor. We had sex quite a few times in the bathroom and one last time when we got home.