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100fandomhellTitle Spring Has Come
Author: Apache Firecat
Rating: PG-13/T
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Wordcount: 1253
Regina leaned out from her office window, her hands perched on the frame, as she basked in the early morning sunlight. A cheery call had lured her away from her work as the Mayor and to her window, and she had been delighted in the first signs of Spring. It was a small but beautiful robin that was perched on her favorite apple tree, whistling a song that seemed only for her... until she heard the door open behind her and her eldest son rushed towards her.
"DON'T DO IT, MOM!" Henry yelled. He grabbed her wrists before she could assure him that she had no intention of harming the lovely, little creature. "He's only a bird!" he cried, his little chest heaving. She had to wonder how long he'd been running to get to her. She had not even realized he was home from school yet here he was, terrified for some little bird's safety.
"You are a hero, you know that, right?" Regina asked, grinning. She pinched his cheeks.
Henry took a step back and looked up at his adopted mother in shock. "Who are you," he demanded, "and what have you done with my Mother?"
"I am your mother, silly. I am the same woman I've ever been." She reached her arm out the window. The robin took flight from her tree and claimed its new perch on top of Regina's outstretched arm.
His eyes wide, Henry watched the two exchange song notes. "My Mom's never acted like this!"
Regina snapped back to herself. "You're right," she said, flexing her arm and gently tossing the bird back into the air. "This isn't me. This is more of a Mary Margaret happiness than it is anything I would do!"
Henry grinned at her suddenly, his fear vanished.
"What?" Regina asked. She was perplexed herself now, but suddenly Henry didn't seem at all concerned. She had learned, rather she liked it or not, that her son was wise beyond his years. Far too often for her liking, he saw things as they were long before she, or his other mother, were willing to accept them.
He rushed toward her again. She held her arms out, not certain what to think, but instead of chastising her, turning from her, or otherwise doing anything that in any way indicated that he thought she was still evil, her child embraced her. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and laid his head against her breast, something he hadn't done so whole-heartedly, when her life or his had not been in jeopardy, since he had become old enough to think for himself and had begun the dreaded search for his birth mother, a woman who, no matter her lineage or what he or she claimed, could never be worthy of Regina's child. She had to share him with Emma in order to keep him in her life, and she'd accepted that, but it didn't mean she had to like it!
Her child was fit to be King, and not simply because his grandparents were the infuriating Charmings! He was fit to be King, because she had raised him. He knew what it took to be a strong, good leader, and he had the potential for great magic and great doings inside of him. All her children did, Regina thought, looking down to her rounded belly which Henry hugged so tightly.
"You're going to be a great mom," he said, looking jubilantly up at her. "You are a great mom!" His eyes met hers, and she could see the depth of his regret in his green eyes as he professed, "I'm sorry it took me so long to see it."
"It's fine," Regina murmured. She was surprised to realize that she meant the words too. She had forgiven him a long time ago. She had forgiven a lot of people, a great many of whom she'd never thought she'd be able to forgive, herself included. She blinked, wondering from whence all these strange thoughts were coming. She didn't just see Springtime outside and feel the warmer weather that also somehow seemed happier, as though the weather could hold a countenance; it almost felt like Spring was reaching inside her itself, all the way to her heart.
She ruffled Henry's hair. "Go play," she told him. He kissed her belly, and she leaned down and kissed the top of his head. She truly did love all her children, but Henry would always be her golden child, the one who had begun the great changes that had taken place in her, the changes that, although she had not understood it at the time, had been necessary if she had ever been going to live her own life, a life not burdened by jealousy, greed, hatred, or revenge, a life filled with happiness, joy, and love. Henry had been the start of all of those changes that had been needed to bless her with the wonderful life she was living now, a life untouched by the sorrow and hatred that had engulfed her very essence for so very long.
She watched him run off and then looked back out her office window. The little robin was swooping gleefully through the air, and as she flew down, she saw Robin and their second eldest, Roland, coming up the drive. Their daughter ran out to meet them and threw herself into her daddy's arms. Robin spun her around but then paused as he caught Regina watching them from her window. He smiled, blew her a kiss, and waved. Then their daughter also blew her a kiss.
Regina sighed happily, and her brown eyes fluttered open. Strong arms were wrapped around her, and her husband gazed down adoringly down at her. "You looked so happy," Robin whispered. It was something he'd yearned for for her and for them both almost since the moment he'd met her. No matter how much she had aggravated him, he had always known it was because she had never felt love. The more he'd gotten to know her, the more his ache for her happiness had grown until he'd felt the burning desire to make that happiness happen himself. And, at last, it would appear, he might have succeeded in that very deed.
Regina gazed up at him, all the love and joy she felt in her heart filling her lovely eyes. "I am," she said. Wrapping her arms around him, she pulled her husband in for a kiss. She might not be pregnant yet, and Henry might still be distracted from the love, power, and riches she could offer him in favor of his adopted mother. Roland, too, might be gone to be with his birth mother. But she would have her child, at long last. She would have Robin's child, and they would have a happy, long life together.
Her husband's tongue slid smoothly into her mouth, and Regina welcomed his embrace in all ways. She wrapped around her own around his and her body around his and gave him everything in her heart through the motions of that body. Their children, the rest of their growing family, would come when the time was right, but she already had her happily ever after right here in this wonderful man's loving hold. She was finally, truly happy. Her life had become the happy fairy tale she had always deserved. She moaned as she reveled in that truth, in Robin, and in the awesomeness of their love.
The End
Author: Apache Firecat
Rating: PG-13/T
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Wordcount: 1253
Regina leaned out from her office window, her hands perched on the frame, as she basked in the early morning sunlight. A cheery call had lured her away from her work as the Mayor and to her window, and she had been delighted in the first signs of Spring. It was a small but beautiful robin that was perched on her favorite apple tree, whistling a song that seemed only for her... until she heard the door open behind her and her eldest son rushed towards her.
"DON'T DO IT, MOM!" Henry yelled. He grabbed her wrists before she could assure him that she had no intention of harming the lovely, little creature. "He's only a bird!" he cried, his little chest heaving. She had to wonder how long he'd been running to get to her. She had not even realized he was home from school yet here he was, terrified for some little bird's safety.
"You are a hero, you know that, right?" Regina asked, grinning. She pinched his cheeks.
Henry took a step back and looked up at his adopted mother in shock. "Who are you," he demanded, "and what have you done with my Mother?"
"I am your mother, silly. I am the same woman I've ever been." She reached her arm out the window. The robin took flight from her tree and claimed its new perch on top of Regina's outstretched arm.
His eyes wide, Henry watched the two exchange song notes. "My Mom's never acted like this!"
Regina snapped back to herself. "You're right," she said, flexing her arm and gently tossing the bird back into the air. "This isn't me. This is more of a Mary Margaret happiness than it is anything I would do!"
Henry grinned at her suddenly, his fear vanished.
"What?" Regina asked. She was perplexed herself now, but suddenly Henry didn't seem at all concerned. She had learned, rather she liked it or not, that her son was wise beyond his years. Far too often for her liking, he saw things as they were long before she, or his other mother, were willing to accept them.
He rushed toward her again. She held her arms out, not certain what to think, but instead of chastising her, turning from her, or otherwise doing anything that in any way indicated that he thought she was still evil, her child embraced her. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and laid his head against her breast, something he hadn't done so whole-heartedly, when her life or his had not been in jeopardy, since he had become old enough to think for himself and had begun the dreaded search for his birth mother, a woman who, no matter her lineage or what he or she claimed, could never be worthy of Regina's child. She had to share him with Emma in order to keep him in her life, and she'd accepted that, but it didn't mean she had to like it!
Her child was fit to be King, and not simply because his grandparents were the infuriating Charmings! He was fit to be King, because she had raised him. He knew what it took to be a strong, good leader, and he had the potential for great magic and great doings inside of him. All her children did, Regina thought, looking down to her rounded belly which Henry hugged so tightly.
"You're going to be a great mom," he said, looking jubilantly up at her. "You are a great mom!" His eyes met hers, and she could see the depth of his regret in his green eyes as he professed, "I'm sorry it took me so long to see it."
"It's fine," Regina murmured. She was surprised to realize that she meant the words too. She had forgiven him a long time ago. She had forgiven a lot of people, a great many of whom she'd never thought she'd be able to forgive, herself included. She blinked, wondering from whence all these strange thoughts were coming. She didn't just see Springtime outside and feel the warmer weather that also somehow seemed happier, as though the weather could hold a countenance; it almost felt like Spring was reaching inside her itself, all the way to her heart.
She ruffled Henry's hair. "Go play," she told him. He kissed her belly, and she leaned down and kissed the top of his head. She truly did love all her children, but Henry would always be her golden child, the one who had begun the great changes that had taken place in her, the changes that, although she had not understood it at the time, had been necessary if she had ever been going to live her own life, a life not burdened by jealousy, greed, hatred, or revenge, a life filled with happiness, joy, and love. Henry had been the start of all of those changes that had been needed to bless her with the wonderful life she was living now, a life untouched by the sorrow and hatred that had engulfed her very essence for so very long.
She watched him run off and then looked back out her office window. The little robin was swooping gleefully through the air, and as she flew down, she saw Robin and their second eldest, Roland, coming up the drive. Their daughter ran out to meet them and threw herself into her daddy's arms. Robin spun her around but then paused as he caught Regina watching them from her window. He smiled, blew her a kiss, and waved. Then their daughter also blew her a kiss.
Regina sighed happily, and her brown eyes fluttered open. Strong arms were wrapped around her, and her husband gazed down adoringly down at her. "You looked so happy," Robin whispered. It was something he'd yearned for for her and for them both almost since the moment he'd met her. No matter how much she had aggravated him, he had always known it was because she had never felt love. The more he'd gotten to know her, the more his ache for her happiness had grown until he'd felt the burning desire to make that happiness happen himself. And, at last, it would appear, he might have succeeded in that very deed.
Regina gazed up at him, all the love and joy she felt in her heart filling her lovely eyes. "I am," she said. Wrapping her arms around him, she pulled her husband in for a kiss. She might not be pregnant yet, and Henry might still be distracted from the love, power, and riches she could offer him in favor of his adopted mother. Roland, too, might be gone to be with his birth mother. But she would have her child, at long last. She would have Robin's child, and they would have a happy, long life together.
Her husband's tongue slid smoothly into her mouth, and Regina welcomed his embrace in all ways. She wrapped around her own around his and her body around his and gave him everything in her heart through the motions of that body. Their children, the rest of their growing family, would come when the time was right, but she already had her happily ever after right here in this wonderful man's loving hold. She was finally, truly happy. Her life had become the happy fairy tale she had always deserved. She moaned as she reveled in that truth, in Robin, and in the awesomeness of their love.
The End