It had been two weeks. Two long and lonely weeks.

She hadn't left the house except to take Henry out and even then, she avoided eye contact, conversations- really anything to do with anyone other than Henry.

He was her light in the darkness. Her son was there when it happened. Even though she hated that he saw her so broken, that moment was probably why he had been with her through it.

He wasn't mad at Emma and Regina supposed that was a good thing. She didn't want him to be conflicted. She didn't want him confused or angry and despite her own feelings, she truly didn't want his relationship with his birth mother to be damaged. It had taken her some time, but Regina knew what was best for him, was being able to have and love his entire family. No matter how she felt, she wouldn't jeopardize that again.

But Henry was there the moment she broke. He was there to see her hope for happiness dissipate in front of her eyes.

Henry loved his mother. Regina knew that before but when she turned and escaped from the diner, escaping from the sight of her happiness being handed to another once again, it was her son that had followed.

She hadn't looked back. If she had she would have seen Henry wasn't the only one looking after her. He wasn't the only one who realized what had happened. He wasn't the only one who cared.

But in that moment, he was the only one who could help.

She hadn't expected anyone to follow. She saw Hook instantly go to Emma and realized that she was the one who would receive comfort. Because now Emma was upset. Because she had ruined someone's happiness and so of course the Savior was the one to get comforted.

Because who cares about the Evil Queen?

Well to Regina's surprise, her son did.

She knew Henry loved her. They had proved that when her lips had touched his forehead and magic had exploded around them throughout all of Storybrooke and memories were instantly restored. They had broken a curse because her son loved her as much as she did him and that moment would never be forgotten by Regina even for a moment.

But there always seemed to be a difference between his love for her and his love for Emma. Emma had it instantly and it was never questioned by their son. Regina had had to prove herself time and time again and despite that, she always felt Henry naturally wanted Emma more. No matter how well she knew that, it never hurt any less.

But when she had bolted from the diner, intent on getting as far away from the scene in the restaurant as possible, she had been so genuinely surprised to suddenly feel a hand in hers. She had flinched from the surprise but when she saw her son smiling sadly at her, she only squeezed his hand and kept walking with him right at her side.

She heard Emma call out. Not to her. No, of course not. To Henry. Despite everything they had been through, Emma still felt the need to insert herself in every moment between them, but Regina didn't turn. She wouldn't hurt the thoughtless savior but she wasn't stopping to ask permission to take her own son home. She was tired of being the extended family member to her own child. Her son wanted to come home with her and so that is exactly where she would take him.

Henry called back though. Not in anger but he let his birth mother know he was fine and would call her tomorrow. Regina felt a small satisfaction in the moment. She might have felt guilty under normal circumstances, but not now. Emma had to deal with the fact that this one time, he wanted her over the blonde. It was quite a relief to be on the other end for once.

Henry had been staying with her. He had meals with Emma and his grandparents and would stop by there after school. But he had been coming home every night. He moved back into his room and it was like he never left. She had two wonderful weeks with him before he was finally leaving.

Not permanently, but Emma had finally found her own apartment. Henry had asked her how she felt about it, but Regina wouldn't tell him no. No matter how much anger she still felt at Emma and how much it increased when Emma all but told her she was taking Henry back tonight, she still wouldn't jeopardize her relationship with Henry.

He was with her now. It would be Regina's first night alone since that evening. Henry asked for a week with Emma and then he'd come back. Regina was grateful he wanted to be with her but standing in her home alone now, she felt the loneliness take over.

Henry's presence was what helped her through. It eased the pain. It didn't take it away but Regina felt a little less alone. Because it the moments when she thought back to that scene in the diner, her heart ached again and Regina knew if she didn't have him, there's no telling where she'd be.

It had been two weeks and she still couldn't believe it. She had opened herself again. Against her better judgment, she had ignored her head. Ignored the voice that had told her, her whole life, that happiness was not hers to have. No matter how hard she tried, no matter how far she went, the lengths and depths she would go, it was unobtainable.

But she had silenced that voice. She taken a chance. She put her heart on the line.

And then it was crushed.

Again.

It had been two weeks since she saw them. Two weeks since she had felt Robin's arms around her. Two weeks since she had held Roland's tiny hand in her own. Two weeks since she had felt like part of a real family. Since she had felt needed. Since she had felt, for the first time, like someone's first choice.

Now, two weeks later she was standing all alone at the window. She couldn't move from her spot. She saw them from her window and her body was immobile.

The sight brought every emotion right back to the surface. Two weeks ago that was her. Now she stood in the window alone and watched as Marian was the one holding Roland's hand. Marian was the one smiling fondly at Robin. Marian was the one with the happiness Regina so foolishly thought would be hers.

But it wasn't. It was Marian's.

So Regina stood alone at the window. She watched the family walk towards the woods on the other side of the street. So close but feeling so far away. When the first few tears fell from her eyes, she pressed them closed.

So she didn't see who looked back towards her home.

No, when Regina opened her eyes she didn't look out right away. One hand wiped at her tear stained cheeks as she blinked away the blurriness. She took one last glance to see the family disappearing from sight before looking back down to the test in her hand and the two little pink lines blaring back at her.

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