Author's Note: This is a reposting of an old story I took down a while ago but given the circumstances am putting back up in honor of Outlaw Queen. I hope you enjoy, and also yes, I will continue this story on to season four and five and perhaps six... depending on if I choose to watch it or not.

Enchanted Serenade

"Is that a heart?"

Regina sighed and her tone was sharp as she snapped, "Go away!"

"It's your heart, isn't it?" Snow White implored in that sickeningly sweet voice that set Regina's nerves on end.

Memories began to shift, Snow White's face faded away, and then suddenly she was looking up into the face of a man with bright blue eyes.

"It's 'Your Majesty,'" Regina clarified, before letting her eyes drop taking in the tips of his muddy boots, up and up, flowing the tightly fit leather that he donned. "And I'm fine."

With humor in his voice, he replied, "A simple 'thank you' would suffice."

The scene quickly faded, and the once bright morning had turned dark.

"Who knew a thief had honor?" She heard herself say.

"Who knew an Evil Queen had a soft spot for children?"

His smile made her stomach clench.

The forest faded, and suddenly she was in her room; a voice from behind her pleaded, "That doesn't mean you won't find a new reason. We all get a second chance, Regina. You just have to open your eyes to see it."

Dizzy. Her head spun as she heard a loud thwack and then turned in the direction of the thief. "That arrow almost took off my head!"

His chin rose in challenge. "Well, that door almost took off your arm! Where I come from a simple, thank you, will suffice."

Regina blinked once, twice, and without warning, she was no longer across the room yelling at him, but in his arms. "Robin... I..."

"I love you, Regina."

"Robin…"

Then his face, the face she loved so much, began to fade away, and as it did, so did the love she felt for this man. Questions began to bloom in her mind. Why did she love him? Where was she? What was happening to her?

As hard as she tried to fight the blackness that began to engulf her, she was suddenly so tired. Regina opened her mouth to call out for him, but his name… She swallowed once before her eyes slowly closed.

Her last thought before she succumbed to the darkness was she couldn't remember his name.

Shaking off the last fuzzy remnants of sleep, Regina opened her eyes slowly and stared at the ceiling. Closing her eyes again, she tried to quash the feeling of despair that threatened, trying to hold onto the memories that were disappearing in front of her.

Out of the darkness, hazy images and flashes of places and people danced through her mind, flitting just out of reach and recognition. They skipped and skittered past conscious thought until the silky strands of memory intertwined, weaving themselves into the backdrop where she could not retrieve them.

Opening her eyes once more, she sighed, confused. What was she doing in her bed? In Storybrooke? The last thing she remembered was standing in the street watching Henry and Emma drive away. She heaved her body up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Her head spun with dizziness, and she closed her eyes, trying to regain equilibrium. She leaned over slightly, touching her forehead, and her eyes flew open. Her jaw dropped, her mouth forming an "o," and she gasped in shock.

Regina reached out, her right hand hovering over her once flat stomach, and she tightened her fist, afraid to touch it.

Her stomach was no longer flat.

Leaning back she looked down at it in absolute horror. But this couldn't be!

She was pregnant.

Regina sat with her head in her hands and took deep breaths. This could not be happening. Shaking her head, she bit her lip in a failed attempt to hold back a sob. Memories rose up from all those years ago, back in the Enchanted Forest, back when she was filled with anger and drank a potion in a vain endeavor to hurt her mother. To get back at her. And had ended up only hurting herself.

Closing her eyes, Regina could still remember the pain, the excruciating pain, as the potion swept away any hope of her ever having a child. And it had. She'd been barren ever since.

At least, so she'd thought.

Running her shaky hands through her hair, Regina took another deep breath before she allowed herself to look down again. This was no dream, but how could this be real?

She placed a hand tentatively on the bump. Closing her eyes, she fought back tears as another onslaught of emotions threatened to overwhelm her, but it was no use. As the tears fell down her cheeks, she slowly scanned her room.

It looked the same as yesterday and the day before that and the day before. But how... who... She stopped herself there, it was pointless. Clearly, something was very, very wrong.

There was her dresser with her jewelry neatly placed on top. Her bedside table with her copy of Anna Karenina, that Henry had given her for her last birthday. Her cell phone and watch also lay there in wait. She glanced at the photo of herself and Henry took outside of Granny's, but looking at it for too long made her heart ache. Her head snapped up. If she was here, would Henry be back too? She got up quickly, stumbling for a moment as she felt the new distribution of weight, and fled her room she sprinted down the hall as fast as someone in her condition could. Opening the door to his room, her face fell and she sank against the door frame.

It was empty.

A real sense of hopelessness settled over her. She leaned back against the wall for support, as she was sure her legs would give out. Just then, a small jab from inside her brought her back to reality, and she gasped, her hand flying to the spot on her stomach.

Hot tears sprang to her eyes and fell down her cheeks. Her legs were like lead, and she couldn't feel her fingers. Slowly the world began to right itself, and she stood straight and tall.

She needed answers.

Making her way back to her bedroom, she picked up her phone and dialed.

There was a heartbeat pause, but then the person on the other line picked up.

"Yes, it's me. No, I don't remember anything either. No, it's alright. I'll come to you. I have another problem other than just my memories being gone."

If the situation had been different and their circumstances less critical, Regina would have kept her pregnancy quiet for as long as she could. Though that would be a complete impossibility as far along as she was, and unless she was going to lock herself in her house until the child was born, she wouldn't be able to hide it. Even if she could, with all at stake, she felt Snow and David needed to know so they could all piece the last year back together.

Regina stood just outside the doorway with her shoulders sagging, and she sighed. She might as well get this over with. They needed answers, and as much as she didn't wish to be questioned about how she was in her current situation, she was going to have to deal with it sooner or later.

She gave a sharp knock on the door and waited.

She could hear the light footsteps and knew who would be on the other side as the door opened.

"Regina, thank Goodness… what?" Snow's happy smile upon first seeing her disappeared almost instantly, her wide eyes drifting back and forth from Regina's face to her stomach.

Regina could have laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation had it not been so serious. A dozen emotions played across Snow White's face, and she watched in some amusement as they all vied for supremacy.

"Are you going to invite me in, or are you going to stare at me all day?"

"Regina, what… how…" Snow gasped. "You're pregnant!"

"Who's pregnant?" David stopped in his tracks as Regina walked through the door. His expression was one of someone completely flabbergasted. He looked at her as though she was possessed. "Oh."

Regina rolled her eyes at them both. "Yes, as you can see I seem to be…" She looked down at herself, her arms gesturing circles in the general vicinity of her stomach as she finished lamely, "with child."

"There's no "seem to be" about it… How is that even possible?" Snow's brow furrowed, growing more upset by the minute.

Regina gritted her teeth and shook her head. "I don't know. The last thing I remember is standing in the street with you, watching Henry and Emma drive away right before the curse hit."

David nodded. "It's the same for us. All of us, actually."

Snow crossed her arms in front of her. "David went into town this morning, everyone is affected. It's not just us."

Regina tilted her head to the side and frowned. "So we are missing I'd say close to a year of our lives."

The couple's eyes found one another's and then back to Regina. Silence filled the room as they all took in the seriousness of the situation.

Finally, it was Snow's voice that broke the silence. Her eyes drifted down to Regina's stomach again. "Do you know who, I mean do you remember how…?"

"Do you know who the father is?" David asked the question Snow had been trying to get to.

Regina narrowed her eyes at the unCharmings. "No."

David ran a hand through his hair. "Okay, so how do we figure out what happened to us? Obviously, someone cast the curse, again."

When his gaze fell on her, Regina straightened her shoulders and glared at him. "David, honestly? Do you really believe I'd do this to myself? Bring myself back here pregnant and without Henry? Besides, to cast the curse requires sacrificing the one you love most. Henry obviously wasn't there, so I obviously didn't do it!"

Snow stepped towards Regina. "Regina, of course, we don't think that, but if it wasn't you, who else would do this to us?"

The three of them stood there staring at each other for a moment before shaking their heads slowly.

"I'm surprised you found anything that fit you," Snow said, as she opened the trunk which held some of her favorite winter wear.

Regina looked up at her with a glare. "Excuse me?"

Snow chuckled at Regina's indignation. "I didn't mean it like that, it's just your clothes are always so…"

"So what?" Regina pursed her lips in irritation at the vague insinuation.

"Oh come on, all I'm saying is you have always had a tiny figure and now you don't."

"So now you're calling me fat?" Regina threw the shirts she'd just picked up back into the dresser beside her.

"You're not fat, Regina. You're pregnant." Snow looked over her shoulder at Regina. "I think it's sweet. You don't look like you've really gained any weight at all. You're all baby bump."

Regina tossed Snow a glare and, shutting the drawer, crossed her arms across her chest. "None of these will work."

"Oh, come on, why not?" Snow continued to dig into the trunk beside her and then pulled one out from the bottom and waved it triumphantly. "Aha! Here look, this one is big and comfy."

Regina scrunched up her nose as Snow held up a pale pink wool sweater. "I don't wear pink."

Snow dropped her hands. "Really?"

"Yes, really," Regina said, defiantly. She might be in need of new clothes, but she would not wear anything pink. She grabbed her jacket off the bed and pulled it on. "Thank you for the thought, but I'll just go do some shopping tomorrow."

"Do you want me to go with you?" Snow asked, hesitantly glancing at Regina, as she began putting the clothes away.

Regina looked at Snow's concerned face and her apprehensions about having this conversation mounted. She took a deep breath. "I don't need to be coddled."

"I know you don't, Regina." Snow walked over to her. "This is just so unexpected and, well, I just want you to know I'm here for you if you ever need anything."

An awkward silence filled the room, both women lost in their own thoughts.

"It must have been quite a shock," Snow said, gesturing to Regina's stomach. "Waking up like that."

Regina chuckled darkly, and she took a step back sitting down on the bed behind her, taking a moment to rub her lower back. She was definitely not used to the extra weight. "I don't think 'shock' quite covers it."

"Are you okay?" Snow's soft voice asked, sitting on the side of the bed, and taking Regina's hand before she could resist. Regina opened her mouth to answer but Snow continued, "And don't tell me you're fine, Regina. I think we both know you better than that."

Regina took a deep breath. Talking about her emotions and feelings was not something she was used to, especially when it came to talking about them with Snow White. Opening up to people was not her forte but, if she was honest with herself, she knew a small part of her wanted to talk about it. "No, I'm not fine. I miss Henry. I don't know if I'll ever see him again, I woke up pregnant with no memory of how I got this way or with whom, and to top it off we have to figure out who did this to us."

Regina looked over calmly at Snow who was frowning at her. "However, right now, I have to focus on the latter and how to get our memories back. The rest will have to wait."

Snow smiled sadly at her as she placed her hand on Regina's arm and looked at her with warm concern. "I understand but, by the look of things, you can't put it off too much longer. This isn't something you can brush off, Regina. This is a baby. You're going to be a mother again." Snow squeezed her hand.

Regina didn't want to hear this right now. She was going to have a baby. And now she was going to cry.

Just then there was a tentative knock on the door, and suddenly their attention shifted as they heard talking and a familiar voice filled the downstairs. Snow's brow furrowed. Walking over by the stairs she glanced down and gasped. Regina quickly followed her line of vision, and her eyes widened.

Emma.

The blonde had been speaking to David. Regina couldn't make out what he's told her but could just make out the woman's response of, "But if you can't remember, then how do you know that it's been…"

"Emma!" Snow cried, taking the stairs almost two at a time, and pulled her daughter into a tight embrace.

Regina, however, in her current predicament, was left completely unbalanced, and she took greater care coming down the stairs.

Emma inhaled sharply as her eyes landed on Regina. "…a year?"

David gave her a humorless smile. "As you can see, a lot's happened."

Finally making her way to the group, Regina said, "We just don't know what."

Snow nodded. "The whole year is gone."

Emma frowned and tried to cover the fact that she'd been staring openly at Regina in shock. Then the blonde said the first thing that came to her mind, which happened to be what they'd all been thinking. "Who's the dad?"

Regina took a long deep breath. "That seems to be the million-dollar question. I have no idea."