Regina Mills (mostresilient) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2015-04-03 16:44:00 |
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The morning of March 30th had begun much like any other day in Lawrence. She had taken a peek at the boards and then went about starting her day. A mental list of household chores to get done while she still had the energy. At 10 in the morning -- a full 3 hours later than in the past -- her zoo of animals was up and begging for attention. Lys had perched herself up on the bathroom counter and kept pawing at her while she got ready. Katherine’s puppy, Zahiri, had sat with his tail wagging on the carpet of her closet. And then proceeded to follow her around making tiny whining noises. Katherine’s cat, Rayna, had jumped down off of the counter when she’d entered her line of sight. And Nyx. Dear little Nyx had nearly given Regina a heart attack. The pantry had been left open and at some point he’d flown in there and was hanging from the lamp resting. Everything was perfectly normal. Until it wasn’t. It wasn’t until later in the day -- around four in the afternoon -- that she began to feel more discomfort than was usual. But her majesty was stubborn and had pushed through it. By 8 that evening the discomfort had gotten worse and there had been a few sharp pains but nothing prolonged. Rose had warned her about Braxton Hicks contractions so Regina thought nothing of them. She merely stopped cleaning, grabbed the rocky road ice cream out of the freezer and returned to her room. Her new plans for the evening were to eat her ice cream and watch whatever movie Hallmark was playing that evening. Somewhere between finishing the carton of ice cream and the movie’s halfway point, Regina, had drifted off to sleep. Her zoo of animals fast asleep around her and one above her. That is, until their darling mistress woke up startling them. Regina had awoken instantly in more discomfort than could be attributed to Braxton Hicks. And at once the panic and anger set it. Panic that something could be wrong as the baby wasn’t due for a good two weeks. And anger because Greg wasn’t here to help her through this like he had promised he would be. For as much as she had prepared for this, Regina, was completely unprepared for how frightening going into labor and giving birth actually was. As panic began to set in she took to the boards. Her phone lay somewhere else in the house and gods only knew what would happen if she tried to summon it to her at the moment. So the boards it was. And now here she was -- three days later -- home again and with her perfectly healthy little prince in her arms. Regina couldn’t bring herself to put him down and who could blame her? He was as perfect as his older brother and perhaps even more. The heartbroken queen had felt her heart begin to heal ever so slightly the moment her son had been placed in her arms. Regina had been so entranced with his little fingers and his tiny button of a nose that she had given Emma the first genuine comment since she had returned. A simple thank you and she had even allowed the Savior to hold her newborn son. Had it not been for Emma, Regina, would have stayed in her house stressing until Molly had finished with her class. And had that happened there could be a chance that her little prince would not have been as perfectly healthy as he was. As Xavier began to whimper she pulled him close and began rocking him back and forth in her arms. He had just had his diaper changed and a feeding so it wasn’t either of those. Having endured through all of Henry’s screams and tears after she had adopted him, Regina, knew to stay calm. Babies were sensitive to your emotions and staying calm was important. When mere rocking didn’t seem to be enough and her sons whimpers had turned to full blown crying, the queen decided to try something else. “Your big brother used to love when I sang to him. But I haven’t sang in many years so you have to bear with me okay?” Regina said to her son before clearing her throat and beginning to sing one of Henry’s favorite lullabies. Hush, little baby, don’t say a word, As she repeated the last line again, Regina, noticed that her son had drifted off to sleep. With a smile she lifted him gently and placed a kiss upon his head whispering, “sleep tight, my little prince.” |