• primumreginam • ingrid )
" i'm sorry, he's very... excited."
she smiles, apologetic of course but fond nonetheless. her six year old presses up against the glass, hands leaving fingerprints where previously there had been none. regina has mellowed considerably since adopting henry, she knows everyone thinks the same, that they talk endlessly about her change and whilst she does miss the days where she was both feared and revered, she doesn't mind the respect. it's new, but not unwelcome. apparently, being a single mother with a career like her own is something to be admired. who knew?
regina had promised henry ice cream if he ate all of his dinner at granny's, that she'd take him to 'any given sundae' if he was extra good and ate all his chicken nuggets. of course, the poor child had scoffed it down like it was his last meal. she'd rolled her eyes, leaned across the table and wiped his chin with a napkin and then held on to his hand as he dragged her towards the ice cream shop.
"momma, can i have two scoops?"
regina's brow rose as she stepped behind her son, standing on his toes with his nose against the glass. "you can have one scoop, henry -- two is too much sugar before bed." looking up, regina met the shop keep's gaze and softly added "-- for the both of us," and she smiled before crouching down behind her son, hands on his waist to hold him steady. "say 'hello', henry..." and she sighs, rolls her eyes when he looks up, grins cheekily and quips, "hello henry!"
