teinesmuirich
The concept was foreign, she had a child. Not merely the child she had gained through Gold's means, nor a child she had lied to for years. This was the child born of a thing she had never once called love, a union that had been forced until the day he died. This was the child she had given up the instant it was born. This was the daughter she'd never wanted to know. A child she had thought of so few times, because what good was thinking of a child she had never loved? " ----- I'm your mother .. Your --- father.. He'd be proud. I'm sorry. For everything. " And for once ? She was sorry. More sorry than she could say. Jealousy and anger had caused her to crush the heart of the man she had forced into her bed so many times, at least in Storybrooke she could pretend -- yet now what sort of mess was she in. " I should have known. You sound just like him. "










