Abandoned is gonna turn out like one of those fics revered by the fandom, jsyk.
Pish posh. Lies and slander.
Parts one and two.
Abandoned, Part 3
Regina turned from the sink and inhaled deeply. The fresh and clean scent of her kitchen soothed her and she made her way to her son's room. It was time. Recrimination could happen later - and there would be plenty of that. Emma could not possibly forgive her for this abandonment.
The third step from the bottom creaked. She really needed to call someone in to fix that. Didn't that usually mean there was something rotton underneath?
The carpet could use a good cleaning. It probably had years worth of grit ground into it, bonded with the fibers to the root. Maybe she should just replace it entirely. Rip it out and start fresh.
She paused at the head of the stairs, her eyes staring blankly at the brass carpet rod. Had it always been so tarnished six inches from the wall? It appeared the baseboard at the corner was no longer flush, either. She'd have to hammer it back in place.
Taking a deep breath, she stepped toward Henry's room. He'd only been sleeping for a couple hours. Merely a nap, truly. But this occasion warranted the lack of sleep. The address in her pocket crinkled as she walked. At least the wallpaper wasn't peeling.
At the doorway to Henry's room, she paused, resting heavily against the brightly painted jamb. His head was perilously close to hanging off the edge of the bed. Emma had laughed over that when she first saw it. Then she'd shifted him more fully onto the bed with a gentle touch before taking Regina to their bed and showing just how capable her hands truly were.
A coarse shiver ran through Regina at the memory and she strode to Henry's bed. His sprawl was so reminiscent of how Emma would take over the bed on nights that found far too many town duties demanding Regina's attention. She'd never be able to crawl into her own side of the bed without either shoving Emma aside or choosing to sprawl on top of the slumbering woman.
She knelt beside her son's bed, one hand softly stroking against his back. "Henry? Wake up, dear." His eyes fluttered and he groaned quietly. "Emma called." His eyes snapped open and he looked at her, sleepy confusion written all over his features. "She...didn't leave. She's in the hospital. She's okay. Emma's okay."
