Hello, my name is RowArk and I have a serious fic addiction… I'm well aware that I'm in over my head but I can't stop once I get an idea in my head. This summer is my summer of Swan Queen and I will finish all of these stories before Septemeber.

I will. I promise.

But here's some more little Emma. Who doesn't love a little Emma? And a Mommy Regina? We all do, I know ;)

I got the idea for this one while reading Magical Mishap by amwalsh5, combined with thinking about how people talk to babies while babysitting my nephew lol :)

Swan Queen Ending. Little to no Charmings. No Hook (Though he is mentioned in chapter 8, he's not actually in the story). No Hood. :) Enjoy :)

Second Time Around

Chapter One

Her parents have already left. They headed out at 5:00am. Who leaves at 5:00am? They're almost to New York by now, she's certain. And Henry went with them. He was supposed to wait, and leave with her after the 9:00am council meeting, but he decided he'd rather squeeze in the middle next to his grandparents than wait the extra five hours – six tops – to leave with her. Traitor.

And of course Regina would make a huge deal out of it. Two Sheriffs out of town for two whole weeks? As if they weren't entitled to a family vacation from time to time. What did she think was going to happen that she couldn't deal with herself? And Ruby was a fairly efficient temporary deputy. Adequate. Passable.

And yet she'd let Regina get to her anyway. She'd called her parents and said she was going to meet them in a few days, once she was sure that Ruby was really okay manning the station. Henry would have never stood for it, but he left six hours ago.

She's frustrated. And she's pissed. She's pissed at Regina for talking her into this. And she's pissed at herself for letting her convince her. She made a point not to call Regina and let her know she's sticking around for a few more days. Let her fret. Serves her right.

She can feel her magic sparking just below her fingertips. Yep, definitely pissed. She grabs her already packed suitcase and tosses it back into the wardrobe with so much force that it knocks a small box off the top and the contents spill onto the floor.

"Shit."

She bends down to pick them up, and sparking fingers come across something she hasn't thought of in years: a small gold locket from her very first family. She pops it open and sees the smiling faces of Mr. and Mrs. Swan. She can't remember their first names, and she doesn't really care to. They don't matter. They haven't mattered in twenty seven years.

She turns the locket over. It's engraved E.S. Who takes the time to buy a locket for a baby girl, only to ship her off when she's not convenient anymore? She doesn't know why she even kept this. Her hands are shaking. She's frustrated and pissed and sad and lonely and suddenly there's a flash of white light and she's knocked to the ground.

When she comes to, something is wrong. She's not exactly hurt, but she's crying. Not even crying, wailing. Like a baby. And she can't seem to make it stop.

She's on her back, and she tries to force herself to stand, in spite of the waterworks display. She struggles. Why is standing so hard all of the sudden?

She gets to her hands and knees and forces her eyes to open. Everything is huge. What the hell?

She tries to move, but her foot is caught on something. She looks back and sees it's in her jeans, which are no longer on her body, but rather on the floor. And also huge. She shakes her now bare foot free and crawls over to the wardrobe, pulling herself up to a shaky standing position.

She just now realizes the tears have stopped. Thank God.

She looks down and sees her tank top and bra are also now huge. Her black bra is still clasped, but hanging around her thighs. She lets go of the wardrobe and loses her balance quickly, dropping down on her butt with a soft thud.

She decides not to try to stand again, just yet, and she works to shimmy the bra off, while leaving the tank top on. She thinks it should be easier, but her limbs keep getting caught in straps and she feels herself growing frustrated, again. Through the tears that are falling, again, she manages to get the bra straps off, and keep the tank top, that looks like a dress on her now.

She stands back up, one hand on the wardrobe, and looks down, only now realizing there's something missing on her chest. Two things, actually. And panic sets in as she realizes everything around her is not huge; she is little. Something must have happened with her magic and the locket and now she's a child again. Or at least an adult, the size of a child, and judging by her height, relative to everything around her, not more than two-years-old.

And she cries, again.

It's getting old fast, but she can't seem to control it.

It takes her several minutes to regain her composure, and when she finally does, she decides she needs help. As much as she hates to admit it at the moment, she needs to call Regina.

She crawls over to her jeans and fishes her phone out of her pocket. She swipes the screen, touches the contacts icon and then stares in horror. It's all gibberish. She can't read.

What the hell?

She wonders why she didn't bother to put anyone's pictures next to their numbers. She can't tell one from the next and she throws the phone in frustration, watching the glass shatter when it hits the ground. Good. Breaking things feels good.

Oh my God, I really am a toddler.

She's got to get help some other way. She turns to the stairs, and they look daunting. She's already learned she's unsteady on the legs, there's no way she can walk down. She's gonna have to go down on her butt.

She sits down and scoots her way over to the stairs. They are so high, and she wills herself not to look at the hard floor below as she slides to the next stair.

Ok. You can do this, Emma. You can do this.

She slides to the next stair and the next, confidence building and fear fading with each half a foot closer to the ground she gets.

When she reaches the bottom, she's brimming with self-confidence. She's pretty sure she can do the stand and walk thing. She rises slowly to her feet, trying to adjust to the way her legs feel.

I can do this.

One foot in front of the other, and she makes it to the door.

She can't reach the handle.

Shit.

She jumps at it, which just results in landing on her butt, again. It hurts more than she would expect. Don't little kids fall all the time? She guesses little kids usually wear diapers, and she has no extra padding.

Padding. That's what she needs. She toddles over to the couch and pulls down some pillows, and drags them back to the door, making a small pillow hill to stand on.

Emma Swan, you are a genius.

She swings the door open just as she topples off the pillow hill – it might as well have been a mountain for how bad that fall felt on the back of her head. And now, she's crying again.

Still crying, she pushes the pillows out of the way and crawls into the hall. There's more stairs. She goes down on the butt again. It's starting to feel raw, with only the thin material from her tank top cushioning her skin against the hard floor.

But she's determined as ever. She just needs to get to Regina, and get whatever this spell was reversed, and life will be normal again.

She's at the door.

She didn't think about how she was going to get out of this one. Luckily, it's a handle not a knob, and after a couple of jumps, she catches it. The door swings open as she topples to the ground, yet again. It hurts, yet again. But she's too proud to cry this time – she just made it out the door.

She looks around. The street is fairly empty. Her car is parked in the underground parking behind the building – not that it matters, she certainly can't drive anyway – so she heads off on foot.

She's a little self-conscious of the fact that she's wearing nothing but a tank top-turned-dress, with nothing underneath. Maybe she should have thought of a way to bring the rest of her clothes with her. Maybe Regina can just take her back to the loft to reverse the spell so she doesn't have to return to full grown half naked.

Would it be weird to ask Regina to carry her back? She's getting tired, fast.

She staggers on anyway. There's no one around. At this point, she would be happy to see literally anyone who could pick her up and carry her to Regina. Or Blue. Or even Gold. Anyone who could reverse this spell.

She feels like she's been walking for an eternity when she finally sees a person. To her relief, it is Regina, and she's heading right for her. Emma stops and sighs. Finally.

Regina's looking at her with great concern. She must think she's so ridiculous. Emma's prepared for the insults and mockery that's surely coming, but she doesn't care at this point. She just wants to be back to normal so she can forget any of this ever happened.

"Hi, there, Sweetie," Regina says, kneeling down closer to eye level and tilting her head to the side.

"Mama?" Emma says.

What?

Emma hadn't meant to say 'Mama'. She wanted to tell Regina what happened.

What the hell is going on?

"Ma – uh – umma…" she babbles. Her mouth is betraying her. She sounds like a baby.

Oh my God.

"Where's your Mama?" Regina asks.

Oh God, she doesn't recognize me!

Emma can't believe what's happening. She can't help it. She bursts into tears. Again.

Regina wastes no time scooping her up and holding her close, rocking her gently. "It's alright, Sweetheart. I'll help you find your Mama."

Not likely. She's in New York.

Regina rubs Emma's little back, and when her hand slides down over Emma's bottom, and she realizes the child is wearing no diaper. She waves her hand and Emma feels magic around her, and suddenly she's in a diaper and soft sleepers, the feetie kind.

She thinks I'm actually a baby. No, she thinks I'm on my way to New York and that she's holding an actual baby and my parents think I'm in Storybrooke for a few more days and my car is in the underground and no one is even going to realize I'm missing.

Emma's bawling harder, and Regina's patting her back and walking in the opposite direction. Emma has no idea where she's going. She's too hysterical to process anything at the moment. She wishes she could calm down and stop screaming in Regina's ear but she can't seem to control it.

The diaper feels weird and it's so embarrassing and Emma squirms like crazy but Regina doesn't let her go. She finds her touch a little soothing, and she slowly starts to calm down. She glances up from her place on Regina's shoulder and sees Regina is carrying her into the Sheriff's station.

Oh, maybe she does know!

Emma's getting excited. She lifts her head up and looks around. There's Ruby, handling her job perfectly.

"Mayor Mills," Ruby says. She's looking at Emma in confusion.

Ruby, it's me!

It comes out as "ba-ba" and Emma is mortified.

"Who's this?" Ruby asks, walking over and grinning at Emma. Emma turns her face away and buries it in Regina's shoulder. She doesn't even know why.

"No idea. I just found her wandering around the street wearing nothing but an oversized tank top. There was no one around."

"Ok, I'll put out a missing persons report and check the amber alerts. Are you alright to watch her for a bit, or should I find someone to take her in in the meantime?"

"Oh, um… no, I can watch her. Henry's gone to New York. It will give me something to do," Regina says, patting Emma's back again.

"Ok, great. How old would you say she is? About two?" Ruby asked, already working on filling out the form.

"I wouldn't put her past 18 months, tops," Regina says. "And green eyes."

Ruby nods, and continued filling out the form.

"Ok, I'll put this info out and check all reported missing children and I'll be in touch as soon as I know anything," Ruby replied.

"Wow. Apparently Miss Swan was right. You do know what you're doing."

"Thank you, Madam Mayor," Ruby says. Regina nods, and turns on her heel out of the station.

Emma cannot believe what's actually happening right now. This has got to be a dream. How can Regina not recognize her? Her frustration just leads to more tears as they walk.

"I think someone is tired," Regina says. She stops walking, and poofs them to her mansion instead. Poofing was unexpected and it felt weird and now Emma's crying harder, once again.

Why can't I stop this?

"Shhh, baby, it's alright. Just go to sleep," Regina is rocking her back and forth. Emma's determined not to fall asleep. This is no time for sleeping. She's going to fight it with everything she has.

Suddenly, as if it has a mind of its own, her thumb finds its way into her mouth.

What the hell?

Surprisingly enough, it's oddly comforting.

"Oh, baby, don't suck your thumb. It's bad for your teeth," Regina says, gently pulling her thumb back out.

And Emma cries.

Regina waves her hand and magically produces a small yellow pacifier.

I am NOT putting that thing in my mouth.

Regina taps Emma's lips with it, and she opens her mouth anyway. She didn't want this pacifier, but it's actually more comforting than the thumb. Her eyelids are getting heavy.

No. No sleep.

Regina's rubbing her back, in slow, soothing circles, and she's done for. She can't keep her eyes open any longer, and she's out.