Regina looked at her aging body in the mirror. Ten years ago she could have, and did, eat and drink anything she wanted without feeling the repercussions but now she had think before doing either. Seven years of marriage and three children later had certainly taken their toll on her body and no matter how hard she had tried, the baby weight had refused to go away.

She turned to the side and breathed in, hoping that maybe she looked different from another angle, but with her stomach sucked in and chest puffed out, she looked even more ridiculous. She let her breath go and dropped to her bed, the springs squeaking as she landed.

She lay there for a few moments, just with her thoughts, and wondered how it had been ten damn years already. It only felt like yesterday that she was finishing university and flying over to Puglia where her sister announced her upcoming nuptials to her wife. Everything back then, before, during and after the announcement seemed so easy, but ten years later with a marriage, two children and a business to run, everything seemed so much harder.

"Mommy!" a voice said as the bedroom door slammed opened and hit the already dented wall.

Regina turned to face the voice and was met with her son. "Henry," she said as she held out her arms. "Come and give mommy a cuddle."

Henry ran the short distance and jumped on the bed next to where Regina was now laying. He immediately nestled into her side with one arm slung over her tummy. "Are you sad mommy?" he asked.

Regina kissed her sons forehead, "Now, why would I be sad when I have my little prince?"

Henry shrugged his shoulders and held on a little tighter to his mother. He could see that his mother was sad, but no one would tell him why. Most of the time, he didn't need to be asked to give her a cuddle, but on days like today where his mom rarely came out from her room, he wondered what was really going on.

Downstairs, Emma was juggling two tasks; trying not to burn dinner and a crying two year old demanding her attention. Their daughter, Ella, had been a blessing after their third fail at IVF. Unlike Henry, who was born full term, she was born 24 weeks into the pregnancy and spent the first three months of her life in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit. For both Emma and Regina, along with a confused Henry, it was the toughest time in their life so far.

Emma picked Ella up from her high chair and sat on her on hip, bouncing the two year old along with the beat of the soft music. "Who's a grumpy baby?" she said.

"Tired, momma," she said as her head tumbled onto Emma's shoulder. "Want Mr. Bear."

The blonde quickly turned the stove off and scanned the kitchen to see where Mr. Bear had been dumped. The teddy was something that Henry had picked out for his baby sister when she was in the NICU, he had always told her to keep it close and even named it for her, and now whenever the toddler went to sleep or was feeling upset, she wanted Mr. Bear.

She found the toy in the play pen along with the other toys Ella liked to play with. She took the harder toys out before laying the baby in for an afternoon nap and covering her with a blanket.

She turned back into the kitchen and plated up the fettuccine Alfredo, which was Regina's favorite dinner, and Henry's turkey dinosaurs with plain pasta. She set all three plates on the table, and kept a few turkey nuggets in the oven to keep warm for when Ella woke up from her nap.

Grabbing the baby monitor, Emma ran up the stairs towards her sons bedroom. She looked into the dinosaur themed room expecting the six year old to be playing with his toys, but found his room empty. Upon closing the door, she heard a quiet conversation coming from her bedroom, so she walked down the hall.

She often found Regina in their bedroom at this time of the year. It had been hard for her, and Emma too, to lose a baby. They rarely talked about it, because Emma knew that Regina blamed herself for it, and no matter how many times she had told her it wasn't, she still refused to believed it. It was this, rather than the death of Rachel, that had nearly torn them apart four years ago.

She peeked around the door frame and saw Regina laying in bed with Henry. She didn't even need to ask Regina what she was thinking about, it was plastered all over her face, but she could see that Henry was calming for her. Despite not telling him about Rachels death, he was always Regina's primary source of comfort.

"Knock, knock," she said as she rapped her knuckles lightly on the wooden door.

Henry looked right at Emma with a beaming smile. "Momma!" he said as he jumped up and ran across the queen sized bed, jumping towards Emma when he reached the foot of the bed.

"How's my little man?" she said as she caught him mid-jump.

Henry leant in towards her ear and covered his mouth with his hand. "Mommy's sad," he whispered loudly. "I gived her cuddles but she's still sad."

Emma gave Henry a sloppy kiss on his cheek, which he wiped away, before putting him down on the floor. "Go and check on your baby sister, we'll be down in a minute."

After Henry had ran down the stairs, Emma placed the baby monitor on the sideboard before sitting down on the bed where Henry had vacated. Regina immediately rolled onto her side and sobbed into Emma's lap. She sat there running her fingers through her wifes hair, holding back tears herself.

"Why?" Regina asked. "Why wasn't I enough?"

Emma took a deep breath. It was a question she had been asked many times before, and she had never been brave enough to give an answer in fear that she would upset Regina even more. Instead of answering, she moved so she was laying down next to Regina. She wiped away the tears with her thumb and smiled. "You are enough, when will you realize that?"

Regina stared at Emma, if she, if her body was enough, then why did it kill an innocent child?

"You have given me two beautiful, amazing children. You married me even though I nearly married your sister. You run your own business alongside raising the most stubborn two and six year olds," Emma said softly. "We lost Rachel, and yeah, it was the hardest thing we ever went through, but we got through it together."

And it was true; every family argument, every mishap, every toddler tantrum, every nightmare, they got through it together because they were a family and no one would take that away from them.

"I love you, Swan."

"That's Swan-Mills, missus."

So, this is the end of this fic. I was going to write a sequel, but someone has asked me to take over two of their fics (I'm Your Mom and Finding Their Happiness), so I am going to complete them before I go any further. I hope you enjoyed reading this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it. Until the next time.