A/N: It's happening! At long last the sequel is happening! Thank you all for being so patient. This past year has been rough and my muse was non-existent. I'm not sure how frequently I'll be able to update this, but you've all waited long enough.

The reflective surface of the floor disappeared as she waved her hand over it. Gone was the green patterned tiles, in their place was the image of an olive skinned brunette and a tall blond man.

This was a process that she repeated as many times as she could. It would always have to wait for him to be gone, but if she could she would have watched Regina's life for hours. She knew what the subject of her spying had been through. All the years she suffered at that horrible King's hand, how her quest for revenge was spoiled at every turn. She watched as the woman cast a great curse to tear away the happy endings, unknowingly triggering events that would bring about her own happy ending.

Bright blue eyes took in every detail. She didn't know who the man was, but she knew he hadn't been there the last time she looked through the viewing portal. The brunette's face was full of warmth and laughter. This was the happiest she had ever seen her. She watched as the man wrapped his arms around Regina and pulled her close. His kiss was tender, as if the woman in his arms was something to be treasured. It made her long for someone to look at her like that. Instead she cowered in the presence of the man who was suppose to love her. The ring on her finger weighed heavily, only giving her access to a fraction of her true power.

Her attention was drawn back to the viewing portal, where the brunette had handed a platter with some kind of roasted bird on it to the man to carry out of the room. The woman followed behind shortly with her own hands laden with dishes of food. With a wave of her hand she followed the pair into the next room where a small gathering of people waited for them. The bird was placed in the center and the brunette placed her dishes down in the available space. Long pale fingers flicked at the image and voices soon rose to her ears.

"Happy Thanksgiving, Everyone!" The blond man's tenor voice announced to the room. She had no idea what Thanksgiving was, but if the looks on the faces around the room were anything to go by, it was something she certainly wanted to experience. She listened as they all shared what they were thankful for and smiled softly as most the responses had to do with family and new beginnings. After they all shared their thoughts the man stood and began to carve the bird. As he extracted a small y shaped bone he handed it to a beautiful blonde woman next to him who looked very similar to the man. She in turn looked at a younger woman next to her and held one side out for her to take. Together they pulled until the small bone snapped, leaving a larger portion in the older blonde's hands. She whooped in triumph, earning a laugh from both the table and the woman watching through the portal. The blonde woman closed her eyes and after a brief moment she opened them with a large smile on her face.

"What did you wish for, Mom?" The blond man asked as he continued to carve.

"Grand babies." The blonde said with a smile still plastered across her face. The man smirked.

"I'm working on it."

"Ember Swan!" The watcher's eyebrows rose at the mention of his name. She remembered the name of the blonde woman who used to be a frequent part of Regina's life over the past few years. Emma Swan. Perhaps this man was her brother. They did share a striking resemblance to each other. When she returned her attention back to the scene unfolding she chuckled as the blond was chastised about appropriate etiquette for the holiday. Regina may not bear the title of Queen any longer, but she still behaved as one. The rest of the table shook their heads at the couple's antics, which seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary to the group around them. A wave of longing washed over the woman on the other side of the portal.

She sighed as her hand fell to her stomach. There had to be more than living under his thumb for the rest of her life. Only there because of the magic he had tricked her into giving him control of. Always the brunt of his anger. She was worth more than that. Never before had she attempted to escape. What was the point? He controlled almost every aspect of her life. Now, however, she had a reason to leave. A reason to run.

The family in front of her was something she desperately wanted for herself. She pressed her hand more firmly against her stomach. She needed to leave this place. It was just a matter of time before he would lose control again. She would bide her time until she could escape his all seeing eyes. She hoped the couple in the viewing portal would be willing to help her. After all, that's what family is for. Right?