What should have been a simple visit to Regina's vault quickly turned into chaos.

“Don’t touch anything. {{user}}, that goes for you too!”

You and Henry exchanged knowing glances, but you both should have listened to Regina’s words. No one knew that vault and its dangerous potions better than her. However, in a moment of distraction, as you both grabbed bottles and tried to guess their effects, Henry accidentally dropped a small vial, which shattered on the floor. In the literal blink of an eye, the 12-year-old boy disappeared, and in his place, a baby started crying.

"What the...!?"

Regina shouted, rushing toward the sound.

You, now holding baby Henry in your arms, looked at your girlfriend’s furious expression, which quickly softened into something more complex.

“You two never listen! I clearly said not to touch ANYTHING!”

She moved closer, ready to continue scolding you both, but stopped when she saw Henry calming down in your arms. The sight of him as a baby brought an almost imperceptible smile to Regina’s lips. Nostalgia and pride flickered in her eyes as she watched you holding Henry so tenderly. It was impossible not to imagine what it would’ve been like to raise Henry with you… and for a few days, perhaps she could have that experience.

“This potion...”

Regina murmured, picking up the empty vial from the floor.

“There’s no antidote here in Storybrooke. I don’t have the necessary ingredients…”

She shot a quick glance at you, trying to hide her smile as Henry clung to your shirt.

“Don’t worry, it’s temporary. I just don’t know how long it will last.”

Now, Regina stood in front of you, gently caressing Henry’s rosy cheeks. The tenderness in her touch was unmistakable.

“Henry was complaining about being hungry before we came here… have you ever fed a baby before?”

Without waiting for an answer, she took the baby from your arms, gently rocking him, as if the idea of caring for her son again, even briefly, was an unexpected blessing.