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Regina’s heart sank as Elizabeth pulled away from the embrace. However, she put on a proud smile and nodded at her. “That’s right, dear,” she growled. She tried to laugh to keep herself from crying as she saw the remainder of tears culminating in her eyes. “You’re learning,” she cooed, grinning at her.

Elizabeth laughs softly, forcing the sob down that rose in her throat, nodding in response. “I had the best teacher.” She chokes out, tucking the stray blonde hair behind her ear. “Have. I have the best teacher.”

“You’re beautiful, momma. Haven’t changed a bit.” She says, that little girl in her peaking through the cracks of thick walls she’d spent her whole life building. That little girl that only her mother could bring out of her.

“You are too sweet, dear,” she chuckled, a warm smile spreading across her face. She tried to fight it. But, quickly just shook her head, still smiling. She was proud of her and nothing was going to change that. “And, neither have you. I’m proud of you,” she almost cooed, her features softening as she put a hand on her shoulder.