This is prompt number one in a series of hopefully seven (if I can finish them all in time). I plan on having them tie together.

I imagine this being post final battle. No more curses, no more villains, everything is peaceful.

In this series Robin never died and he and Regina have been together through everything. They have become a little family together with their two boys and are enjoying domesticity. So you could say this entire series embodies prompt 16. No one dies and everything ends happily.

Zelena still masqueraded as Marian, but never slept with Robin, so no baby. After Rumple killed Zelena she pretended to be Marian to get back to Storybrooke, but she was too scared to reveal herself so she continued the charade. When Regina discovered the truth she went to New York to confront them. Zelena apologized for everything she's done and worked hard for her redemption.

Boom! It was that easy to redeem Zelena.

Any mistakes are mine and I hope you can forgive me for them.

I hope y'all enjoy this series!

Prompt numbers:

41. Regina has mad PMS (just cause I think Robin figuring this out would be hilarious).

147. Chocolate

Entry Day: Monday

Here goes day one of #OQPromptParty2018

Womanly Joys

There are certainly more important things he should be worrying about at the moment, namely the woman on top of him rolling her hips, but it's just so damn distracting that he has to say something.

He knows her, knows her body better than his own, every dip, every curve, so he notices it immediately.

"Love," he's cut off by a grunt and moves his hands to grip her hips when she slowly grinds them over his just where he needs it. Has to clear his throat to find his voice again before continuing, "Are… are your breasts bigger?"

Feels strange asking, especially in the middle, but when they so clearly are he can't not. It would drive him mad if he didn't.

"What?" She asks as she leans back to thread her fingers through her hair, followed by another well placed roll of her hips that has whooshing out of both of them. And she must not have comprehended the question because she's still looking up at the ceiling and rolling her hips, taking him in and out slowly. Has his mind going fuzzy and his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

He slides his hands up her sides to cup her breasts and it pulls him back. There's definitely something different. "They feel fuller."

"Do they?" She looks down at him and winks the adorable way she does, eyes closing practically at the same time. It makes him scoff and pull his bottom lip between his teeth as the corners of his mouth tip up.

She's flirting with him to change the subject, he knows it, but she won't get off that easy. Not even by rolling her hips forward, which she's doing at the moment, to make him forget. He moves his hands to still her, to further prove that he is not just going to drop this.

"I'm not wrong, am I?" He raises a knowing eyebrow at her when she opens her mouth and starts to shake her head. She was about to lie to him.

"Maybe I'm just bloated." He watches her slowly slide her hands up her sides to grip and squeeze her breasts. It's a distraction tactic, one that works very well, especially when she starts to tweak her nipples and moan.

"They feel the same to me," she whispers, all the while staring him down. He can feel it, her eyes burning his forehead, but he can't look away from her chest, her fingers twisting and pinching her nipples. She's distracted him so much that he's allowed her to begin rolling her hips again without even realizing.

Taking the upper hand is all too easy for her in the position they're currently in. Something has to be done about that. She lets out a yelp when he takes hold of her waist and quickly flips them so he's over her, effectively claiming control.

"Now," he says as he lowers his body to hers, fully pinning her between himself and the matress, "Why are you avoiding the question?"

"Because," when she starts wiggling it urges him to lower more weight to restrict her movement further, "The answer will ruin the mood, and things were going so perfectly." She tightens her walls around his member and it's all he can do to stop himself from thrusting further into her.

After screwing his eyes shut he takes a deep breath to refocus his brain. As much as he wants to continue he wants an answer from her more, and he's going to get one. So, he pulls away and out of her. The wine she lets out at being emptied lets him know an answer will soon follow. She doesn't like being denied so close to coming, something he's used against her many times. Never before as a way to get an answer from her, more as a playful form of torture. One he knows she secretly loves.

"Are you ready to tell me now?" He asks with a smirk at her glare.

With a roll of her eyes she huffs out a breath. She is turning a bit red and avoiding eye contact, it is absolutely precious. There aren't many occasions where she has became flustered, but he always enjoys them, this one included.

"When I'm within days of starting my cycle my breasts swell a bit, nothing more. Can we drop it now?" She spits at him.

She is angry with him now, he sees it in the way her body tightens, her lips purse, eyes remain focused somewhere to her left.

He's pushed too hard.

It happens often, him forcing her to reveal something she'd rather not.

"Milady, please don't be angry with me," he urges softly while moving a hand over to cup her cheek and turn her face towards him.

"I'm not," she says flatley. With a short, forced smile she glances at his face then quickly down towards his chest.

She's angry.

"My intentions most certainly aren't whatever you're thinking." He ducks his head and tries to make eye contact, she just shifts her gaze to the side. "My aim is to learn every single thing I can about you, even the things you're reluctant to share."

She finally makes eye contact with him after rolling hers. "You want to know about my cycle?"

"Yes." He says quickly. "Tell me about it. What are some of your other symptoms?" He pushes himself up on his elbows so there's a bit of separation between them, he wants to be able to see her more easily.

"You want to talk about this, now?" Suddenly there's a hand snaking around him and he can't really remember what they were talking about anymore.

She knows how to work him, how to move her hand and have him grunting and dropping his forehead to her shoulder. He tilts his head up to give her a little nibble and she grips him tighter before her hand slides completely away.

"You ready to talk now?" She whispers against the shell of his ear. He can hear the triumphant smile in her voice. She's won, they both know it.

The conversation can wait, he can ask about it during a less intimate time. Right now, he wants to make her come.

He's pulling away from her just as she's reaching up for him. The pout on her lips says it all, she thinks he's going to make her talk and deny her, but that's not at all the plan.

"Turn over," he says simply and that pout quickly turns into a knowing smile. She loves this position, they both do.

Once she's settled he leans over her to whisper, "We'll talk later, but now, now I'm going to make you scream." He feels her shiver at his words, then he's getting to work on his promise.

Later he finds out that she gets crankier days before her cycle, more hot headed and short tempered than usual. Occasionally she'll suffer from a headache, but not always. Her appetite also increases exponentially in the days before she starts. Then, sometimes, not always, she'll become nauseous and have an upset stomach. All things that could occur normally and be not at all connected with her cycle, that's the most confusing part.

When she starts a few days later he makes sure to mark it in his calendar so he knows her schedule for next month and can watch out for the symptoms she's listed. He also researches more on the internet, the way Henry showed him. She had called it PMS, which made no sense to him so he typed it into the computer and learned it meant premenstrual symptoms. It's not too difficult to retrieve information from the internet as long as you can spell, and there are numerous articles about women and their bodies. It's all so fascinating to him.

When the next month rolls around he does notice she becomes nauseous and there's a noticeable change in her temperament. One morning she just woke with a short fuse, for no particular reason. He tries his best to steer clear of her wrath, is delicate with her and accommodating, but no matter what he does or says it is wrong. There is no way to win so he concedes, lets her snap and scoff and roll her eyes at him.

There's also the matter of her appetite increasing. She seems to snack a bit more, has popped more pieces of chocolate into her mouth than he can count. Which is one of the reasons she snapped at him. He walked into her office, freshly bought chocolate in hand, thinking they may lighten her mood.

It's going on the second day of her short temper, he wants to do something to help. Christ is he wrong. She is snapping at him the second they're placed on her desk.

"What's this?" she asks shortly with a quick glance at the new object on her desk, then her eyes are back on the paper in her hand.

He's interrupted. Shit. Now she's going to either let him know he's fucked up, or she's not going to say another word to him. He'll see which it is after this response.

"I thought you might enjoy them." And here comes the phrase that can end him or get him dismissed. He takes in a deep breath and lets the words out with it, "Maybe lighten your mood a bit," he finishes with a shrug.

Her eyes shoot up to him and he knows he's done. She is definitely about to chew him to pieces.

"Oh," she drops the pen and paper from her hands and rolls her chair back. As she pushes herself to stand and leans over the desk towards him he can feel his adam's apple bob with his thick, nervous swallow.

She is about to hand him his own ass.

After her eyes narrow at him and she cocks her head to the side she says, "My mood hasn't been pleasant?"

He immediately raises his hands and shakes his head, "No, I-" But she is definitely not going to let him finish that.

"So I haven't been in a good enough mood for you?" She leans back and crosses her arms over her chest. He can hear her shoe tapping on the tile floor as she stares him down. She is pissed.

"No." Bloody hell. "You've just been a bit short lately," he looks down at the ground and shoves his hands into his pockets. Looking sheepishly back up at her he focuses on her pursed lips and raised brow. She's still tapping that foot because she knows he hasn't finished and she's waiting, so he finishes his thought. "And I think we both know why. You're hormones-" but she's cutting him off again.

"You don't know a damn thing about my hormones." She wants to scream that at him, he can tell. The vein in her forehead is starting to protrude out a bit further with her struggle to stay composed. "I have a million things that need to be seen to today and I don't need you coming in and interrupting me just to say you're not happy with my mood."

"I understand that," he says with a nod. "I wasn't aware of how busy you were, I'm terribly sorry." He places a hand over his heart and looks into her eyes.

He sees them soften a bit with his genuine apology, but she's not done with him yet, they are hardening again within seconds and she's sitting back down in her chair and throwing the lid off of the chocolates.

"And you think chocolate will suddenly make me a nice person?"

"No, i-"

"So you thought that in bringing me chocolate it would magically fix your snoring?"

"What?" He is so confused. Where did that come from?

"Your snoring kept me up most of the night last night. You're accusing me of being in a foul mood and I'm telling you why." She's reaching for a chocolate with a huff and popping it into her mouth.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't aware I was snoring."

"Well you were." She confirms after swallowing. "Very loudly." Then another chocolate goes into her mouth.

He's just standing there with his hands pressing down into his pockets, waiting for her to finish chewing her chocolate so she can finish chewing him out.

"And another thing," she turns her chair to the side and crosses her ankles up on her desk. "You've been wearing a new cologne and it makes me nauseous."

"I'll throw it out," he offers. Doesn't bother him one bit to chuck it in the garbage if it'll make her happy. It wasn't sitting well with him anyway. Anything but forrest just seems wrong.

She lists off several more insignificant flaws that he makes note of and plans to keep to a minimum around the time of her cycle. He agrees with every one of them, even if they are ridiculous.

She eyes him up before reaching for yet another chocolate. Just before putting it in her mouth she stops and lowers her hand to her lap. "You're just agreeing with me so I'll stop pointing out your flaws."

"No," he shakes his head. "I don't like the new cologne either," he says with a smirk.

She rolls her eyes at his sarcasm. "Well it's not going to work." Then she pulls her legs from her desk and stands to start pacing back and forth as she lists off more things he does that annoy her.

After every new annoying habit is voiced a chocolate is popped into her mouth. She clearly doesn't even notice she's doing it and it makes him want to smile, but he can't because she's still angry. All he can do is stand there, take her belittling and keep a straight face.

Later that night at dinner she's scooping herself slightly larger positions, more salad, a little extra pasta. He absolutely loves it. She never eats enough normally, even misses meals sometimes with the stress of things. Being the Mayor of a fairytale town is certainly not an easy task. It's good that she makes up for those missed meals with a few days of larger ones.

Once the meal is done he offers to deal with the dishes, tells her to go start a bath and relax, she deserves it after her long day. He expects an argument from her, but she just nods her head and heads for the stairs. He doesn't miss that's she's holding her stomach as she goes. She must be feeling nauseous or started cramping, more symptoms.

That was entirely too easy after their earlier argument, but he'll worry about that after the dishes are done and she's settled into the tub. It'll be easier to talk to her once she's comfortable and relaxed. So, he gets going on the kitchen. Starts with transferring the leftovers to containers and putting them in the fridge. Then he moves to the dishes, rinses and scrubs all the food from them before loading and turning on the dishwasher.

He's making his way up the stairs twenty minutes later and he can hear the boys laughing in Henry's room. He decides to poke his head in to see what they're up to. They are both laying on their stomachs on the bedroom floor, flipping through Henry's book. When he walks into the room they both look up at him and start laughing more.

He leans against the doorframe and crosses his arms over his chest. "What are the two of you up to in here?"

"Just reading some stories," Henry tries to get out without laughing, but fails.

"Story's about you, papa." Roland says happily.

"Are you now?" Robin walks over to stand beside his sons and take a peek at what story is so funny. "And what is so comical?"

He kneels down beside Roland and messes his hair before scanning the books open page to see a picture of himself in the uniform of the Wicked Witch's guard. He remembers that heish, almost got him killed. "Why is this so laughable?" Surely not his near demise by their wicked aunt. Not so wicked now, but definitely back then.

"Your hat, papa." Roland shakes his head at him like it should be obvious.

"It is a silly hat, isn't it?" They all start to laugh together at the absurdity of the outfit the witch made her guards wear. He felt absolutely ridiculous in it, took the hat off at the first opportunity.

Robin suddenly pulls Roland to him, tips him upside-down and starts to tickle his belly. He's laughing a bit too hard for his liking and something should be done about that.

"Papa, stop!" Roland yells through his laughter.

Robin pauses for a second, "Are you done laughing at me, then?"

"No," Roland answers, shaking his head so hard that his entire body starts to swing with it.

"Alright then, the tickle monster will not cease," and he starts to tickle Roland's sides with the hand not securely holding his little legs against his chest.

Robin stops after a few more moments of Roland's infectious laughter and lets him slide down his body to the floor. He's breathing heavily and is very red cheeked, but happy. "I believe that was sufficient punishment," Robin nods.

"But you didn't punish Henry!" Roland accuses with a point in his brothers direction.

"Henry's not ticklish and that was the punishment that had to be delivered," Robin reasons with a wink at Henry.

"Thanks, bud, for taking my punishment for me," Henry says with a chuckle.

Roland crosses his arms over his chest and lets out a huff. "I don't like double punishment." That has Robin and Henry both laughing.

Robin stands and straightens out his shirt from Roland's thrashing then says, "Well, the two of you enjoy laughing at my expense, I'm going to go check on your mother."

"We will." He hears Henry laugh when he walks out the door.

When he enters the bathroom she has a towel under her head and one over her eyes. As he walks closer she appears to be asleep, her breathing is deep and drawn out. He wants to make sure she's comfortable, that the water hasn't gone cold, so he walks over and kneels down to stick his hand into the water to check the temperature and it's a bit pink around her torso. He gently moves some of the bubbles away and sees blood.

He immediately starts to panic.

Something's wrong with her.

He starts frantically looking her over but there are just enough bubbles left that he can't see much without stirring up the water and likely waking her.

"Regina," he says softly as not to startle her, but she doesn't wake and he doesn't have the time to be gentle. He drops a hand to her shoulder to nudge her a bit and says her name again, "Regina, love, you're bleeding."

She starts to wake then and grabs the towel from over her eyes. "What?" She mumbles as she sits up, still a bit groggy.

"You're bleeding. Are you alright?" He's back to looking her over again before she answers, drawing the bubbles to the sides to clear the field, sliding his hands down her arms, over her legs, but he can't find the source.

"Damn it," she curses under her breath, "you were right."

His eyes shoot up to her face and narrow. "What?"

"What were you accusing me of earlier?"

"What are you talking about? Why are you bleeding?" He can't understand why she's being to cryptic. There's something wrong with her and she just seems annoyed with him again.

"I started my period," she scoffs and leans back against the tub again.

Oh. Oh!

His eyes squeeze shut as a relieved breath escapes his lungs when realization sinks in. She's perfectly fine. When he looks at her after composing himself she has a hand over her eyes. She's not happy with him.

He feels silly now. That panic was for nothing. Why didn't that possibility even cross his mind? He knew she was close to starting, had accused her of precursory symptoms earlier that same day. He flew immediately into a panic and didn't think.

Removing his hands from the water he shakes them off and runs one back through his hair. The embarrassment from his overreaction is tinting his cheeks pink.

He should just leave her, let her return to her moment of peace. "I'm sorry for waking you."

When he moves to stand she stops him with a hand on his at the side of the tub and a whispered, "I'm sorry."

"What for, love?" He kneels back down and takes her hand to bring it to his lips.

"For my reaction earlier." She looks down and away from him as she mumbles, "You were trying to help and I yelled at you."

"It's already forgotten, milady." He flips her hand in his hold to plant several kisses to her palm.

She looks up at him then quickly back away with a shy smile and he just loves it, thanks his lucky stars for the millionth time that this gorgeous, amazing woman chose him.

"What did I do to deserve you?" she whispers as she looks back to him.

"You let me see the real you," and she's scoffing but he's being genuine.

"Just listen." He instructs with a glare.

"You let me see your dark side so I can see how much you've grown in the light. You let me see you broken so I can help put you back together. You let me see you vulnerable and scared to let anyone in, but you trusted me anyway and let me into your heart and loved me despite it all." She's tearing up on him and he thinks he should stop. She hates being so emotional, but he's not finished, there's more he wants to say.

He pulls the hand he's still holding to his chest to rest over his heart. "I love you so deeply and so completely that when I'm with you I want to burst with the realization that I have you, the most perfect woman in existence. You chose to trust me with your heart and it changed my world."

He pauses and clears his throat. "You asked me how you got so lucky, but that's just not right because I am the lucky one. I get to fall asleep with and wake up next to the most gorgeous, fiery, strong, resilient, kind hearted woman."

The tears are streaming down her cheeks now and she's just letting them. She leans up in the tub to cup his cheek and whispers, "I love you, so, so much."

He sweeps his hand back into her hair to pull her just a breath away from him. "And I you, my love."

Then she's the one closing the distance and capturing his lips with hers.

The most perfect way to forget about their argument.

Within the next two days she's stopped bleeding entirely. It's a bit shorter than the normal length, which he makes note of. Looks it up when he gets a chance and learns that it can be caused by stress or unhealthy eating habits, both things she struggles with.

He relaxes after learning it's nothing to worry about and doesn't bother her with it. If something were truly wrong she would come to him, has promised him that.