A/N: Hello, Roses! The idea of this story just came to me all the sudden one night (Don't all ideas come at night?) at first I hesitate about it because I still have the sequel of It Grew With a Bump to start on and also the epilogue of the previous but I couldn't get this out of my head so here you go. There isn't much to this chapter but the upcoming ones would be longer.
Disclaimer: I don't own Once Upon a Time nor its characters. However, I do own the idea behind this story and certain characters that are unknown to the Once Fandom, also I own my terrible mistakes!
Title credit to GinaScrive, bitch is smart xD Love ya, sis!
Robin Joseph Locksley.
A name that surfaces every magazine, every newspaper and social network. A name carved over prizes and written at the beginning and the end credits of many box-office movies.
A name of a man who is loved by everyone. Well, aside from one person that he knows hates his guts.
Regina Ivy Mills.
His ex-wife.
Now you see, she hadn't always hated him to the point of slamming the door on his face every time he visits her or give him a death glare every time she sees him. No, there was time where she loved him more than life itself but that was before he made the mistake of neglecting her.
It wasn't intentional. He was caught up with directing one movie after another that he didn't realize just how little attention he was giving her, and he deserved the divorce papers that were thrown on his face — which, by the way went all over the place and he had to pick them up and arrange them again but it's okay, no harm. He deserved that too.
However, even though they parted peacefully — something very rare when it comes to celebrities — there was still one little problem that made the whole situation hard on both of them.
Their son, Henry.
He was caught up in the middle of this when he was barely two months old. No child should have to go through that but they both settled it like grownups and agreed on a shared custody for his sake. They knew, it wont be easy but he deserved both his parents in his life, they weren't him. They can't make that decision for him, whether he needed one of his parents in his life or both.
Now it's been a little over 4 years since that had happened, and so many things changed, except of course, Robin.
You'd think losing the woman he loves would change him into becoming a better man, a better father but the only thing about him that changed was the beard he decided to grow and the white hairs he gained. Nothing more.
He was captivated by her.
Everything about her.
He knew every little detail when it came to her.
From her shoulder length, silky dark hair, her plump rosy lips and soft olive skin to every freckle on her hourglass figure but, the remaining of her face always remained a mystery in the dark.
He often thought about the rest of her features, her nose that bumped his after every kiss, her eyes that he would feel staring at him. He wondered about their color.
Were they blue like his, or green like his favorite color or were they the color of the whiskey he drowned his sorrow with every night?
But his train of thoughts would always stop at her faintest touches. This time, it was her warm mouth welcoming his hardened length into it, her wet tongue lapping at him and her fingernails sinking into the flesh of his thigh. He hissed, out of the slight pain but pleasure that overwhelmed him too.
She always worked magic with her mouth.
His hand gripped her head, his fingers tangled in her dark locks. He didn't push her or force her to take more than she can handle but he didn't stop her either. He simply held her, he just wanted to touch her.
He felt a pressure raise within him, his orgasm nearing. He groaned, tightening his hold on her hair, he bucked his hips and a loud moan escaped through his lips. He was almost there, he's going to come, just there…right no—
"Robin Joseph Locksley, you open this door, right now!"
His eyes shot open at the sound of a familiar voice yelling from outside of his apartment, a few bangs on the door followed. He groaned, huffed and draped an arm over his eyes. Of course it's just another dream, no wonder this woman didn't have a face.
"Robin!"
The voice yelled again, if he had any neighbors, they all would've been awake too by now. He sighed, getting off the bed and dragging himself out toward the door. He placed his hand over the doorknob and opened it only to find a fist roughly knock on his forehead, followed by a gasp and a little giggle. "Ouch!" he yelped, slapping the hand away.
"Sorry," Regina mumbled although he could tell, she wasn't sincere at all. Not with that smirk ghosting over her mouth. He glared.
"It's fine," he said, his voice heavy, making his British accent a tad thicker than usual. "What do you want?"
"You forgot to pick me up, daddy!" the little voice joined in and he groaned, placing a palm over his forehead. Henry. He had him this weekend. Of course.
"You forgot him, again." Regina repeated, clearly unamused and he wouldn't blame her, it wasn't the first time he'd done this and he didn't have an excuse. Robin nodded and bent down, scooping his almost 5 year old in his arms and pressing a kiss to the top of his chestnut hair.
"I know, I'm sorry."
"That's not the first time you've apologized either," she murmured, receiving a glare from her ex husband. "Anyways, I'm late for my meeting—"
"Who has a meeting on a weekend?" Robin complained, causing her to snort out a laugh and lift a brow at him. Ah, yes, he had many meetings on weekends before. "Right," he mumbled.
She hoisted up the strap of her purse further over her shoulder and leaned in, kissing her son's cheek, "Behave." She told him when she heard Robin whine.
"Don't I get a kiss too?" he asked and Henry giggled.
"Never," she glared at him before glancing down at his crotch, smirking at the bulge visible in his pants. "I see you're still having your wet dreams." she teased and he scoffed, stepping behind the door in attempt to hide his erection.
"What's a wet dream, daddy?" Henry asked.
"Good luck explaining that," Regina chuckled, she waved goodbye to her son and walked off. Leaving a very embarrassed father with a toddler who had million questions, and most of them would be this question on repeat.
Evil, she was pure evil and perhaps that was why he fell in love with her all those years ago.
Her sharp personality, that I-will-cut-you-with-a-plastic-knife attitude whenever she's pissed, but it wasn't something that offended him in any way, if anything, he found it rather adorable.
She would be mad, but she'd never be able to stay angry for too long, especially around him because underneath all of that; she had a big heart.
He missed that playful relationship they had, he missed her but they both moved on. She's with whoever that guy is— Oh, yeah, Graham and he's with Marian and well, he didn't exactly love her but he liked her. It was hard no to. She was beautiful, nice and kind — Just like Regina — but Regina was gone. She deserved better than him anyways.
"Daddy?"
Robin hummed, still lost in his thoughts.
"What's a wet dream?"
The Brit was caught off guard, choking on his own saliva. He looked over at his son who had the cheekiest grin over his face and laughed. "How about we ignore what mommy said and watch some TV instead?" he swung the boy over his shoulder and playfully patted his butt, earning a loud squeal and giggle from him.
"No!" Henry squealed in delight and squirmed when his father tickled his sides.
"I bought you some lucky charms!" Robin smirked, bribing his own son with sugary junk. He knew Regina didn't allow him to eat anything overly sweet and filled with sugar, hell, she would let the boy eat candies but only on rare occasions.
His poor son, living the life of his health freak mother.
"Can I have it for dinner too?" Henry asked and Robin nodded his head, playfully throwing the toddler on the couch and attacking him with more tickles. The boy squealed, giggled and fought to push away his father's hands but deep down, he enjoyed being tickled.
He wouldn't ask for it if he hated it.
"Guess what, buddy?"
"What?" Henry giggled, breathless after the tickle-attack.
"I get to spend the whole weekend with you!"
"You mean you don't have to go to work like you have to all the time?"
Robin shook his head and grinned, "I'm not going anywhere." He assured and watched the biggest grin form over his son's face.
This was worth turning down an offer. It wasn't much anyways, he knew the movie he was offered to direct wouldn't be a success so why waste his time?
Perhaps he could spend it with his son instead.
Perhaps he could still try and make things better with Henry now that he couldn't with his mother anymore.
He couldn't lose him either.
A/N: Please let me know what you think of this and if I should continue it. Thank you for reading :)